| Author | Message | ||
     Olmeoaxaca W. Tlaloco |
Wilton- Even though I never thought of you as my dad, I just want to say we turned out exactly the same. You violated the Time Directive, made my mom pregnant, and then when I was dying of smallpox you pulled me, a young teenage boy, almost a thousand years into the future. You know I can never forgive you. My real dad, the man who raised me was honorable, brave and committed to his people and our ways. When the conquistadores had spread their diseases among us, when all the people I loved lay dead or dying, he ministered to us all. I know he was dying, but he forced himself to be the last to die. He was still alive when you took me. We called him Paqui, because he did everything with such happiness. He taught me the ceremonies. You were too scared to allow me to die, and you were too scared to talk about it. Paqui has a grandson now. My son, who I named after that true father of mine who died a thousand years ago, when everyone I ever loved, hated or was indifferent to died. Ever since then, everyone I've ever loved has died or disappeared on me. Only you survive. Now I have disappeared on you, and you can't bring me back this time. I am finally far enough from you that you can't ruin my life or my death anymore. You will never see either me or your grandson again. May the gods see fit that this is punishment enough for you. Across the galaxy, I spit at you. In rain and war, Olme. |