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CHAPTER 33

Shake off all fears and servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched.  Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion.  Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.

 

- Thomas Jefferson, 1787

 

            When Sarwin came upon the gory scene, he had less than two minutes to board the ship before the saucer would fly off on its own, with or without him.  He was relieved to notice upon reentering the hangar was that Renoldson had, indeed, gotten the outside door open.  The invisible saurian could see the dim glow of predawn light outside the massive opening.  He saw no human soldiers guarding the area and that made him feel both relieved and apprehensive.

            Hoping Renoldson was already waiting on the ship, Sarwin was going to make a straight run for the saucer, but then he noticed the gruesome sight over in a corner near the bottom of the wide ramp leading to the outside.  Moving closer, he saw what looked like the remains of two human soldiers.  It was hard to tell how many at first, because they had been efficiently sliced into chunks, the parts having fallen into bizarre piles.  Apparently, Renoldson had the mettle to use the laser torch after all.

            The next thing Sarwin saw made his heart sink.  Slumped up against a nearby, bullet-pockmarked wall was Renoldson and he didn't look in much better condition than the other humans.  He had clearly been hit at least twice by their primitive bullets; once in the leg and another, obviously fatal, shot to the chest.  A thin trickle of blood snaked down from the corner of the portly corpse's mouth.  Sarwin could still smell the charred flesh of the humans and the smoke of their firearms.  This clash had occurred only minutes before he arrived.

            He noticed Renoldson's body was not far from a set of levers, which Sarwin assumed were the controls to the door.  Renoldson had managed to open the exit, but in doing so he betrayed his presence to the humans.  Apparently, the preacher did not surrender himself up to the soldiers quietly and in the resulting firefight, the two parties had simultaneously killed each other.

            Sarwin regarded his dead friend despondently, but then realized he had to get to the ship, and right away.

            "Thank you for what you have done for me, my friend," he said, quietly, "I will not forget you."  Sarwin turned to leave.

            "It's true, isn't it?"

            The raspy voice was so faint that Sarwin almost didn't hear it.  He turned and saw that Renoldson's eyes were open.  Barely.  The human was still alive!

            "I know you're there," the human wheezed, reviving the blood flow from his mouth, "I heard you.  Show yourself."

            Sarwin looked around.  He could see no soldiers anywhere around, so he thought it safe to honor the request.  I was the least he could do for the human who had sacrificed his life for him.  He touched the control on his belt and the shroud field faded, revealing the gray skinned saurian.

            "I am here, Renoldson," he said.

            "Did you find your wife?" asked Renoldson, choking on his own blood.

            "Yes," replied Sarwin, "and No.  I was too late."

            "I'm sorry," coughed out the dying man, "You'd better get going or you'll miss your flight.  Your friends are waiting for you."

            "So they are," answered Sarwin, "I regret that I must leave a friend behind."

            "If I was able to come with you, would your people treat me any better than we treated Siverelle?"

            Sarwin shook his head, sadly, "Probably not."

            The human laughed, but he quickly began to choke again.  "Then I guess it's a good thing I'm in no condition to travel!" he joked, once he recovered, "But don't worry about me.  I am going to a better place than this.  I'm not afraid.  I know you think I'm a religious fool, Sarwin, deceived by a false god; but I know I have something waiting for me after this.  If that makes me a fool, then I accept it gladly."

            "I envy your comfort in that sentiment," replied Sarwin.

            "I know what you're going to do," said the human, "I just want you to know...  it's alright.  I understand.  I would probably do the same, if the situation was reversed."

            Sarwin was stunned.  He didn't know what to say.  What did the human know?  And how did he know it?  Had he figured it out himself?  Had these soldier humans told him before they shot him?  It didn't really matter.  He was not in a position to tell anyone and in a very short while it wouldn't matter anyway.

            "Renoldson...  I...." he started to say.

            "Just go, Sarwin," wheezed the human, shaking his head weakly, "You're out of time and so am I.  And don't envy me.  Time catches up with all of us, my friend.  But there's enough room in heaven for both our worlds.  And I don't just mean humans and your people.  I mean the faithful and the skeptics.  Some believe there is a place upstairs for anyone with a good heart.  I hope they are right.  If so, perhaps we will see each other again...  someday."

            Sarwin didn't know what to say.  When he first arrived on this inside-out world, he would never have guessed he would feel affection for one of these creatures.  He bent down and touched the man's shoulder.

            "Now go," the dying human continued, "before I take my one good foot and kick you in the... kick you in...."  The man's eyes rolled up into his head and he let out one last sigh, before his head sunk and fell forward onto his chest.

            Sarwin stood up and regarded the corpse of his only human friend.

            "Good journey, George Renoldson," he whispered.

            A whining sound from behind broke Sarwin from his morbid trance.  The saucer!  It was about to take off!  The saurian turned and bolted for the door of the craft, which he could see was beginning to close.  He leaped inside just as it slammed shut.

            Sarwin quickly strapped himself into the main chair.  The ship was on automatic, so he didn't need to do anything.  A motion caught his eye and he looked out the view port.  He could see that a few human soldiers had now appeared up at the top of the ramp.  One of them ran down the ramp and over to the control panel near Renoldson's body.  He threw one of the levers and the great outside door began to move downward.

            Sarwin overrode the autopilot with a brainwave pulse to the control panel and commanded the craft to fly now.  As he felt it begin to move, he heard a cacophony of screeching metal outside, as the scaffolding the humans had erected around the saucer fell away from it.

            Once that sound ended, Sarwin heard a new sound on the hull, like someone was outside, banging madly on the ship with a hammer.  He then noticed the muzzle flashes of the soldiers on the ramp and he realized they were shooting at him.  He wasn't worried about that.  Their feeble bullets would never penetrate his hull, but that descending door was another matter entirely!  In a few seconds, it would block his escape.

            "Go... now!" he unconsciously shouted at the ship, as he sent a brainwave communicating the same thought.

            Sarwin was thrown back in his chair as the craft lurched quickly toward the shrinking exit.  The humans scrambled and dived to get out of the way, but Sarwin heard a dull thud as the ship hit one of them as it squeezed through the opening just in time.

            Sarwin shot out of the hanger and rocketed skyward, his ship glistening in the burgeoning brilliance of a magnificent sunrise.  If Sarwin's plan worked, it would be the last sunrise a human would ever see.

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