Secret Conversation
POV: Marshal
I couldn't help but notice an increase in Kaiju attacks over the years. Before they used to come every 6 months. Now they appear every 4 months. Their strength has also increased, they are becoming bigger and smarter. Some Kaiju appear with some abilities, for example, acid.
It is getting harder and harder for us to fight. After every fight, we have to throw out the Jaegers, because they are almost impossible to repair. All this increases costs, and discontent in the government increases after each battle.
I have hope that the new robots with built in blue blood engines will be more efficient and we will get the world's support back to the Jaeger project again, but how long will this happen again? Can we fight Kaiju every week?
I need to meet with Torterra again and discuss the next steps. He was able to take down a Kaiju with one powerful attack and I'm counting on him in the future. Even if the Jaegers fail, he will be able to insure us and give us an opportunity to recover.
With these thoughts I flew to his island. Mr. Harry had taught him to talk well, and now we don't have to invent any strange legends to cover it up. We sat facing each other and talked while drinking the wine I had brought for him.
When I asked the main question that bothered me, about the Kaiju's ability to provide information without connecting to the collective mind, he just froze in place and gave me a serious look. At first I thought I must have made a mistake in my thinking, but…
"I don't know," Torterra replied.
"What? You don`t know?" I was amazed at his answer. When some strange creature, the origin of which you do not know, reveals all its secrets to you, you somehow automatically begin to believe it. The realization that in front of me is not an omniscient being in which all things are under control scared me a lot. My back was covered in cold sweat, and if I had white skin, my face would be whiter than snow right now.
"Are you saying that if we closed the portal we would only be left with a dumb Kaiju and not be able to learn anything from him?" I asked him in shock.
"Yeah, looks like I didn't think it through. It's good that I trusted you with this information."
After these words, a thought dawned on me. Before me is not some all-powerful and all-knowing being, but an ordinary "person". He knows something, but he can be wrong just like us. On the one hand, it is like a cold shower, and on the other hand, it brings clarity to the mind. I no longer care about his origins.
"I guess we can't just close the portal, we'll have to go there and get the information we need. And then close the portal," Torterra continued.
"It's very dangerous to go into enemy territory. If we go into the portal, have we to spend a month there until the portal opens again so we can go back?" I asked him. We do not have any information about what is happening there. This can be a one-way mission.
"We'll need to do this when they start sending 2 Kaiju at a time. Then the portal will already be open permanently and we can get back if we do it quickly," said Torterra.
"I was hoping we could close the portal by now. But it looks like it's not that simple," I said, taking a drink of wine from the flask.
POV: Torterra
It's good that we found a solution to this problem. It would be possible to drift already and connect to the collective mind, but we did not want to give any information to the enemy. After I finished talking about it, I thought about a future problem that could arise if it wasn't addressed right away.
"Harry told me that there are strange people in the world who worship the Kaiju. What do you know about them?" Maybe it's just some nonsense, and I didn't want to bring up this topic, but I remember watching a cartoon about the Pacific Rim. There were people who worshiped the Kaiju, and they literally became the most terrible weapon in the hands of the aliens. I don't know if the events in the cartoon are a canon story or some alternate development, but I didn't want a repeat of that situation here.
"Nothing special. There are very few of them and they are protected by human rights laws. Nobody does anything about them," he replied.
I looked at him sternly. Which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise. We had just averted a disaster because of my mistake, and he probably didn't think another disaster was brewing in the world.
"This is not a joke. These people are not just weirdos. They are traitors. If a person supports the murderer and justifies him, he becomes his accomplice and shares responsibility with him. Even if they take cover of faith and are protected by the law, it does not work in martial law. By their actions, they give support to the enemy, and in a state of war they must be punished by life imprisonment or execution, and it does not matter that they put on sheep's skins. They are take responsible for all the Kaiju killed," I told him with a very serious expression on my face.
"I think you are exaggerating. There are not even one thousand such people in the world," answered the Marshal.
"Fine. My words may sound like philosophy, but if people just watch them, you will regret it in the future." I wasn't going to back down. It seemed to me that something strange was happening here. "You do know that aliens have a collective mind?"
"According to your words, it is so," replied the Marshal. From his tone, he began to question my words. It's possible and good, because I don't need a mindless ally.
"We both don't know how their collective minds work. What if this is some form of telepathy? If so, can they affect people's minds?" The question made him tense, but he remained silent, letting me finish my thought.
"We already know that they can send anything they want into our world, and we won't even notice it. This is indicated by their attack on me, which you did not even know anything about. What if thay did send their bugs into society? If they don't have support, then it's just another struggle, but if these bugs find a following? If there will be thousands of these followers? Or millions? We don't know how they can interact with humans, but the worst case scenario would be if they could connect a human to the collective mind." Silence reigned in the huge room in which they were sitting.
"In the worst case scenario, we'll have people with telepathic abilities brainwashing people. If they gather enough people, they'll not only be able to destroy society from the inside, but wage an outright war on humanity." Finishing the conversation, I took a drink from the can that Marshal had brought me. I myself was frightened by the scenario I described. I hadn't thought about it before, but the presence of Marshall, to whom I revealed my secrets, allowed me to analyze the situation better. We had a good brainstorming session.
"It's just speculation, we can't put people in jail without evidence." After a moment of silence, the Marshal answered in a tired voice.
"You're right, we need evidence. If we can get good drift with Kaiju, then we get the evidence. This evidence should be enough to outlaw these cultists," I told him. We sat in silence for a while, drinking our drinks. Our conversation was coming to an end.
"Why do I feel an area with an increased level of radiation on that side?" When we were done talking about the serious stuff, I decided to ask about the radiation and pointed my claws in the direction I could feel it coming from.
"That must be the Marshall Islands, I was able to convince the world council to take all the radioactive waste from the nuclear power plant there. They didn't want to do that because they can't control you and didn't want to increase your power more than necessary." Marshall answered.
I just nodded my head at that. It seems that everyone already knows about the source of my power. We still sat together for a while, discussing various things, after which I said goodbye to him. It was good to have an ally and a friend.
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