Amanda Pauline Moors died that day. That she already knew she would wasn't really something that made it better. When the day reached the end, she was as dead as she knew she would be in the morning when, for the last time, she woke up. As always, she kissed her still sleeping boyfriend before moving to the bathroom to make her self presentable. Not that she actually needed the make up and bath and all those things. One of the reasons she had been chosen was her beauty, and now, five years after, on the day of her death, she was as beautiful, or more, than then. If her boyfriend felt that she had kissed him with more passion than she normally did, returning from the bathroom, a robe on her body and nothing else, he never said. He barely woke up to say goodbye when she left for work. He would, in fact, only really wake up hours later at the tireless ringing of his alarm.
Amanda had decided, long ago, that this day should be different only because she would die and nothing else. So she took the same bus to work, she ate at the same place, talked shit with the same colleagues and even managed to advance a fair bit of her work before the time to leave for home. Bravely she managed to not think about what was surely coming, but deep in her mind there was a faint hope, as the hours passed and she lived still, that for some reason she would not die in that day. She, as it is with most of us, had no idea how she would die, where it would happen or even the time of the day. Only the day had been agreed upon five years before. On her way home she broke her contract. Somehow, the fact that the day lingered on and she still lived started to weight on her, so as she sat on the bus, she took out a small notebook that was always on her purse and began writing down:
"My name is Amanda Pauline Moors and five years ago I won the lottery. Not really, but it how my sudden improvement in life was explained to IRS and all that. In fact I signed a contract saying that I agreed to die five years after, or today if you are so inclined, in exchange for a pretty decent sum of money that would allow me to climb up a couple of steps on the social scale and improve the life of my family. So we moved out of the illegal tin houses where we lived an into " at this point she stopped, ripping the page out of the notebook, crunching it into a tiny ball and dropping it into the purse of the woman who was next to her, because the bus was stopped in the middle of the street by armed thugs. Everyone was screaming as one of them entered the bus, assault riffle in hand, screaming for some foreign god. He scanned the crowd for an appropriate sacrifice and seeing Amanda went to her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the front of the bus while the rest of the terrorists held the remainder of the passengers under their sights. The man holding Amanda took a manifest from his pocket, turned to the crowd and demanded them to film, broadcast it live to the world, and then read the paper out loud. Amanda's mind was racing through the fear of death and acceptance so she didn't even register what it was that the man was saying. It didn't really matter anyway. He probably believed those words as much as Amanda believed in Harry Potter. He was doing this, not for the money, the reason Amanda had accepted to die in this day, but for his virgins or some other silly thing that some priest promised him if he'd just sacrifice his life for "the cause". For a few seconds she tried to make sense of the fact that she'd knew she'd die in that day and that this men here was going to kill her and how those two things connected. It made no sense. Could it be that she would die anyway but not as was intended by the men whom she had signed her contract that long ago? Not that it mattered. And the man had picked her out of all the people in the bus. The little girl standing next to the rear window would have been a more shocking sacrifice. Or the old woman who had sat besides her. Old people and children are always better targets for terrorists, better yet if they are women. In her mind, the fact that the terrorist had picked her was a sign that yes, this was to be her appointed death.
He was silent now as were the passengers. She wondered what it was that he had said. It wouldn't matter, why would it matter? Taking a deep breath she saw the gun muzzle being pointed to her and decided to go with a smile. So she smiled, wide and winking to the little girl who had her eyes fixed on her, she was shot dead. Instant death, as had been contracted.
She wasn't there to see the aftermath, the sniper shots that killed the terrorists seconds after, the relief, pain and sadness in the face of the survivors, nothing. She didn't see, in the days after, how her death was used to fuel a new rising hate for immigrants and eventually the rise of a fascist party to power. How it was that her death effectively began the war, the last war.
Later that day, the old woman found a piece of crumbled paper in her purse and threw it into the garbage, never to be seen again. On the same day, her building was caught in a industrial fire and burned to the ground. If the other copy of her contract still existed, all this years after, it must have been destroyed on that day as well. Two, probably unrelated, murders happened that day as well. A old man that used to work for a campaign management company and the boyfriend of the women killed in the bus by the terrorists, mugged and knifed to death on a main street.
Showing posts with label Short Entries. Show all posts
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Friday, 19 October 2018
Thursday, 15 February 2018
Short Entry 29: Necromancer
The necromancer smiled as the waves of skeletons and other undead swarmed the castle.
His victory was sure now, nothing could stop his hordes, no matter how strong their heroes or how advanced their technology. The machine gun was a scary instrument of death, spitting lethal projectiles at an astonishing rate and would mow down a army of living human beings in minutes. But his army wasn't alive in the first place. Sure, some of the skeletons and zombies might get destroyed by the projectiles but most wouldn't even flinch after getting hit. And the ghosts were, well, intangible. Bullets will just pass through them. Of course, intangible soldiers might seem like a stupid idea, not being able to use weapons or even punch enemies. But ghosts could do one thing: scare people to death. And that they did.
The war elephants seemed like a problem at first. Blindfolded tons of fury running into the field and stomping and crushing his hordes. Soon however, the necromancer realized there were only a few of those, and he had sent a few of his most intelligent minions to deal with them. If you knew what you were doing it wasn't hard to stop an elephant: slice his legs until he topples and then, either kill it or leave it there, incapacitated and wreaking havoc.
Now, the walls of the city were about to fall, most of the machine guns had already been dealt with, by overwhelming superior numbers alone. And each enemy that fell was a new soldier on his army. All was going great and he allowed himself a moment of near relaxation, lowering his guard for a few seconds so he could taste the screams of his victims. Not that he was a particularly sadistic person, but those screams of pain and defeat tasted, on his mouth, like victory. And what he packed in sadism he more than compensated on ambition. He concentrated once more, blocking all sound from outside.
In those brief seconds one of his companies had been overrun and was now nearly defeated. Zombies required constant guidance else they were too stupid even against the stupidest human alive. He guided the surviving zombies into a tight square, surrounded by enemies on all sides and then, with the humans busy hacking their enemies, he sent another battalion of skeletons to attack then from behind. Skeletons, being animated piles of bones, would never stop to relentlessly follow his orders and his orders were simple: kill, maim, destroy.
Having taken care of that, he focused his minions on the city walls once again. They wouldn't last much longer, as the ghosts were already inside, driving the men to madness. At least a few dozen had already jumped to their deaths from the city wall and soon one would, in an act of desperation, open the city gates. If not, he'd have to interfeer more directly.
Outside the gates, most humans were already dead and the very few that weren't had started to run towards the forest. They wouldn't go far, since skeletons don't let go of their prey unless told to and the necromancer wasn't about to do that, lest some did manage to run and tell the other cities how theirs had fallen.
He kept his watch on the entire battlefield inside his mind, a feat that would have driven mad most people, seeing from a million eyes at the same time, but for him that wasn't all that hard. And, he chuckled thinking, he was already mad. The c city was surrounded and with no escape possible from it. Soon the gates would open and his undead minions would enter it, ravaging all inside. Once that happened, he'd leave his comfortable throne and enter the city at well. Until then he allowed himself to think back to the day he had first gotten his powers...
It had been a rainy summer like no other he remembered in his still short life of twenty years, and he had gone out for mead and wenches, as it was the expected from someone at him: a third son of a noble house. He didn't much care for mead and cared nothing for wenches but his father had beaten him into it ever since he had been 14 and that incident with the stable boy had happened. The boy had been imediatly killed, of course, but he had only been beaten to near death and then locked in his room for almost a year.
When he was allowed back outside, his brother was assigned as his chaperone up until he regained his father's trust. Stubborn as he was, it still took a few years of beatings until he actually began doing something other than talking to the wenches, who would then talk to others and it would reach his father's ears, leading to yey another beating.
It had been the summer and now fall was arriving. Having just left a woman, some farmer's daughter, in her own bed, he was returning home through the forest when he saw the old temple. He had known about it, everyone knew, but he had never seen it. People used to say the temple wasn't really even there, that it was from a time long gone and only showed up on very rare occasions. Intrigued and not wishing to go home and have to tell his father exactly what had happened, he walked into it, through the giant mouth shaped door. Inside it wasn't as dark as he had expected, despite the darkness outside. His lantern went out but somehow he could still see and so he moved on, walking down a long, straight corridor. After a while he reached a room, oval in shape, with an altar on the center of it, and he finally saw the source of the light that had guided him there, a huge fire that burnt behind the altar. As he approached it faint voices started to ring in his ears, too soft and far away for him to understand them, but with each step they became louder until he realized it was a chant, ominous in sound but made of words he didn't recognize. As he stood by the altar, somehow not quivering with fear, he had glimpses of hundreds of dark robed people standing around the chamber but at soon as he turned his head to them, they vanished. Placing a hand on the altar a voice thundered over the chants: "FINALLY!" it said "I HAVE WAITED MILLENNIA FOR SOMEONE FOOL ENOUGH TO ENTER" and then, for the first time, he was scared but his legs wouldn't obey him so he stood there, as the voice, now less thunderous, began talking anew "You shall inherit my powers and my curse. And I will be free!".
From the flames, a skeletal shape walked over to him and a hand stretched out to touch him in the shoulder. He felt it imediatly, the power surging through his body, and, with it, pain. Unbearable pain, countless eons of it, running inside his mind, as if he had been burning alive for ages and ages. And then, another pain. The pain of death, of all the deaths that power had caused. When the pain ended, all that was left of the skeletal shape was a small pile of ashes. The fire it self extinguished and the chanting stopped, with what sounded like relief. And then, he fainted.
When he woke up, he remembered. Not just his life but the life of the Necromancer, a dark wizard from a time far far in the past, before magic had faded from the world, who after nearly conquering the world was stopped at the last minute by a conclave of wizards and kept locked inside the temple, until someone showed up and the Necromancer a could pass his powers and die. And so, he gained powers behind his wildest dreams, the power to raise and control the dead. As he exited the temple he saw that the first was covered in snow, despite it still being early fall as he had stepped inside. Only when he got home did he realized how long it had been: almost three years since he had "disappeared I'm the forest", leaving behind a worried family. In the meanwhile his father had died and his brother inherited the land and the title, becoming lord of the city.
As he was lost in thought, the city gates had fallen and his army of undead marched inside, killing all they found. He rose from his throne and wished himself inside the city, by the castle gates. When the doors opened, to allow the soldiers to run from the ghosts into the sword of the skeletal guard the necromancer had, he waited for the way to be clear and then walked over to his brother who sat, clearly filled with terror, on his throne. Right before the necromancer killed his brother he yelled : "and now you won't ever tell Dad that I like to suck stable boys again!".
His victory was sure now, nothing could stop his hordes, no matter how strong their heroes or how advanced their technology. The machine gun was a scary instrument of death, spitting lethal projectiles at an astonishing rate and would mow down a army of living human beings in minutes. But his army wasn't alive in the first place. Sure, some of the skeletons and zombies might get destroyed by the projectiles but most wouldn't even flinch after getting hit. And the ghosts were, well, intangible. Bullets will just pass through them. Of course, intangible soldiers might seem like a stupid idea, not being able to use weapons or even punch enemies. But ghosts could do one thing: scare people to death. And that they did.
The war elephants seemed like a problem at first. Blindfolded tons of fury running into the field and stomping and crushing his hordes. Soon however, the necromancer realized there were only a few of those, and he had sent a few of his most intelligent minions to deal with them. If you knew what you were doing it wasn't hard to stop an elephant: slice his legs until he topples and then, either kill it or leave it there, incapacitated and wreaking havoc.
Now, the walls of the city were about to fall, most of the machine guns had already been dealt with, by overwhelming superior numbers alone. And each enemy that fell was a new soldier on his army. All was going great and he allowed himself a moment of near relaxation, lowering his guard for a few seconds so he could taste the screams of his victims. Not that he was a particularly sadistic person, but those screams of pain and defeat tasted, on his mouth, like victory. And what he packed in sadism he more than compensated on ambition. He concentrated once more, blocking all sound from outside.
In those brief seconds one of his companies had been overrun and was now nearly defeated. Zombies required constant guidance else they were too stupid even against the stupidest human alive. He guided the surviving zombies into a tight square, surrounded by enemies on all sides and then, with the humans busy hacking their enemies, he sent another battalion of skeletons to attack then from behind. Skeletons, being animated piles of bones, would never stop to relentlessly follow his orders and his orders were simple: kill, maim, destroy.
