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Here is Isabella, meeting with Linus, who has flown in to make sure that Bethel is running fine. She has a lot of reports - all carefully maintained since the beginning of her time as host leader - to go over with him.
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"Nine hundred and thirty-two."
"I was built in an orbiting shipyard above a planet called Eleison, and carried the Samarian settles from there to here."
"It was a densely populated world that suffered from almost continual war among various factions. These are the primary reasons the faction known as the Harmonic Christers elected to leave and relinquish their technology."
"Eleison had much more advanced technology than is currently present on the ground in Samaria. It is likely that non-Samarian human civilizations have developed beyond that technological point in the intervening centuries, although your ancestors assigned significant probability to their rendering themselves extinct through war. As of the time of the archangel Gabriel Aaron, there were still other human societies in the galaxy, but I have no more recent information."
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"Has Mommy looked for more people in the universe?" she asks, mostly to Alleya because she supposes that if Jovah knew he would've mentioned it under 'more recent information'.
"If she has done so, she has not informed me," says Jovah.
"She says there are some humans left," says Alleluia, "but the ones who are still alive appear to be mostly societies like ours at least to the extent of relinquishing their weapons, even if they kept more technology than we have, and that if they were still fighting she would have prioritized intervening there over a slow start here."
"She says there are some humans left," says Alleluia, "but the ones who are still alive appear to be mostly societies like ours at least to the extent of relinquishing their weapons, even if they kept more technology than we have, and that if they were still fighting she would have prioritized intervening there over a slow start here."
"Let me know when you want me to take you home," adds Alleluia.
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"I want to look around more," she says. "Are there other things to see?"
"There is the bridge; the settlers' living quarters, sickbay, and cafeteria; engineering and maintenance rooms; the satellite control room; empty cargo bays; and the ship media room," says Jovah.
Jovah issues directions thereto. This involves traveling to another deck via elevator.
The media room mostly has computers in it, although there are a few shelves with a few lonely-looking paper books, the titles all in the old oracular language no longer in common use on Samaria.
They are old and fragile, but not dusty; something about the way air circulates in the ship prevents dust buildup.
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She examines them very very carefully, even though she can't read the writing.
Alleluia sits sideways in a chair - none of the chairs in the ship are intended for angel use - and waits.
"Yes. It's the same language the settlers spoke, it's just changed a lot in the last few hundred years," says Alleluia.
"The long way, or with magic?" asks Alleluia.