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Many places seemed to
have been grown rather than
built, merging seamlessly from one substance to another, or with no
discernable functional use. There was a lot of glass, or something very
similar, casting prismatic reflective patterns that drove the cameras
nuts. Here and there, what seemed to be entrances, even occasionally
recognizable doorways, were found. This gave hope that at least there
might be troves of useful hardware or archives of ancient knowledge
underground. Remember that point
for later, when we explore the Holes. This was all
new information, so on balance the missions were deemed successful. The
big questions, however, had not been answered.
So what were they doing
wrong- besides hiding the most important information in all of human
history from most people, I mean? They did not understand what a tolas
was. In fact, there wasn’t even a word for it until I coined that one
a few years ago. The movie about late Victorian-era stage magicians, The Prestige , opens with an explanation of the three parts to a magic trick. First, a show-and-tell, the Pledge, which is pretty self- explanatory. Next, the Turn, the trick itself, an illusion of something happening which convincingly appears to be something it is not. Finally, the Prestige, a surprise revealed to the audience based upon the preceding misdirection. The resulting reaction would be equivalent to the modern Hollywood term, the money shot. That sequence is akin to what Mars did to NASA. The tricksters got the pledge wrong. They were aware from the
first of the irritating way Mars changed before their very eyes, but for
a long time they looked in all the wrong places for the mechanism.
Eventually, after re-imaging various areas many times, someone realized
that the sun angle had a lot to do with what showed up on the photos.
Rather than getting glimpses of other realities, it was noticed that the
figures seemed to come alive. The faces turned, or changed expression.
There was interaction between the figures. Stories were being told, and
no one had been watching. It was not a multidimensional crossover
phenomenon, but shadow play. Those were not ruins, they were
storyboards. We’ll refer to the groupings as dioramas here, since
there is no antonym for “still life”. So, what is a
tolas? The word stems from the acronym for the slightly cynical phrase
used
by NASA spokespeople to explain the “things” silly civilians sometimes think they
see in the Mars images, things which are naught but “Tricks Of Light And Shadow”. Since tolas is formed from an acronym, for the plural just use “tolas”, not “toli” or ”tolasses”. The word most often tossed around in Mars discussions in recent years, pareidolia, is really completely inappropriate- it is just a fancy word for mistaken impression, and Mars is no mistake. At some point, the
Conspirators gave up trying to understand it all. Such analysis was left
to the lower level few on each camera team who were privy to the truth
about what was being photographed, to be occasionally reviewed by some
of the military sector technicians when they were not otherwise
occupied. The Heads of the Conspiracy (sorry, another little pun slipped
out) seldom asked for an update. The only thing left for them was the
accumulated baggage of decades of deception. There was the bad
advice from untrustworthy aliens which had led to poor choices
that resulted in political problems with other aliens. There were enough
unholy alliances interacting to keep a dozen Tolstoy clones
writing for a thousand years.
And, there was a bunch of technology so far advanced beyond what existed in
the public sector that it seemed impossible to integrate into the
mainstream, even if they wished to, and they did not. Most of it had not
come from investigating the Old Culture anyway. All they had was Power,
and they definitely did not want to relinquish that. The Secret Must Be
Kept. Why? Well…because. I probably do not have to point out
the inevitable outcome of such circumstances. Dissenting voices
began to be raised in the secret councils. The public should be told, it
was proposed. OK, tell them just about Mars, but not the machinations of
the Conspiracy. Hmm. That would not be possible. They had come full
circle, back to the General’s Conundrum. What to do, what to do? Meanwhile, the various probes continued to catalog the Martian Art Show, while interested civilians, people who were pretty sure there were secrets and that the images were not honest, wondered who it was that got to see the “real stuff”, and what they might be doing with the information. Sadly, the answers were, hardly anybody but the project heads of the camera teams, and, not much. The wrong people were looking at the pictures, and not seeing the real value hidden within.
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