by Jay Korza
Janine was a woman of many talents but she focused her expertise in the area of predictive xenobiology. She would be able to build a profile of a species based on what she found at the dig site. She could determine, to a fairly high degree of accuracy, almost anything you wanted to know about the physical and mental make-up of the species that left the artifacts behind. Though on this mission, Janine was sought out for her leadership qualities along with her vast experience in handling many other similar finds. Doctor Hillstep, a human who taught at a Nortes university, was filling Janine’s role as the predictive xenobiologist.
Janine had tried to stay away from Doctor Hillstep because she didn’t want him to feel crowded or as if she were going to take over any part of his work from him. So she was delighted when he asked her and Emily to join him today with a new chamber that they had just yesterday finished making safe for cataloging.
“Thank you again for letting me tag along, Doctor.” Janine was holding on the guide rope with one hand as she followed Hillstep and her niece through the corridor.
“My pleasure Doctor, er, uh, Janine. I don’t think I’ll get used to that. The Nortes are extremely traditional people and I’ve been with them for quite some time now.” Hillstep looked back over his shoulder to give a slight smile.
“Yes, well, with all the doctors around here, it would get confusing if we didn’t interject a little individuality into things.” Janine had told all of her staff to call her by her first name. She felt that it engendered a sense of openness that would make them more comfortable to approach her with problems or needs.
“Aunt Janine,” Emily spoke up from the middle of the group, “Lance let me help set up the decontamination area down here yesterday. We also were able to get four stasis crates tucked away in an alcove nearby in case we find anything we need to haul out of here.”
“Good girl. Everyone has told me that you have been a great help, especially Lance.” Janine gave her niece a conspiratorial smile and a wink.
“Aunt Janine! Stop it!” Emily protested. “He’s almost twice my age and I’m only sixteen anyway. I don’t think Mom or Dad would like the idea of you trying to set us up.”
“Oh, dear, stop being so dramatic.” Janine enjoyed teasing Emily. “I’m not trying to set you up with anyone. I’m just saying that Lance is pretty damn handsome. He sure doesn’t look thirty-two, especially with his shirt off.”
Hillstep stopped and turned towards the two women behind him. “Janine, Emily is right. She is much too young for Lance.”
Janine was taken aback; she was worried that Hillstep didn’t know her well enough to be a part of this kind of teasing. She began to feel very embarrassed for her behavior. “Well Doctor, I’m very sorry if…”
Hillstep hushed her with a finger in the air. “And Janine, you are correct about Lance. He does look good with his shirt off, and I’m only five years older than he is. If you’re going to be a matchmaker for anyone…” He let the comment and its insinuation linger in the air between them.
“I’ll see what I can do!” Janine and Emily were now laughing together as Hillstep turned and continued to lead them to the new chamber.
Once they reached the decontamination area, they entered the enclosed room where they donned their work suits. Emily had to stifle a giggle when Lance, who had been waiting at the chamber, asked whether any of them needed assistance getting into their suits. Janine had thought, Maybe out of them!, but as the project leader she knew that was a step too far for her to voice out loud.
After their suits were on, they left the decon room and approached the door to the alien chamber. The suits provided them with their own air, some protection from abrasions or slight falls, and communications between suits and other members of the team in other locations. If they could figure out how to open the chamber door, they didn’t know what kind of atmosphere they’d be exposed to so they were playing it safe, as Janine always did.
“Now,” Hillstep began as he pointed to several areas on the doorway, “you can see that these markings don’t have any similarities to writings from any known species that we have records on. Even our translation software showed nothing in its comparisons. But, Emily pointed something out to me yesterday that I think you might find interesting. Emily?”
“Uh, yeah, right over here. See that in the corner, at the bottom there?” Emily was pointing to the lower left.
“You mean that tool mark in the rock?” Janine was kneeling, looking closer now. “Well now, this little guy is kind of interesting. It’s meant to look like a stray tool mark but if you look close enough, it seems to be purposeful. Nice catch, but what else have we got? I don’t recognize that from anything I’m familiar with.”
Hillstep nodded to Emily to continue. “Well, who would make a mark or symbol on purpose but try to make it look like a stray tool strike? Slaves. Just like an artist signing his work, some slave workers in other cultures have been known to leave their mark on their master’s work as an act of defiance or as a remembrance to future generations that a slave made it and not the master.”
“Yes, I believe I have read that somewhere…” Janine was smiling.
“I believe you wrote that somewhere.” Hillstep was playing along. “In your doctoral thesis when you were, uh, just a tad younger.”
“Nice save, Doctor. Go on, Emily.” Janine was now looking around for other clues left behind by the potential slave workers of the past.
“Okay, so I’m looking at that mark and I decide to call it purposeful, but it’s only one line. Granted, that could mean something huge to another species but most species we know of don’t use such simple symbols for anything important.” Emily then pointed to six more tool marks in the cave wall. “I found these other marks after a few hours of searching every inch in this area in front of the door. Doctor Hillstep had to take over after that.”
