It was about two hours after the colonists realized
that the air on the new planet was very similar to that on their native Earth,
and removed their masks, that the groups wandered in different directions.
According to the reports, there were no predators here, no bacteria and no
intelligent life. The results for the virus test were not back yet, but nobody
seemed to care. They've had enough of the stale air and tasteless food, and if
they were in danger, they could not go back to Earth, anyway. This was a
one-way journey.
-
On this planet, we are born into the air. I know you won't understand…
but listen anyway, OK?
Steve was lying down under a giant
tree, staring at its leaves in utter disbelief. The tree was talking to him,
inside his head, in a loud and sonourous voice. For the avoidance of doubt, it
began by introducing itself. The images it sent added up to words, and Steve
had no idea how it happened. Having gotten some control over his shaking limbs
and chattering teeth, Steve agreed to listen and not to call anyone else just
yet. The tree clearly meant no harm. His panic manifested in such weakness that
he had to lie down. His knees were still occasionally bumping into each other. He
felt cold and clammy, even though it was warm enough to sweat. Around him,
light blue and lilac balloons were flying, colliding and turning about, with shadows
shimmering inside them, and he could swear he heard them laughing, but only
inside his head. "The air here made me lose it", - he thought. But
then the tree carried on speaking.
-
I remember the day I came into being. Lighter than air, we fly around,
absorbing the sunlight, free of all worry and care. You would call it
photosynthesis… we don't need anything. Only air… We fly and grow in pure
happiness of being alive… then slowly we get heavier, and begin to sink down to
the ground. That means it's time to choose the spot where we will live for the
rest of our lives, as trees. But still we have some time before we become too
heavy to fly. After I found this spot, I landed here, and when my roots grew, I
got a mind that could think and speak, from the ground. The ground is our
mother.
Steve chocked on his question, and
pronounced it instead in his mind.
"Do you hear me like
this?"
-
Of course, replied the tree.
"What do you mean when you
say that the ground is your mother?"
-
That is exactly what I mean. We come from the ground… she feeds us,
loves us and takes care of us. We are her… just that she cannot see or
communicate, so we do that for her. Her name is Orola. You should treat her
with respect.
"Whom do you communicate
with? Until now, there were no humans here."
-
Everything you see can communicate. But we, the trees, are the ones who help the planet. She sent me to speak to you. Our roots
are so deep, they connect all living beings into one body. Without us, Orola is
deaf and mute. You brought fire, and our planet is afraid, so afraid… don't you
feel her?
Steve could swear he felt a deep
rumble under his back, where it was pressed into the ground. Like a very distant
thunderstorm.
" I do" – the thought
came. "I am afraid, too. Humans are not exactly some lovely bunnies…"
His head was spinning form the
effort. Being the colony's meteorologist, he had no control over what happened.
Yet, the captain was not likely to listen to any trees. He was ready to mine,
build, and burn as necessary. It was absolutely clear to Steve, that should
humans stay on this planet, it would be destroyed much faster than the Earth
was. It was more sensitive… and intelligent. Just as Stanislav Lem predicted in
"Solaris". It was true… except this planet was not an ocean. Somehow,
the colonists needed to learn to be gentle, in a world of a gentle-speaking
trees, and their baby balloons, and take only what the planet gave willingly.
"What would make you … and
your mother… feel safe?"
-
Call the humans here, and I will speak to them. If they cannot live by
our rules, they will have to leave. Fire has to be limited and contained. No being
shall ever be harmed.
"We cannot leave. Our planet
will not take us back… there is nowhere to go. And we eat… meat. Bodies of
animals. Understand?"
-
Call them. Now.
The ground shook again, this time
harder.
Moments later, Steve was running,
tripping up over himself, towards the seashore.
As he was approaching one of the
groups, a scream reached his ears. A woman was screaming, hollering, shrieking
so loudly, that the intelligent ground of Orola gave a powerful lurch, and Steve ended up flat on his
belly. Wiping his bloodied nose on his sleeve, he carried on running, until he
reached the screaming woman. It looked like she tried cutting one of the
crawling vines, and now it was holding her by the leg, pulling her away from
the group. The ground shook again, by now most of the colonists were sitting down, not
trusting the ground anymore. Steve fell on his knees, out of breath, in front of the woman.
"Stop! Stop!" – he screamed
to the vine in his mind. "Let go!"
The vine released its grasp and
swung itself again over a tree.
-
Wait now. Full stop. There is something you have to learn before you
take even one more step over here.
The tree breathed a sigh of relief
in his mind. The humans walked slowly, one by one, watching their step, careful
and aware, towards the Keeper Tree, as the ground calmed down gradually, with low-grade tremors.
