Mxxjrj3o was stationed at a desk monitoring deep space contact. He was content for a number of eons until a problem appeared. Problems appearing was such a rarity. It stirred up feelings that were unpleasant and disorderly. Now Mxxjrj3o was deeply concerned. The moderation force they had sent to the small cluster of planets around Sol had not reported back on time. The moderating force’s last known position was Earth, a small planet populated mostly with single celled organisms and only slightly more complex Life. He assimilated this information into Thought. Calm washed over him. Others reassured him this was not an issue.

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A Question was projected into his mind, “How long has it been since last report?”

He projected an Answer, “6,000 years. Is this too long?”

Calming thoughts washed over him. A new moderation force would be sent immediately.

A Question projected from his mind. “How long will it take to arrive?”

An Answer projected into this mind. “Several thousand millenia. It’s okay. We have plenty of time. What could possibly go wrong?”