Chapter Seven

Bending down to the ground she takes out another small tube like object and pierces the large bobcat in the neck to collect it’s DNA. She has lolled it asleep when the creature encountered her on her way back to her temporary home deep in the redwoods. It had been difficult to locate the species when she first arrived so while waiting for the opportunity she went out to collect other species that was in the area.
Night was falling and even though it had been hours since she spoke to the boy that captured her interest he still wasn’t far from her mind. She really shouldn’t have spoken to him. It wasn’t like her to break protocol like that. She just hoped that her superiors didn’t find out that she had talked to a human being.
As if conjuring them up out of thin air her eyes’ outer iris swirled with a golden hue that made her jerk up in alertness. Standing to her full height she raises her hand and waves gently producing a time rip in space, showing her superiors on the other side.
“What is your report, Nasia?” The dead monotone of the elder asks in their primitive language, so different from what she was becoming accustomed too here on Earth.
“Nearly all specimens have been collected. I just acquired the Bobcat not moments before. The creature should come out of chronic hypersomnia within the hour. I still have one plant life that is very rare and seems to be difficult to find, however. It’s the last on my list.”
“Life of the plant in question?”
She looks down to her wrist and hits a button on the watch that wasn’t a watch at all. A small projector beam pops up in front of her displaying a beautiful unique flower.
“Calochortus Tiburonensis flower. Critically endangered and rare to find. They only grow in one location on the planet and that is in a country called America in a state known as California. Apparently its only grown in the Redwoods, trees that are very…large.”
“Endangered…understood. Make sure you find and preserve. It’s incredibly disturbing to learn how far the humans have destroyed so much of their own home. Our databases conjured over four hundred and fifty thousand plants. Last report you made stated that an estimate of forty percent of all life plant species is endangered and rare to find. What is your thesis on extinction?”
“According to my record logs while gathering I estimate at least roughly around six hundred plants have gone extinct. And therefore not extractable.”
“Your job is nearly done, Nasia. After spending nearly a century on their planet you must have learned a great deal about the habitat and lifestyles of the species collected. Once we find a new home for them all we will appoint you as Chief Conservationist. It will be solely up to you how these creatures and specimen survive in their new home.”
“Understood elder.”
“Report to me once you find the Calochortus Tiburonensis flower.”
She nods her head as the rip repairs itself as if it had never happened. Slipping the vial in its protective holder she starts walking towards the hut she had built herself away from human society. When she first came to this land she had hoped it would have taken a lot less time than it actually is being. She didn’t have as much trouble finding rare and endangered species as she did with this particular flower.
She wasted precious time in following the boy when she could have been here in the forest searching instead. She didn’t know what had prompted her to go into the city, looking around for what she didn’t even know. Her energy kept displaying massive spikes the closer she had gotten to society. It wasn’t very often when it happens.
Her energy spikes were just as rare as the flower she was looking for. Most energy beings only experience the phenomenon when something big was about to happen. And the thing is they never know what that big thing could be. The last time any of them have felt it was elder, when he discovered that earth was in peril.
It had to be the amount of energy from the humans that was affecting her own. It was amazing how much of it was on this planet. Yet it still wasn’t enough to save it. The humans technology and arrogant ways were killing it faster than their energies could produce, of what little they held anyways. If they all focused together, the earth would thrive and live much longer than they could ever hope for.
Coming upon her home for the last five months she sighs heavily seeing how dissolute it looked. The mound was made of dirt covered in soft green grass and Dandelions that broke a little from the breeze that shifted by. There wasn’t a door and only had a rug with a small pillow for her to lie down on during the night.
She doesn’t sleep much as her energy fuels by the sun during the day. The one good thing about this planet for her kind was the abundance of sunlight. Helps to charge her inner core while home, her real home, was so far off from the nearest sun star that there were times they had to go into hyper sleep to preserve what energy they had left before the orbit came around to fully charge them once more.
The earth’s night was a blessed thing too. For constant light could cause her to explode in a beam of pure energy that would cause the entire galaxy to perish. Definitely something none of them wanted. But while she laid her head down, her mind was winded with thoughts and events throughout the day. And one of those thoughts was the boy. Who was never too far from her mind.
She had wanted to follow him to see where he lived but she figured maybe he didn’t like that all too much. He did seem to be a bit put out when he snapped at her earlier. It wasn’t like she was going to hurt him or anything. But living here over the decades she should have taken in account that humans were afraid of each other, especially when they didn’t know one another. The thing she soon discovered and reported immediately was the fact that they do more harm to one another than they do to any other living thing.
It didn’t make sense to her why they were the way they were, and history books only told so much of their past history. She would have liked to dig deeper of when the earth was young but then it would have raised questions on why she was becoming so fascinated with a world that was soon going to destruction anyways. No point in learning the past when it was all going to end eventually, and soon.
But be that as it may, she wanted to know what drives a young human boy to do the things that he does when society was a lost cause and more than most didn’t care about their planet or the creatures who lived on it.
Tomorrow she had to search for the flower. She can’t see or talk to that boy ever again. She wouldn’t go back into the city and the sooner she found what she was looking for the sooner she could be on her way home.