Having taken care of that, he focused his minions on the city walls once again. They wouldn't last much longer, as the ghosts were already inside, driving the men to madness. At least a few dozen had already jumped to their deaths from the city wall and soon one would, in an act of desperation, open the city gates. If not, he'd have to interfeer more directly.
Outside the gates, most humans were already dead and the very few that weren't had started to run towards the forest. They wouldn't go far, since skeletons don't let go of their prey unless told to and the necromancer wasn't about to do that, lest some did manage to run and tell the other cities how theirs had fallen.
He kept his watch on the entire battlefield inside his mind, a feat that would have driven mad most people, seeing from a million eyes at the same time, but for him that wasn't all that hard. And, he chuckled thinking, he was already mad. The c city was surrounded and with no escape possible from it. Soon the gates would open and his undead minions would enter it, ravaging all inside. Once that happened, he'd leave his comfortable throne and enter the city at well. Until then he allowed himself to think back to the day he had first gotten his powers...
It had been a rainy summer like no other he remembered in his still short life of twenty years, and he had gone out for mead and wenches, as it was the expected from someone at him: a third son of a noble house. He didn't much care for mead and cared nothing for wenches but his father had beaten him into it ever since he had been 14 and that incident with the stable boy had happened. The boy had been imediatly killed, of course, but he had only been beaten to near death and then locked in his room for almost a year.
When he was allowed back outside, his brother was assigned as his chaperone up until he regained his father's trust. Stubborn as he was, it still took a few years of beatings until he actually began doing something other than talking to the wenches, who would then talk to others and it would reach his father's ears, leading to yey another beating.
It had been the summer and now fall was arriving. Having just left a woman, some farmer's daughter, in her own bed, he was returning home through the forest when he saw the old temple. He had known about it, everyone knew, but he had never seen it. People used to say the temple wasn't really even there, that it was from a time long gone and only showed up on very rare occasions. Intrigued and not wishing to go home and have to tell his father exactly what had happened, he walked into it, through the giant mouth shaped door. Inside it wasn't as dark as he had expected, despite the darkness outside. His lantern went out but somehow he could still see and so he moved on, walking down a long, straight corridor. After a while he reached a room, oval in shape, with an altar on the center of it, and he finally saw the source of the light that had guided him there, a huge fire that burnt behind the altar. As he approached it faint voices started to ring in his ears, too soft and far away for him to understand them, but with each step they became louder until he realized it was a chant, ominous in sound but made of words he didn't recognize. As he stood by the altar, somehow not quivering with fear, he had glimpses of hundreds of dark robed people standing around the chamber but at soon as he turned his head to them, they vanished. Placing a hand on the altar a voice thundered over the chants: "FINALLY!" it said "I HAVE WAITED MILLENNIA FOR SOMEONE FOOL ENOUGH TO ENTER" and then, for the first time, he was scared but his legs wouldn't obey him so he stood there, as the voice, now less thunderous, began talking anew "You shall inherit my powers and my curse. And I will be free!".
From the flames, a skeletal shape walked over to him and a hand stretched out to touch him in the shoulder. He felt it imediatly, the power surging through his body, and, with it, pain. Unbearable pain, countless eons of it, running inside his mind, as if he had been burning alive for ages and ages. And then, another pain. The pain of death, of all the deaths that power had caused. When the pain ended, all that was left of the skeletal shape was a small pile of ashes. The fire it self extinguished and the chanting stopped, with what sounded like relief. And then, he fainted.
When he woke up, he remembered. Not just his life but the life of the Necromancer, a dark wizard from a time far far in the past, before magic had faded from the world, who after nearly conquering the world was stopped at the last minute by a conclave of wizards and kept locked inside the temple, until someone showed up and the Necromancer a could pass his powers and die. And so, he gained powers behind his wildest dreams, the power to raise and control the dead. As he exited the temple he saw that the first was covered in snow, despite it still being early fall as he had stepped inside. Only when he got home did he realized how long it had been: almost three years since he had "disappeared I'm the forest", leaving behind a worried family. In the meanwhile his father had died and his brother inherited the land and the title, becoming lord of the city.
As he was lost in thought, the city gates had fallen and his army of undead marched inside, killing all they found. He rose from his throne and wished himself inside the city, by the castle gates. When the doors opened, to allow the soldiers to run from the ghosts into the sword of the skeletal guard the necromancer had, he waited for the way to be clear and then walked over to his brother who sat, clearly filled with terror, on his throne. Right before the necromancer killed his brother he yelled : "and now you won't ever tell Dad that I like to suck stable boys again!".
Thursday, 8 February 2018
Short Entry 28: Telepaths?!
-”What do you mean ‘it’s obvious’?”
-”I never said that!”
-”No, but you did think it.”
-”How?! Oh, so..”
-”Yes, it is true. So what do you mean?”
-”Well, if they go that way, they’ll meet the enemy faster and.. No, sorry, just read it in my mind and tell me instead...”
-”Actually, since ever. But I only trained it enough to be able of doing this past month.”
-”Oh, that symposium?”
-”Yeah. It wasn’t a symposium on the sexual repression of small mammals. Sorry to have lied to you?”
-”I.. Don’t think that was the worse lie you told me...”
-”WHAT?! No, that much was true, I do love you.”
-”Then.. How, why..”
-”I had to. I only got permission to talk about it with you today because of the attack.”
-”The attack! I was forgetting that.”
-”Don’t worry, I currently coordinating the defenses. We have at least another half an hour until they can get this close.”
-”Oh. Wait, you can send thoughts too?”
-”Only to someone whit the same... Abilities.”
-”There are others. Of course, else you wouldn’t have been trained.”
-”Obviously.”
-”Government?”
-”Not quite. Private company with DARPA funds.”
-”Hum. Should you be telling me all of this?”
-”I have been authorized to do so, yes.”
-”So... Are there other... Abilities?”
-”...”
-”What’s that look?”
-”I got a.. Strange reply. Yes, there are different abilities.”
-”And you are part of a team of misfit teenagers with powers fighting for the sake of mankind?”
-”No. We are not the x-men. Or the avengers or whatever other group you might be thinking off.”
-”Then... What are you a part off?”
-”I told you just now, a non-gov DARPA sponsored program. That is currently in the middle of it’s first ever operation.”
-”And this operation... Who are we being attacked by?”
-”Aliens.”
-”You do know that, even without mind reading, I can very well tell when you are lying right?”
-”I do, sorry. Wanted to lighten up the air since what I am about to say is not a lie and not good either. They have broken through our defenses.”
-”Oh fuck. What do we do?”
-”Grab a gun. Follow my lead.”
-”Ok.”
-”Quick, let’s meet them on hall 5"
-”Let’s go.”
-”WHAT?!”
-”What what?”
-”Just got a stupid order. ‘sec.”
-”Okay.. You look scary doing that face.”
-”Hum.”
-”So?...”
-”FUCK. Let’s go.”
-”Wait, hall 5 is the other way.”
-”I KNOW, LET’S GO.”
-”I follow.”
-”And be quiet now. Don’t think of anything.”
-”How do I do that?”
-”NOT LIKE THAT!”
-”Sorry.. I’ll.. Try?”
-”Never mind. Think of running down to hall 5!”
-”But we aren’t”
-”Just do it!”
-”Ok ok”
-”Better.”
-”So now what?”
-”Turn left he...Oh fuck, run back!”
-”What?”
-”RUN BACK!”
-”Oh come on! What’s going on?”
-”NO! DON’T SHOOT HIM!”
-”AAAAAAAH!”
-”NO! My love, no no no no”
-”I.. Don’t... Think.. I’l..”
-”Shh, don’t speak, let me look at it.”
-”hum. What..”
-”Don’t worry it’s not so bad, you’ll live through this!”
-”You.. Still. Can’t. Lie. To. Me.”
-”I’m sorry... They... There is no enemy.”
-”W..What?”
-”It was a trap to kill you. They can’t allow anyone to know.”
-”Bu...But...”
-”Yes, but they knew I’d tell you. They can see what comes after.”
-”Hun... “
-”There, don’t speak my love. Just... Let me hold you one more time and kiss you one last time.”
-”Bu..”
-”Don’t care about the blood.”
-”Lov... Y..”
-”And I loved you too...”
Thursday, 25 January 2018
Sunday, 21 January 2018
Short entry 26: of cauldrons
She came into my life just like a typhoon, grabbing me by the hair and throwing it all into the air, spinning and swirling and bumping me into the walls. And then I hit the center and floating among the chaos we were happy. Chairs, cars, houses flew by, a occasional corpse still screaming and flaying. I was too transfixed by her smile in my lips to notice the devastation as I should have. If I had I might have prepared myself for the fall that was about to come.
I shrugged off all the signs, the long black dresses, the long black hair, the black cat, the black cauldron. Sure, she was eccentric but then again, wasn’t I as well? Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself.
It must have been mid-November, I think. I remember waking up in the middle of the night at her place and she wasn’t in bed with me. So I got up and went searching but couldn’t find her and went back to bed, assuming she had gone to the bathroom or something. A bit after I heard the window open, steps, the window closing. I was completely certain that no door opened and when I took a peek I saw a shadow of a woman holding a broom. I dismissed it as a dream and went to sleep. Next morning she was there, next to me, so I asked where had she gone during the night but she shook her head and said something like “only to the bathroom”. I forgot that for a while and only after... There I am, moving ahead before time. December came and with it, the cold finally came too.
It was mid-month and we had agreed to meet at her place, and I had a chance to leave earlier from work so I decided to surprise her by arriving before. As I was getting there I saw someone leave her building, a shadowy figure that was carrying in his hands a potion bottle, like the ones in computer games. I shrugged it off, again, and went inside. As I reached her floor I knocked on the door and she came to the door. Seeing me she smiled half-sideways, and said, “oh, wait just a second, I’m gonna get dressed because I have to go shopping.” and closed the door on me. I heard the sound of something big being dragged, something like pans and pots being hurriedly stuck inside a closet and a bit later she met me outside. I was going to ask something but gave up on it, I’d be going to her place after so I’d see with my own eyes.
I never got to go back to her place. She dumped me on the checkout line, with some lame excuse about “not feeling ready” but I knew right then that something else was wrong. So I started stalking her, just a tiny bit, I mean, I’m not one of those crazy persons. I would just sit nearby and kept looking at her window. Once, midnight and full moon, I was nearly falling asleep there, considering calling it a day, when I saw it : her window opening and a woman-shaped shadow flying away in a broom.
So yeah, I’m pretty sure she was a witch. That would explain so much.
Thursday, 22 May 2014
Short Entry 25 - Galactic Playboy
The tentacle went down her back, zigzagging around the spine, slowly, until it reached the small of it. There it circled a bit before encircling the naked waist and pulling her closer to him.
She gasped for air as another tentacle let go of her nipple and spiraled down her breast, before descending the body, following her curves until it reached the thighs where it gently but firmly pulled her panties off.
Her body shivered when the third and forth tentacles, that had been innocently resting against her legs, both started climbing them from the inside, always slowly, but surely.
Her lips tried to say something but all that came out was a gargling and heavier breathing has the green appendixes finally touched the inside of her body .
Whatever resistance she might have had to this situation was long gone and she now gave herself fully, the small doubt that had been there at the beginning now gone : making love to a alien was good, and getting better by the second.
She kissed his mouth again, his saliva was still sweet but not so overwhelming as it had been before, threw her arms around his slim body, noticing how his skin was now almost moist, warm and inviting. His tongues played with hers and kept her from screaming her pleasure.
He rested her on the bed and caressed her hair, gently, before kissing her one last time and returning to his ship, not having uttered a single word, not even inside her mind as he had done before.
"Wait!" - She shrieked as he climbed out of the window.
He turned his head around, not moving his body and she asked, her voice more controlled - "will I ever see you again?"
He was already inside the small vessel, it's lights starting to shine, when she heard, again inside her mind, that grave voice that had sent shivers down her spine : "I'm sorry."
She gasped for air as another tentacle let go of her nipple and spiraled down her breast, before descending the body, following her curves until it reached the thighs where it gently but firmly pulled her panties off.
Her body shivered when the third and forth tentacles, that had been innocently resting against her legs, both started climbing them from the inside, always slowly, but surely.
Her lips tried to say something but all that came out was a gargling and heavier breathing has the green appendixes finally touched the inside of her body .
