Council of Colours

A short piece, trying to convey the overwhelming sense of peace brought about by the last bit of Mostly Harmless which has Arthur Dent in it. Share and Enjoy!

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"Terrible. This is terrible. Do you have any idea of what this means?"

The Karaki - an ultra commanding shade of red - drifted hotly back and forth in front of the other six members of the Council of Colours, a group committed to keep the bits of the Whole Sort of General Mish Mash separate and averting dangerous collisions. One of the rules was that everything was continuous at some point in the Mish Mash. That is, that there should be no planet which suddenly ceases to exist ANYWHERE in it. This rule had just been broken.

"Gone. Kerpow. Whole planet. EVERYWHERE!"

The Karaki focused his anger on each of them in turn. The Mukamu (an extremely energetic shade of yellow), the Deekadee (a time travelling shade of green) The Hoovaloo (a species I think we have encountered before), the Yarajav (a mind-bogglingly angry shade of orange) and the Casazaza (a highly improbable shade of pink) all made some kind of mental message to the Karaki, something along the lines of It wasn't my fault or They were supposed to be guarding this universe. Only the Raikara - a psychic, telepathic shade of purple - floated in one spot, basking in a sense of pure peace. This surprised the Karaki. After something like this happened the Raikara would usually be distraught. It didn't just sense feelings, it took them on, and the destruction of a populated planet produced a lot of bad feelings, as you can imagine.

The Karaki turned its attention to the Raikara. If it had had eyes it would have narrowed them.

"Emotions report?" the Karaki sent a short, commanding mental message.

The Raikara paused to look at the complete absence of a blue-green planet in the space where there had been one ten minutes ago.

"I could only sense one, maybe two emotions. They both came from almost exactly the same place."

"And? Come on, don't you understand that there was a whole planet wiped out there? Wiped out everywhere?"

The Raikara paused for a very long time, keeping her optical sensors firmly locked on the small rocks and wisps of atmosphere where Earth used to be.

"Somehow, not even the thought that the whole planet was destroyed can wipe out the feeling that someone, somewhere on it, was ecstatically happy about it."

Not to be continued.