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My mind was still trying to comprehend everything when she started laughing, “I thought it was really funny about your white blood cell thought. In a way, that kind of more accurately describes me. I was ‘born’ to combat this problem, and now that it’s over, so is my purpose. It may be hard for you to comprehend, but I am far more ‘white blood celled’ as you phrased it than you.”
“Why are you a girl though? There are way too many aliens out there for me to believe that the universe’s form would be a Solarian.”
She laughed a long time at that. “Hardly. I was simply created in the form that the reactive element would find most pleasing. As you are a heterosexual Solarian, this form seems sufficient, did it not?”
I started laughing. “Wow, I remember you saying something like that a million times ago it seems. No, you are perfect, but that’s what you were created to be, right? Created in such a way I would find you impossibly intriguing, all to ensure I interacted with the element to stop the fracture. So I don’t get it, I still am confused about two things. You actually did stop those bullets in that battle right? But how?”
“As you know, I am actually a physical element in true physical reality, but to make it so I appear to multiple people is hard. But did I in any way change the reality of what those soldiers thought might be happening? To them, they would never know where a spray of rounds ends up, so because you did not die, they simply would think they had missed, all at the cost of my energy of maintaining a physical body.”
I continued, “The other is you sometimes used the plural when we talked about this succeeding, and it was always like ‘it will happen, We won’t allow it to fail’ kind of thing. It almost sounds like you have done this before? Or is that some sort of ‘we are all connected thing’? ”
“No, to your first, yes to your second. I am simply stating the connection We all have with everything. I was created solely for this fracture. I still have the knowledge of the universe though, for I am a major part of it. I think I had told you before that the fracture would be created endlessly until it was fixed. I had complete confidence it would come to completion.”
“So will you…can you stay with me?”
“Of course! We will be together forever. I will stay with you in this form while your physicality lasts, and I will personally escort and stay with your consciousness through the Line. I think it is a way of the universe saying thanks!” she stated happily.
“Ha, so are you the prize for my service or what?”
“Is that what you think of me? I would not think so.”
“No, you are right. By the end of all of this, I was not doing any of it for myself, or for the universe, none of that. By the end I was doing it for you. Those million iterations, we became friends on a level beyond just you needing me to do something. I hope it was not just some attraction created into you, because it feels very real. We connected by consciousness or maybe it was our soul. On the level where we are often alone, we…or I did anyway, felt like I was not alone. Not in the place it counted.”
Her eyes were crying tears of happiness. “I do not know if I could have phrased it better about connection on that strange level. I am proud of what you did Tre, infinitely so.”
“Ha!” I hugged her tight, weak as it was. “I think I definitely got the best universe incarnation, for sure.”
“Me too!” she laughed giddily. “The reacting agent I mean!”
“Oh damn, my hair!” In the reflection of a console, I noticed my hair was haggard-looking from being locked up so long, but the thing that had changed was now it was completely neon white.
“Yes, that is what happens to Solarians who have had contact with beings like myself. I am composed of a high concentration of Axls, and such levels are deadly to you. Well it would be if I let my essence out of control. At the very least though, I constantly radiate them, and it causes you to be stronger and faster, but it leads to you dying earlier…and the white hair.”
“Damn, that’s pretty scary. Being in love with you is killing me?”
“It is, in a way, but do not worry.”
“You will protect me, right? You always have.”
“And I always will, Trego.”
“Forever?” I asked.