Montegni was better than most. In fact, out of 65,000 children tested, he had the highest scores in all ten categories. With permission from his guardians, he was raised by the elders in seclusion. No other interactions with children was allowed for the young Montegni. This was the only life he knew. But somewhere, deep in the recesses of his young mind, something just didn't seem right with the life he lived. He was fed well. He rested well. In fact, of all the children tested that year, none would know a life as secure as that of Montegni. But he always felt curious about his surroundings. There was a "yearning" to reach out to those of his own age. The wisdom and nurturing he received from the elders was far superior than had ever been known to anyone before. He would never know hunger or pain. Physical pain at least. He would never feel the extremes in temperature fluctuations as the other children from his home would know. He would never know the suffering others would take as normal in their lives. He would be protected at all costs. He was their last hope. Montegni, of course, did not know how special his life had become. Of all the wisdom passed down through countless generations, the greatest truth would never be told to the young Montegni. The elders knew that a mind so complex, yet naive as Montegni's would never accept that truth. His mind, as capable and quick as it was, would never sanely accept the actual parameters his life was required to be enveloped in. As is true with any living creature, the mind can only accept a certain truth and if that truth is altered to such a vast degree, something will inevitably snap in the process of acquiring that new revelation. And as was the case for Montegni, his truth had been in the making for centuries. For his was an old race that understood that time, as great a friend can be, can also speak to another reality. A reality based upon finite calculations. A reality which held only one possibility. And that conclusion was ever near. So, many generations ago, a plan was created. A plan so completely reliant upon one with the calculating abilities that Montegni possessed. The ability to process information so rapidly that no machine could duplicate. He would have to be able to calculate probabilities within a limited amount of time. And he would never be allowed to understand how sinister and cold those calculations could be. For that was the limiting factor involved in the secrecy of Montegni's life. Each specimen would have to be a living being capable of producing the choices which could be monitored and studied within a space of limited time. Even the specimens themselves could not be alerted to their own study for this would cloud the results of each study. If his race were to be successful in obtaining a productive solution, Montegni and the test subjects would never be able to consciously know each other's place within the experiments. Even Montegni himself was not aware of the experiments. The experiments themselves were only observed through a remote location by the elders and Montegni would never be told what was happening. And the test subjects would return to their own planet with only a feeling of partial memory recognition that would be labeled deja vu. Even in their simplistic and underdeveloped evolution, humans gave promise to the key to their survival. But they could never consciously know of their capture and experimentation. They would never know of their departures or arrivals back to Earth. They would only regard it with a brief curiosity and continue on with their simple lives. If Montegni and his entire race were to survive an answer would have to be found. And soon. My name is Rueuhy and I approve this blog.
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