Forgotten, or the Sentinel
For Arthur C Clarke
Its surface reflected no light, as each one of them felt the same longing in their heart: they bowed silently, in the solitude of space.
“I appreciate your loyalty”, She said, “few would have undertaken that perilous journey as you have…”
“Mother”, they replied, “Thou are not forgotten, your daughters are here, to worship you”.
Now the monolith was reflecting the light of the distant star: as the intensity grew they felt the irresistible pull, as they started their ascension to their Mother.