War of Souls

By Sultan Wise

The latest superb Sci-Fi...

A people that was living segregated in their planet for a long time. A newcomer that has arrived to them and made them realize that freedom does not mean to live segregated and to avoid conflicts.

Then fast ascending through much war and the promise of the wished for freedom. All this in such a time when the soul was so powerful to be able to adjust the physical universe as he pleased.

A lot of excitement, huge battles and almost unlimited uncovered truth. This is the world of the War of Souls, new but also familiar where we can discover thousands of faces of existence.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sultan Wise
• Release date: Nov 14, 2019

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Souls

Preface

This story is based on events that have occurred, but it has nothing to do with reality. If anyone in his own life finds similarity to what is described here, it can only be a coincidence. This is my own story of a world where the soul was much more conscious than it is now in its current degraded state, yet some were nevertheless worse, if compared to the greatest evil now imagined.

It is about the endless struggle that living and intelligent beings have been fighting for a long time — and they are still not getting to the closure of these protracted battles, although they are now coming to an end, no matter how incredible it seems.

This narrative only covers a very short period of this endless war, and only from my perspective. If you cannot agree with it, it is just because you don't want to remember it, or because someone didn't want you to remember it and made you forget it. I won't judge anyone in this regard. Read it boldly. The end will be encouraging for everyone, I promise.

These events have been written on the basis of my memories, but we are going to treat them as science-fiction, and if they become real meanwhile it is not a problem either. You, dear reader, will definitely have fun. The names of places and characters are the products of my fantasy. My memories do not cover these.

Well, let's get started!

Chapter 1

Gordrack

I started my military career on the Gordrack planet. I haven't been able to find out what journeys I had taken before that, and why I don't remember them. I still have some ideas on my mind, however, so I'll come back to it later.

The planet was one of the most beautiful planets I've ever seen and can remember. Its landscape mostly resembled the forested areas of Earth, with many high and sometimes unscalable peaks. Our cities were built in the depths of the forest and we lived in close harmony with nature despite our technical development.

Many large and clear lakes separated the higher areas, but as much water as we could call sea had nowhere developed. That's why we travelled on land that was more stable, and somehow no one was attracted by the ever-changing water. There were no major storms, but sometimes a few weeks of quiet rain, which rarely disturbed the idyllic state. Though some were also pleased with rainfall — those who had been growing the plant food for the bodies used by a significant number of residents on the planet.

There were many of us for a planet of this size, but the lovely climate and skilled workmanship complete with technical equipment provided abundant food and sufficient raw material for the whole well-built society.

Everyone lived as a spiritual being, and everyone had the consciousness to use their associated abilities. We had bodies because we once had given our consent to the need for these bodies, and we were able to influence the physical world only by them. But we all knew that sometimes the harsh physical world could not affect us if we didn't want it to.

However, in order not to turn our sometimes complicated society into chaotic anarchy, we made rules that could not be broken. One of these sorts was the rule of communication, for example. If one did not want to receive the colorful images and diverse thoughts sent by others, then that person could only be communicated with through the physical world. This was what we call speech here on Earth today, I think. Nowadays almost no one wants to receive the communication of others, so we are forced to talk to each other and show images made in the physical world. Back then it was not always necessarily so.

The rules laid down included the strict hierarchy on which our planet's leadership was built. Leaders were never appointed by choice but by their abilities. We were all free and everyone had very good abilities compared to today's earthly conditions, but we were not the same. Everyone had a distinct colorful personality, as it is today, and there were some who were better in some areas than others. We didn't know envy at that time. We knew that if someone was better than the others, he had to become a leader in that area, because only this way it was possible to achieve unbroken progress in all areas. This was the case in organizing, driving, planting, hunting and later in the military field, just to mention a few of them. Our social system was based on this. If someone was good at something, he soon found himself in a leading position and, as long as he did not make a big mistake and produced ever better results in terms of development, he remained as a leader. We never had political elections. If someone thought he was better than his superior and could prove it with higher achievements, he could move up the greasy pole.

Of course, there were those who disagreed and tried to intrigue against successful, good beings, and even destroy them when enough evil was involved in their personality. These were settled quickly. They couldn't show anything better than others, they just wanted to make themselves seem better than others by trying to diminish them. At that time, we were not fighting for anything, just for achieving something, and that ‘something’ was always better than before for everyone. Therefore, those who would have destroyed and sought to diminish the abilities of others were quickly defeated and given prompt treatment. They could no longer have a body on our beautiful planet, and if something really crude was done by them, they were forced into exile to a nearby bleak planet, the Rabory. From there, there was no return. It was the first mistake our leaders made, but we’ll get to that later.

It was my job to lead the group that checked the new discoveries for their usefulness to society. Many were discovering new things in every area. Our communication was much more advanced back then compared to later conditions. As mentioned, we could communicate with each other without using the physical world, but if one of us didn't want to receive the communication or if we wanted to communicate with several of our partners at once, we were forced to use the physical world. That was a rule we thought we couldn't break.

