On Earth, there are three Triads intending to integrate not only the three peoples and stop the war that threatens to break loose and slaughter Humans and devastate their world; but to stop the war that consumes Kiiote economy and Yown’Hoo moral fiber. All three intelligences hover on the edge of extinction. The merger of Human-Kiiote-Yown’Hoo into a van der Walls Society might not only save all three – but become something not even they could predict. Something entirely new...
The young experimental Triads are made up of the smallest primate tribe of Humans – Oscar and Xiaomara; the smallest canine pack of Kiiote – six, pack leaders Qap and Xurf; and the smallest camelid herd of Yown’Hoo – a prime eleven, Dao-hi the Herd mother. On nursery farms and ranches away from the TC cities, Humans have tended young Yown’Hoo and Kiiote in secret for decades, allowing the two, warring people to reproduce and grow far from their home worlds at great profit to Humanity. Then the war spilled over on to the Human homeworld and all three are threatened with extinction…
STAGE DIRECTION: (Spotlight falls on each as they speak then shuts off, illuminating the next; then all three spotlights fall on them as they chorus together.)
Yown’Hoo: “The literal decay of the fiber of Yown’Hoo morality accelerated when we refused peace with Kiiote.”
Kiiote: “Interbreeding, internecine war, and ritual cannibalism devoured us in resisting harmony with Yown’Hoo.”
Human: “Material gain from both Yown’Hoo and Kiiote fed our greed, so concord held no profit.”
All: “We might do something none of us alone can do, we might braid an unbreakable cord of unity.” (4/6/2019)
The tentacle that the Mother of All pulled from its sheathe was leathery, dark, and deeply wrinkled. She lifted the fingers at its tip toward Dao-hi and slowly unfurled them. The Earth-born and raised Yown’Hoo had seen Humans who had aged this much look as haggard, but never one of her own kind. In fact, she had rarely seen Yown’Hoo older than herself. The Mother of All said, “I am not entirely ten thousand of the Earth years old, though you are but a strand of DNA compared to me.” She shuddered in gentle laughter. “My parts have been regrown and replaced many times, though this mind has indeed experienced ten thousand years of events.”
“I do not remember events as you or your Human and Kiiote partners remember. I was created for my role on this earth, but Yown’Hoo from antiquity on Y’eh One of Seven Hundred and Thirty-nine. I am able to speak Y’eh 2349, a tongue so old that you would think that I was speaking in Human. For one as old as I, memories are stored in tight coils of DNA then packed in cells that rarely die and incorporated into my very bones,” she lifted hoof and bowed her head to show a crown of bone.
Dao-hi’s voice was a whisper, “A Crown of Wisdom?” She paused, “I thought that was myth?”
“Quite real, and quite painful as well. There is no joy in wearing this Crown, only burden. The most important DNA, with its messages, can be deliberately drawn back to conscious memory as needed,” she looked at the Human girl, Xiaomara, adding, “Much as your kind can slow your breathing and heartrate through intense meditation, I can pull up memories stored in the Crown. Some of those memories were stolen from the echoes of Yown’Hoo. Others are more complex and I need the help of the Triad to reveal ancient memories of demons and conjures. Nevertheless, when all of the memories are bound together, the plan created the first Triad chose becomes clear. It is the reason the Triads were formed. In time, the Triads will absorb echoes, conjures, and Human demons alike – the worst into the best. That, my daughter, is the Plan that will save all three, weaving us into a civilization strong enough to stand against Discord.”
For a moment, Dao-hi felt an overwhelming sense of disappointment. She looked at the rest of her tiny Herd – Lan-mai-ti and Por-go-el. Her intestines twisted a bit, knowing that she must turn this time Herd over to the Mother of All. Ji-Hi said, “You must lead, child.”
“Me?” Without thinking, Dao-hi reared and bared her tentacles.
Ji-hi trembled with laughter. “Of course, daughter. I can no more lead this mission than St. Admiral could lead the Humans to freedom. Our destinies are entwined but it is not my place to overthrow you!”
This time Dao-hi reared intentionally then dropped to the snowy ground. It was an ancient tradition going back to presentience, when control of Herd would be fought to the death between females, then the males were trampled to smears on the Plain from which grew the sweetest grasses. The grass thus fertilized would sprout as fast as ninety centimeters a day and store a peculiar suite of compounds that would stimulate the new Herd Mother to pass eggs into her pouches and hunt wild new males. For a moment, instinct warred with cognition and she felt mind begin to slide away. Then she focused on the mission Commander Baksh had laid on them, reared again, then pulled her tentacles back into their sheathes and bowed deeply to the Mother of All.
Who immediately dipped her head, saying, “You will be a worthy Mother when your time comes, daughter. Now, to the mission. We must run.”
“Run?” said Dao-hi.
“Indeed, to the dunes to the north. We will meet the rest of your Triad and accomplish the deed we set before you.”
Dao-hi scowled and, glancing at her tiny Herd, said, “You will share that mission with me now, Mother of All.” She added a bow, slightly less subservient than she’d done a moment ago – which she completed when the Mother of All stamped a hoof, very slightly.
“Impertinent DNA sample!” but the tone was not anger, it was pride. She said, “We run, daughter. We run to gather an army and prepare to challenge the Yown’Hoo, the Kiiote, and the Human so that they will have no choice but to cease this absurd conflict and finally grow into the Society they have the potential to create.”