Rebuild, we were told. And rebuild we did.
The New base built in the ruins of what was once New Mombasa stood as the testament to the promise of a new beginning for Mankind and Sangheili alike. They may have returned to their own planet, but the reality of their newfound freedom from the threat of the Covenant was a victory longer entitled unto themselves.
Though formally designated as a base, both soldiers and civilians alike had begun new lives for themselves in the newly built Mombasa, and even children- children - and the concept of family, love.. Normalcy began to appear again, renew itself from the tragedy; playgrounds, schools, churches began to follow suit. The cradle of Mankind, of civilization had arisen from the ashes from whence it has begun countless are ago- it had taken years, but finally the smell of fire, of smoke and ash fell away to a distant memory, and the Kenyan mornings smelled of sun-baked earth once again.
It was around
the time when the first generation born after the war reached school
age that the Mombasa Research Facility and Database was opened. A
library, detailing everything from the first pages of the written
testament to the first steps on the moon, up until the library s
opening had been transcribed, and efforts were being made to include
Sangheili history and texts into the database as well. The facilities
AI, apparently, was a real piece of work; Self-learning, teaching,
and able to keep track of billions of volumes of information and
bring them up simply upon request- a program, surely, that could
rival that of the fabled Cortana.
Bless her and one-seventeen,
wherever they may be.
I guess then that I should say that all of this started because I had merely been curious.