The Senetha warrior class had been a state of mind, a thought, and a way of life that was dying; the warrior class and its methods were being replaced by the farmer-scientist-artesian, scholar-engineer-artists, farmer-engineers, artists, craftsmen, and other courses, the Senetha world was changing. It had become a way of getting into the council; a seat was guaranteed by being of the warrior class. The warrior was the Senetha military. This had everything to do with military matters; the individual warrior is part of this, but they are part of the whole, part of a division, and within this division, there are units within a unit. The armies of the Senetha were large. Being a young warrior was like being part of something important, like being part of a youth organization; in a sense, it had nothing to do with youth. It was training to be part of the tribal council. It was a dead end. Please think of the Samurai class of old Japan that gave way to the merchants and bankers they had to borrow money from. The Senetha military was being eclipsed by the scholar-scientists, craftsmen, farmer-scientist engineers, and Aura-Laei-I because they were emerging as an essential part of society’s survival, new ways of growing food were needed, making things were of great value to keep the Senetha villages independent of imports from other parts of the continent, engineers were building things underground to keep the towns protected from the Orbs eventually, different types of work were becoming as important or more important than the warriors. The warriors or military gradually lost their power to the other classes and their representative members of the tribal council. Each warrior was an arsenal onto themselves; the reason is that they had no problem carrying weapons of massive destruction because they were minimal in size. In our world, none of the militaries could match even at the height of their power. Wars had ceased for a long time among the tribes or nations, whichever way one wishes to call them. Some warriors had accepted that they were a dying way of life, and the large equipment that was once used had to be stored in the inner mountains because they weren’t used anymore. These mountains were hollowed out for the military that had begun to gather dust, but people started to live in the mountains among the equipment as caretakers; gradually, others began to live in the kit as it was so large it could accommodate families and individuals. The military storage mountains became home, this part of the village. In time the war machines gradually fell apart or were altered by the inhabitants; some were turned into farming machines. One thing, the Senetha warrior, was full of pride; some of the elderly warriors were pompous in their attitudes and overweight, they had gathered dust, and their military years were behind them. They had no conception of the world outside the tribe, and some things couldn’t be defeated by military means. When the Orbs came, they were defeated. Senetha military was stagnating. They didn’t realize that the military and technology of an older civilization were more advanced than the Senetha of the present time. In the mythical world, the newer cultures had almost to start over again; in some ways, it was a large gap, and in other ways, a tiny one. The warriors had made improvements and innovations to their weapons, but it was still far from matching those of the older civilizations. Eventually, concerns for military matters were dropped in favor of their privileged positions in the tribal council and a life of ease. The Warriors passed their council positions to their children, often the males. It wasn’t like that before. Council members were elected for their abilities. Elections were coming back into prominence again. The world of the warrior was fading. Perhaps in other ways, it was developing into something that couldn’t be predicted at that time.

In the council, few of the old members had any concept of what was happening in the village or the world. Some of the pompous elderly warriors couldn’t care about anything. But the farmer-scientists were only beginning to dominate the council.

As every day passed, the warrior class began to pass into oblivion; the scholars, farmer-scientist, farmer-engineer-scientists, artists, craftspeople, engineer-scientists, and a growing number of occupations were already dominated by the number and power in the council. The work of the people represented the council chamber.

Robert J. Matsunaga