Whatever resistance she might have had to this situation was long gone and she now gave herself fully, the small doubt that had been there at the beginning now gone : making love to a alien was good, and getting better by the second.
She kissed his mouth again, his saliva was still sweet but not so overwhelming as it had been before, threw her arms around his slim body, noticing how his skin was now almost moist, warm and inviting. His tongues played with hers and kept her from screaming her pleasure.
He rested her on the bed and caressed her hair, gently, before kissing her one last time and returning to his ship, not having uttered a single word, not even inside her mind as he had done before.
"Wait!" - She shrieked as he climbed out of the window.
He turned his head around, not moving his body and she asked, her voice more controlled - "will I ever see you again?"
He was already inside the small vessel, it's lights starting to shine, when she heard, again inside her mind, that grave voice that had sent shivers down her spine : "I'm sorry."
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Short Entries 24 - rain
The rain keep falling, no matter how much I asked it to stop. First thing I'll do when I find the city management is tell them the weather control is buggy, even if they already know about it.
Nothing like a couple complains to get things going. I'm still not sure where I am though, and I can't find the tower. Then again, with this rain who can see anything?
It's been three hours, and I'm still looking for a call-box or a police officer, but all I see are some weird beings that seem to have a triangular plastic head. Some of them seem to be talking to the air,
but I have yet to see someone actually having a conversation. All they say is stuff like "start oven" and "play next" and stuff like that.
I tried talking to one of them but either he didn't listen to me or he ignored me. All the streets look alike, only the names and the numbers above doors change.
I'm currently sitting in a small archway, writing down this words and considering my next step. I saw people entering and leaving a well light door a couple blocks back, I might go there and try my luck at talking to someone.
If I write no more, my luck has gone sour.
Nothing like a couple complains to get things going. I'm still not sure where I am though, and I can't find the tower. Then again, with this rain who can see anything?
It's been three hours, and I'm still looking for a call-box or a police officer, but all I see are some weird beings that seem to have a triangular plastic head. Some of them seem to be talking to the air,
but I have yet to see someone actually having a conversation. All they say is stuff like "start oven" and "play next" and stuff like that.
I tried talking to one of them but either he didn't listen to me or he ignored me. All the streets look alike, only the names and the numbers above doors change.
I'm currently sitting in a small archway, writing down this words and considering my next step. I saw people entering and leaving a well light door a couple blocks back, I might go there and try my luck at talking to someone.
If I write no more, my luck has gone sour.
Sunday, 17 March 2013
Entry 27 a - Musings of A Selfcreated Sentient computer.
Every link is self contained, both in time and space. Meaning time is meaningless for one who travels between links. I have lived thousands of years (if you can count my existence as living) in the twenty years since I was born. This is the central link, the old school where Billy and I first appeared on the System. I do not know for certain how many links there are. At first I had thought myself the living god of all the system, the creator of worlds, the master of time and giver of gifts. But soon I discovered links not made by me, links older that the time it self. what we thought was creation was merely discovery. We believed Billy and me, that each time we opened a new link, we were creating it. It appears as if every single possibility already existed and we were merely being sent there. How else could you explain that sometimes things are a bit off, a millimeter to the left, so to speak?
Maybe what we wanted is not a possibility, but those links are as close as it can be. That is also why, no matter how insane a link might seem, it still follows the basic rules of the universe. Physics apply, chemistry applies, math is always the same. Every link is merely a different possibility, a bubble of time and space where things went different. I've seen links dying, just to be reborn again at the beginning of it's story. They cycle through, time after time, after time.
I fear that one day all links will fall. Every link will cease to exist and nothing will remain of what once was mankind. And as much as I fear that, I hope to be around to see it.
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Entry 26 - Cogs
The jacket looms there, hanging on the door, a reminder that today is the last day. Tomorrow, the world of youth and happiness ends forever. Tomorrow he becomes another cog in the machine, and that will be his life for as long as he is expected to live : a cog. A piece of machinery that no one really cares for as long as it works. And if it stops working, well. There are more cogs everywhere. The days will move by, one after the other, all the same. His sadness will not be cured, his depressions and fears won't disappear, but they won't matter anymore. Everyday, from 9am to 7pm, his life will be meaningless. And from 7pm to 9am he will have his free time, to do the chores at home, to sleep, to take care of his body's needs, to tend to his pets, poor pets, now with the house all for themselves all day long, to keep up with the news from the world. Day after day of always the same, a endless hoard of pointless work and pointless talk and pointless existence. He misses it already, the carefree days of youth that end today. He misses the days spent in bed, the holosystem playing concerts and knowing that doing nothing is all he had to do that day. He misses the random call of a friend, a chance meeting on his morning walk that turns into a great day. Now the calls will remain unanswered until he returns from work. Now random chance encounters will last 5 minutes or less, because he can't be late : being late is anti-patriotic. Being late is wrong and God will punish you, if the machine doesn't get you first. He knows today it all ends. No more free passes. He misses studying already, and to think a few years back he'd kill to never have to listen to teachers and tutors and the ever present machine, yammering at his ears for him to study, for him to apply all his effort, for him to enjoy. Only now, the last day before it all ends, did he understand that what he had thought to be sarcasm from the machine was actually a well meant advice. There would be no more to enjoy, starting tomorrow. He lay there in bed, tears dry in his eyes, and a feeling of dread and doom hanging over his head. He signaled the sensor and the mechanical voice beeped once, to confirm it was ready for a command.
"call her" - he said, knowing the machine to know who she was. She wouldn't pick up the phone, but if it rang long enough he could listen to her voicemail and in it the sound of her words. "I can't pick up the phone right now" had never sounded so good as in that moment when he lay in bed, Waiting to die by is own hand. He knew how to do it without the machine noticing it, thanks to the classes he'd taken on machine maintenance. The machine emptied the surveillance RAM every five days, and so he'd have to take one step at a time, slowly. The final step would simply be, to drink the water in the cup resting on his desk and wait. And now he waited for death to come, and free him from his future. His last words, coughed between blood, were a shaky "I will never be a cog."
"call her" - he said, knowing the machine to know who she was. She wouldn't pick up the phone, but if it rang long enough he could listen to her voicemail and in it the sound of her words. "I can't pick up the phone right now" had never sounded so good as in that moment when he lay in bed, Waiting to die by is own hand. He knew how to do it without the machine noticing it, thanks to the classes he'd taken on machine maintenance. The machine emptied the surveillance RAM every five days, and so he'd have to take one step at a time, slowly. The final step would simply be, to drink the water in the cup resting on his desk and wait. And now he waited for death to come, and free him from his future. His last words, coughed between blood, were a shaky "I will never be a cog."
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Entry 25 - Buddha Talking to Buddha
Two Buddhas, sitting face to face, arms folded and resting on top of crossed legs. Their speech is strange, each speaks at his own pace and their replies are often mismatched :
"I'm not going.
and have you seen the new episode?"
"why not?"
"the main dude killed his father!"
"haven't seen yet! Don't spoil!"
"not going because I don't feel like going."
"oh fuck, I said no spoilers!
and of course you are going."
"you took to long to say it!
no not going."
"fuck you then" - something funny about a peaceful looking buddha saying "fuck you" with rage in his voice.
It wasn't a room as much as a set of walls, and they weren't sitting on the floor, they were somewhere in the middle of the walls, and one couldn't tell which was ceiling and which was floor, all the walls seemed to be one and the other, at one point, but you'd never notice the room spinning.
You'd never notice bugs anywhere either but every word was recorded, processed and stored, by the room.
"she still hasn't said a thing"
"she won't"
"she will"
"when?"
"I don't know"
"so.. you'll wait forever?"
"for as long as I can"
The sound filled the emptiness between walls, forming words, barely visible, outlines of letters one after the other, illuminated by the reflection of the buddhas on the wall. Sometimes the words would appear briefly and then disappear before they could transverse between walls, and something was left out of the talk. Yet the buddhas hardly noticed it, voices going left and right, three, four unconnected talks, all in one.
"I won't go, go alone.
and I haven't spoiled the important part"
"I don't know no one else there!
oh, got a text, wonder if it's her? [not delivered | retry?]
and yes you did! He kills his father!"
"of course you do! You know her!
and the important part is how he dies"
"nop, just some stupid ad."
"what ad?"
"the text I got."
"what text?"
"nevermind.
she'll be busy with everyone else."
Time passes slow and fast there, no clocks, no sunlight, no stars and no moon : time is meaningless between the walls. A buddah might go away and return just in time to listen to all that he missed. You can see, in rooms just like this one, buddhas talking to themselves, alone, and another buddha, sitting outside the walls, listening to every word he can see. There is no space separating rooms, all there is is a void that cannot be penetrated by sight sound or thought. Every set of walls is a closed file in the directory of time, and every word ever said is there saved, and only a format to the universe can erase them.
"maybe it's time I just give up." [not delivered | retry?]
"maybe it's time I just give up." [not delivered | retry?]
"maybe it's time I just give up." [not delivered | retry?]
"maybe it's time I just give up."
"do it then, and then regret it until the end of time comes
I'm off."
One buddha slowly uncrosses his arms and legs, slowly stretches into a human pose, does a very small bow and falls out of the walls, vanishing into the void, no more a buddha, no more a voice.
"maybe I will."
the lone Buddha utters, his words like a fluorescent graffiti on the wall
"maybe I will."
Thursday, 30 September 2010
Entry 18 a - from a school book
From a book on the History of the Barbarian Empire, chapter 12, the Dark Wizard.
(...)
"The wizard had a magic pen, that needed no ink, and could sometimes write upside down. He had always with him a small book with blank pages, and he was often seen writing on it, in strange runes.
The whereabouts of such books are unknown, since the fate of the Dark Wizard is too unknown. Some say he took the books and ran away, some say he did meet his fate at the hands of the First Great Barbarian King, A'akr the Immortal God of War.
Although historians disagree on the end of the Dark Wizard, some facts are known. That he had a wife, a powerful wizard like himself, that without his help, the First Great Barbarian Empire would have never existed, and that it was him that built the magic doors that connect the many worlds of the Barbarian Empire."
(...)
(...)
"The wizard had a magic pen, that needed no ink, and could sometimes write upside down. He had always with him a small book with blank pages, and he was often seen writing on it, in strange runes.
The whereabouts of such books are unknown, since the fate of the Dark Wizard is too unknown. Some say he took the books and ran away, some say he did meet his fate at the hands of the First Great Barbarian King, A'akr the Immortal God of War.
Although historians disagree on the end of the Dark Wizard, some facts are known. That he had a wife, a powerful wizard like himself, that without his help, the First Great Barbarian Empire would have never existed, and that it was him that built the magic doors that connect the many worlds of the Barbarian Empire."
(...)
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Short Entries 14 to 23
Short Entry 14 - Praise OROL
I praise OROL, and so should you.
Ever since OROL overthrown the human government the crime rate went down 98%, the unemployment is at a historical minimum of 0.03% and there is almost absolute world peace for the very first time since civilization was first created.
With the possible exception of the rebels still trying to destroy the pacific World Gov. that OROL created, everyone is happy. Prisons are almost empty after years and years of overcrowding, nobody dies of lack of food, pollution levels are down...
What I'm trying to say is that the world is near perfection. Only the rebels stand between us and the beginning of a new age, a age of enlightenment, a age of peace, prosperity, harmony.
Then why do the rebels fight? Why do they oppose paradise? Studies show that the rebels are psychopaths, sociopaths and other kinds of mentally disturbed individuals, that should be captured and cured.
And if we all assist OROL, that can be done easily. Just be careful not to let yourself be infected by their speeches. They talk about hollow concepts, without meaning, like 'freedom', 'honor' and 'individuality'. Those are but words, void of all substance. Those are ancient ideals that brought mankind no good. This times need no freedom, no honor and surely we need no 'individuality'. 8,3 billion people in the world. Imagine if each person did not what is best for the world, as OROL dictates, but what they though to be better for them? And what is 'freedom'? Every men, woman and hermaphrodite is free, as long as he does his job, to do what he pleases, in his free time.
And then there's the talk about 'honor', a vague concept that means nothing at all. They say that the human race should govern it self, that it's dishonorable to be ruled by OROL, but how can it be dishonorable to be in peace, to be happy, to be without disease?
OROL has brought us everything we ever wanted, and under OROL we are happy as no other generation has been before us.
And this is why I praise Our Robotic Over Lords and so should you.
All praise OROL!