Emily turned the reins back to her mentor. “I don’t think I took over; you still helped me arrange the markings, dear. You still helped solve, or possibly solve I should say, what we found.”
“So you know who made this place?” Janine was excited but at the same time disappointed. Solving a mystery was always fun but if they knew who built these ruins then that meant it wasn’t a new species; it was someone they were already aware of. “Don’t keep me in suspense here!”
“I think I do, sort of, and it’s as exciting as finding a new species! Bear with me while I walk you through it. I don’t want to give you our conclusion without you seeing the steps we went through to get there. It will be easier for you to find problems with our theory if you see our work leading up to it.”
Janine just nodded in agreement. Hillstep pulled up some images on a tablet. “Once we had all of the tool marks put into images we could play around with on our tablets, it was like trying to figure out a puzzle where you don’t know what the pieces are supposed to look like. But together we decided that this was the best shape for the marks to make when put together.”
Hillstep showed Janine the end result. “And why is that?” she asked as she viewed the tablet.
Emily stepped up and pointed to areas highlighted on the screen. “Based on those intersections, they look like purposeful points where other marks would come together to form a shape, a letter in their alphabet or possibly a whole symbol for a thought or phrase. We found those spots on each tool mark and determined that they were put there for a reason. We then told the computer to use those points to fit with each marking we had. It came up with only one possible geometric shape that could be made by connecting all of the points on all of the tool marks. The computer thinks that all of the tool marks make this one symbol.”
Janine looked at it and cocked her head. “Why does this look familiar to me?”
“Ah ha! I was hoping you would say that.” Hillstep took the pad from Janine so he could tap in a few more commands. A new image was pulled up next to the one they had been looking at. The new image was almost exactly the same but much more re
fined and pristine because it had been formed by hand on a computer screen and not secretly carved into rock a few hundred thousand years ago.
“That mark is from the Unwutine tribes in the Delaz system. But that’s impossible; they are barely out of their stone age yet. They don’t even have basic metal-working abilities. Their written history is maybe a thousand years old.” Janine was amazed but thought there had to be some mistake, somewhere, somehow.
“Well, what if they were used as slave labor by some other species and then dumped on that planet to rot? Or they were visited by aliens who showed them that symbol?” Emily had taken to sitting on a crate while Janine just stared at the tablet.
“Possible but not likely”, Hillstep started. “For a couple of reasons. One, these tool marks were made with advanced metal implements. It looks like these ruins were once a mine and then someone more advanced came in and turned them into a base of some sort. The tunnels were definitely created with different tools and materials than the chambers and hallways we’ve found.
“These marks you found were made with the advanced tools that came after the mines were built. So we have to assume that whoever made the marks had access to advanced tools, slaves or not. The Unwutine don’t have those tools and nothing in their short history indicates they ever did or that they were visited from other species.”
“Refresh my memory, Doctor, what does this symbol mean?” Janine was racking her brain but couldn’t remember what it was.
“This is their symbol for two things, actually, just depending on the context.” Hillstep pulled up another image, this one of a very deformed alien that Emily wasn’t familiar with. “When the Unwutine have a baby deformed with this genetic mutation, they use this symbol to describe the baby. You’ll forgive me for not trying to speak their actual word for it but I can’t even come close to pronouncing anything in their language.”
“No one can”, Janine added.
“Quite true.” Hillstep smiled. “So we have no idea why that mutation occurs but when it does, the baby is branded with that symbol and then killed. We have no idea why but it seems as though they fear the mutated babies.”
Emily looked disgusted. “Why don’t we save those babies if we see them doing it?”
Janine looked at her niece. “Because, dear, they don’t know we exist. We observe from secret and don’t reveal ourselves. We don’t want to interfere with their development. It wouldn’t be right. Just like we don’t stop a mother lion from eating her cubs if that’s what her instinct tells her she needs to do.”
Hillstep looked at Emily. “It’s a hard pill to swallow and to tell you the truth, I know I wouldn’t be able to if I were there on the research team. But, to continue with what we do know, the research we’ve done on the corpses show that the babies wouldn’t have survived more than a few days after birth. They’re not contagious in any way; it’s not a disease process. It’s an extremely odd piece of DNA that we haven’t been able to map yet or understand, but it does a tremendous amount of damage when it gets turned on during incubation. It happens to about one in every twenty thousand infants.”
“What’s the second meaning they have for the symbol?” Emily wanted to get away from the talk of killing babies.
“Ah yes, the second use of the term is for their labor force. Whether it’s their version of an ox or horse plowing a field, or a group of men tasked with moving a fallen tree or large stone. They use this term to describe heavy laborers of some sort. You might even say ‘slave work.’”
Emily looked at the alien word and pressed the text-to-speech button on the tablet. The word the computer spoke sounded almost like Hurlkaferncherta. “Oh my, that is a difficult word to say. Please forgive me if this is a stupid question, but is there any possibility that this symbol is just coincidentally similar to the one from that tribe?”
