The Womb

Greetings to everyone, the following story was inspired by the digital art of @xpilar, I invite you to visit his blog. The picture that motivated this story is the following.

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The Womb

Several hundred light-years away from PGB-1 and PGB-2, orbiting around a black hole enclosed in a Dyson sphere, to trap the energy of its Hawking radiation on a planet turned into little more than a gigantic rock by a devastating cataclysmic event that happened hundreds of millions of years ago, a few meters from the ground rises a gigantic structure that from space would seem to occupy a third of the visible face of the planet, a huge hexagon whose low height hides a subterranean complex that descends to more than twenty kilometers deep.

In the center of the hexagon, the door of a hangar opens to let pass a ship, in whose interior, two thousand three hundred human children were transported from their worlds of origin, where they were delivered by their families to be educated by you. Each side of the hexagon of the ship opens letting out the children who remained seated in their seats.

-Young people from the new worlds, go to the entrance channel closest to your location, where you will be assigned to an education center, -said a voice that seemed to come from all directions, it was the voice they knew as the voice of you, the same they had heard in all the ceremonies of their villages, since they had memory.

The children descended from the ship and began to walk in the direction of the entrances, where a room awaited them with no window or door other than the one through which they entered, when they were all inside one of the six rooms, the doors closed leaving them completely indistinguishable from the walls of those enclosures, in a manner similar to a half sphere, then an intense white light, which seemed to come from the walls themselves, blinded them momentarily, leaving them stunned.

-Now they will be assigned to an educational center, -said your voice.

In the central part of the spherical roof, a circular opening was revealed and under its feet, the floor, previously white, became translucent, showing what appeared to be a swimming pool in the bottom of which, multiple shining concentric rings, illuminated a sort of cross, which rotated in its center.

From the circular opening at the top of the ceiling, beams of orange light illuminated each of the children who stood still, impressed by what was happening, or perhaps paralyzed by some kind of unexplainable influence. Within seconds of being illuminated by the orange lights, the children began to disintegrate into clouds of dust that floated inside the room.

In the end, the translucent floor disappeared and the dust, formed by the children's cells, fell into the pool, where, moved by the blades, they were led to grids located in the concentric circles at the bottom. Once classified and separated, the cells would be guided by tiny capillaries to capsules where they would be reorganized to form ten copies of each of the children, returned to fetal stage. These copies in three months would reach the maturity that each child had when they arrived at the complex.
Only one of the ten copies would be separated from the others and taken to the educational centers and then returned to its world of origin, completely ignorant of what had happened and only with the memories of the learning it had received from its benefactors.

Text of @amart29 Barcelona, Venezuela, October 2019

Other stories from the Time and Space series

• Fleeing from the Cephalopod
• The Depths of Balder
• Pandora's Walls
• Forced Migration
• The Curse of Chimera
• Amphitrite
• Ilmatar
• The Door of the Sea of Calm
• The Horde
• The Phidias Mechanism
• Heliopolis
• Crystal Floor
• The Other Humanity
• Five Humanities
• PGB-2
• Command Meeting in Orion
• The Womb

I can only thank @xpilar for allowing me to use his digital art in my publication and for motivating my creation. Thank you very much @xpilar

Thank you all for visiting my publication, I hope your comments and I appreciate your support, until next time

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