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The Blind Gods

Copyright© 2025 by Wau

Chapter 55: Babylon

The marshes gave way to the packed humus of a forest of organic trees, very straight, offering no shelter from the morning rain. Then a dirt road appeared. The Wau stopped running and leaping and began to walk at a steady pace-walking, inside the Armor, was a form of rest.

On the road, travelers from other worlds, but also from other times. The Xenos had no qualms about using the simplest modes of transportation, whether a ship or riding a bipedal bird. Between the straight, densely packed trees that gave the feel of a fir forest and the dirt road, there were rickety wooden carts, Xenos carrying immense bundles that they sometimes rolled in front of them like dung beetles. Often a Xeno carried two; sometimes ten; sometimes one couldn’t tell anymore who was carrying whom.

Passing and observing these Xenos-who responded only with indifference-the Wau was struck by a mysterious realization. The Xenos here were all different: insectoids, worms, protean creatures with legs and wings, sometimes humanoid serpents swaying with dignity, others-bulky masses-hid under large, dirty cloths. Some long mice darted between his feet. Booz, and Babylon, were referred to throughout the HS as “the Mecca of the Xenos.” Xenos seemed to come from across the universe, but these were different from those seen on Prospero or Calchas. No Anticyclopes. No Mu’min or N’pali. But they weren’t natives either.

Booz was not known for its spaceports, and even less so Babylon: the ships of the HS, mainly exotic tourism vessels, landed near the city. So where had they come from? And why had no one asked the question?

The Wau approached a six-eyed serpent man who looked at him curiously. He greeted him, and the other responded with gestures. The Stellar Tongue. The lingua franca of the Xenos. And to think he didn’t know it-he, the Wau. He resumed his path, scanning for any sign of humans.

Babylon emerged between the tall, tightly packed trees: on the edge of the inland sea, in these humid regions. But the constructions rose high, and for good reason: a large, dirty, whitish rock, as wide as the city, seemed to have fallen from the sky-or risen from the underworld-to provide a base. Upon a foundation of square houses that looked drawn from Earth’s ancient past, the Xenos had built termite mounds, rigid towers, sometimes modern spires of impenetrable glass, sometimes also pyramids or large open-air arches, marking boundaries for species that needed no roofs.

A human-long, dirty hair, damp clothes, outdated devices around his belt-was guiding tourists and spotted the Wau. He approached shouting:

- “Well, well! Didn’t I say you can find EVERYTHING in Babylon?”

The Wau quickly scanned their surfacing psyches. The guy was a tour guide, a slightly dim humanophobe who lived happily among the Xenos. He had taken a bit of the local drug and was half-convinced he was a Xeno. Behind him, there was a borderline psychopath who wanted to have sex with a Xeno. He had made the trip for that. It looped obsessively in his mind and the sight of the Wau disgusted him. Lastly, there was a slightly older couple. The man was a stellar geographer who had wanted to see Booz before the After. His wife accompanied him but was uneasy. She hadn’t loved him for a long time.

- “You’re a Wau, right, sir?” asked the guide. “Name’s Lovis. I’m a guide. Say, can we take a picture?”

- “Yes, as long as you answer my questions.”

- “Oh well, if I can help you, I’ll be so happy!”

The couple had pulled out a cheap terminal and were taking photos.

- “Do you speak the Stellar Tongue?” asked the Wau.

- “Yup! I mean, I muddle through. I can act as your interpreter.”

- “Where did you learn it?”

- “The only way to learn it is to go to the temple...”

His brainwaves vibrated with a nervous lie.

- “And you, how did you learn it?”

- “At the temple, of course!”

- “Lovis,” said the giant who towered over him by twice his height, “I’m not here to chase you or judge you. I want to learn the Stellar Tongue, quickly. Tell me the truth, and not only will I keep it secret, but I’ll also be in your debt.”

- “I’ve got a book ... at home ... I found it on the ground...”

In his mind, a fleeting image of a book stolen from a Xeno temple. The Wau planted a tracker on him, just as he had done with Ada.

- “Good. Another question, Lovis ... all these Xenos, where do they come from?”

- “That question again, they’ve always been here!”

- “They must’ve come here at some point, right?”

- “Not that I know of, no. Anyway, zero Xeno ships land here, except for HS ones. So maybe they’ve got invisible ships. There’s this funny Xeno tale called ‘They All Go to the City’ that tells the story of Babylon. They say they all came here on foot. Like you, sir!”

The Wau turned around. Several roads led from Babylon-you could see them from here-and each carried its stream of Xenos. They came on foot from the countless villages of the planet. And before that?

- “Lovis, is the Brotherhood of the Two Worlds based in Babylon?”

- “Maybe! That’s what tourists say.”

- “Yes,” said the geographer, approaching. “That’s also why I came. University documents indicate a small dozen pirates are based on Booz. But you know what? By gunning down all kinds of smugglers to seize their loot, the pirates are paradoxically quite healthy for the HS-so much so that the Fleet is considering turning them into privateers.”

- “I’ve heard of those documents,” said the Wau. “But have you seen any members of the Brotherhood of the Two Worlds here?”

- “I’ll tell you the truth,” said Lovis with total sincerity. “Everyone says they’re here. Everyone says they see Brotherhood ships heading to Babylon. And I’m inclined to believe them. The Two Worlds of the Brotherhood, that’s Humans and Xenos. The TWO worlds. But the truth, the truth, Wau-I’ve never seen them.”

- “Tell me,” said the geographer, “what do you think of this Aleph business?”

The Wau resumed walking toward the city. Even walking slowly, his strides were such that no one could catch up. Before turning around, he said:

- “Who knows? Aleph wants to see the Wau Order and the Transients destroyed. Enjoy your visit, all. Lovis, I’ll come back to see you.”

- “Wait, let me give you my address!” he shouted as the Wau walked away-but didn’t have time to explain.

The Wau entered Babylon. Anarchic, psychotic architecture. Xenos everywhere, most of the time doing nothing, contemplating the cloudy sky or a dirty wall. Large squares, silent yet crowded, where all the Xenos communicated in the Stellar Tongue using only gestures. The ground was made of that hard, nearly impenetrable white rock. From time to time, the Wau saw vertical buzzing antennas, resembling streetlamps. Perhaps they were streetlamps.

He touched one to analyze it.

Immediately, the streets emptied, as if the Xenos had always been an illusion. He withdrew his metal-gloved hand, and the Xenos reappeared, continuing their activities with indifference. He placed his hand back: the city was identical, the walls the same angle and color, but the Xenos vanished. He analyzed the antenna: a simple metal post powered by electricity. A Xeno prank?

The center of Babylon: a large square dedicated to religions, an infinity of cults-beneath dirty cloths, golden pyramids, or open air temples, some with a single believer who was also the high priest. Live Xeno sacrifices, all voluntary, were held here.

The Wau parted the veils of the temple of the Humble Epic of All Life. An unknown Xeno, its body a light Ouroboros spinning just fast enough to float in the air, approached. It sneezed greetings, and its luminous respiratory droplets formed symbols in the Stellar Tongue.

- “I do not understand the Stellar Tongue, priest,” the Wau explained.

 
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