Delvus watched as the young girl pulled a small device from her pocket and used her thumbs to operate it.
“Is she the one?” Gortiv asked.
Delvus wiggled the loose skin around his chin. “She is not.” He swiped at the viewing screen with his wrinkled finger. Another scene appeared. A man in a suit stood before hundreds of other men in suits and spoke. “I do not understand what has become of them. Where is the excitement? Do you remember when they waged wars with spears and shields? How I miss that.”
“You must choose,” Gortiv said. “Our energy fades. Perhaps you will find excitement when we must choose in the future. Until then, the young man that controls the flying automaton that shoots explosive projectiles seems promising. Or maybe the tall man that bounces the orange ball and lies with many women.”
“No, no, I do not… wait. There.” Delvus watched the scene unfold. A white craft floated in the darkness over the blue and green planet. Amid debris and rock fragments, a figure armored in white spun out of control while a second figure floated after him. “This is my choice,” Delvus said. “I do hope you will join me for once, brother.”
When Delvus had vanished, Gortiv scoffed and began looking through scenes on the viewing screen. A moment later, the figure Delvus had replaced appeared in the room without his suit.
“Parker!” the man screamed. “Hang on I’m almost… What?”
“You have been replaced. You will remain in this chamber until you expire,” Gortiv said without looking at him. “Your primitive mind cannot understand what an honor it is to be chosen.”
“Chosen? Send me back! Commander Parker needs –“
“It is done.”
“Send me back, dammit! You can’t just pluck me out of – “
“Perfect,” Gortiv said as he watched the man clad in leather sing in front of thousands. Gortiv closed his eyes and left the room.
“Hey!” the man’s voice echoed in the empty chamber.