POV Mouse

I helped En with misfits. They became strong magic force compared to awoken Devas supporters. They had more drive and more persistence, even when things were hard. Perhaps they had hardships on daily basis, so they didn’t do anything they weren’t used to do. I liked them. They had those moments, when they refused something and couldn’t be convinced under any circumstances.

I was wondering, what En tried to accomplished. It seemed, that he wanted some kind of utopia out of that situation. I wondered, if I should tell him about utopias that were realized on earth. We humans can’t create self-sustaining utopias for humans, but we did create some for other animals. I knew about it, because I had mice colony. Each and every proper mice or rat breeder needs to know story about Universe twenty five. Not that other universes were successful. They were less horrific.

First, there is much testing of different products on mice and rats. Rats even more than mice. But mice are genetically very similar to humans. They have similar genes, but differently sequenced. Genes are iterated and little change in beginning of chain of iterations produces very different results, but similarities in biochemistry and body building blocks are astounding.

So, even before genetics became fashionable, some guy created utopias for rats and mice in early fifties, sixties and seventies. You can imagine, that creation of utopia for mice isn’t hard. They need water, food and safe place to live. Humans can easily provide just that. You can read about it on Wikipedia under behavioral sink, or searching for rat utopias and mice utopias on youtube for example. It’s very horrific as reality is greatest of horrors. Point is, that you can’t create utopia by giving things, providing what is needed. Animals, and I think that people too, need to put effort and pain to be healthy beings. We are children of evolution and lack of basic competition poisons us from inside. Too much competition isn’t good either.

You should also notice, that excuse why those utopias became hells, that was provided in fifties was half true. It wasn’t because overpopulation by itself as researches still provided food and water for mice to live. Well, they provided excuse, because it was easier to live with thought, that some lacking in space did harm, than that dark side of evolution makes us walking bombs, if we have calm surroundings. Not every one of us, but evolution is about statistics and walking bombs won in those experiments.

You know, after I read about it and watched some videos, I started to see mice like utopias among human societies. There is almost in every country some layer of people, that have their needs provided with solutions. With money, that could provide solutions to many problems, with political power, celebrity status. After few generations or even faster those layers deviate. Luckily in more healthy societies, there are thicker layers of people, that must fight in life for status and living standard. That guarantees some exchange between layers. But in many universes from mice utopia experiments healthy were dominated by ruling layers. I saw it coming.

I was becoming more and more cynical, because of knowledge I had. From my point of view, for one to be happy, one needs some pain, some effort, some competition, some support, some time for oneself and deal with oneself, that one would accept responsibilities. Those that wanted destroy all pain and obstacles were as harmful and detrimental as those that wanted destroy all pleasure and failures.

So, I felt I should tell En, that he shouldn’t try to build utopia. It wouldn’t work anyway. It never worked. I was shy person, so I was waiting for good moment or opportunity to say my opinion. In the meantime I learn many magic abilities, without becoming Unlimited Deva, so I had things I could do.

Well, I had my problems too. My aura made my parents uncomfortable after some time. I tried to reward them with money, kind of in exchange, that they lived on with my absence in home, but I felt that we were growing distant. It wasn’t natural. I saw it as part of bad influence from bio-stone. I didn’t hate my bio-stone. I saw that some of its functions were as preprogramed and hurt me in roundabout ways.

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POV Lynx

I was happy. My relationship with Suzan was developing into something great. We spent lot of time together. It seemed that progress in magic ability could disarm most of my menacing aura. She got used to what couldn’t be disarmed. I was party person before, but in my heart I always dreamed about some calm place, family, steady life. I got just that. I was farmer, that provided others with animals and I got money from sale of heart medicine. Most of my free time I spent with Suzan.

It wasn’t so easy for me, as it could be seen. I had some responsibilities in Unlimited Devas structure. I often thought, if I didn’t wrong Suzan by inviting her to our world. We were bound to have some troubles in the end. Was that moment of happiness enough to balance future price. Truthfully, when I saw Suzan, I knew, that we should try, that it was worth it.

My bio-stone, I called it Xi with the mane of most powerful human on earth at that moment, was telling me, that it wouldn’t last, that troubles were on horizon. I believed him. It changed nothing as I was desperately catching every glimpses of happiness I could. It even made me more invested to spend time with my love, since it wouldn’t last long.

POV Luigi

I felt glad, that I was with Devas. It took me some time, but I started to understand, how much evil we did during Ahriman’s Order times. I felt guilty sometimes. Other times I was happy, I had it cut in the past. I was like little baby, that learns, how to walk. I didn’t want hurt myself or anybody else. I knew, I was too passive. I talked with my bio-stone, I called Princess as a joke. She was consoling me. We were under Diana’s influence at that time, she pointed, and I didn’t do those things willingly. I went after crowd, she said and I believed her. I wasn’t in best psychological condition, but I was afraid to go to therapist. So, in the end Princess became my therapist. She told me in secret, that I needed to grow stronger as there would be challenges in future.

Sometimes, after we finished our matters I went with Devas on dinner. We needed human company, but normal people were anxious in our presence. We were convicted to each other presence. We all had need to be with people. We were king’s Arthur knights of round table as Huntress liked to joke. We would go for quest for holy grail and immortality. It felt good to be treated as knight. Even as that knight was hurt inside.

During one of those meals Pine asked me for help. Adam, Rook, wanted to be more independent. He planned to move to his own farm. Pine said, that it was too early, but couldn’t stop him. If he couldn’t stop him, he wanted to help him. We were moving things and searching farm for possible surprises. There was no problems, except septic pool needed to be emptied and disinfected. They could do that without me. At some point I stayed one on one with Rook.

-= Do you feel guilty? – He asked.

I looked at him. He was one of closest to Diana. He could ask because of two opposite reasons. I wanted to read from his face, which one it was.

-= Yes. My bio-stone is consoling me, that I shouldn’t as much.

-= Do you remember, we called them seeds then?

Was he sentimental or hurt.

-= No, we didn’t. We repeated after Diana. – I wanted to have some answers from him myself, so I staged my answer.

-= Does that mean, that now we repeat after Devas?

-= No, we call them, as we can see them.

-= You seem to be angry. Did I ask wrong question?

I started to laugh.

-= No. – I said. – You seem to be so hurt, that you can’t see, that you are hurt so much.

-= And it makes you angry?

-= Yes.

We spent some time in silence.

-= Do you blame me, partially blame me, for what was done, earlier? – He asked very softly.

-= I blame myself. I blame Diana. I blame every Ahriman’s Order cultist. I just can’t be in your head and see, how much of our deeds were done because we were victims and how much because we were villains.

-= So you do blame me.

-= Less than I blame myself, but I do blame you.

-= I thought about suicide. – He said. – But it would sadden my family.

What could I tell him? He chose stupid choices earlier, he thought about stupid choices at that moment.

-= Would your suicide make anyone happy? – I asked.

-= No. Rather not. Maybe Diana. – He said.

-= Really, you consider Diana’s stance at any matter. – I showed my disapproval. – If it doesn’t make anyone happy, what common sense it have?

-= So, what can I do?

-= Empty septic pool for starters. – I felt I touched right point. - If you would ever want to make suicide, just suicide by making things for people for free, till you would die. It’s only suicide worth making.

-= I don’t understand.

-= I know, words are only wind as Turnau said in his song. – I was tired.

We waited till Pine came back. That guy, Rook, was, how could I say it, to didn’t offend anybody, happiest person on earth, because his lack of understanding. I was happy too, when I left them.