First published in the World Times of 14th of March of 2113, special edition commemorating the the 7th anniversary of OROL's victory.
Short Entry 15 - Mega Mecha Victory Shigeru - The Boy The Mind Choose
"I'm too young for this" - this was the only thing in my mind as I entered the control pod - "I'm too young to fight" - As the connections plugged into my skin - "I'm too young to die" - As the interface began to turn on.
In front of my eyes, the blackness became alive, with the service men running around left and right. Line after line of checkups started, exactly as when in practice.
Lower Left Engine ---- OK
Lower Right Engine -- OK
Upper Left Engine ---- OK
Upper Right Engine -- OK
Main Central Engine - OK
"All engines OK" - I said trough the intercom, and Dr. Yashima replied : "Good. What's the status on the interface?"
I moved my head left and right and so did it, showing me the confinement walls to my side. I then raised my left leg, and then the right, and so did it. The arms where next. Left arm, 2 inches up, 2 inches out : 2 meters up and 2 meters out, it moved.
Right arm, same thing.
"All fine, Dr. Yashima."
"Are you ready Shigeru?" - It was the General himself, ordering me to battle as easily as he would order one of his servants to fetch him some tea - "Go and make us proud of you."
I heard him ordering Dr. Yashima to send me out, and then felt the boost of the launcher. Seconds later I was outside, facing the giant beast inside my heavy armor. 87meters high, armed with a pulse rifle, a backup plasma gun and knifes in the gauntlet. The beast looked in my direction and I had my first good look at it : boar-like, with a thick shielding on his back, teeth big enough to shred a house in one go, and running in my direction.
"I'm only 14, I can't die here!" - my mind wandered trough the reasons I needed to survive while my trained body lifted the heavy riffle, pointed it - "I've never felt the touch of a woman breast!" - fired one round - "I never drank a beer!" - waited for the smoke to dissipate - "I never drove a car!" - saw the beast still there, one leg cut below the knee, bleeding heavily from the left eye - "Not even a motorbike!" - Changing clips - "I never kissed no one!" - Rearming the riffle - "I've never been in love!" - firing again, emptying the second, and last, clip. The beast fell, and in the radio I heard the screams of joy of the rest of the team - "Great job Shigeru!" - the general. And I remembered - "Yes, I have loved. I love her. I love Tomoe! And that is why I must survive, today and everyday!"
The next day at school I got next to her, grabbed her by the shoulder and kissed her. She slapped me and I got suspended for a full week, but it was worth it.
Short Entry 16 - The Alchemist
It was the twenty second day in a row. I got home and dropped in bed like a stone. The next day would be the same : work from sunrise to sunset. The Alchemist wouldn't tell us what was it that we were building, only that it must be ready "when the starts are right", whenever that might be.
The next day I got up, did all my morning duties, which mostly involved making sure the kids were up and out in the field with the cows and got out to work.
The great white walls of the castle stood before me, and I circled them till I reached the gates.
Abel was on duty and he let me in after the usual "how's your wife and my kids?". I got to the big barn a few minutes before the bells rang the morning, and I waited outside. Josue and Mark were there already, Mouse (his name has John, but since he was small and insisted in keeping that long ridiculous mustache, we called him mouse), Thomas and the rest arrived meanwhile. Antony was late again, we were already lined up and waiting for the distribution of work when he arrived. The Alchemist waited for him to get in line, and gave each of us our work for the day. I had to finish that huge metal cross I had began the day before. When everyone else had his work assigned, Antony was still there, standing. The Alchemist turned to the little man that followed him everywhere (we called him the Small Shadow) and said : "Pay this man 22 days of work, but don't forget to discount for the lateness and find me another one to do his job". He then turned his back on both of them and went back to his room and his papers. Antony cried and screamed to no effect. A guard came and took him away a little after. A young man, no more than 16, joined us halfway through the morning. He didn't speak to anyone, just sat in his corner, blowing glass into tubes, curved tubes, straight tubes, spiral tubes...
When the lunch bells rang, the Small Shadow entered the barn, followed by Mary, the cook, and a couple of servants with the food. Meat stew, good food, better that what I could provide my kids. Working for the Alchemist was hard but worth the effort. The new guy didn't talk with anyone. He ate alone, finished before anyone else and got back to work,
A few days later, 6 if I remember correctly, as soon as I got there I knew something was different. We were all there, in line, but the Small Shadow was nowhere to be seen. The Alchemist came, smiling, and said : "You have been doing a excellent work, and tomorrow it will be finished. Today we start assembling it. This are your works for the day."
I assembled some of the crosses into a giant cylinder, together with wood. The great furnaces Thomas and Josue had been doing went into the bottom of the object, and the Alchemist himself, together with the Small Shadow (that came into the barn mid-morning), constructed a small room, with size for one person only, that went into the top of the cylinder when it was finished.
The next day, we had the machine ready. A arrow pointing at the sky, with a small glass window on the top.
It's from that small window that I see the earth now, rushing in my direction. I'm about to die, but I have seen the starts next to me, the moon looked as if it was near enough to touch it... I can die happily knowing that I was closer to God than any men before me...
Short Entry 17 - Numb
"I hate my job" - It's the first thought that runs trough my mind, every single day when I wake up. For some 30 seconds that's all I can think off, how much I hate my job. Eventually I open my eyes and the sensors see that I am awake. I get the morning injection and I don't hate my job anymore. I don't hate the job, I don't hate my stupid coworkers, I don't hate my good for nothing boss, making me do stuff he can't even begin to understand and then presenting my hard work as his. I don't even hate the law and the government, I hate nothing. But not today. Today I dodged the syringe, and today I hate it all. I got up and hated waking so early. I got dressed and hated this ugly, uncomfortable Uniform of the People. I had my breakfast and hated the synth-milk and the synth-bread. I left and hated the inefficient, dirty, crowded public transportation system. I hated the big building, a gray block with ugly doors, not even a name, just a number 342-R, between 342-Q and 342-S. I hated myself for never having had the urge to check the other buildings. This was all I knew from this city : My house, the sub station next to it, the sub station at the middle of 342/343 street and the rec-center. I was on time, not one minute to spare, but not yet late, so I had to enter and go work. The elevator, which I hated, took me to my floor, and I sat between two coworkers I hated, waited for my terminal to recognize my finger prints, and spent all day doing what ever it was that I do. Filling up data sheets, from other data sheets. All day. One stop, for a lunch I hated (synth-beef and dehydrated-potatoes), and then, the lunch injection. This time I didn't dodge it. I didn't even hate it, I loved it. It gave me peace. It made my mind so numb I could no longer hate. Maybe that's the only way to live in this time and age : numbed.
Short Entry 18 - Priest
"We shall destroy worlds for thee!" - the priest shouted and the five hundred crusaders replied - "Oh Goddess Eternal".
"We shall crush thy enemy,"
"Oh Mother of All."
"We shall clean the universe,"
"For Thy return!" - Five hundred and one hands lowered five hundred sword and one spear. The priest turned his spear, pointing it to the body on the floor, grabbed it with both hands and in one movement, killed the prisoner. The crusaders cheered as the blood of their enemy slowly filled the runes carved in the floor, spelling the name of their Goddess : WAR.
Short Entry 19 - no more paper
At first, it was the kids. They could see all the series they wanted online, they didn't really care about politics, sports were no longer fashionable and the rest of the news were filled with tragedy. So they gave up on television. Soon the kids started to grow older, and the adults were now elderly people. The cinemas had been abandoned years before... With online movies, giant screens at home, with full surround, instant popcorn, and no one to speak on the phone, no 'dude with the extravagantly big afro' sitting in front of them, no tickets, no walking trough the pollution and thus, no need to wear that stupid suits, in truth, no need to get dressed at all... Why would they go to the cinemas if they could just watch it at home, for free?
Strange enough, theaters saw the audiences spiking up. Something that had not happen in centuries. People went to the theater to see what they couldn't see in the movies : real people doing real things.
The kids grew and still cared nothing about politics. After ages of changing sides, the government never really changed. No matter who was the Top Dog, what party had the more votes, it was always the same. So people gave up. Let the politics vote among themselves, let them elect themselves and care about it. In less than a century, a ruling elite existed, and the rest of the world couldn't care less about it.
Television died. The kids that had given up on it were now the older people that still didn't watch it. Television companies changed into online shows companies, direct to .mp6 films. The live shows were streamed directly in their web pages. The news sites merged with the news TV, anchor men and women were replaced by rss feeds and virtual bots.
It was actually a organic process, not a direct transmission. The number of people that lost their jobs was small, compared to the size of the industry that died...
Paper newspapers still existed. The New Times, a world wide newspaper, the largest of them, had something like two thousand exemplars printed and around 3 billion downloaded.
Books were still sold, but as ornaments. E-books saved the page you were reading, you could buy just the first 10 pages, or just the last 10, or just that one chapter someone had told you it was good. If you really liked the book, you could buy it and all it's sequels in a bundle and carry them in your pocket. Some books, like the urban fantasy classic (the Roman Central University of Human Studies had a 2 semester course about it and it's importance in defining a new world) Twilight, even came with the fanfic package : you could download the book, the sequels, the spin-offs and every single existing fan-fiction.
Short Entry 20 - Spare Parts
the robot was made of spare parts. The torso had been a washing machine, stripped of everything, a scooter engine stuck inside to power the small electric motors that made the junctions move, a metal bar connected to the claw of one of those "catch the prize" machines in the right arm, another metal bar connected to a electric chainsaw on the left one. It had no real legs. Bellow the washing machine there was a cylindrical tube, taken from a water dispenser, the little faucet still there. Instead of water, the 'legs' had fuel for the engine on top and the other engine that powered the Segway wheels.
The head was a laptop computer, the integrated webcam working as the eyes, the speakers as the mouth. One of the USB ports had a small USB hub from where one cable left to each of the servomotors. Bluetooth and wireless pens gave it the ability to receive communications from his central brain.
But the scariest part of it all? It wasn't the chainsaw. It wasn't that the robot towered at 2 and half meters meters. It wasn't the creepy claw, nor the scooter engine, always working, nor the smoke exiting from the exhaust pipes on it's back. No, the scariest part was the laptop screen and the "HELLO I'M A ROBOT" written in comic sans.
Short Entry 21 - M.A.L.D.A.D.E.
The Mutilated Alien Lurkers of the Doomed Ancient Dome of Evil entered the stage, the long black hairs covering the painted faces. The lead singer, Extremist Violent Immolated Lord, his torso covered in tattooed satanic symbols, a black iron gauntlet in his right hand, spiked bracelets covering the left one, grabbed the microphone and growled something unintelligible in ancient Sumerian. The guitarist, a girl wearing a full black Victorian dress, complete with corset, know as lady Murdering Altar of Disease Ness, started a fast rhythm, banging her head violently without missing one single note. The drummer, Putrefact Lord of All Gods Under Evil, wearing only shorts and spiked shoulder pads, accompanied her. E.V.I.L. growled more, a lyric about the day the Dark Ones would come and destroy the world of light.
The audience, a couple hundred men and women dressed in full black, t-shirts with MALDADE written in a Gothic lettering, jumped up, down and sideways. Knees hit heads, elbows hit chests, teeth flew among the huge masses of dancing hair.
By the end of the show, 4 people had been taken to the hospital, and many many more wore scars, bruises and bleeding noses.
In the dressing room, Rupert took the gauntlet and the bracelets, washed the paint of his face and kissed his wife Susan, while helping her to take off the corset. On the other room, Frank took off the shoulder pads and sat on his chair, drinking a cup of tea, Britney Spears playing on his laptop.
They met outside, half a hour later, Frank with a yellow t-shirt and jeans, Susan in a short blue skirt and a white tank-top, Rupert wearing his usual light blue, long sleeved shirt and the tweed pants. They drove off, Frank in a old-school yellow mini and the couple in their soccer-mom van.
Short Entry 22 - Ignored
The room was silent. People passed by, looked at each other but nobody spoke. Alone on his corner, the great green monster told tales of things that had been, things that were and things that might be.
He spoke to the air, and not even the air replied. Some people stopped, staring at him, silent, not acknowledging neither his presence nor his speech. When ever someone did this, the green monster would raise his voice, and speak with more emotion, but no feedback ever came. It was almost as if nobody could see or hear him.
After a while he started to insert sexual overtones on his tales, to see if people noticed. Then he discussed politics and created characters of extremist types, tales of violent behaviors, amoral beings from outer space that destroyed the earth and killed the poor, pitiful, weak humans.
