Embarrassed, the elders of the Geoark immediately called the tech clans. "Can you revive the devices that speak across space?" they asked.
"They are revived," answered the tech clans.
"Then let us speak to our brothers from space."
And so it was that the people of the gardens of Earth sang out:
BRETHREN TO BRETHREN, PRESENT LOVE LOVE LOVE.
WE WELCOME YOU TO OUR GLADES AND TO OUR PLACES OF FEEDING AND OUR PLACES OF SLEEPING. WE WELCOME YOU TO THE BOSOM OF THE WORLD OF BEGINNING. AFTER TWENTY THOUSAND YEARS, EARTH HAS NOT FORGOTTEN. COME AMID REJOICING.
THE ELDERS OF THE GEOARK
"I'm afraid Earth will remember more than it wants to," growled Ernstli Baron ven Klaeden, as he issued the command to blast into an atmospheric-braking orbit.
And there was thunder in a cloudless sky.
"O your steed was auld and ye hae mair,
Edward, Edward.
O your steed was auld and ye hae mair,
And some other dule ye dree, O."
"O I hae kill'd my ain father dear,
Mither, mither;
O I hae kill'd my ain father dear,
Alas and woe is me, O."
—ANONYMOUS