The Final Option

by Kyle Robertson

  He took a step towards Geogyn. The other man next to him held him back, by putting his arm across his chest. Geogyn stood taller at the man's step towards him. He was ready to defend himself.

  The other man who held him back closed his eyes and shook his head.

  “It would be like you obliterating an amoeba. Don't allow something that shouldn't exist on your level the privilege to agitate you,” the other mysterious figure addressed him.

  He looked at the other men who held Val-Koorin captive and said, “I have been manifesting my communications with the primitives. I will communicate with this one.”

  He turned to speak to Geogyn. “I am Galvin D'ott. These men are Chellis Nor, Reven Keldor, and Aran Janus. We are the Temporal Guardians.”

  The explanation meant nothing to Geogyn. “My awe must be on a vacation. I still don't know who you are,” Geogyn retorted.

  Galvin looked at his comrades. “The primitive thinks he is amusing, capricious.”

  Then he got serious. “The Temporal Guardians control your true god, Time. Everything you have ever thought of, you existing in this space. All of your past lives, your emotion, your being. Everything exists because of Time.”

  Awe came back from vacation for Geogyn, once he found out who they really were.

  “You are, literally, the Omnipotent Ones,” Geogyn realized. “How am I understanding someone so grievous?”

  “I have reverted back to what primitives do to impart. I have used the archaic practice of communicating through audio vibrations,” Galvin said. “To make my example congruous with your level of existence, our young-lings mastered auditory speech in what you would call kindergarten. They mastered every dialect in the everyverse by first grade.”

  Geogyn was confused. Every verse? What the hell is an everyverse?

  “My apologies, I thought your race was evolved enough to know there wasn't just one verse.”

  This explanation was too theoretical for him.

  “You have never thought of asking ‘What is on the outside of the universe?’” Galvin asked as if he were the professor.

  “It never occurred to me,” Geogyn answered.

  “Your kind has not even evolved enough for the higher levels to even attempt to try to explore what is on the outside of the universe?” Galvin was shocked.

  “We haven't manned a craft to Mars,” Geogyn admitted.

  “You have not gone to a neighboring planet yet?” Galvin asked. “Your kind have not even crawled yet.”

  Reven interrupted Galvin, to explain. He projected through the mind, so everyone could hear.

  I am using this primordial technique, so the primitives can understand also. They call their kind Race. The Human… Race is completely aboriginal if you were to gauge it with what they call a calendar, with the length of existence of this planet, if you judge it by a Gregorian year, humans have existed the last second, of the last day, of that year.

  Galvin realized the humans haven't had enough time to evolve.

  Because of their amazingly finite lifespan, they have lived countless generations in that sliver of time. Galvin accompanied Reven in executing the technique.

  Val-Koorin developed them with retarded minds. It was the only way to control them at his level. Reven projected. He also utilized the ancient capacity for worship.

  He had to acquiesce to their level, Galvin projected.

  “When will we get to that level of communication?” Geogyn asked.

  “According to your level of development, and the hindering of your mind, you will accomplish this level of communication in four million Certagar. A Certagar, in your understanding is one hundred thousand millennium,” Galvin said. “We are not omnipotent. We are sundrypotent. That was not your initial question. I educated you, so you would have no errant catechisms. I can enlighten you as to what is going on.”

  rogueenough to have constant ethereal thinking. The celestial thought process escaped him in stressful situations.

  “Val-Koorin is a rouge research analyst from the Yahweh system. He injected that name into the human psyche. His planet will die in one-half Certagar. His people have to evacuate. No one knew what to do. Creation has been forbidden for thousands of Certagar, but he shirked the law, and beget with reckless disregard to the caveat,” Galvin started.

  “We understood his people had no place to go, but inhabiting what you call an M class planet with your own creation, and once they have created Utopia, obliterate them so your people have a new place to inhabit, is unconscionable. Since he was audacious with his scruples, we had to intervene. We searched the everyverse for him, but with mega-trillions of M class planets, we had no clue of his whereabouts.”

