Room 303, Wednesday evening
Leto studied the cactus. He had watered it once, but now the flower started to wilt and he wondered whether that was just the natural process of life and death or whether he had caused it through lack of proper knowledge. It was a desert plant, yes, but many deserts here were not quite as dry as Arrakis.
That would change though. The process which his grandfather Liet Kynes had predicted would take many generations was now, through his father's vision, accelerating. The sands of Dune would be covered by coarse grass and then gradually give way to larger plants, and the water they needed to thrive was poison to the great Makers. The worms were already starting to shun the inhabited pole, and the further away they were driven, the lesser area they were offered, the more precious Spice would become.
He had seen the extinction of Shai-Hulud. Nudging the cactus flower, it fell down onto the windowsill.
He had thought he needed time to think, time to learn, time to discover how to live with what he was, and all he had found was that his world was dying.
[Door half open, post is open]
That would change though. The process which his grandfather Liet Kynes had predicted would take many generations was now, through his father's vision, accelerating. The sands of Dune would be covered by coarse grass and then gradually give way to larger plants, and the water they needed to thrive was poison to the great Makers. The worms were already starting to shun the inhabited pole, and the further away they were driven, the lesser area they were offered, the more precious Spice would become.
He had seen the extinction of Shai-Hulud. Nudging the cactus flower, it fell down onto the windowsill.
He had thought he needed time to think, time to learn, time to discover how to live with what he was, and all he had found was that his world was dying.
[Door half open, post is open]