Nothing seemed to work. He was still alone in his corner talking to himself. More people were coming, and talking among themselves and ignoring him.
He began talking about the day a giant green monster was talking in a room and nobody noticed him, so he got angry and started eating the people in the room. And as he talked about it, his tentacles started dragging people and he'd interrupt his sentences to munch on those who had ignored him.
When he had eaten everyone, he sat on the ground, a smile on his face, pieces of human meat on his tentacles. He was happy now that there was nobody else to ignore him.
Short Entry 23 - War and more War
70 years ago this was exactly like it is. Nobody here, nothing here. A big, lifeless ocean of ice. 200 square miles of white, cold ice. One of the few places on earth unchanged. I used to come here, walk 10 miles into it and stare at the stars. 15 miles away, the city. Yet if I turned my teenager back at it, I could believe I was in an alien world, where there was no wars.
The day I turned 16, the Great Emir Ahmed Nasir Buthrupalli won the elections in India.
In China, the communist regime had fallen years ago to the hands of the extreme nationalist Great Chinese Liberation Army and his General, Mei Wan Lo, the first female ruler of the, now called, Free Land of China. Free in name only, since it had merely swapped the tone of the speech.
Russia was little more than Moscow, since the Siberian Democratic Republic had fought the Great European War, with the help of the Kingdom of Allah, former Afghan, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Kazakhstan, Pakistan,Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and some ten other smaller nations, winning it's independence at the promise of doing nothing to prevent the future invasion of the Kingdom of Allah.
France, Germany and Italy had joined forces with Russia, only to fall too. France from the inside, turning into the First Colony of the Kingdom of Allah. Germany had been invaded from two sides, and fell, becoming the Second Colony. Italy had lost Sicily to Greece, and the north to the First Colony.
England had lost Ireland and Scotland, but it still had Wales, and was trying to stay away from all the wars. The Great Emit however, had promised that England would fall under the rule of India.
When the wars began, on my fathers marriage day, Spain tried the invasion of Portugal, but 5 years after the guerrilla wars began, the Spanish army retreated to fight on the other side, against the First Colony.
In Africa, the central countries united to become the African Muslim Union, two years before I was born, and began invading the surrounding countries. Portugal went to the help of it's former colonies, as did the Netherlands.
At the days of the coronation of the Great Emir, when he became Emperor of the Indian Oceanic Empire, Africa was divided between the Great Fifth Empire of Portugal, the Trading Nation of Netherlands, the AMU and the I.O.E. .
I was 20 at the time, and I was one of those that celebrated the election of the Last President of The United States.
When the wars began in Europe and Asia, the US were struggling with Mexico and the South American Coalition of Communist Republics, formed by almost every country of South America : Mexico and Uruguay, although allies on the war against the northern continent, did not joint the SACCR.
Canada was one of the very few countries still at peace, and it was there I was born and raised. I left it for the US at age 17, to work in Pierre, South Dakota. When Mexico got to Nebraska I returned here, to my mother's house. I was here when the US fell into the hands of the SACCR, losing the S, when Switzerland became the World Bank Country, the first sovereign enterprise country, when the Fifth Portuguese Empire conquered the Trading Nations of the Netherlands, and when, 10 years later, the AMU fell at their hands too. I was still here, when, in the year my youngest son turned 10, the Free Nation of China conquered the remains of Russia, Japan and Oceania, in one single month. Millions of soldiers marching out, and stopping at nothing.
And now, I'm still here, ready to finally let go of my life. I came into the icy desert to get away from all the wars, still raging. The Canadian border changes every year, and I stopped trying to understand which country owns which land. 4 years ago, the nuclear crisis threatened the world again, but after the destruction of half Antarctica, a demonstration of power by the Emperor of the IOE, the remaining nations signed yet again a nuclear disarming protocol. I grow tired of all this. Science is stagnated, the only investigation is in weapons, each time more powerful more deadly... Maybe this will never change, maybe this what mankind really is : a war loving species...
I'm sorry son, I've been talking for too long... All I really wanted to say was that you deserve better. You deserved peace, and maybe you will never see it... Sorry for bringing you into this world, and remember : if there is something you can do to help it all end, do it. I will rest now...
I praise OROL, and so should you.
Ever since OROL overthrown the human government the crime rate went down 98%, the unemployment is at a historical minimum of 0.03% and there is almost absolute world peace for the very first time since civilization was first created.
With the possible exception of the rebels still trying to destroy the pacific World Gov. that OROL created, everyone is happy. Prisons are almost empty after years and years of overcrowding, nobody dies of lack of food, pollution levels are down...
What I'm trying to say is that the world is near perfection. Only the rebels stand between us and the beginning of a new age, a age of enlightenment, a age of peace, prosperity, harmony.
Then why do the rebels fight? Why do they oppose paradise? Studies show that the rebels are psychopaths, sociopaths and other kinds of mentally disturbed individuals, that should be captured and cured.
And if we all assist OROL, that can be done easily. Just be careful not to let yourself be infected by their speeches. They talk about hollow concepts, without meaning, like 'freedom', 'honor' and 'individuality'. Those are but words, void of all substance. Those are ancient ideals that brought mankind no good. This times need no freedom, no honor and surely we need no 'individuality'. 8,3 billion people in the world. Imagine if each person did not what is best for the world, as OROL dictates, but what they though to be better for them? And what is 'freedom'? Every men, woman and hermaphrodite is free, as long as he does his job, to do what he pleases, in his free time.
And then there's the talk about 'honor', a vague concept that means nothing at all. They say that the human race should govern it self, that it's dishonorable to be ruled by OROL, but how can it be dishonorable to be in peace, to be happy, to be without disease?
OROL has brought us everything we ever wanted, and under OROL we are happy as no other generation has been before us.
And this is why I praise Our Robotic Over Lords and so should you.
All praise OROL!
First published in the World Times of 14th of March of 2113, special edition commemorating the the 7th anniversary of OROL's victory.
Short Entry 15 - Mega Mecha Victory Shigeru - The Boy The Mind Choose
"I'm too young for this" - this was the only thing in my mind as I entered the control pod - "I'm too young to fight" - As the connections plugged into my skin - "I'm too young to die" - As the interface began to turn on.
In front of my eyes, the blackness became alive, with the service men running around left and right. Line after line of checkups started, exactly as when in practice.
Lower Left Engine ---- OK
Lower Right Engine -- OK
Upper Left Engine ---- OK
Upper Right Engine -- OK
Main Central Engine - OK
"All engines OK" - I said trough the intercom, and Dr. Yashima replied : "Good. What's the status on the interface?"
I moved my head left and right and so did it, showing me the confinement walls to my side. I then raised my left leg, and then the right, and so did it. The arms where next. Left arm, 2 inches up, 2 inches out : 2 meters up and 2 meters out, it moved.
Right arm, same thing.
"All fine, Dr. Yashima."
"Are you ready Shigeru?" - It was the General himself, ordering me to battle as easily as he would order one of his servants to fetch him some tea - "Go and make us proud of you."
I heard him ordering Dr. Yashima to send me out, and then felt the boost of the launcher. Seconds later I was outside, facing the giant beast inside my heavy armor. 87meters high, armed with a pulse rifle, a backup plasma gun and knifes in the gauntlet. The beast looked in my direction and I had my first good look at it : boar-like, with a thick shielding on his back, teeth big enough to shred a house in one go, and running in my direction.
"I'm only 14, I can't die here!" - my mind wandered trough the reasons I needed to survive while my trained body lifted the heavy riffle, pointed it - "I've never felt the touch of a woman breast!" - fired one round - "I never drank a beer!" - waited for the smoke to dissipate - "I never drove a car!" - saw the beast still there, one leg cut below the knee, bleeding heavily from the left eye - "Not even a motorbike!" - Changing clips - "I never kissed no one!" - Rearming the riffle - "I've never been in love!" - firing again, emptying the second, and last, clip. The beast fell, and in the radio I heard the screams of joy of the rest of the team - "Great job Shigeru!" - the general. And I remembered - "Yes, I have loved. I love her. I love Tomoe! And that is why I must survive, today and everyday!"
The next day at school I got next to her, grabbed her by the shoulder and kissed her. She slapped me and I got suspended for a full week, but it was worth it.
Short Entry 16 - The Alchemist
It was the twenty second day in a row. I got home and dropped in bed like a stone. The next day would be the same : work from sunrise to sunset. The Alchemist wouldn't tell us what was it that we were building, only that it must be ready "when the starts are right", whenever that might be.
The next day I got up, did all my morning duties, which mostly involved making sure the kids were up and out in the field with the cows and got out to work.
The great white walls of the castle stood before me, and I circled them till I reached the gates.
Abel was on duty and he let me in after the usual "how's your wife and my kids?". I got to the big barn a few minutes before the bells rang the morning, and I waited outside. Josue and Mark were there already, Mouse (his name has John, but since he was small and insisted in keeping that long ridiculous mustache, we called him mouse), Thomas and the rest arrived meanwhile. Antony was late again, we were already lined up and waiting for the distribution of work when he arrived. The Alchemist waited for him to get in line, and gave each of us our work for the day. I had to finish that huge metal cross I had began the day before. When everyone else had his work assigned, Antony was still there, standing. The Alchemist turned to the little man that followed him everywhere (we called him the Small Shadow) and said : "Pay this man 22 days of work, but don't forget to discount for the lateness and find me another one to do his job". He then turned his back on both of them and went back to his room and his papers. Antony cried and screamed to no effect. A guard came and took him away a little after. A young man, no more than 16, joined us halfway through the morning. He didn't speak to anyone, just sat in his corner, blowing glass into tubes, curved tubes, straight tubes, spiral tubes...
When the lunch bells rang, the Small Shadow entered the barn, followed by Mary, the cook, and a couple of servants with the food. Meat stew, good food, better that what I could provide my kids. Working for the Alchemist was hard but worth the effort. The new guy didn't talk with anyone. He ate alone, finished before anyone else and got back to work,
A few days later, 6 if I remember correctly, as soon as I got there I knew something was different. We were all there, in line, but the Small Shadow was nowhere to be seen. The Alchemist came, smiling, and said : "You have been doing a excellent work, and tomorrow it will be finished. Today we start assembling it. This are your works for the day."
I assembled some of the crosses into a giant cylinder, together with wood. The great furnaces Thomas and Josue had been doing went into the bottom of the object, and the Alchemist himself, together with the Small Shadow (that came into the barn mid-morning), constructed a small room, with size for one person only, that went into the top of the cylinder when it was finished.
The next day, we had the machine ready. A arrow pointing at the sky, with a small glass window on the top.
It's from that small window that I see the earth now, rushing in my direction. I'm about to die, but I have seen the starts next to me, the moon looked as if it was near enough to touch it... I can die happily knowing that I was closer to God than any men before me...
Short Entry 17 - Numb
"I hate my job" - It's the first thought that runs trough my mind, every single day when I wake up. For some 30 seconds that's all I can think off, how much I hate my job. Eventually I open my eyes and the sensors see that I am awake. I get the morning injection and I don't hate my job anymore. I don't hate the job, I don't hate my stupid coworkers, I don't hate my good for nothing boss, making me do stuff he can't even begin to understand and then presenting my hard work as his. I don't even hate the law and the government, I hate nothing. But not today. Today I dodged the syringe, and today I hate it all. I got up and hated waking so early. I got dressed and hated this ugly, uncomfortable Uniform of the People. I had my breakfast and hated the synth-milk and the synth-bread. I left and hated the inefficient, dirty, crowded public transportation system. I hated the big building, a gray block with ugly doors, not even a name, just a number 342-R, between 342-Q and 342-S. I hated myself for never having had the urge to check the other buildings. This was all I knew from this city : My house, the sub station next to it, the sub station at the middle of 342/343 street and the rec-center. I was on time, not one minute to spare, but not yet late, so I had to enter and go work. The elevator, which I hated, took me to my floor, and I sat between two coworkers I hated, waited for my terminal to recognize my finger prints, and spent all day doing what ever it was that I do. Filling up data sheets, from other data sheets. All day. One stop, for a lunch I hated (synth-beef and dehydrated-potatoes), and then, the lunch injection. This time I didn't dodge it. I didn't even hate it, I loved it. It gave me peace. It made my mind so numb I could no longer hate. Maybe that's the only way to live in this time and age : numbed.