  “How was it that you found us?” Geogyn queried.

  Reven advanced towards Geogyn for his effrontery, but Galvin held him back.

  “I advise you not to have inquests until I have completed. I can read your mind. Your questions will be answered,” Galvin told him.

  “Val-Koorin's creations were imperfect. He tried to correct his creation by integrating someone you would call an uberhuman. He tried to harmonize the human race, but they rejected harmony.

  Val-Koorin was not a master at creating the perfect race. He never achieved the perfection of mastery.

  He had to correct his experiment quickly. That was why he created you.”

  Geogyn understood the actual reason why humans existed. He was becoming disturbed his actions aided the intention.

  “You are anachronistic for this time. Your skills are one millennial cycle ahead of everyone. That is why you are developing in ethereal deliberation in your synapses,” Galvin said.

  That's why I'm wired differently than these humans, Geogyn thought.

  “You are not human,” Galvin told him. “You never were. In your time stream, you are considered a toy for a child.”

  A children's toy?! That's a millennial cycle from now, and we haven't evolved, by then? Geogyn's questions were being answered, but they felt impossible. Well, analytically impossible.

  “We found you because Val-Koorin manipulated time. It was like shining a spotlight in pitch black. He actually called the Time Guardians to him. He violated one caveat, why not violate another?”

  Geogyn realized God had discrepancies also. Another question violently intruded. Who does God answer to?

  “As I have said before, Time is your god. It is not a research analyst, with divinity, because you haven't evolved enough to understand him. It is like you traveling back to the Reissuance with a digital tablet. Here, it is just a convenient bobble for you. Back then, you would be their new God, because they couldn't understand a digital tablet. You may not understand how a tablet actually works, but you can accept it, because you understand someone who excelled in the field of tablet’s technology knows how to make it. Reinsurance people do not have that luxury,” Galvin explained.

  Geogyn remembered. Galvin could read minds, as easily as if they were having a conversation.

  “You cannot store information in your mind to reference at a later date? Your kind still forgets? Val-Koorin made humans fallible. It is in your nature to be erroneous,” Galvin was amazed at the simplicity of construction.

  Geogyn began thinking his questions. What happens to Val-Koorin?

  “Speak the question, Geogyn. I am advanced enough to read minds. That attribute benefits you. The other human beings are not that evolved. They have been in our conversation since we began. Do not make this conversation private at a pivotal point,” Galvin said.

  “What happens to Val-Koorin?” Geogyn repeated his question for the masses.

  Geogyn knew Galvin was right. How could he ever be wrong?

  “Unfortunately, your race will be acephalous,” Galvin said.

  He read Geogyns mind, and said, “I am trying for your benefit to communicate with you. You are fluent in the English language, but your fluency is suspect. You have no clue as to the meaning of my prior statement.”

  “G
eogyn felt embarrassed and humbled. The act of being defensive was juvenile, to him, so he never had that feeling.

  Galvin continued. “Acephalous means, without a head, or leader. Val-Koorin will be detained, and incarcerated for his violation.”

  Geogyn understood that. “You're apprehending our Lord?!”

  “Your comprehension of these actions are equitable,” Galvin said.

  “You can't do that!” Geogyn yelled. “You can't arrest God!”

  “Again, you are voracious,” Galvin said. “I cannot arrest Time. I can contain a rogue analyst.”

  “Val-Koorin is our God!” Geogyn expressed.

  “Time is your intangible God,” Galvin said. “Time's rules of existence are simple, but absolute. Even animals, without rudimentary conservationist skills can accept that. You can't give one-celled organisms rules. And you thought since Val-Koorin commanded everything and everyone, all existence should follow his dominance in lock step without understanding them? Your race is either simple or nonsensical.”

  “So, all those religions are apocryphal?” Geogyn asked.

  “More like fabricated to fit the need. The human race needs guidance of morality. Without a sequential diagram of decent conduct, society would crumble into disarrayed anarchy. Humans were designed to destroy their race voluntarily. Val-Koorin conceptualized them too well,” Galvin explained. They chose the path of rapid destruction before they created the utopian environment for his race to move to. That is why he created you.”

