The deaconstructor

... The balance that nature seeks is the most terrible of judgments... "The deaconstructor” is that tool, it can be felt even appreciatively ... cold, viscous, and cruel... it seeks, without emotion the threads of life and crushes them, those oh so fragile threads... so much sadness... so much sorrow. The Masters knew this, they themselves had changed..., and those fragile long lost memories of their homeworld...so peaceful and utterly beautiful. They had been cleansed of all impurities... emotions, desires, and even compassion. They stand on parched ground of a nameless planetoid, waiting for their time... the sacrifice to life and nature... each of the nobles stand, silent and alone to themselves. Eons have passed, but for these men, no, for they are no longer men in that sense...as beings, mere vessels... that will carry forward nature's will to create a new life. A single soul is chosen, among the many present, he steps forward to meet the high elder... first he bows, and then he kisses the feet of the wise one. In both ceremony and deathly silence, the gears of nature begin to turn. A star ship, laced with technology of millions of years old... stands silently above a green planet, like a dark cloud, it blocks the sun... A small group of engineers watch in silence as that mighty ship enters orbit around a most special of worlds. The planet is indeed a garden of life, beauty, and promise; with mountains of green trees and a multitude planet life, and oceans so blue to hurt the eye to even look upon them... she is ready... the mother earth has a womb green with love and caring... waiting for the silent seeder from a far. The landing party were many, of all ages and wisdom abound. The chosen one walks with the high elder, silent, moved by this most solemn of events. The high elder faces the sacrificial engineer, this builder of life. The elder then takes his student's robe... the seeder now feels the mist from the roaring waterfalls. Handed a bowl, cold and contemptible this odd piece of pottery is... so small but so life changing. A wonderment of technology, held in the hands of the engineer, the bowl is opened and the contents begins to activate. It is time... the others glance one more time before they depart... no one must be near "the deaconstructor" when it is activated... for it does not hold pity or remorse for its actions. Thoughts of old forgotten memories arise one last time, like a story told in an instant... so warm and loving are those memories... a single tear streaks down the engineers cheek. The bowl and its contents move willingly down the engineer’s throat... seeking, knowing, and destroying all in its path... "The deaconstructor" is more than a simple mutagen; it is the catalysis of unimagined power and violence...and the ultimate form of life. …It has found it's vessel of purpose... and the engineer feels the fire throughout his body, deaconstructor spreads, and the horror of the moment is upon...him.