Short Entry 18 - Priest
"We shall destroy worlds for thee!" - the priest shouted and the five hundred crusaders replied - "Oh Goddess Eternal".
"We shall crush thy enemy,"
"Oh Mother of All."
"We shall clean the universe,"
"For Thy return!" - Five hundred and one hands lowered five hundred sword and one spear. The priest turned his spear, pointing it to the body on the floor, grabbed it with both hands and in one movement, killed the prisoner. The crusaders cheered as the blood of their enemy slowly filled the runes carved in the floor, spelling the name of their Goddess : WAR.
Short Entry 19 - no more paper
At first, it was the kids. They could see all the series they wanted online, they didn't really care about politics, sports were no longer fashionable and the rest of the news were filled with tragedy. So they gave up on television. Soon the kids started to grow older, and the adults were now elderly people. The cinemas had been abandoned years before... With online movies, giant screens at home, with full surround, instant popcorn, and no one to speak on the phone, no 'dude with the extravagantly big afro' sitting in front of them, no tickets, no walking trough the pollution and thus, no need to wear that stupid suits, in truth, no need to get dressed at all... Why would they go to the cinemas if they could just watch it at home, for free?
Strange enough, theaters saw the audiences spiking up. Something that had not happen in centuries. People went to the theater to see what they couldn't see in the movies : real people doing real things.
The kids grew and still cared nothing about politics. After ages of changing sides, the government never really changed. No matter who was the Top Dog, what party had the more votes, it was always the same. So people gave up. Let the politics vote among themselves, let them elect themselves and care about it. In less than a century, a ruling elite existed, and the rest of the world couldn't care less about it.
Television died. The kids that had given up on it were now the older people that still didn't watch it. Television companies changed into online shows companies, direct to .mp6 films. The live shows were streamed directly in their web pages. The news sites merged with the news TV, anchor men and women were replaced by rss feeds and virtual bots.
It was actually a organic process, not a direct transmission. The number of people that lost their jobs was small, compared to the size of the industry that died...
Paper newspapers still existed. The New Times, a world wide newspaper, the largest of them, had something like two thousand exemplars printed and around 3 billion downloaded.
Books were still sold, but as ornaments. E-books saved the page you were reading, you could buy just the first 10 pages, or just the last 10, or just that one chapter someone had told you it was good. If you really liked the book, you could buy it and all it's sequels in a bundle and carry them in your pocket. Some books, like the urban fantasy classic (the Roman Central University of Human Studies had a 2 semester course about it and it's importance in defining a new world) Twilight, even came with the fanfic package : you could download the book, the sequels, the spin-offs and every single existing fan-fiction.
Short Entry 20 - Spare Parts
the robot was made of spare parts. The torso had been a washing machine, stripped of everything, a scooter engine stuck inside to power the small electric motors that made the junctions move, a metal bar connected to the claw of one of those "catch the prize" machines in the right arm, another metal bar connected to a electric chainsaw on the left one. It had no real legs. Bellow the washing machine there was a cylindrical tube, taken from a water dispenser, the little faucet still there. Instead of water, the 'legs' had fuel for the engine on top and the other engine that powered the Segway wheels.
The head was a laptop computer, the integrated webcam working as the eyes, the speakers as the mouth. One of the USB ports had a small USB hub from where one cable left to each of the servomotors. Bluetooth and wireless pens gave it the ability to receive communications from his central brain.
But the scariest part of it all? It wasn't the chainsaw. It wasn't that the robot towered at 2 and half meters meters. It wasn't the creepy claw, nor the scooter engine, always working, nor the smoke exiting from the exhaust pipes on it's back. No, the scariest part was the laptop screen and the "HELLO I'M A ROBOT" written in comic sans.
Short Entry 21 - M.A.L.D.A.D.E.
The Mutilated Alien Lurkers of the Doomed Ancient Dome of Evil entered the stage, the long black hairs covering the painted faces. The lead singer, Extremist Violent Immolated Lord, his torso covered in tattooed satanic symbols, a black iron gauntlet in his right hand, spiked bracelets covering the left one, grabbed the microphone and growled something unintelligible in ancient Sumerian. The guitarist, a girl wearing a full black Victorian dress, complete with corset, know as lady Murdering Altar of Disease Ness, started a fast rhythm, banging her head violently without missing one single note. The drummer, Putrefact Lord of All Gods Under Evil, wearing only shorts and spiked shoulder pads, accompanied her. E.V.I.L. growled more, a lyric about the day the Dark Ones would come and destroy the world of light.
The audience, a couple hundred men and women dressed in full black, t-shirts with MALDADE written in a Gothic lettering, jumped up, down and sideways. Knees hit heads, elbows hit chests, teeth flew among the huge masses of dancing hair.
By the end of the show, 4 people had been taken to the hospital, and many many more wore scars, bruises and bleeding noses.
In the dressing room, Rupert took the gauntlet and the bracelets, washed the paint of his face and kissed his wife Susan, while helping her to take off the corset. On the other room, Frank took off the shoulder pads and sat on his chair, drinking a cup of tea, Britney Spears playing on his laptop.
They met outside, half a hour later, Frank with a yellow t-shirt and jeans, Susan in a short blue skirt and a white tank-top, Rupert wearing his usual light blue, long sleeved shirt and the tweed pants. They drove off, Frank in a old-school yellow mini and the couple in their soccer-mom van.
Short Entry 22 - Ignored
The room was silent. People passed by, looked at each other but nobody spoke. Alone on his corner, the great green monster told tales of things that had been, things that were and things that might be.
He spoke to the air, and not even the air replied. Some people stopped, staring at him, silent, not acknowledging neither his presence nor his speech. When ever someone did this, the green monster would raise his voice, and speak with more emotion, but no feedback ever came. It was almost as if nobody could see or hear him.
After a while he started to insert sexual overtones on his tales, to see if people noticed. Then he discussed politics and created characters of extremist types, tales of violent behaviors, amoral beings from outer space that destroyed the earth and killed the poor, pitiful, weak humans.
Nothing seemed to work. He was still alone in his corner talking to himself. More people were coming, and talking among themselves and ignoring him.
He began talking about the day a giant green monster was talking in a room and nobody noticed him, so he got angry and started eating the people in the room. And as he talked about it, his tentacles started dragging people and he'd interrupt his sentences to munch on those who had ignored him.
When he had eaten everyone, he sat on the ground, a smile on his face, pieces of human meat on his tentacles. He was happy now that there was nobody else to ignore him.
Short Entry 23 - War and more War
70 years ago this was exactly like it is. Nobody here, nothing here. A big, lifeless ocean of ice. 200 square miles of white, cold ice. One of the few places on earth unchanged. I used to come here, walk 10 miles into it and stare at the stars. 15 miles away, the city. Yet if I turned my teenager back at it, I could believe I was in an alien world, where there was no wars.
The day I turned 16, the Great Emir Ahmed Nasir Buthrupalli won the elections in India.
In China, the communist regime had fallen years ago to the hands of the extreme nationalist Great Chinese Liberation Army and his General, Mei Wan Lo, the first female ruler of the, now called, Free Land of China. Free in name only, since it had merely swapped the tone of the speech.
Russia was little more than Moscow, since the Siberian Democratic Republic had fought the Great European War, with the help of the Kingdom of Allah, former Afghan, Egypt, Iran, Iraq, Kazakhstan, Pakistan,Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and some ten other smaller nations, winning it's independence at the promise of doing nothing to prevent the future invasion of the Kingdom of Allah.
France, Germany and Italy had joined forces with Russia, only to fall too. France from the inside, turning into the First Colony of the Kingdom of Allah. Germany had been invaded from two sides, and fell, becoming the Second Colony. Italy had lost Sicily to Greece, and the north to the First Colony.
England had lost Ireland and Scotland, but it still had Wales, and was trying to stay away from all the wars. The Great Emit however, had promised that England would fall under the rule of India.
When the wars began, on my fathers marriage day, Spain tried the invasion of Portugal, but 5 years after the guerrilla wars began, the Spanish army retreated to fight on the other side, against the First Colony.
In Africa, the central countries united to become the African Muslim Union, two years before I was born, and began invading the surrounding countries. Portugal went to the help of it's former colonies, as did the Netherlands.
At the days of the coronation of the Great Emir, when he became Emperor of the Indian Oceanic Empire, Africa was divided between the Great Fifth Empire of Portugal, the Trading Nation of Netherlands, the AMU and the I.O.E. .
I was 20 at the time, and I was one of those that celebrated the election of the Last President of The United States.
When the wars began in Europe and Asia, the US were struggling with Mexico and the South American Coalition of Communist Republics, formed by almost every country of South America : Mexico and Uruguay, although allies on the war against the northern continent, did not joint the SACCR.
Canada was one of the very few countries still at peace, and it was there I was born and raised. I left it for the US at age 17, to work in Pierre, South Dakota. When Mexico got to Nebraska I returned here, to my mother's house. I was here when the US fell into the hands of the SACCR, losing the S, when Switzerland became the World Bank Country, the first sovereign enterprise country, when the Fifth Portuguese Empire conquered the Trading Nations of the Netherlands, and when, 10 years later, the AMU fell at their hands too. I was still here, when, in the year my youngest son turned 10, the Free Nation of China conquered the remains of Russia, Japan and Oceania, in one single month. Millions of soldiers marching out, and stopping at nothing.
And now, I'm still here, ready to finally let go of my life. I came into the icy desert to get away from all the wars, still raging. The Canadian border changes every year, and I stopped trying to understand which country owns which land. 4 years ago, the nuclear crisis threatened the world again, but after the destruction of half Antarctica, a demonstration of power by the Emperor of the IOE, the remaining nations signed yet again a nuclear disarming protocol. I grow tired of all this. Science is stagnated, the only investigation is in weapons, each time more powerful more deadly... Maybe this will never change, maybe this what mankind really is : a war loving species...
I'm sorry son, I've been talking for too long... All I really wanted to say was that you deserve better. You deserved peace, and maybe you will never see it... Sorry for bringing you into this world, and remember : if there is something you can do to help it all end, do it. I will rest now...
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Short Entries 3 to 13
Short Entry 3 - Happy Couple
They smiled at each other and kissed, the sun setting on the horizon, the sand and the sea playing at their feet.
At first they hated each other, him being the accusation lawyer of her orphanage's landlord in the reapropitiation of the building. But after they fought in court and grew on each other out of it, he had made sure that the landlord lost the case, and after proving that he had illegal business going on somewhere, he even succeed in making her rightful owner of the orphanage.
After all they had been trough, finally they were together and no power in this world could stop their love.
Unfortunately, the Bilbongians were not from this world. Not even from this galaxy. They were just passing by, but decided to stop and refill the Hydrogen tanks, once they saw the oceans.
After scanning for Gurf-Waves and not finding them, they knew no intelligent life forms existed, for how can a living being be intelligent without radiating Gurf-Waves? So they found a geostationary orbit over earth, then lowered the giant tubes, sucked 10.000 gallons of sea water to the conversion tanks, use the tubes to get rid of excess minerals and fish, and finally got going, not one earth-hour after they'd stop.
In retrospect, the damage was minimal. Only two dead people, a unlucky couple that was watching the sunset on the beach, crushed by the huge tubes...
Short Entry 4 - Daily Chores Board
"Whose day is it today?" - The captain wasn't looking happy, the dirty sock in his hand. The crew was silent, looking at each other, and then at the captain.
"Fine, if nobody is going to say anything, I'll check the board." - The captain turned his back on them and pressed a small button on the wall - "Computer, give me the daily chores board on the crew quarters".
On the wall, next to the button, a table appeared, with a name and a chore for each of the crew members, a big blinking "Thursday - 12- 03 - 2743" on top.
The captain quickly pressed the button again, making the board dissipate into the wall, and turned to the crew :
"Ok, this time I'll let it slide. But next time there will be punishment."
The captain turned his back on the crew members and left. As soon as the door closed, Martha, the Science Officer asked Ben - "Whose day was it to pick up the laundry anyway? I didn't get a chance to see."
"Jack Hearth, Captain." - Ben answered, laughing out loud.
Short Entry 5 - Dying Happy
He was not her friend, not her lover, not from her family. He hardly knew her. They had shared a elevator only a couple of times, and that was it. When the announcement came, they were both going up, he from a meeting, she from a cigarette.
The announcement was aired trough all the speakers in the building, and panic ensued :
"This is a Public Service Announcement : the world will end in five minutes. I repeat, the world will end in five minutes."
