When Elder finished explaining the first great assignment—the migration of people to new worlds—he pondered deeply. A concern lingered in his mind: if families were to settle freely into fresh lands, would they not soon repopulate and crowd these new worlds as well, repeating the very cycle he sought to break?
To guard against this, he summoned his chosen Twelve. With solemn words, he shared his new thought, and the Twelve listened intently. Understanding his wisdom, they agreed at once and began preparing their people accordingly.
Yet Elder's vision extended further. He knew that not only the Twelve, but every planet where his students dwelled must be safeguarded from the burden of overpopulation. And so, he commanded the Twelve to spread word of the migration, while he entrusted Miss. Missy with a new task: to scour the stars for more planets fit for life, each close to its neighboring world, to make the path of migration easier. She obeyed, vanishing into her work.
It was then that one of Elder's students—bright among his peers—stepped forward with a gift of invention. He had created a machine that could teleport anything to any chosen place. Elder, curious and full of hope, called him forth and asked for an explanation.
The young man bowed low. His voice trembled with joy."With my whole heart, I thank my lord for placing the spark of wisdom in my mind, so that I might build this machine of teleportation."
Hearing this, Elder placed his right hand upon the student's shoulder and smiled."You have done a marvelous thing, my beloved student. With this device, many burdens shall be lifted, and greater works will yet be accomplished. Now, explain to me how it functions."
The student's heart swelled with happiness at his master's praise, and he began to speak:
"My lord, the idea came to me while watching the people in the city. Farmers struggled to move their heavy goods—food, tools, materials—from field to market. I remembered your teaching: 'Do not stand idle when another struggles. If you can help, then help.' And I thought—could these loads be moved without the pain of lifting them?"
"That was when the idea of teleportation struck me. You taught us that the body is made of countless cells, and that every object is built from molecules. I built this machine to separate every molecule in an object and assign to each one a unique ID tied to its original position. Once the sender machine breaks the object into its molecules, the receiver machine catches their signal. Then, piece by piece, it reassembles every molecule into its rightful place. Thus the object moves safely from sender to receiver."
The student paused, then added proudly:"And to prove its safety, I tested it upon myself. I passed through whole and unharmed. It is ready for our people."
He demonstrated the device before Elder, and in an instant, the machine worked flawlessly. The chamber lit with victory.
The student, beaming, asked, "What do you think, my lord?"
For a long moment, Elder said nothing. He only smiled faintly. At last, he spoke:"Is this how I sound when explaining things to you? Nagging on and on?" he said with playful sarcasm.
The two shared a laugh, and then Elder's eyes softened."Truly, this is wonderful."
The machine's hum faded, its glow settling into silence. Elder remained seated, his golden eyes reflecting both pride and thought. His student watched him anxiously, still basking in the joy of his master's approval.
Elder let his hand rest upon the device, as if feeling the heartbeat of a newborn creation.
"Do you know what you have done, my beloved student?" Elder said at last, his tone now heavy with vision. "You have not merely lightened the burdens of farmers. You have not merely saved the backs of laborers. You have altered the course of the multiverse itself."
The student's eyes widened.
Elder rose, his presence filling the chamber. He began to pace slowly, speaking as though his words painted the very future upon the air:
"With this device, migration becomes not a burden, but a breath. Families will walk through light and find themselves upon new worlds without fear of long journeys or empty stomachs. Trade between planets will flourish as though every world is a neighbor's village. Food grown on distant soil will be at our tables within moments. Resources locked in barren places will flow freely to where they are needed."
His golden gaze sharpened.
"And in times of danger… soldiers will no longer march for months, nor ships sail for years. With this power, armies of light may be gathered in the blink of an eye. Borders will no longer separate us. We will be one body, one people, one strength."
The student trembled, for even he had not foreseen such scope in his creation.
Elder paused, then leaned toward him with a gentle smile."And all this began because you did not ignore the suffering of those who struggled to lift a heavy load."
The words struck deep into the young man's soul. He bowed low, his forehead nearly touching the ground, whispering:"All I have, I owe to your teachings, my lord."
Elder lifted him with his hand, his golden aura softening.
"No," he said warmly. "This is the fruit of your own heart. You chose to act, to create, to serve. Never forget that."
The chamber fell into a reverent silence, broken only by the steady hum of the teleportation device—the first heartbeat of a future that would soon change the fate of countless worlds.
The Twelve returned to their worlds and, with both authority and humility, explained the decision. At Elder's request, and with the people's own willingness, it was agreed: only the children would be sent into the new worlds. Families, though reluctant, embraced the sacrifice with hope, trusting Elder's wisdom that the next generation would build brighter futures.
The students gave thanks for the people's cooperation, their hearts swelling with gratitude at such unity across countless races. Meanwhile, Miss. Missy completed her vast search. She finalized a list of planets—each one near enough for safe travel, each confirmed as suitable for life.
The student who had created the teleportation machine then gathered the brightest minds of the multiverse: the scholars who had graduated from the great Schools created by elder's students on their respective worlds. He summoned the engineers, builders, and artisans who had studied under the guidance of Elder's student's teachings. Before them all, he carefully explained the workings of the machine—the Sender and the Receiver—down to their smallest detail.
With eagerness and determination, the scholars became teachers, and the engineers became craftsmen. Across the chosen planets, construction began. Giant frames of glowing metal rose upon foreign soil, humming with power as the machines took shape. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the dawn of a new age.
And Elder—ever watchful—did not leave the work to others. He moved among the planets, his golden aura blazing, overseeing each step with his own eyes. He guided the hands of the builders, encouraged the weary, and calmed the fearful. His presence turned labor into devotion, and his supervision assured that every machine was built with perfection.
The multiverse now stirred with anticipation. The age of migration of new world's had begun.