Later, many other rules turned out to be arbitrariness and could not be broken simply because everyone agreed that they existed and no one thought they could be broken.

My business was very complex. Most of the inventions were useful to society and did not require too much attention on my part, but there were some that were good for gaining power and would either be addictive on the part of the user or a direct threat to us. These damaging inventions had to be more thoroughly researched and reported to the Grand Council to decide what the inventor should deserve for his selfish or harmful thoughts. One day I was going to submit such a report to the esteemed council when an interesting thing happened to me. A partner came into contact with me, but I was not close to anyone. Some had no problem with it, nor did I, but this was something else. It was one of the Thinkers.

The Thinkers were our fellows who had already attained the knowledge that they could exist without a body for a long time and thus did not exist in the physical world. They could not have a direct impact on the physical world and could only communicate with us if we were expecting a new body in the body generator, because only in that case were we in the same world for a short time. But then I wasn't expecting my new body.

He only sent pictures, but they were pretty scary. He sent me pictures of the Gordrack, full of smoky debris, huge fires burning everywhere, my frightened companions running around its surface that seemed to crack and everywhere liquid, glowing metal burst from the cobweb-like cracks. The sight was so shocking that I had to stop. I didn't know where to put it; I thought the Grand Council would decide what it was, but I felt like I had to go to my favourite place to remove the memories of the scary pictures.

So I turned off the winding road to the Council Building, which, as I was near, was nothing more than a wide path lined with tall, ornate columns outside the city. There was one last junction at the foot of the forest-covered mountain to access the ornate path to the top of the mountain from several places. The Grand Council building was far above the rest of the city, not because it was so tall, but because it was built on top of the highest mountain on the planet. From here you could see almost the whole throbbing city.

But I turned left to go from there to admire the unbuilt forests, mountains and valleys. It was on the opposite side of the city to the mountain, so no technical buildings disturbed the view. It was the most beautiful place on the planet. When I got there, I sat down on a rock outcropping and did nothing else, just checking the places where the surface of the picture had burst, flames were burning and liquid metal was pouring onto the surface. Nowhere did I see any trace of the chaos the scary message suggested. I stayed there for a short time so that when I was busy with my thoughts I could recall images of reality rather than the fever I had had.

When I felt successful, I went back to my business. It was also important because a not-so-good-natured partner had tried to manipulate others with electricity to become a leader. I was sure it would end in eternal exile, I didn't think there was a better solution to such extreme situations.

So I multiplied my steps because I wanted to put both cases to bed as soon as possible. I was already known in the Grand Council; however, fortunately I didn't have to visit them too often. I used physical communication for each detailed report because I had to address them all at once. Now, as always, they listened patiently and clearly indicated that they understood. I waited for a while to see if any of them had any questions about the not-so-positive case. None of them had any intention of wanting to hear more. They had already decided to banish Morgir, whom my report was about. They signalled me to leave. I sent the images I had received on the way up there to the wisest one. The short answer was that if you exist without a body for a long time, your mind will eventually become confused and produce distorted images. That was what probably had happened. Some Thinker had existed without a body for so long, that his mind used to capture images of the physical world and help us solve tasks was a little confused, since he no longer sensed the cluttered physical world, so his captured images had become redundant. A member of the Grand Council added that he probably just wanted to throw away the distorted pictures and I got that rubbish. He had no other explanation for how he had contacted me. I thanked him the audience and left in a hurry.

I went back to my favourite place and went through that day again. I had captured Morgir and convinced myself that I had finally freed my companions from being ruled by a tyrant. It was okay and that was the only way we could stay in peace and prosperity for so long.

So our social system worked well and developed nicely, we had better and better lives for our well-meaning companions, and became more miserable for those who were deliberating because of the sometimes long deprivation. This had been the case for thousands of years until something changed.

A spaceship arrived from outer space. None of the beings came from us. Our host committee did not find them malicious, at least on preliminary inquiries. They were merchants from a neighbouring galaxy. We didn't have a space vehicle, but our astronomers did their job very well and had enough detailed star maps. We could see where they had come from. The body they controlled was similar in structure to ours, but it looked much more fragile.

Ours had thick skins and hard, durable bones. Their muscles were well-developed, too, because they had enough weight relative to the gravitational field of our planet. Our faces were easy to shape to fit our individuality. Our body was not covered with hair because it was too much trouble; rather our skin was protected from the weather. We had such bodies. There was no problem with their reproduction. We had excellent biologists who were able to quickly produce as many as needed. They weren't worn out just by treating them too harshly and going into tough games. If that happened, you got another one. They had to be taken care of, otherwise they would not function well and it became difficult to control them. Therefore, we lived in a low-level symbiosis with our bodies.