  “My moniker is a religious fallacy,” Geogyn determined.

  “Now since you know and understand, your title will change once more,” Galvin told him.

  “A different title?” Geogyn was inquisitive.

  “You are the most advanced entity of this world. You survived the unconscionable atrocity of traveling backward in time. You have evolved past analysis, to ethereal quantity knowledge,” Galvin listed Geogyn's attributes. “You will be the Apprentice Chronology Guardian of this realm.”

  Geogyn was confounded. “You want me to be a Temporal Guardian?”

  “That is like asking a slug to be leader of a kingdom.” Galvin compared Geogyn's knowledge and prowess to the proper scale. “You are in preschool learning colors and shapes, while we have Masters Degrees in every subject a being far beyond your evolution could imagine.”

  Geogyn realized, by comparison, sake, an amoeba was too advanced for his equivalence.

  “So, you are finally understanding the scope of advancement we have compared to yours,” Galvin actuated. “Yet, you are millennia ahead of these humans. It is acceptable for you to watch over them.”

  Geogyn was confused. Were they appointing him? They had the authority no doubt, but was he worthy?

  “I'm humanity's new God?” he asked humbly.

  “Time has, and will always be the conclusive dynamism. There can only be one God. You are this race's sentinel, their final custodian.”

  So, I'm humanity's overseer, he thought.

  “All the cachet you had as Armageddon is nonexistent. You will be referred to as The Conservator.” Galvin promoted his status.

  “Why have you deemed me The Conservator?” Geogyn asked.

  “You are the only entity in this realm, or generation with advanced properties. You have no urge of avidity. You do not covet personal commodities or status. You have no cravings for carnal knowledge, so you have no distractions to deter you from your quest. You have battled the relentless flow of Time, and emerged victoriously. A human would not survive the ordeal. Being The Conservator is the next logical progression,” Galvin explained.

  That was when Geogyn realized an absolute omnipotent being, not an appointed one, made actual sense.

  “I don't have the power, nor do I want to question your authority, Grand Guardian D'ott,” Geogyn said. “I accept.”

  “Your congruency with our conversation has a dilemma. You thought it was a request.” Galvin corrected Geogyn's thinking, once more. That was when he understood he had no choice.

  “I swore an oath to Val-Koorin. I have kept it until his proclivities became suspect. He created me, although, it was done under forbidden circumstances. None the less, I would like to be cognizant of his fate,” Geogyn requested.

  “You are granted the knowledge, Geogyn,” Galvin said. “We do not exercise the archaic action of equal justice, we have a practice your Japanese race calls giving Val-Koorin a ‘window seat’.” Galvin knew he had to explain. “We will return him to his planet. He will be returned to his status but will be stripped of his aptitude. He would acknowledge all his peers functioning around him, yet he won't be able to do what they could do. The Japanese put a worker in an empty room to just sit there, and do nothing. They save on layoff costs by doing this. They just wait for that worker to quit, so they will not have to pay the worker. It is much worse for Val-Koorin. He cannot quit his species, and he will remain animated until his sun goes supernova. Even in his existence, that is an excruciating length of Time.”

  Geogyn felt as if he were usurping power from Val-Koorin. Guilt draped his persona.

  “How could you usurp?” Galvin asked. “You did not seize this appointment by force. You were assigned this calling through necessity.”

  Geogyn still felt guilty. His conscience wouldn't acquiesce to the veracity of fact. He took nothing. He was bequeathed with it. Passed down, not violently acquired.

  “You have been deemed The Conservator,” Galvin officially judged him.

  Well, I have been adjudicated by the Temporal Guardians. I guess this has been celestially approved, Geogyn determined.

  Geogyn took a knee, bowed, and announced. “I will perform my obligation with diligence.”

  “Adjusting your reason is effortless,” Galvin stated. “Your acceptance of logic makes you unwavering.”

