Faders
When HE looked down on the earth HE had created HE saw that while it was good, some had faded. Some of the humans were too afraid to interact with the others, other humans tried but were cast out by the majority. Somehow each one had ended up alone.
"It is not good for man to be alone," HE said. He took pity on the lonely and gathered them in HIS arms. In pairs of two, HE placed the faders on a ship. Each ship was different and took a coordinated team to balance.
Captain Goldberg stood atop a ladder peering through a hole in the ceiling. Just another day on the east wind he said to Mrs. Goldberg. Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg had been faders for a year and a half now. Together they managed one of HIS ships. The Family was no ordinary ship, in fact, it didn't really look like much of a ship at all. Learning to fly it was quite the trick.
The Family was wind-powered but had no sail. Instead, the wind was caught in a kite flown by Mr. Goldberg. The rest of the ship was tethered to the kite and direction was maintained by a small propeller in the back of the ship. In addition to managing the daily flight, there were other factors to take into account. There was a bell at the top to scare away the flying squirrel's which threatened to chew through the kite string and there was only one light to share between the two of them. All in all, the days were long and when The Family settled on the river bed at the end of each day the Goldbergs were ready to fade away.
"It is not good for man to be alone," HE said. He took pity on the lonely and gathered them in HIS arms. In pairs of two, HE placed the faders on a ship. Each ship was different and took a coordinated team to balance.
Captain Goldberg stood atop a ladder peering through a hole in the ceiling. Just another day on the east wind he said to Mrs. Goldberg. Mr. and Mrs. Goldberg had been faders for a year and a half now. Together they managed one of HIS ships. The Family was no ordinary ship, in fact, it didn't really look like much of a ship at all. Learning to fly it was quite the trick.
The Family was wind-powered but had no sail. Instead, the wind was caught in a kite flown by Mr. Goldberg. The rest of the ship was tethered to the kite and direction was maintained by a small propeller in the back of the ship. In addition to managing the daily flight, there were other factors to take into account. There was a bell at the top to scare away the flying squirrel's which threatened to chew through the kite string and there was only one light to share between the two of them. All in all, the days were long and when The Family settled on the river bed at the end of each day the Goldbergs were ready to fade away.
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