Posted May 30 2012 - 03:41 AM
After Nokama read Vakama’s departure note at the Coliseum, there was a period of total confusion among both the populace of Metru Nui and the Turagacy that governed it. Vakama’s words spread around the city like wildfire, and most Matoran agreed that the old Turaga was saying that now that Matoran no longer need to work to keep Mata Nui’s brain functioning, there is no point in working any further. But it was that last sentence--it is time to free ourselves--that was so puzzling. At least one person interpreted it as an encouragement for Matoran to, metaphorically speaking, "move on," and the body of a Le-Matoran was found at the bottom of a chute tower, that last sentence scrawled hastily onto his arm with black ink. This theory would, of course, be supported by Vakama’s disappearance, although Vakama was not legally declared dead until over a century after the events of this story.The other interpretation was a more literal one. “While Matoran are wired to work,” said the Ko-Matoran author and decipherer Lumi, “there is no longer any need to work. The last work we needed to do was to rebuild Metru Nui; now, nothing more is necessary, so we need to enjoy our lives from now on.”The Turaga, however, were no longer Matoran. They had transcended that level, their memories had expanded, they were wired to learn and govern and teach and speak instead of toil. And Turaga Nokama had felt a fear inside, one she had not felt since the days of The Makuta, one which pierced her to the core. It began when Vakama’s letter came back; it was exacerbated by the news of that poor Le-Matoran who had plunged to his death.What is our duty now? she wondered. What is our destiny?A thousand miles away, six canisters washed onto the shores of Aqua Magna.