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there stood a form… One Arthur knew only too well… “Helen” he gasped and started to shake; sweat
and tears mingled as they ran down his cheeks and the broad smile on his face. “My Helen!” he
croaked. People were coming from all around him slapping him on his back. Lances’ voce in his
headset brought snapped him back to reality
“Arthur; she’s alive and I’m getting you a flight on the next shuttle…” he didn’t hear the rest he was
already running to his quarters he was looking frantically for something. He managed to find it in a
sock drawer. He put the object in his coverall pocket and headed to the docking bay. As he waited he
whistled a tune from a past era; it had been the song playing on his car radio the day he first met
Helen on that summer’s day so long ago. A Lemurr female was eyeing him quizzically. He explained
with tears in his eyes what had just happened and the woman smiled showing her incisors and shook
his hand. Arthur wasn’t even perturbed by the sight; he was going to meet his beloved Helen…

When word reached back to the Eloi platform; Hylon and beyond that the transmission was
an unqualified success it was soon realised that a new means to travers the vast distances of space;
and a new era of expansion was now on the Horizon. It would be a few decades before sufficient
systems were in place for the first tentative Intergalactic travellers set foot upon new realms; years
later for trading routes and rights to be established and with that the foundation of a new Unity; The
Tri-Galactic Unity, would become a working prospect. Many more systems, worlds, and races would
become part of the Family of Life. One final mission for the Terrans; Eloi and the Mechanoids would
see the eventual recovery of Gangera Facility Platform from the hazardous region of space it had
drifted into. It would be many decades after that when the vast store of the Ancestors Archive would
be decrypted… And finally the answer as to the hidden code in the DNA of so many races would be
discovered. It seems the Ancestors of the Aradash and the Hurabash had an obsession… They were
Collectors of information. They wanted to amass all that was knowable. Something that they had
passed on with their genetic memes to every race they had touched. But that would be much later
and for the more near present…

… Helen could not believe her eyes when they had met for the first time on Mars. Her Arthur; was
there alive and looking better than ever. When they eventually had some time alone together; she
took off her necklace and handed him the ring she had kept close to her all this time. He beamed a
smile at her and took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard. He then stood back took the ring
and went down on one knee and proposed on the spot. Helen took hardly one second to reply in the
positive. He placed the ring on her finger; stood up and embraced her tightly.
“I’m never going to leave you ever again.” He whispered in her ear.
“You’d better not; I haven’t waited this long just to lose you. By the way; I was informed I have an
Attorney waiting to see me…” she said
“Ah; then I hope you’re ready for a few more shocks yet. Mark’s a persistent young man and a
bloody good Lawyer. If your inheritance stuns you; wait till you see where we’ll spend our
Honeymoon” He replied. He pulled out a wrist mounted Holographic display. Hovering above its
surface was an image of the newly finished Terraformed terra One. “Old Earth 2.0 as we would say
back then” and he expanded the image so she could see the new world in all its glory.

They got married in one of the Pueblos on Mars and took a private flight to terra One
Equatorial Space Station; called New Canberra. Helen had been stunned by what her inheritance had
become; Arthur had been right. Leaving the clamour of the Space Station behind the used a
personal hovercraft to go to a point on the Northern Continent…
“Well these are the coordinates. Looks a lot different now than it did then” Arthur said mysteriously
“Arthur where exactly are we?” Helen asked “And why are we here?”
“This is the spot where our story all began that morning when I went out Jogging. That Tree over
there marks the spot where I came round. That lake and the mountains are where the fields and
trees were beside Crawlboys Lane. This is the spot I stood and did this” He said and pulled something