﻿Log 6: The Land of Nod

Call Me Crazy ship’s log, supplemental. Blondie here.

“So the LORD drove out the man and woman; and at Eden’s east gate He stationed the Angel, whom He armed with a flaming sword which struck every way, to bar the path back to the tree of life.”

The Seers of the Church will reward me. I am a Flaming Sword, now. I have barred the backward path. But in doing so I betrayed good men who put their faith in me. I must live with that. I must repent for it. I must…confess.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

The world below is not Eden. It is a Temptation, nothing more. The Seers have found many of them, over the years. After all, there are many more conditions for a planet to be compatible with human life than the mere presence of liquid water, oxygen and plant life. We’re creatures of Earth, not of here. 

Pierce, Chef, Brown and Chang will be dead within seconds of arriving. Anaphylaxis. Just breathing in a lungful of alien pollen is a death sentence. I wish it were more painless, they’re good men, they don’t deserve to die like that, but…

But there’s a bigger picture at stake here. What are the lives of four men against the soul of all mankind?

Still…I feel guilty, even though I’ve protected humanity from a regression, here. If a man calls you his friend and comrade, and you spend all your time lying to him…if you lead him to his death…well, the Lord made us to feel the pain we cause others. Even for the right reasons.

I’m going to sleep, now. Perhaps the Lord will reward me, and you, whoever you are reading this, will bless me and let me live. Or perhaps you are the agent of His justice, come to strike me down for my betrayal.

I accept your judgment either way.

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