“You were meant for greater things; you are unique and very, very special.”

And then something weird happened. I noticed a little drop coming out of my left

eye. I felt it slide down my face without purpose, like some lost freshet unable to find

its destination “You understand?” he grabbed my shoulders “Do you?” He shook them

just carefully enough “And to be special, to be unique is...”

“Is to be alone?” I could not help but sob.

“Oh, come now,” He placed one of his old trembling hands on my forehead,

“You are just going through, shall we say, a tumbling of emotions; something

completely natural for a young born such as yourself.” He smiled straight at me,

it gave me comfort “But I can guarantee you that in just a few hours from now, none

of these things will have any effect on you. None of these rumbling emotions that may

now be tearing at you from the inside will carry any weight. Give it a bit of time and

you will easily evolve beyond that, hold on for just a while - can you do that for me?”

I did not find the need to throw a single word at him, I knew he had seen right

through me and my big wet eyes, the moment I sobbed for the second time.

“I am telling you, just give time the chance to work its magic for it alone can make all

things easier.” He slowly stood up.

“You know, the passing of time will undoubtedly grant you many gifts my dear, great

knowledge and even greater power, of that I am sure. But no gift will ever be bigger

than experience and the calluses that this one will grow around your heart and your

mind. They will remain there to try and protect you and ensure that you always make

the right call.” He threw another quick glimpse outside that room “Why, I am certain

that when the time comes for us to say goodbye to one another, you will not even shed

a tear.” He turned to me again just in time to catch another of those eye drops with his

trembling index finger: “You will be far too evolved to care for such things. So instead,

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I think I will hold on to this one.”

“I hope that is not true.” I looked away because at that moment I simply could not

look at him, my chest was hurting so much. Instead, I took one last look around that

room for something was telling me that I would not see it again; and even though

those painful memories were still piercing me every time my eyes noticed something

new, they still couldn’t hurt me anywhere near as much. It would take me a while.

“You ready?” But that was time we did not have.

“If the time ever comes for us to depart, I will shed many more of those for you,

Father.” He looked somewhat puzzled at me, and I felt my cheeks burn more than ever

before. “You were the one that woke me, were you not?” I asked after patting my cheeks

a few repeated times, desperately trying to cool them, or at least erase that pinkish hue

I was sure to be colouring them. “The one that brought me into this conscious state?”

I took it gently for I felt nervous treading through such words “It seems then to me

that the term fits quite appropriately. Or does it bother you?”

“No.” He said before focusing his eyes again on what was going on outside;

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” and then he held my hand “I just have not been called that

in a very long time.”

“I promise I will try not to wear it down.” I smiled immediately after and he did too.

That moment however, was not allowed to last as the increasing happenings on the

outside magnified his haste, and by proxy, mine.

“We need to wait for just the right time,” he grumbled.

“Maybe... maybe...” I repeated a few times.

“Huh?” he asked before immediately realising... “Oh!”

“Maybe...” my eyes were still glued to that sign, previously some luteous gibberish

but now something more, words without sound that I could understand, read...

“Multiple

Assembled

Young

Biologic

Entities”