"Rising Death Densities"

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Lt.Jg Jas McCellan

Medical Officer

Log Entry

 

 

 

 

It's been less than two days since we were on offical "business" to the Cait system, and now Cait looked like charred toast. Bad analogy ... Worse than charred toast ... Worse than anything that has been burned or ... bar-b-qued, right another bad analogy.

 

Despite trying to rationalize or humorize my thinking, I know what the meaning of fear truly meant, yes I am afraid. I look around. Scrattered bodies, covered with roasting flesh, fields of them lying there, dead. Their fur also scattered over distances, it would have been impossible to tell which patch of fur was whose at first sight.

 

No, perhaps it was not the sight of what can happen that terrify me, it was what I understand of what was happening in front of me that terrifies me. When a stranger comes upon a pile of blackened flesh, one does not know what it may contain. I know what they contain, I may also know the pain that these victims felt just before they've become integrated into their environment, some may never have got the precious chance to feel pain before they were vaporized, some may have felt too much.

 

My sister also thought ill of disease, insects, bacterium and other things associated with them, she also cheerished life. She is young of course, she hasn't the idea that life comes from death and life was nothing more than living dead things. But of course that may change as we change the definition of life. Molecules that make life possible were in these caitians, in us, in every living being. It is just so much more terrifying to think about death at the molecular level than a simple stab in the chest. Systematic bombing of a civilization isn't murder, its a massacre, vaporization isn't murder, it is also massacre.

 

I know the remaining Cait bio matter sitting infront of me will carry their respective owner's rememberance, a reminder that, in some points in a timeline they existed. And those who were vaporized during initial attack, I felt sorry for, for they may or may not ever be remembered, biologically. When one is stabbed, one remains for a few moments more before becoming disassembled, a spiritural waiting period perhaps? I do not know, I am a doctor not a spiritualist. But some things in every day life become more spiritual than real.

 

In time, perhaps the death shall be remembered, all of them.