He felt the elevator stopping, and saw that she had pressed the button, and was looking at him.
"Married?"
"Ahn... No..."
"Girlfriend? A special someone?"
"I'd wish."
"Want to give the security guards a nice show for a goodbye gift?"
That was how he died happy, one of the very few to.
Short Entry 6 - Summon
"Stop! I shall do it." - They were about to do it, and she stood there, between them, a smile in her lips, the pointy teeth barely noticeable. Her long nails pointed at them, one hand pointing to the naked guy another to the one dressed in the once-white toga.
"Now, slowly, you " - The toga wearing men shivered under her look - "step back and sit next to the wall."
He did as was ordered and she turned to the naked one - "You, dress up first." - He picked his skirt from the floor and put it on.
"Better. Now, step back, sit next to the wall." - He did it, and they were now each one in one side of the room, her in the middle, the black pants glued to her legs and the sweaty white t-shirt loose on her torso. Her hair waved, although there was no wind inside, and her eyes closed for a second, the air growing heavier, time slowing down and the room seemed to shrink.
They sat there, scared, and she grabbed the knife from the floor, still smiling. Before their eyes she started dancing while cutting her wrists and letting the blood fall on the table in front of her, filling the engravings.
Once the star was all bloody, she order the cuts to stop bleeding and then took a step back and started chanting "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".
Short Entry 7 - The Beating
"It's never the money, you bloody fool!" - He said before he hit him again - "If it was the money you'd be dead by now." - another punch, to the stomach, this one - "What I want is far more valuable than money" - to the face - "What I want money can't buy." - This one broke a tooth - "What I want you for"- a knee to the side of his head - " is so much better than money" - now a elbow to the other side, followed by a left hook - "so much harder to find that money," - a slap, with back of his hand - "so, so, so, so, so, so much more valuable" - with each 'so' another slap, and another punch with the 'valuable' - "than your stinkin' "- a kick on the shins - "bloody" - boot to the knee - "F@CK#NG" - heel between the legs - "MONEY!" - punch to the nose.
His voice was blood soaked and his words were barely unintelligible when he asked - "then what? What do you want?"
The other took a step back before answering - "Nothing, I'm just kidding with you." - And then he started laughing - " You should see the look on your face! Priceless!" - He then turned his back on the prisoner, exited the van and snap his fingers. Two men, big as walls, pushed the van off the cliff and he screamed : "I wanted REVENGE! And revenge I've had."
Short Entry 8 - Old Book
The book I hold in my hands is old. As old as the time, some say, but I don't believe them. The language it is written is one I cannot identify. The very runes that form the words are unknown to me. Yet, I know what it says. As soon as I look into a line I know what it says, I can hear the odd words inside my mind "Calsh Awn Nadwiht Thun Ilca", I understand the meaning and my body is suddenly cold, a shiver down my spine, a fear I cannot control. The book tells a tale of Gods and Devils, of angels and demons, of men and monsters.
It is the last written words of the last survivor of a mighty race. They fought against the Devil, against the demons, against monsters and lost.
The Gods abandoned them, and in a castle, the last man wrote down this words and then jumped out of the highest window, screaming the words that begin and end the book "Calsh Awn Nadwiht Thun Ilca", "Thus dies the last of the humans".
Short Entry 9 - Useless Anna
Anna was useless. She couldn't cook, she couldn't do math, she couldn't iron a shirt, she barely knew how to read, she couldn't even use a vacuum cleaner.
Yet she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning to the point of having caused physical pain to men that dared a glance at her face. Her body was her one and only asset, and she took really good care of it. She'd done high school with the help of the poor geek kid of the week, that would help her just for a chance to touch her leg, bellow the knee. In college she had to kiss a few of her nerds, kids were older and wanted more, but still she finished her major in something even her didn't remember anymore.
She got a job, one of those "sit there and look pretty" kind of job.
Anna had very strict ideas about dating. One boyfriend at a time, for no less than 3 weeks and no more than 6. It had been like that ever since she'd gotten out of college. They were always rich, good looking and not very bright. She couldn't stand intelligent men with their smart questions and hard-to-follow talks... She rather have a dumb piece of meat, as she called every single one of them, a guy that would either be giving her what she wanted or watching the football on the television. The first, and only time she broke her rules was the day her boyfriend, a dumb son of a white trash family that had gotten lucky, broke up with her. He ordered her to go an make food and when she said she would not and she could not, he started screaming her uselessness , and hitting her. Anna died in the hospital the night after, alone. Her boyfriend was sentenced to prison, and is still there, being some drug dealer's little bitch.
Short Entry 10 - Commanding Officer's responsibility
Why would he do that? What reason could have possessed him to do me such a thing? 5000 men in a squad, 500 squads in a battalion, 50 battalions in a army, 5 armies in this battle. More men than the mind can consider, and all of them with one objective only : to slaughter the enemy, to destroy their houses, to kill the kids, the men, the elderly. To rape and destroy, both physically as mentally all the women. Yet on that second, he did THAT to me, Sergeant Beta 337 of the 377th squad of the 37th battalion of the 3rd army of the 7th Legion of Mankind. My brothers, in arms and cradle, were not affected, just me. I know he did it, the Commander in Chief, the only being in the galaxy able of keeping track of all of the 625 000 000 of us. He choose me, seconds before the battle, and whispered in my intercom :
"you will be the sole survivor".
How would 1 men, and not even a special one, survive a battle that would kill 624 999 999 men? The Legion began to march, slowly, towards the enemy. On the plains bellow, hundreds of thousands of Guulds awaited, their proto-plasmic riffles ready, their faceless heads slightly dropped to the left, as always.
As soon as the first squads reached firing distance the AK-347 riffles began singing their song of death, and Guulds fell, only to be replaced by more. Soon the enemy began firing back, the proto-plasmic rays killing four, five, six, ten soldiers in one shot.
By the time I reached the front line, bodies were everywhere, human and guuld, equal in death, blood both red and yellow flooded the battle field, making it hard for us to walk.
After hours of endless shooting, I had barricaded myself behind a pile of bodies, stealing ammo from my dead comrades and killing guuld without even looking to see how many.
When I felt the enemy riffle on my back, I dropped my AK-347, raised my arms and turned slowly.
One of my own squad colleagues, a brother of my blood, raised in the same clonephanage as I had been. his face showed pain and pity, and he cried as he asked forgiveness - "He made me do it! The Commander made me do it!". In my mind one though alone : Why would he lie to me?
Now that my brain as been uploaded as the next Commander in Chief, I understand. The planet Capri-7 was lost way before the battle. All of us, the 7th Legion, were doomed. And the responsibility always falls on the Commanding Officer's shoulders. So all that was to do in that cursed planet was to court martial the commandant and elect a new one. Lucky for me, the previous Commander's random number generator had a fondness for numbers 3 and 7.
Short Entry 11 - Survivor
Menyo was the only one to return. Leonara, always the big girl, ready for a fight, ready for anything, died on their first raid. She went running into the enemy lasers, laughing maniacally and dispatched a full squad before falling. Pello was the last one to go, only one week before the beginning of the return trip. They had boarded a small planet, Earth-like vegetation on a planet almost half the size of earth, with a gravity of 3.4Gs. The senior officers had discussed the implications among them for a full week, the grunts serving them having grown overly tired of hearing them mutter "Illogical" "Unreasonable" "Impossible". The scans showed no signs of known forms of life more grown than bacteria, and a huge power source inside the planet. A 10 men squad was deployed, Pello was commanding officer, Menyo, Arth, Luthen, Rulla, Margoth, Garrinos, Hudder, Jung and Ferria were the rest of the squad.
After they had traveled 250 miles into the hearth of the forest they reached the great cave, their first destination. Menyo, Rulla and Ferria stayed at the entrance, on the control post. The rest went down on the tunnel. The tunnel opened into a cave and in the cave there were the first beings they found on the planet : three legged robots, with a cylindrical torso. The automatons appeared to have no eyes nor sensors, for they continued to walk around the chamber, occasionally stopping to take floor samples. Pello ordered his men not to engage and they went into the other side of the chamber. A huge lift was there, with two buttons, a arrow facing up on the left one and a arrow facing down on the right one. the positioned themselves on the center of the lift, back with back and down they went. The trip took 20 earth-minutes, but on the control post they lost communications after 5. Ferria was walking around in circles, smoking NCC's one after the other. Menyo just sat there, waiting for a signal from the rest of the party. 48 minutes after they had lost the signal, the biometrics for 3 members appeared on screen : Pello, Margoth and Jung. Their hearth rate was accelerated, like if they were running. The radio came a few seconds after :. "retreat to the ship, I repeat retreat to the ship!". the girls unmounted the control post and run in the ships direction. When they were waiting on the entry deck, Pello and Jung came running, and behind them came a strange robot. 3 legged also, but instead of a cylindrical torso, he had a cube and extending from each face, a blade. Pello tripped, turned to face the robot and fired a full clip before being chopped to pieces. The ship's defensive lasers destroyed the lone robot, but Jung warned them there were more inside the core of the planet. Many, many, many more. The huge power source was not a engine nor something of the kind. It was the conglomerate power sources of all the robots.
The senior officers needed only five minutes to decide what to do with the planet : nuke it from orbit. It was the only way to be sure.
Menyo wandered off the ship, after landing on earth, a pack of Chocoberries on her hand and tears on her eyes...
Short Entry 12 - Little Sister and Big Brother
"Little sister, I need your help". As always this was all he said on the phone. She knew exactly what to do. Dressing up, tying her shoes like he'd taught him to do "The bunny jumps, the bunny runs inside the cave" and all that. She'd still hum the song while doing it : force of habit. When she was ready she looked at the mirror, her eye was swelling down and the scar on the shoulder was almost unnoticeable. Her brother was needing her help more often than the usual this last few days, business must not be going right. She shook her head : none of my concern. Big brother knows what he does.
She exited the door and there he was, faithful Joe. Joe had been to preschool with her brother. And then on middle school and high school. He was always there for her brother, and whenever she was needed, faithful Joe would come to her house, wait for her to get ready, kiss her hand with a small bow, and take her to her brother in his car.
Her brother smiled when she arrived : "Come little sister. You see that man there? He's been doing things he should not do... Will you help him see the errors in his ways?"
She did. She always did what her big brother asked, and he was always proud of her in the end.
Short Entry 13 - Tim and Jim
"Tim! They are dying! We need to help them Tim!" - His brother laughed and patted him on the back - "Jim, Jim, I know they are dying. I'm the one killing them."
They stood there, two brothers, one arm over the others shoulder, watching the explosions die and the fires spreading.
"See Jim? They doubted me. They accused me of stealing, of not wanting the better for them now they die. All of them."
"Tim are you fucking crazy? My wife is there! Fuck, I need to get to my wife!"
Tim slapped his brother - "Language!" - and snapped his fingers. One of the grunts came and grabbed Jim, holding him in place.
"When this is over, all this city will be ours. Two brothers ruling over the city that shunned us."
"Ruling over what Tim? Ashes and ruins? Is that what you want? To be the king of ashes? Let me go, damned. I won't go down there. It's too late."
Tim snapped his fingers again and Jim was free. Moving faster than even he tough possible, he grabbed the gun of the closest grunt and pointed at his brother.
"Jim, why would you do that? You have nothing to win."
Jim smiled and said "Neither have I anything to lose."
He shot his brother on the leg, but the grunts weren't so considerate : they shot Jim in the chest and in the head.
They smiled at each other and kissed, the sun setting on the horizon, the sand and the sea playing at their feet.
At first they hated each other, him being the accusation lawyer of her orphanage's landlord in the reapropitiation of the building. But after they fought in court and grew on each other out of it, he had made sure that the landlord lost the case, and after proving that he had illegal business going on somewhere, he even succeed in making her rightful owner of the orphanage.
After all they had been trough, finally they were together and no power in this world could stop their love.
Unfortunately, the Bilbongians were not from this world. Not even from this galaxy. They were just passing by, but decided to stop and refill the Hydrogen tanks, once they saw the oceans.
After scanning for Gurf-Waves and not finding them, they knew no intelligent life forms existed, for how can a living being be intelligent without radiating Gurf-Waves? So they found a geostationary orbit over earth, then lowered the giant tubes, sucked 10.000 gallons of sea water to the conversion tanks, use the tubes to get rid of excess minerals and fish, and finally got going, not one earth-hour after they'd stop.
