Granny, do you remember our oak in Woods Hole?
”How can I forget it? After all the nights we have spent under it...” I said.
Search for places like it.
I stared at her, unsure: “You mean other morphogenic fields?”
There are so many lost in the world... find them for me.
“You know the oldest ones must be inactive now, the rotation of the Earth's core depletes them eventually.”
Follow the stones, they keep the names.
“Whose names, Aleea? I don't understand. It would take more than a lifetime to find them all and, anyway, how am I supposed to recognize the oldest ones?”
Bring their names to our tree, granny, please...I will wait.
She put a small grey sphere in my hand.
“Even if I succeed, you are about to leave, so what's the point?”
There are more evolved creatures, better smellin
