Even as she questioned
the logic of her rash decision to enter, she nevertheless gained access for the
first time. Once inside the Olbabe
Centre Linda was enthralled. She was surrounded
by darling little Olbabes wrapped snug within white wraps as they lay bundled
in tiny sleep spaces. She smiled at one, then another. She passed several little sleep spaces until
she came to the last one in a row.
Peering
down into the beautiful brown eyes of the tiniest Olbabe in the Centre, the
mystical, intuitive sensation returned with even greater power.
“May
I? she asked the Midescent in charge.
“Yes,” she replied, “but only for a second. This Olbabe is scheduled for compaction in
five minutes. He is on his way back to
Earth.”
Dressed in her white one-piece uniform, Linda held the
Olbabe in her arms. At once an
other-worldly, angelic, wise and knowing essence filled her existence. Was she imagining things or was there really
a halo of light round and about her shoulders?
She felt as though she were immersed in uplifting light.
She
rocked the Olbabe in her arms and in a soft, crooning voice she spoke to him
until at last he opened his eyes and returned her loving gaze. Linda observed
that his eyes were not smiling. They
were, yes, they were sad. Sad? Why do I think this Olbabe is sad? What
is sad? From where does this strange word come and why is this foreign word in
my thoughts? The strange sensation grew stronger and stronger within her.
Turning to the Midescent on duty she asked, “Please tell
me; what is the name of this Olbabe?”
The Caregiver checked the chart before responding. “His
name is Jim 7794329.”
Jim?
Jim? Linda thought.
She knew there was something to be remembered. What is
it? She gathered her powers of concentration and forced herself to
concentrate and to think. And then she
experienced a glimmer of mystical memory.
Jim?
As
she held the tiny Olbabe closer she peered down into his little face and
whispered, “I loved you, Jim. And I love you still.”
The Midescent was there now. She wanted to remove the
Olbabe from Linda’s arms.
“It is time,” she said.
“Just
one more second,” Linda insisted. She
looked lovingly down into the little one’s face. With gentleness she touched his little eyes,
his nose, and his tiny mouth while she spoke to him. “Don’t
be afraid, my precious Jim. I will not
be far behind you. I promise you we will
meet again in another time.”
It was with reluctance and with tender care that she
placed the vulnerable, tiny life essence back into the arms of the Caregiver
Midescent. Then, head down, Linda rushed
from the Olbabe Centre. She did not want
anyone to see the strange moisture droplets that were forming in her desolate eyes.
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