  “Val-Koorin instilled emotionless logic in me,” Geogyn touted. “Effect does not augment my primary actions.”

  “Since you are The Conservator, the humans immediately in your vicinity serve you. You can convert their alignment at a whim. They will follow you without question,” Galvin instructed.

  “The Lord Order is a military unit. I have no use for military.” Geogyn looked over the regiment. “You have been vindicated from your quest, Lord Order! Go home to your families!”

  The regiment was soundlessly stunned. Silence blanketed the crowd.

  Then, all of a sudden, one soldier yelled out. “Woohoo! We are ETS! I'm getting out of Nicaragua!”

  A younger soldier inquired to his squad leader. “What does ETS mean?”

  “It's the End of your Term in Service, Private,” his squad leader told him. “And you never had the privilege of using the term of being 'short'.”

  He looked at the bewildered private. “I'll tell you later, kid. Right now, packing for home is number one on my agenda.”

  As the crowd began to slap five to each other as if it were the end of a graduation ceremony, Galvin asked, “What is your abutting intention?”

  “I have worked arduously at creating Utopia. I will not waste that effort. Utopia shall commence.”

  “You are still referencing your previous title of Armageddon,” Galvin warned. “You are not capable of alleviating previous memory residue. Your mind fills with errant memories. That is why your race forgets pertinent occurrences. Your mind doesn't clear itself hygienically. The Guardians will execute that exercise for you. Unfortunately, every previous memory of your previous calling will be eliminated, including everyone you erased,” Galvin mapped the particulars.

  “The word, 'unfortunately' shouldn't be in your vocabulary, oh Omnipotent One,” Geogyn stated, being irate.

  “I am sundrypotent… That is why I can use the word, 'unfortunately'. You are thinking analytically again. You must think ethereally to be The Conservator,” Galvin carefully avoided reasoning in his retort.

  Your mind is not evolved enough to contemplate, and I elect not to elevate you to that capacity.”


  Geogyn didn't understand. Then again, he wasn't supposed to. He wasn't at that level of divinity yet. That was when he realized the definition of the word, even the etymon word was primitive. He had to think beyond inference, into lucid conjecture.

  “You will achieve capacity,” Galvin said. “Your thought process dictates your aforementioned evolution.”

  Geogyn was apprehensive. Was he prepared to evolve?

  “Do not be pusillanimous. Do not have an abhorrence for evolution,” Galvin encouraged him. “It will come into fruition with accelerated naturalism for you.”

  He's right. I've battled many things scarier than evolution. When it happens, inevitability will become certain. Geogyn thought.

  “I am not afraid, Guardian,” Geogyn said. “I'm excited to explore my new abilities.”

  “You have had them all along. It only took evolution for you to discover what you already had,” Galvin revealed.

  Just let it happen. As if I could impede evolution, Geogyn thought.

  May I be allowed the chance to sojourn to previous comrades?” Geogyn asked. “I must inform them their distressed anticipation of the binding prophecy is for naught.”

  “Your sojourn must be aphoristic,” Galvin stated. “Return with experience.”

  “The only delay would be the time it takes to travel,” Geogyn admitted.

  “Your evolution just activated. You are still using analysis,” Galvin said. “Travel is not time-consuming at your level. It is relative to ethereality.”

  “Do you mean I could travel at amazing speed?” Geogyn was dumbfounded.

  “You can travel much faster than amazing speed. You are still thinking physics. A derivative of analysis. Think mystical. A derivative of ethereality,” Galvin explained. “You can travel at the speed of thought.”

  Geogyn was amazed at his abilities.

  “Your flabbergast will be accelerated, for that was just a singularity in the aggregation of your new attributes.”

  Geogyn was beginning a new chapter in the human condition. All the deviant, destructive killings. The avidity and greed. The conspiring. It was alleviated. Geogyn was the new Conservator. He would partake in a more active role in the human race. They would have no quandaries about his existence. There would be no wars fought in his name. There would be no dastardly agendas scaring people into worshiping him.