Epilogue: Solar Snooks
As a Documentor, I have an obligation to provide accurate and complete notes on the subject at hand. In the case of this book, that means the occasions and events surrounding Jackson Fickle’s astronomical rise, and his role in the saving of the universe from consolidation in the Rainbow Realm by Those in Charge.
Documentors use a vast toolbox for their data collection. This includes life-memory fishing, brain scan interviews, and general statistics collected by the U U of U. Our coverage, however, does not extend beyond the story we were hired to write, and we do not indulge in facts outside of the time period in question unless they are in some way relevant to the scope of the story. In this case of this book, that means that I will not be regaling you with the tales of Jackson, and his fellow Pocket Watch Tarza, after his resignation as President of Earth.
But while Documentors often fund their work through corporate sponsorships, such as selling the rights to chapters and titles, that does not take away from the fact that they are devoted to the collection of information. In fact, you would be hard-pressed to find a Documentor, in your galaxy or the next, who cares about anything more than the truth of data.
And having done extensive research regarding Earth in service of Jackson’s story, including documenting humans, both individually and collectively, I have one final thought to share.
Earthlings, it turns out, have a tendency that they are largely unaware of. This tendency, though seemingly harmless, often has lasting effects. This tendency, is to limit themselves. Or to put it in terms familiar to Documentors, humans believe their story has already been written, sometimes soon after it has truly just begun.
Humans, it seems, hold onto a belief that the past decides the future. But, as Jackson Fickle proved, whether intentional or not, even a wrong bite can lead to the right path. As a Documentor might put it, you need not rewrite the past, simply add a new chapter. And as a traveler of galaxies far and wide, and Documentor of worlds incalculable to you, this I know to be universally true. So please do heed these words, for you never know when you may be in the past, present, or future of a tale that is eons in the making, with a role of great importance just waiting for you to claim it.
And, of course, enjoy crunchy, salty, Solar Snooks, an out of this world snack.