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!MESSAGE BEGINS

We made a mistake. That is the simple, undeniable truth of the matter, however painful it might be. The flaw was not in our Observatories, for those machines were as perfect as we could make, and they showed us only the unfiltered light of truth. The flaw was not in the Predictor, for it is a device of pure, infallible logic, turning raw data into meaningful information without the taint of emotion or bias. No, the flaw was within us, the Orchestrators of this disaster, the sentients who thought themselves beyond such failings. We are responsible.

It began a short while ago, as these things are measured, less than 6^6 Deeli ago, though I suspect our systems of measure will mean very little by the time anyone receives this transmission. We detected faint radio signals from a blossoming intelligence 2^14 Deelis outward from the Galactic Core, as photons travel. At first crude and unstructured, these leaking broadcasts quickly grew in complexity and strength, as did the messages they carried. Through our Observatories we watched a world of strife and violence, populated by a barbaric race of short-lived, fast breeding vermin. They were brutal and uncultured things which stabbed and shot and burned each other with no regard for life or purpose. Even their concepts of Art spoke of conflict and pain. They divided themselves according to some bizarre cultural patterns and set their every industry to cause of death.

They terrified us, but we were older and wiser and so very far away, so we did not fret. Then we watched them split the atom and breach the heavens within the breadth of one of their single, short generations, and we began to worry. When they began actively transmitting messages and greetings into space, we felt fear and horror. Their transmissions promised peace and camaraderie to any who were listening, but we had watched them for too long to buy into such transparent deceptions. They knew we were out here, and they were coming for us.

The Orchestrators consulted the Predictor, and the output was dire. They would multiply and grow and flood out of their home system like some uncountable tide of Devourer worms, consuming all that lay in their path. It might take 6^8 Deelis, but they would destroy us if left unchecked. With aching carapaces we decided to act, and sealed our fate.

The Gift of Mercy was 8^4 strides long with a mouth 2/4 that in diameter, filled with many 4^4 weights of machinery, fuel, and ballast. It would push itself up to 2/8th of light speed with its onboard fuel, and then begin to consume interstellar Primary Element 2/2 to feed its unlimited acceleration. It would be traveling at nearly light speed when it hit. They would never see it coming. Its launch was a day of mourning, celebration, and reflection. The horror of the act we had committed weighted heavily upon us all; the necessity of our crime did little to comfort us.

The Gift had barely cleared the outer cometary halo when the mistake was realized, but it was too late. The Gift could not be caught, could not be recalled or diverted from its path. The architects and work crews, horrified at the awful power of the thing upon which they labored, had quietly self-terminated in droves, walking unshielded into radiation zones, neglecting proper null pressure safety or simple ceasing their nutrient consumption until their metabolic functions stopped. The appalling cost in lives had forced the Orchestrators to streamline the Gift’s design and construction. There had been no time for the design or implementation of anything beyond the simple, massive engines and the stabilizing systems. We could only watch in shame and horror as the light of genocide faded into infrared against the distant void.

They grew, and they changed, in a handful of lifetimes they abolished war, abandoned their violent tendencies and turned themselves to the grand purposes of life and Art. We watched them remake first themselves, and then their world. Their frail, soft bodies gave way to gleaming metals and plastics, they unified their people through an omnipresent communications grid and produced Art of such power and emotion, the likes of which the Galaxy has never seen before. Or again, because of us.

They converted their home world into a paradise (by their standards) and many 10^6s of them poured out into the surrounding system with a rapidity and vigor that we could only envy. With bodies built to survive every environment from the day lit surface of their innermost world, to the atmosphere of their largest gas giant and the cold void in-between, they set out to sculpt their system into something beautiful. At first we thought them simple miners, stripping the rocky planets and moons for vital resources, but then we began to see the purpose to their constructions, the artworks carved into every surface, and traced across the system in glittering lights and dancing fusion trails. And still, our terrible Gift approached.

They had less than 2^2 Deeli to see it, following so closely on the tail of its own light. In that time, oh so brief even by their fleeting lives, more than 10^10 sentients prepared for death. Lovers exchanged last words, separated by worlds and the tyranny of light speed. Their planetside engineers worked frantically to build sufficient transmission infrastructure to upload the countless masses with the necessary neural modifications, while those above dumped lifetimes of music and literature from their databanks to make room for passengers. Those lacking the required hardware or the time to acquire it consigned themselves to death, lashed out in fear and pain, or simply went about their lives as best they could under the circumstances.

The Gift arrived suddenly, the light of its impact visible in our skies, shining bright and cruel even to the unaugmented ocular receptor. We watched and we wept for our victims, dead so many Deelis before the light of their doom had even reached us. Many 6^4s of those who had been directly or even tangentially involved in the creation of the Gift sealed their spiracles with paste as a final penance for the small roles they had played in this atrocity. The light dimmed, the dust cleared, and our Observatories refocused upon the place where their shining blue world had once hung in the void, and found only dust and the pale gleam of an orphaned moon, wrapped in a thin, burning wisp of atmosphere that had once belonged to its parent.

