Meeting Mars Teddy Part 3

The Museum
It didn't look like a museum from the outside. It was a grand glass building with seemingly impossible architecture on a wide boulevard full of grand glass buildings with equally impossible architecture. After wiping a patch of dust clear with the arm of her spacesuit, Penny found it to be a lovely soft gold colour.

"That's a nice colour," said Teddy, "we haven't seen one like this before, have we?"

"No, I don't think so," replied Penny thoughtfully, "maybe it's important? Government building perhaps?"

Penny, as was so often the way, found that she was musing to herself. Teddy was already inside exploring.

Unlike some of the others, this was a building worth exploring. Standing in the entrance hall, Penny looked around in complete wonder. Vast hallways spread out in every direction. Massive stairways led up to floors hidden far above the domed ceiling and down into levels deep below. With Teddy nowhere in sight, Penny started exploring, seeing all of this building could take some time.

"It's gigantic!" declared Teddy enthusiastically over the suit communicator some considerable time later.

"It sure is," agreed Penny, "where are you, Teddy? I can't see you anywhere."

"I'm on the seventh floor, I think, or maybe sixth. You need to come up here now to see what I'm looking at!"

Penny grumbled to herself quietly. She had spent all this time exploring the ground level and had no idea where the nearest stairs were. After a few wrong turns, she found a small spiral staircase discreetly carved into a column. It looked like the type of staircase that whoever once worked here would have used to get between floors. They were plain, simple, and, as Penny had never quite felt comfortable with, completely open. Hugging the column to stay as far from the edge as possible, Penny started to climb.

The ground floor was a grand statement, a beautiful array of slender columns and sweeping arches. Even with dust hiding the gold of the walls, it was magnificent. As she climbed higher and higher, Penny kept her eyes resolutely fixed on the stairs just in front of her. She had learnt that she didn't want to look down.

Penny didn't always suffer from vertigo.

As a young child, she climbed on everything, chairs, tables, fences, walls, trees, playgrounds, sleeping grandparents, rooves. She managed to avoid trouble right up until the roof episode. A three-year-old, on a roof, in her underpants, shinning up the chimney, is bound to attract some attention, and Penny did. She was much more carefully supervised after the incident on the roof.

The desire to climb never left her. She was always trying to get higher, to see further. In many ways, she was born to be an astronaut. It was during astronaut training that she faced and overcame her biggest challenge.

The trainees stood on the launch pad, staring at the giant metal mountain that blocked out the sun above them.

"Go!" shouted the instructor. The whole group ran towards the gantries surrounding the giant booster rockets, racing to be first.

Penny was one of the first to the frame, scampering up at a rate born of a lifetime climbing. She was soon in the lead. The gantry stopped about halfway up the booster rockets. Penny didn't.

The exercise was simple, climb the gantry. It was high, but not high enough for Penny. She leapt onto the bare rungs of the service ladder and continued racing up the side of the booster rocket.

At almost 25 storeys above the ground, Penny paused for a moment, and vertigo hit. The whole world spun around. Her vision contracted, then expanded and she locked her arms under the ladder, freezing in fear. Suddenly, the deadly nature of her predicament hit her, no safety cage, nothing between her and a long fall to a very unpleasant end.

Using all her will, Penny slowly regained some control over herself. One rung at a time, she started descending. The wind was bitterly cold at this height and suddenly felt like a malevolent force trying to rip her loose.

The descent was painfully slow, and it wasn't until she descended far enough to hear the instructor's angry shouts that she managed to open her eyes again.

The incident almost ended Penny's astronaut career before it began. Only a long period of detention and exemplary behaviour saved her.

Penny would never lose the vertigo. It was always present, hiding, waiting, to freeze her to the spot and turn her limbs to jelly. Every time she climbed, she had to win the fight against it. Because losing would be fatal.

As she reached the second floor, all vertigo suddenly disappeared. Spreading out as far as she could see in all directions were displays of every kind of alien creature imaginable. She saw fantastic beasts, creatures with too many legs, even more tails, distressing numbers of eyeballs and amazingly coloured fins, fur and scales. The distinction between animal, vegetable, and mineral blurring, intertwining and inverting. Sometimes all in a single display.

"Where are you?"

Penny snapped out of her amazement, "I'm on the second level. It's incredible."

"Oh yes, it is, isn't it," enthused Teddy, "have you seen the thing that looks like the lump of granite with teeth? It was such a shame it wasn't called a crocodile rock. Someone really missed an opportunity there." Teddy ignored Penny's groans, "just hurry, I have something you really HAVE to see."

Penny sighed. There would be plenty of time later to look over the collection later, "On my way."

Penny continued up the spiral staircase, each floor different from the one below. Creatures were replaced with objects. Objects were replaced with tools and technology that looked vaguely familiar, like distant cousins of everyday items from Earth. The higher she climbed, the further the items diverged from Earth-like, and the more they began to look like they belonged to the city. Teddy had obviously been a bit too excited to count accurately because Penny counted at least 12 floors before they found each other.

"Finally," exclaimed Teddy as Penny climbed onto the landing. If Penny had not been so out of breath from climbing all the stairs, what she saw would have taken her breath away.

The Knowledge
"Are these..." began Penny.

"All from Earth," confirmed Teddy with a nod. "I've been through most of this floor already. As far as I can see, there are specimens from every continent. This is what you'd probably call the pre-history floor. Human history starts a few floors up."

"A few?!? How many floors are there?" asked Penny incredulously.

"I went up another twelve, I think. I lost count. There may be more."

Something Teddy said earlier made no sense to Penny. "Wait, how do you know that there are specimens here from every continent? Some of this was before there were even humans on Earth. I've never seen anything like them in museums!"

Teddy looked at Penny sadly. "I've always wondered how you poor humans cope without the Knowledge."

"The Knowledge?"

"The Knowledge of the teddys," replied Teddy. "It comes from the entire teddy history, every teddy adds their part to it, and we all get to know it."

More questions than Penny knew how to ask tried to get out of her mouth at precisely the same time.

"So, how long have there been teddys?"

"How did you get here?"

"You saw Dinosaurs?"

"Who is Guardbot?"

"Where did teddys come from?"

"How do you fit the Earth entire history into your heads?"

"How do you remember other teddy's memories? Does every teddy in existence from now until the end of time know about that accident I had that time when I was little?"

"No," smiled Teddy kindly. "We don't remember everything that ever happened, just the important bits that a teddy saw and added to The Knowledge. That accident was definitely not important. What is important is two floors up."

Without giving Penny a chance to ask the next thousand questions that were exploding in her head, Teddy bounded away up the stairs.