“I forgive you.” Janine teased Emily. “We have found evidence that more than twelve hundred sentient species have existed in our galaxy at some point. We currently can verify that just over four hundred of those species are still around today. To this day, we have never seen the letter A in any other species’ written dialect, not to mention any other letter from any human alphabet. With the exception of species from different planets that we can genetically link to each other as having a common ancestry, no matter how distant, no two species of different planetary origins has ever had coincidentally similar shapes in their alphabets or markings.”
“So, no then.” Emily got affirmative nods from both doctors. “Okay, so if we know it’s statistically improbable that these two species aren’t genetically linked somehow, then we need to find the link. And how do we know that the tribe is indigenous to that planet? That they evolved there?”
Hillstep put his hand to his masked chin. “We have something called the ‘flushed goldfish’ theory. It’s when a spacefaring species visits a planet and leaves behind an animal of some sort, whether on purpose or not we, of course, don’t know. But in time, that animal either becomes part of the biosphere or doesn’t and we find it thriving, evolved, or dead. Regardless of the state we find it in, we can check its DNA and see that it didn’t spring up from the same primordial ooze as everything else around it. The Unwutine tribe has been researched enough that we know they evolved on the same planet we found them on.”
“Okay, so how do we know they weren’t visited by another species that gave them that symbol or they saw the symbol and used it for some reason?”
Janine liked answering her niece’s questions. Going back to the basics helped to get her mind working in ways she wasn’t used to. “First off, when we say we know they weren’t visited by someone else, what we really mean is that we’re pretty damn sure. A good scientist realizes that even the things they know are true, those things can be disproven later. Keeping that in mind, we know they weren’t visited because if they were visited during a stage of their evolution in which they had developed some form of documentation, as transference of a symbol would suggest, then they also would’ve documented that encounter as well. A visiting species would’ve been seen as a major event by a primitive species and they would’ve done at least a cave drawing or something. We have yet to find any evidence of that. And in order for them to take a symbol or word from a visiting species, they would have to have had extensive contact with the visitors, not just seen a UFO in the night sky. That extensive of a visit would’ve been detectable by our researchers.”
“Worms and goldfish…” Emily muttered.
“You lost me on that one, dear.” Janine put her hands up in the air in the universal “huh” gesture.
“Worms. Specifically, flatworms.” Emily was pacing in a small circle and moving her right arm in the air as though she were conducting thoughts through her brain. “We just did an experiment in school where we tested the age-old theory of genetic memory in flatworms. Results aside, what if the Unwutine tribe has genetic memories from a failed attempt at cross-species breeding? You said they have a genetic deformation that we don’t understand yet, a weird piece of DNA. We’re pretty good at mapping DNA. I think it odd that we would find a piece of DNA in a species that we classify as ‘weird’ and we can’t figure it out. What if it doesn’t belong there or even belong to them to begin with? Maybe that weird DNA is from somewhere else and is also responsible for passing down some genetic memories that have helped shaped their written language development.”
“That theory deserves some attention. I’m pretty impressed, honey.” Janine pulled up more information on the Unwutine tribe. “But you also said goldfish. Why?”
“Just going back to the flushed goldfish theory.” Emily was pumped up with the praise she had received from Janine. “What if the species that created these ruins were flying out in the galaxy one day and decided to stop on a planet. Maybe to refuel, maybe to take samples, maybe to make repairs, maybe to take a family photo and have a picnic—who cares why, but the point is the stop wasn’t for the purpose of staying any length of time.
And because the stop was just a layover, future explorers would never find any evidence of that relatively short visit.
“So while they’re on the planet, their slaves or workforce species escape. Who knows how many, but some get out. Or they were left on purpose. Regardless of how or why, they are now on the planet and does what every species does: attempts to survive.”
Emily was back to pacing. “Okay, so now you have an abandoned species on an alien planet and they aren’t doing so well. There aren’t enough of them to ever create a civilization of their own; the gene pool just wouldn’t be deep enough. There are probably less than a hundred of them to start with in the first place. But they still try to survive and breed; it’s instinct. And because there are so few of them to begin with, once they do die out, it would be pretty hard for future explorers to find evidence of their existence because they didn’t have time to really leave anything behind.”
Emily looked at Hillstep, who just encouraged her, “Finish it, keep going, don’t stop now.”
Emily took a deep breath. “They aren’t from this planet but they’re close enough to a developing species, the Unwutine, that they can sort of integrate and not be seen as god-like or whatever, you know, if they had come down in spaceships and stuff in front of everyone in some grand display of technology. So they were accepted.
“It’s kind of like when Trizites visit Earth and swim in our oceans; the dolphins and other local life welcome them and play with them, act like they belong. The Trizites are so close in their physical make-up to our ocean life, they just kind of fit in. So that’s what these castaways did, they just fit in. Maybe the Unwutine thought the castaways were just a different tribe that were not exactly the same as themselves.
“The castaways either brought the Unwutine their first symbols or just added to what they had already started. Either way, the castaways referred to themselves using this symbol we found on the wall. They were laborers and that symbol started to be used by the Unwutine to refer to anything having to do with laboring.”
