“The Council’s decision is final and must be respected. It is not, however, agreed with. My friends, today I hope we have not doomed more innocents. This meeting is adjourned. Please, stay or go as you wish.” The Scion stood and exited as the 21 member council, plus Paradigm, filed out of the rooms.
“My friends, I regret this. It seems that no matter how much we wish it otherwise, some battles must be our own to fight.” Myrrdin shook the hands Scion, Mortis, and Paradigm
in turn and departed for his home.
As the Time Trust exited the chamber and prepared to return home, Graham Wells stopped him. “Pardon me, but, are you about to return to Time City?”
“Yes, I am.” the droid replied.
“Might I go with you?”
“Of course. However you must be careful. The time stream is a dangerous place.”
“With time, I have no worries.” Graham Wells smiled as they departed for the place he had wished to see his entire life.
Traveling along the timestream, Wells watched with glee as the colors swirled and sped past them as they flung towards Entropy Point. “It’s beautiful.” he remarked.
“I suppose it is.” The Time Trust commented.
Within what seemed moments they arrived at Entropy Point, home of Time City, the base of the Time Trust Corps. Squadrons of Trust droids flew in and out of time portals on
their way to various times and places. Just outside of the city, sat a large area that seemed out of place next to the coldly mechanical city the androids inhabited. It was a massive garden, populated with all manner of plants and animals, that appeared to live harmoniously with one another.
“What is that?” Wells asked, fascinated.
“Would you like to tour the garden?” The Trust asked. “It is quite a marvelous achievement.”
The two landed next to it, and walked inside. “How did this place come to be here?” Wells was astounded. He had no idea of the level of depth and complexity these beings
seemed to possess, that they wouuld create something like this.
Birds chirped in trees around them, as bees pollinated flowers in what seemed an eternal springtime. How marvelous, Wells thought, that these beings would have such a deep rooted respect for life that they choose to keep it near them. Greystoke would enjoy this, I wager. . .
As Wells was marvelling at the seemingly out of place environment, one of the chirping birds, a small robin, stopped and fell off of the tree limb it was perched on. Even here, Wells thought rushing over to the bird’s form, even here.
He picked up the bird in his hands and gazed down upon it’s small body. It was cold, hard. He touched it lightly with his fingers, and a small area on the birds chest popped
open, springs bursting forth. “Mechanical. . .” With a hint of disappointment, Wells looked up at the trees and animals all around him as the realization dawned. “It’s all
mechanical.”
“Yes.” The Trust stated. “Stay here, if you wish. I must report in.” The Time Trust walked towards the building that housed the meeting place of a council different than the one we last saw. The Council of Seven, builders of the Trust Corp. and Time City. Graham Wells hurried along behind him, anxious to see what other wonders awaited him.
