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purpose."
Michael whistled softly at the staggering thought. Such possibilities... "And these bodies, do they come from... Well... You know what I mean..."
Amrah laughed lightly. "Not at all. Our embryos are grown in suspended animation until a spirit is ready to enter them. When that happens, the new body can function within a few days. Only the best specimens of our race are selected for reproduction. As you can see, we do experiment with mixing species. Personally, I am half human (or its galactic equivalent). Our breeding techniques were perfected over millennia of genetic engineering."
"I should have known... So, how come we don't live as long as you do?"
"Your spirit does. Your bodies tend to degenerate faster, so you have to get a new one more often, and when that happens, you tend to forget your previous experiences. In time, your mind will grow stronger and you will remember. Most likely, you will lengthen the lifespan of your body... If your species survives long enough, that is."
"Yeah... Right. Reincarnation... I heard that before. So time is nothing to you, is it? We live and die in the blink of an eye."
"But time is not as important as timing," Amrah explained. "Your mission, for example, comes at a very specific point in time, just as for the others before you. You could learn much from their work."
"What others before me?” Michael asked candidly.
"Christ, or Krishna in India, Gautama Buddha, Muhammad, you resemble them in more ways than you think. You started your education a little later in life, but in essence and spirit you are the same."
Michael let go of his breath in a long whistle. He never was modest, but some comparisons did scare him a little.
So, he came to learn about his predecessors, some of them still well known and revered among powerful religious groups, others totally forgotten once their mission accomplished. All had only one goal, heighten the awareness of the people of their time. Now it was Michael's turn to do the same, in a different time, with the same people. He still didn't have the faintest idea of how to go about it.
Soon, Michael came to understand the value of self-discipline and self-control. His respect for the gentle alien who claimed to be his father grew in direct proportion to his own knowledge.
"You always seem to know the right thing to say at the right time," Michael commented to Amrah.
"I do not. Before I talk, I listen to my heart. Love is a force to be reckoned with. It can make you anything you want if you use it wisely. Misguided love, however, can wreck entire worlds, my son, and it has on occasion." Amrah seemed to reflect on a faraway memory.
"My emotions are so strong they blind me sometimes. How do I know what's right and wrong? How do I persuade myself to do the right thing?" Michael looked to Amrah for answers.
"You can regulate the chemical imbalance in your brain through meditation. Drugs are obsolete in our culture. At your present stage of evolution, the mood disorder you call bipolar personality can be compensated by one hour of deep meditation each day. Your diet will change as your self-programming kicks in. It is the safest route for you."
Toward the end of Michael's training session, Amrah offered, "Would you be interested in visiting our embryonic tanks?"
"Hell, yes!" Michael had been hoping for such an opportunity.
"I was waiting for you to be ready for the shock." Amrah’s thin lips stretched in a smile.
"Well, that didn't stop you before. You always seem full of surprises." Michael stood up to follow his alien father down the humming corridors of the spaceship.
"This is a very complex process," Amrah explained as they walked along the soft light guiding their steps. "We aim to give our bodies regenerative capabilities in order to achieve the degree of longevity we are accustomed to. Memory is very important as well. Nothing in our reproductive process is left to chance, as it happens most of the time on your planet."
"You
Michael whistled softly at the staggering thought. Such possibilities... "And these bodies, do they come from... Well... You know what I mean..."
Amrah laughed lightly. "Not at all. Our embryos are grown in suspended animation until a spirit is ready to enter them. When that happens, the new body can function within a few days. Only the best specimens of our race are selected for reproduction. As you can see, we do experiment with mixing species. Personally, I am half human (or its galactic equivalent). Our breeding techniques were perfected over millennia of genetic engineering."
"I should have known... So, how come we don't live as long as you do?"
"Your spirit does. Your bodies tend to degenerate faster, so you have to get a new one more often, and when that happens, you tend to forget your previous experiences. In time, your mind will grow stronger and you will remember. Most likely, you will lengthen the lifespan of your body... If your species survives long enough, that is."
"Yeah... Right. Reincarnation... I heard that before. So time is nothing to you, is it? We live and die in the blink of an eye."
"But time is not as important as timing," Amrah explained. "Your mission, for example, comes at a very specific point in time, just as for the others before you. You could learn much from their work."
"What others before me?” Michael asked candidly.
"Christ, or Krishna in India, Gautama Buddha, Muhammad, you resemble them in more ways than you think. You started your education a little later in life, but in essence and spirit you are the same."
Michael let go of his breath in a long whistle. He never was modest, but some comparisons did scare him a little.
So, he came to learn about his predecessors, some of them still well known and revered among powerful religious groups, others totally forgotten once their mission accomplished. All had only one goal, heighten the awareness of the people of their time. Now it was Michael's turn to do the same, in a different time, with the same people. He still didn't have the faintest idea of how to go about it.
Soon, Michael came to understand the value of self-discipline and self-control. His respect for the gentle alien who claimed to be his father grew in direct proportion to his own knowledge.
"You always seem to know the right thing to say at the right time," Michael commented to Amrah.
"I do not. Before I talk, I listen to my heart. Love is a force to be reckoned with. It can make you anything you want if you use it wisely. Misguided love, however, can wreck entire worlds, my son, and it has on occasion." Amrah seemed to reflect on a faraway memory.
"My emotions are so strong they blind me sometimes. How do I know what's right and wrong? How do I persuade myself to do the right thing?" Michael looked to Amrah for answers.
"You can regulate the chemical imbalance in your brain through meditation. Drugs are obsolete in our culture. At your present stage of evolution, the mood disorder you call bipolar personality can be compensated by one hour of deep meditation each day. Your diet will change as your self-programming kicks in. It is the safest route for you."
Toward the end of Michael's training session, Amrah offered, "Would you be interested in visiting our embryonic tanks?"
"Hell, yes!" Michael had been hoping for such an opportunity.
"I was waiting for you to be ready for the shock." Amrah’s thin lips stretched in a smile.
"Well, that didn't stop you before. You always seem full of surprises." Michael stood up to follow his alien father down the humming corridors of the spaceship.
"This is a very complex process," Amrah explained as they walked along the soft light guiding their steps. "We aim to give our bodies regenerative capabilities in order to achieve the degree of longevity we are accustomed to. Memory is very important as well. Nothing in our reproductive process is left to chance, as it happens most of the time on your planet."
"You
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