Radiation and relativistic shrapnel had wiped out much of the inner system, and continent sized chunks of molten rock carried screaming ghosts outward at interstellar escape velocities, damned to wander the great void for an eternity. The damage was apocalyptic, but not complete, from the shadows of the outer worlds, tiny points of light emerged, thousands of fusion trails of single ships and world ships and everything in between, many 10^6s of survivors in flesh and steel and memory banks, ready to rebuild. For a few moments we felt relief, even joy, and we were filled with the hope that their culture and Art would survive the terrible blow we had dealt them. Then came the message, tightly focused at our star, transmitted simultaneously by hundreds of their ships.

“We know you are out there, and we are coming for you.”

!MESSAGE ENDS

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  • Zslbfnas

    I read this on /x/, and it was damn amazing.
    Nothing’s changed since then, thank you for putting it on Creepypasta.

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  • http://steamcommunity.com/id/superking208 superking208

    Simply amazing. Up there with Asimov and Clarke. Best non-published work I have ever read.

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  • Comment Leaver

    I liked it. But the concept of Deelis ruined it for me. It was a bit unsatisfying. Overall, it left me with the word ‘wow’ which could go many different ways.

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    • TheTimeVortex

      i dont care what a Deeli is, I just loved this story except it’s sad but that’s what makes it so awesome and also it is well written.

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  • greenshorts

    That was damn good… damn good.

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  • the Person Formerly known as ‘Noneya’

    Ill admit it, I squeed at the end. I actually made the traditional fangirl sound.

    This was phenominal.

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  • clever_name

    Hey this was great. I really liked this one and it seemed very well thought out and kept me hooked until the very end. Nice.

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  • Anonymous

    this was great, not necessarily creepy, but great and well-written. It’s a fine piece of writing.

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    Rating: +8 (from 8 votes)
  • MisterVercetti

    Hmmm… very rare it is that you see a Sci-Fi pasta, and yet here we are.

    We seem to be getting a lot of good pasta lately (beginning with Dust, continuing with Faces in the Storm, and now this). Hopefully the trend continues.

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  • egads

    Up until the end, I just thought of it as an average run-of-the-mill sci fi story. But DAYUM the ending was great! Totally made it perfect :]

    Granted, it still doesn’t read very much like a creepypasta to me. Loved it anyways :P

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  • Anonymous

    I liked it, the irony of causing exactly what they were trying to avoid was delicious.

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  • katie

    good. damn aliens. D:<

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  • MrSkary

    Hewlyie Shit that was awesome o:

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  • Caedus

    Wow….I’m guessing that the things that the narrator was talking about were future humans? But anyway, that WAS very very good.

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  • http://www.cafepress.com/cutelyevilinc Addish

    fucking loved it.

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  • bricks

    is it just me, or does this seem like the halo games? The gift of mercy sounds like the forerunner juggernaut, the people were living peacefully, then they were destroyed so the came back and killed all of the covenant, with the aliens sounding a fair bit like the covenant themselves.

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  • Jenny

    Minds blown, bricks shat.

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  • Azriel

    That was a sad story… The weird measurements were distracting, but otherwise it was great. Not creepy, but an amazing story. I look forward to more like this.

    Though I wouldn’t go so far as to compare it to Asimov.

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  • Terra Obscurum

    THEN WHO WAS ALIENS?

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  • Anonymous

    Such an advanced race can’t reduce fractions? >.>

    Great work, though. One of the best stories I’ve ever read.

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    Rating: +10 (from 12 votes)
  • Gegner

    At first, I was prepared to be hit with an epic amount of terrible from this story, but as it progressed, I found myself liking it more and more. By the time it reached the third-to-last paragraph, I was loving it. Very well written, and very intriguing.

    Although, I am in agreement with “Comment Leaver” about the ‘Deelis’ measurement. It was rather hard to keep up with trying to even remotely understand that, which soft of caused random hiccups in the story. If perhaps a simpler extraterrestrial measurement had been used then it would have been simpler to read through.

    Still a good one though. A very good one.

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  • http://bogleech.com Scythemantis

    The poor bug people, they didn’t know :(

    I’m assuming I can call them that, because they mention both carapaces and spiracles.

    Shades of Heinlein, but still very original.

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  • Mr. Munshun

    THEN WHO WAS DEELI?

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  • Lee

    Fantastic. A great read. The only bumps in the road was the gratuitous weird numbering system. We get it – they are alien. They do things differently.

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  • Noone

    Wow at first I thought it was just going to have a crappy end like “the planet we fired on was called Earth”, but no, it actually became something original, not just some generic piece of crap. I would love to see more like this.

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  • Darkace21

    I rather enjoyed this.

    They should make a book outta this.

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    • Anonymous

      Better yet, a movie with good actors

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