Out amidst the lazy golden fields of Dublin, with drunken Mollys careening in the light of her vibrant sun, it is easy to forget how Gaia's flesh is routinely desecrated by the clawing pincers of scrabbling miners intent on devouring the last of Her golden life's blood.
Ah yes... a peaceful scene. Peace lies in the dreamy eyes of a smiling Gaia. The fitful light deals tenderly with the wreckage of a...
Into this scene we bring a dashing Doctor in his gunboat, two miners in Arrastras and a fleeing transport:
Miner1: Greetings, Sir. Dr.Cure: Gaia's greetings. Miner1: What can we do for you? Dr.Cure: You carve the Mother's flesh, children. Please stop.
As the conversation continues, the guys discover that they share a love of fine Whiskey and Bretonian pomp-rock, but the miners and Cure have much more not in common, which makes for strained civility as they improbably bond.
Dr.Cure: We have taken enough from the Mother to last for generations and the elemental properties of those materials remain intact even when recovered from wreckage. Miner2: I understand, but with the ever-growing human population, we can't just stop it. Dr.Cure: We can agree to disagree. Miner2: That we can. Dr.Cure: We concern ourselves with the Mother, not humans. Miner2: But if we are children of the Mother, do you not care about us too? Dr.Cure: Even children, when they are cruel, must be punished. Miner2: Is death the punishment? Dr.Cure: Certainly not. I might have to remove some of your turrets, nothing more. We value all life. Miner1: I assume... it's edication first. And 'ducation is what we get at the moment. Dr.Cure: We merely try to give Gaia a reprieve from Her torments. Miner1: Hey, Buddy, let's move out, shall we? Tell our boss that we hurt Gaia and ask him what he says 'bout it. Miner2: Yeah, let's head out and give the Mother a rest. Dr.Cure: Rest well, Gaia's children. Miner1: Course set to Hood... You too, Doctor! Miner2: Good luck out there, Doctor. Miner1: <mumbling to Buddy> Weird guys there are... but ye. A nice break it is.
Dr.Cure: <talking to himself on the comms> And so the Universal Mother gets a chance to rest from her torments!!
To form friendships across ideological lines is a noble undertaking, in its way, but not one that transcends the Universal Mother's central difficulty. Camaraderie between miners and Doctors can never really go anywhere, because they do not hear the cries of the Mother Beast as they carve her flesh.
Lean your ear to the Mother... follow her... do not resist... you are made of Her.
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