Our legacy of art influenced how we saw the Weylan after Contact. It also, ironically, influenced how they saw us. And it influenced how they interacted with us, down to the words they chose when it was time to translate their language into ours for purposes of conversation. I assure you that there term for fleets is no accident. Hosts. And what they call their soldiers. Seraphs. They were not blatant enough to call their home Heaven, but the name they did give us is equally interesting. It has long been a synonym for utopia in many of our languages. Arkadia. Yes. The Arkadian Ring is their home. Rather appropriate considering their more prominent physical attributes.
So, the first time I met the Weylan, I was there on Sunnydale Station, minding my own business, face stuffed full of a churrito like a chipmunk preparing for winter, when the Weylan walked on board. There were three of them, times about fifty. And I do mean three of them. Two girls. One guy. And around fifty of each of them. Perfectly identical clones, the lot of them. And they were pretty as angels to boot. Even the guys. Speaking for a friend here. So they might have made a bit of a scene on coming in. Think about it. A crowd of people walking around and doing their business in the market. Then a whole host of angels stop by to visit. Not that they’re really angels, but you get the visual, right? Pretty much the definition of shock and awe if you get my meaning. They do know how to make an entrance.
The Weylan ability to focus on multiple lines of thought, while doing so with the quickness of the Peloran mind they were based on, allowed them to fly starfighters and starships directly. Without advanced computer systems running interference. Weylan crews interfaced directly with the individual system controls inside the central computers, while cooperating with each other in a fugue state. They became the collective brain of Albion starships, able to operate at least as fast as any electronic computer system, while maintaining the common sense and randomness that humanity enjoys to this day. A starship operated by the Weylan reacted faster and better than anything else in space. Their warships were simply more effective than anything run by mere electronic machines, and that brought them victory after victory when the last great war came upon them all.
Michelangelo. Raphael. Leonardo. Donatello. The greats. Artists that will live on throughout human history as some of the best who ever lived. They influence how we see the world to this day. Angels for one. Human-shaped? Check. Wings? Check. So what happens when many of us meet our first Weylan? Human-shaped? Check. Wings? Check. It is a logical connection for our minds to make, even if it is false. The Bible describes angels rather differently, but when it came time to make beautiful art, our greatest artists chose to humanize them. That also is logical. They were creating art for humans, and it would not live forever if we did not enjoy it. As I say. Logical. But there is no doubt that our legacy of art influenced our eventual Contact with the Weylan.
I met my first Weylan at Sunnydale. That’s true of a lot of alien races, by the way. I grew up knowing that aliens existed, but most of them outside the Arnam weren’t really part of my world view. The Arnam love water almost as much as me, so that made us birds of a feather, so to say. Fish of a scale? Whatever. The point is, I never met a Weylan until Sunnydale. And I can’t say I ever really thought about them either. They had no influence on my Earthborn life. So the first time I met them was when their fleet arrived to support us at Sunnydale. I’ll be honest. The first thing I thought was…angels. Seriously. Look, we’ve all seen the religious art. The Christmas tree toppers. The cute little wrist jewelry dangly things. So don’t be judging me.
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