Year 4 Day 272

Giraffe--MorguefileI have to start thinking straight, instead of letting my feelings run away with me. Is not the first rule never to interfere with a sentient species? But I have ignored that rule so often that I cannot now stop disobeying it without causing further harm.

The fact remains that these People are not R’il’nians. They grow old. They die. A hundred years from now I will be much the same, but not one of them will be alive. Not Songbird, not her newborn son, probably not even his grandchildren.

I should learn to think of them as animals, aging as they do, knowing they will come in and out of my life.

I cannot.

Giraffe is carefully flaking the smallest spear point I have ever seen, already preparing to teach his son to hunt. Songbird is so totally lost in wonder that she has produced this tiny miracle that her happiness is making me light-headed. The baby? He looks a little more human today, but still not like much like a rational creature.

Who am I fooling?

I had better get back to determining the extent of this continent.

Jarn’s Joural is the fictional journal of an equally fictional human-like alien stranded in Africa 125,000 years ago. This is part of the remote background of the Jarnian Confederation, where my science fiction novels are set. The Journal to date is on my author site.

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