Transmigration

“It’s up to you Salvador.”

Two men stared in front of a two story screen. The brightness illuminated the worried and desperate looks on their faces. Salvador, was tall with dark brown hair, eyes and skin. Even he appeared pale in this lighting, discolored, sick with the thought looming over them. His company, Roman was shorter and stout.

“Do you think this is what our training was for?” asked Salvador.

Roman didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. They both knew the answer was yes.

Salvador and Roman had enlisted in the Space program over ten years ago. Together they were taught to make decisions on behalf of an entire planet. Astronomy and the Cosmos were Roman's loves, he always wanted to be closer to them. His partner was fascinated but much more motivated by the thought of returning to light and ground. Decidedly, Salvador was the action. Roman was in charge of conception. The population thanked them and trusted them, yet could not fathom such a responsibility.

Their mission had been described as a “Discovery” Venture. The two men were to be guided to the most powerful place in measurable distance. The greatest source of electricity, to be harnessed by their Space Program to benefit the people it served. The station was finally complete after five long dark years. Positioned, studied, reported, they followed every order knowing their life did indeed depend on it.

Following the completion of construction, they were gifted prizes and praise. Enough riches were promised to live off for a life time. Once they returned home, they would be kings, their great grandchildren would be kings and they would never know struggle.

One last award was sent to the heroes, but it was not mentioned to the rest of the world. It came through as any other normal piece of mail that reaches far-off lightyears. Digitally materialized on a large screen.

Distinguished Cosmonauts and Comrades,

This pivotal mission could not have been possible without the genius of foresight. It is the same genius who embodies our intellect and challenges reality. The greater good is always at the heart of what this program provides to it’s Global Community. With this in mind, we would like to introduce our latest phase in this expedition.

Revelatory projections have brought our science community to the conclusion that we can longer tread our current perceived timeline. It is at an end. The planet we sent you from will no longer exist as it does. Theories of Planet's first formations have inspired a reactionary approach for you to complete. However, it is unsuitable to be divulged to the public. We ask for your discretion. It is your final duty to the human race, to follow instruction and terminate this timeline. If you do not follow the final steps, there will be no hope of restarting its creation.

On behalf of the people from Earth, We Thank you for your service.

They both understood very clearly now. Science had brought them this far, out in space, one with infinity. The same scientists and leaders had played their roles without fail.The orbit of moons, the stars aligned with asteroids, the cosmic wonder that was gravity. The folks remaining on that mass had been manipulated by larger forces. They were oblivious to what the rest of the Universe had in store for them.

Every memory they had, seemed to show itself now, begging to be remembered. The joy they had experienced from being given this quest, the longing to be back with their families.

They had joined the program back on Earth to feel Godly. However it seemed this was a cruel joke. Salvador silently started on the last instructions, meticulously.

“One giant loop.” muttered Roman.