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Oomphel In The Sky
by [?]

Then he sat down and folded his arms. They were looking at him in amazement; evidently they all saw the logic, but none of them had ever thought of it before. Now they would have to turn it over in their minds and accustom themselves to the new viewpoint. They began whooshing among themselves. At length, old Shatresh, who had seen the Hot Time before, spoke:

“Mailsh Heelbare, we trust you,” he said. “You have told us of wonders, and you have shown us that they were real. But do you know this for real?”

“Do you tell me that you do not?” he demanded in surprise. “You have had fathers, and fathers’ fathers. They have gone to join the Gone Ones. Why should you not, also? And why should the Gone Ones come back and destroy the World of People? Then your children will have no more children, and your children’s children will never be. It is in the World of People that the People are born; it is in the World that they grow and gain wisdom to fit themselves to live in the Place of the Gone Ones when they are through with the bodies they use in the World. You should be happy that there will be no Last Hot Time, and that the line of your begettings will go on and not be cut short.”

There were murmurs of agreement with this. Most of them were beginning to be relieved that there wouldn’t be a Last Hot Time, after all. Then one of the class asked:

“Do the Terrans also go to the Place of the Gone Ones, or have they a place of their own?”

He was silent for a long time, looking down at the floor. Then he raised his head.

“I had hoped that I would not have to speak of this,” he said. “But, since you have asked, it is right that I should tell you.” He hesitated again, until the Kwanns in front of him had begun to fidget. Then he asked old Shatresh: “Speak of the beliefs of the People about how the World was made.”

“The great Spirit made the world.” He held up his carven obscenity. “He made the World out of himself. This is a make-like to show it.”

“The Great Spirit made many worlds. The stars which you see in dark-time are all worlds, each with many smaller worlds around it. The Great Spirit made them all at one time, and made people on many of them. The Great Spirit made the World of People, and made the Always-Same and the Sky Fire, and inside the Sky Fire he made the Place of the Gone Ones. And when he made the Place of the Gone Ones, he put an Oomphel-Mother inside it, to bring forth oomphel.”

This created a brief sensation. An Oomphel-Mother was something they had never thought of before, but now they were wondering why they hadn’t. Of course there’d be an Oomphel-Mother; how else would there be oomphel?

“The World of the Terrans is far away from the World of People, as we have always told you. When the Great Spirit made it He gave it only an Always-Same, and no Sky Fire. Since there was no Sky Fire, there was no place to put a Place of the Gone Ones, so the Great Spirit made the Terrans so that they would not die, but live forever in their own bodies. The Oomphel-Mother for the World of the Terrans the Great Spirit hid in a cave under a great mountain.

“The Terrans whom the Great Spirit made lived for a long time, and then, one day, a man and a woman found a crack in a rock, and went inside, and they found the cave of the Oomphel-Mother, and the Oomphel-Mother in it. So they called all the other Terrans, and they brought the Oomphel-Mother out, and the Oomphel-Mother began to bring forth Oomphel. The Oomphel-Mother brought forth metal, and cloth, and glass, and plastic; knives, and axes and guns and clothing–” He went on, cataloguing the products of human technology, the shoonoon staring more and more wide-eyed at him. “And oomphel to make oomphel, and oomphel to teach wisdom,” he finished. “They became very wise and very rich.