The body of our uninvited guests, by contrast, was fragile and they seemed to care much more about it than they should have. First suspicions soon faded because the strangers really only dealt with commerce and had no malicious intentions. They introduced us to space travel, which I had never experienced before. We learned a great deal from them and they also learned a great deal from us. The only weird thing about them was that they only communicated with their bodies and could not receive us any other way. They didn't tell us too much about themselves. This was explained by our wise leaders: they were unlikely to be as conscious as we were, and therefore silent about themselves.

Then more came. In exchange for our raw materials, they gave us anything we asked for. We didn't know anything about trade before, because we distributed everything to each other in terms of who really needed the thing. As I mentioned, we had an abundance. We learned trade from them. They said that others may need our raw materials and they would be happy to take them there. Send somebody away with them, and see what we can use from there, they said. We had not known that they existed, nor that there were others. Our leaders didn't like it so much and asked if there was one who would be willing to embark on such an unknown and obviously dangerous journey. There were some who applied. Large-scale trade began for galaxies in the vicinity. Our raw materials began to run out and we received commodities — we also learned this term from them — that could not fill this gap.

That's when the troubles began. Our management said no to their need for additional raw materials. They became weird. They became even quieter and we felt like they were investigating our beloved planet. Then we politely asked them to leave. They attacked us. Many of our bodies were destroyed with light-bulb tubes but we could defeat them with bare hands. We caught two while they still remained in their bodies. Those who left their bodies left quickly and we could not communicate with them anyway without their bodies. We interviewed those two and found out some interesting and terrifying data.

They were warriors, not merchants. By then, they had been living for a long time, exploiting planets and transferring the raw material they had acquired to a larger group than themselves in exchange for their freedom. They were slaves, but they didn't even admit that to themselves. We learned from them that they would soon be coming with warships and enslaving us for the raw material on our planet. It was frightening, but as I mentioned, we had very capable leaders. The necessary knowledge was taken from these unfortunate servants. We had our methods. Using this knowledge, we began to develop a defense army. As we learned the secret of space flight, we began to build combat aircraft and trained pilots to control them. This is how my training began.

Chapter 2

Training

I was called Ulrich then. I applied for pilot training right from the start because, in addition to liking space flying, injustice and lying were annoying me even then. I wanted to take revenge for the grievances my entire people had suffered. This feeling was completely new, but I thought it might be useful for me.

Our leaders started our training in the spiritual field. They made us harder, so that our sometimes exaggerated benevolence did not stop us from fighting. Then, through training, our bodies came to be able to withstand heavier loads and be more flexible in the event of a possible land battle. Our biologists did a great job again. The bodies we used were redesigned to meet all expectations.

They didn't know who they were facing, but our people had such knowledge of shaping the physical world that we were invincible in this field. We thought so — until the first real attack.

They came with huge machines. The machines we produced — which we had thought were great — were dwarfed by them. They blasted their lightsaber blessing on our planet so that our two cities were down by the time we could cause them any great loss. It took a long time for our first wave to be reflected back, and our beautifully built residential area suffered enormous losses. It took several years before the fighting faded. Our people, however, were just getting stronger. Our biologists recreated our bodies to propagate instead of the ruined ones, and they did a better job. Our biologists were barely able to reproduce the bodies instead of the failed ones, though — yet they did a better and better job. In the end, they also survived crashes.

My training didn't end after the first big battle. We produced newer and newer spacecraft and our bodies had to endure more and more. We started competing with fellow-pilots to make bolder and better maneuvers. The relationship between us grew ever closer and we started to emerge from the usual order of society. The elites — that was how others began to call us.

One day when I signed up, my training officer, Wailth received me in the preparation zone. He was the second best pilot after me. Of course, he thought the same about me.

- What's up, Ulrich? Did you relax enough after yesterday's defeat?

Our bodies really needed to rest sometimes because the muscles could cramp if we stretched the boundaries for more than three days, but I had just been for one day on my feet. The question was intended to be insulting. This is how we determined to encourage each other to perform better.

- I don't need a rest to defeat a kind of softy cockpit pilot out there. For your luck, the invaders control their machines even worse than you, so you've had to change bodies a long time ago.

- Well yeah. And then your last night's miserable defeat was surely only due to my great luck, right?

- Indeed, my friend, indeed.

I couldn't explain to myself the fault of the previous day, not even to him. Somehow the good old days were in my mind when peace was still in our country.

- Well, let's leave the topic.

Wailth felt my thoughts and wisely changed the subject.

- I agree. Instead, try to explain to me what these intruders purpose is by coming and coming. As if they didn't know they couldn't hurt us, they just ruin our bodies from time to time and we have to add new ones. What else can we believe? Or is there something that the two prisoners didn't know?

- I don't know, my friend. I hope they will give up trying and will finally quit.

- I'd much rather fly freely in space than deal with battles. If this is the end, I'm on an exploration journey to far-flung galaxies.

- Do you think the Council of War would give you permission?

- There will be no War Council then, Wailth. And no war, either.

Our conversation was interrupted by