In retrospect, the damage was minimal. Only two dead people, a unlucky couple that was watching the sunset on the beach, crushed by the huge tubes...
Short Entry 4 - Daily Chores Board
"Whose day is it today?" - The captain wasn't looking happy, the dirty sock in his hand. The crew was silent, looking at each other, and then at the captain.
"Fine, if nobody is going to say anything, I'll check the board." - The captain turned his back on them and pressed a small button on the wall - "Computer, give me the daily chores board on the crew quarters".
On the wall, next to the button, a table appeared, with a name and a chore for each of the crew members, a big blinking "Thursday - 12- 03 - 2743" on top.
The captain quickly pressed the button again, making the board dissipate into the wall, and turned to the crew :
"Ok, this time I'll let it slide. But next time there will be punishment."
The captain turned his back on the crew members and left. As soon as the door closed, Martha, the Science Officer asked Ben - "Whose day was it to pick up the laundry anyway? I didn't get a chance to see."
"Jack Hearth, Captain." - Ben answered, laughing out loud.
Short Entry 5 - Dying Happy
He was not her friend, not her lover, not from her family. He hardly knew her. They had shared a elevator only a couple of times, and that was it. When the announcement came, they were both going up, he from a meeting, she from a cigarette.
The announcement was aired trough all the speakers in the building, and panic ensued :
"This is a Public Service Announcement : the world will end in five minutes. I repeat, the world will end in five minutes."
He felt the elevator stopping, and saw that she had pressed the button, and was looking at him.
"Married?"
"Ahn... No..."
"Girlfriend? A special someone?"
"I'd wish."
"Want to give the security guards a nice show for a goodbye gift?"
That was how he died happy, one of the very few to.
Short Entry 6 - Summon
"Stop! I shall do it." - They were about to do it, and she stood there, between them, a smile in her lips, the pointy teeth barely noticeable. Her long nails pointed at them, one hand pointing to the naked guy another to the one dressed in the once-white toga.
"Now, slowly, you " - The toga wearing men shivered under her look - "step back and sit next to the wall."
He did as was ordered and she turned to the naked one - "You, dress up first." - He picked his skirt from the floor and put it on.
"Better. Now, step back, sit next to the wall." - He did it, and they were now each one in one side of the room, her in the middle, the black pants glued to her legs and the sweaty white t-shirt loose on her torso. Her hair waved, although there was no wind inside, and her eyes closed for a second, the air growing heavier, time slowing down and the room seemed to shrink.
They sat there, scared, and she grabbed the knife from the floor, still smiling. Before their eyes she started dancing while cutting her wrists and letting the blood fall on the table in front of her, filling the engravings.
Once the star was all bloody, she order the cuts to stop bleeding and then took a step back and started chanting "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".
Short Entry 7 - The Beating
"It's never the money, you bloody fool!" - He said before he hit him again - "If it was the money you'd be dead by now." - another punch, to the stomach, this one - "What I want is far more valuable than money" - to the face - "What I want money can't buy." - This one broke a tooth - "What I want you for"- a knee to the side of his head - " is so much better than money" - now a elbow to the other side, followed by a left hook - "so much harder to find that money," - a slap, with back of his hand - "so, so, so, so, so, so much more valuable" - with each 'so' another slap, and another punch with the 'valuable' - "than your stinkin' "- a kick on the shins - "bloody" - boot to the knee - "F@CK#NG" - heel between the legs - "MONEY!" - punch to the nose.
His voice was blood soaked and his words were barely unintelligible when he asked - "then what? What do you want?"
The other took a step back before answering - "Nothing, I'm just kidding with you." - And then he started laughing - " You should see the look on your face! Priceless!" - He then turned his back on the prisoner, exited the van and snap his fingers. Two men, big as walls, pushed the van off the cliff and he screamed : "I wanted REVENGE! And revenge I've had."
Short Entry 8 - Old Book
The book I hold in my hands is old. As old as the time, some say, but I don't believe them. The language it is written is one I cannot identify. The very runes that form the words are unknown to me. Yet, I know what it says. As soon as I look into a line I know what it says, I can hear the odd words inside my mind "Calsh Awn Nadwiht Thun Ilca", I understand the meaning and my body is suddenly cold, a shiver down my spine, a fear I cannot control. The book tells a tale of Gods and Devils, of angels and demons, of men and monsters.
It is the last written words of the last survivor of a mighty race. They fought against the Devil, against the demons, against monsters and lost.
The Gods abandoned them, and in a castle, the last man wrote down this words and then jumped out of the highest window, screaming the words that begin and end the book "Calsh Awn Nadwiht Thun Ilca", "Thus dies the last of the humans".
Short Entry 9 - Useless Anna
Anna was useless. She couldn't cook, she couldn't do math, she couldn't iron a shirt, she barely knew how to read, she couldn't even use a vacuum cleaner.
Yet she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning to the point of having caused physical pain to men that dared a glance at her face. Her body was her one and only asset, and she took really good care of it. She'd done high school with the help of the poor geek kid of the week, that would help her just for a chance to touch her leg, bellow the knee. In college she had to kiss a few of her nerds, kids were older and wanted more, but still she finished her major in something even her didn't remember anymore.
She got a job, one of those "sit there and look pretty" kind of job.
Anna had very strict ideas about dating. One boyfriend at a time, for no less than 3 weeks and no more than 6. It had been like that ever since she'd gotten out of college. They were always rich, good looking and not very bright. She couldn't stand intelligent men with their smart questions and hard-to-follow talks... She rather have a dumb piece of meat, as she called every single one of them, a guy that would either be giving her what she wanted or watching the football on the television. The first, and only time she broke her rules was the day her boyfriend, a dumb son of a white trash family that had gotten lucky, broke up with her. He ordered her to go an make food and when she said she would not and she could not, he started screaming her uselessness , and hitting her. Anna died in the hospital the night after, alone. Her boyfriend was sentenced to prison, and is still there, being some drug dealer's little bitch.
Short Entry 10 - Commanding Officer's responsibility
Why would he do that? What reason could have possessed him to do me such a thing? 5000 men in a squad, 500 squads in a battalion, 50 battalions in a army, 5 armies in this battle. More men than the mind can consider, and all of them with one objective only : to slaughter the enemy, to destroy their houses, to kill the kids, the men, the elderly. To rape and destroy, both physically as mentally all the women. Yet on that second, he did THAT to me, Sergeant Beta 337 of the 377th squad of the 37th battalion of the 3rd army of the 7th Legion of Mankind. My brothers, in arms and cradle, were not affected, just me. I know he did it, the Commander in Chief, the only being in the galaxy able of keeping track of all of the 625 000 000 of us. He choose me, seconds before the battle, and whispered in my intercom :
"you will be the sole survivor".
How would 1 men, and not even a special one, survive a battle that would kill 624 999 999 men? The Legion began to march, slowly, towards the enemy. On the plains bellow, hundreds of thousands of Guulds awaited, their proto-plasmic riffles ready, their faceless heads slightly dropped to the left, as always.
As soon as the first squads reached firing distance the AK-347 riffles began singing their song of death, and Guulds fell, only to be replaced by more. Soon the enemy began firing back, the proto-plasmic rays killing four, five, six, ten soldiers in one shot.
By the time I reached the front line, bodies were everywhere, human and guuld, equal in death, blood both red and yellow flooded the battle field, making it hard for us to walk.
After hours of endless shooting, I had barricaded myself behind a pile of bodies, stealing ammo from my dead comrades and killing guuld without even looking to see how many.
When I felt the enemy riffle on my back, I dropped my AK-347, raised my arms and turned slowly.
One of my own squad colleagues, a brother of my blood, raised in the same clonephanage as I had been. his face showed pain and pity, and he cried as he asked forgiveness - "He made me do it! The Commander made me do it!". In my mind one though alone : Why would he lie to me?
Now that my brain as been uploaded as the next Commander in Chief, I understand. The planet Capri-7 was lost way before the battle. All of us, the 7th Legion, were doomed. And the responsibility always falls on the Commanding Officer's shoulders. So all that was to do in that cursed planet was to court martial the commandant and elect a new one. Lucky for me, the previous Commander's random number generator had a fondness for numbers 3 and 7.
Short Entry 11 - Survivor
Menyo was the only one to return. Leonara, always the big girl, ready for a fight, ready for anything, died on their first raid. She went running into the enemy lasers, laughing maniacally and dispatched a full squad before falling. Pello was the last one to go, only one week before the beginning of the return trip. They had boarded a small planet, Earth-like vegetation on a planet almost half the size of earth, with a gravity of 3.4Gs. The senior officers had discussed the implications among them for a full week, the grunts serving them having grown overly tired of hearing them mutter "Illogical" "Unreasonable" "Impossible". The scans showed no signs of known forms of life more grown than bacteria, and a huge power source inside the planet. A 10 men squad was deployed, Pello was commanding officer, Menyo, Arth, Luthen, Rulla, Margoth, Garrinos, Hudder, Jung and Ferria were the rest of the squad.
After they had traveled 250 miles into the hearth of the forest they reached the great cave, their first destination. Menyo, Rulla and Ferria stayed at the entrance, on the control post. The rest went down on the tunnel. The tunnel opened into a cave and in the cave there were the first beings they found on the planet : three legged robots, with a cylindrical torso. The automatons appeared to have no eyes nor sensors, for they continued to walk around the chamber, occasionally stopping to take floor samples. Pello ordered his men not to engage and they went into the other side of the chamber. A huge lift was there, with two buttons, a arrow facing up on the left one and a arrow facing down on the right one. the positioned themselves on the center of the lift, back with back and down they went. The trip took 20 earth-minutes, but on the control post they lost communications after 5. Ferria was walking around in circles, smoking NCC's one after the other. Menyo just sat there, waiting for a signal from the rest of the party. 48 minutes after they had lost the signal, the biometrics for 3 members appeared on screen : Pello, Margoth and Jung. Their hearth rate was accelerated, like if they were running. The radio came a few seconds after :. "retreat to the ship, I repeat retreat to the ship!". the girls unmounted the control post and run in the ships direction. When they were waiting on the entry deck, Pello and Jung came running, and behind them came a strange robot. 3 legged also, but instead of a cylindrical torso, he had a cube and extending from each face, a blade. Pello tripped, turned to face the robot and fired a full clip before being chopped to pieces. The ship's defensive lasers destroyed the lone robot, but Jung warned them there were more inside the core of the planet. Many, many, many more. The huge power source was not a engine nor something of the kind. It was the conglomerate power sources of all the robots.
The senior officers needed only five minutes to decide what to do with the planet : nuke it from orbit. It was the only way to be sure.
Menyo wandered off the ship, after landing on earth, a pack of Chocoberries on her hand and tears on her eyes...
Short Entry 12 - Little Sister and Big Brother
"Little sister, I need your help". As always this was all he said on the phone. She knew exactly what to do. Dressing up, tying her shoes like he'd taught him to do "The bunny jumps, the bunny runs inside the cave" and all that. She'd still hum the song while doing it : force of habit. When she was ready she looked at the mirror, her eye was swelling down and the scar on the shoulder was almost unnoticeable. Her brother was needing her help more often than the usual this last few days, business must not be going right. She shook her head : none of my concern. Big brother knows what he does.
She exited the door and there he was, faithful Joe. Joe had been to preschool with her brother. And then on middle school and high school. He was always there for her brother, and whenever she was needed, faithful Joe would come to her house, wait for her to get ready, kiss her hand with a small bow, and take her to her brother in his car.
Her brother smiled when she arrived : "Come little sister. You see that man there? He's been doing things he should not do... Will you help him see the errors in his ways?"
She did. She always did what her big brother asked, and he was always proud of her in the end.
Short Entry 13 - Tim and Jim
"Tim! They are dying! We need to help them Tim!" - His brother laughed and patted him on the back - "Jim, Jim, I know they are dying. I'm the one killing them."
They stood there, two brothers, one arm over the others shoulder, watching the explosions die and the fires spreading.
"See Jim? They doubted me. They accused me of stealing, of not wanting the better for them now they die. All of them."
"Tim are you fucking crazy? My wife is there! Fuck, I need to get to my wife!"
Tim slapped his brother - "Language!" - and snapped his fingers. One of the grunts came and grabbed Jim, holding him in place.
"When this is over, all this city will be ours. Two brothers ruling over the city that shunned us."
"Ruling over what Tim? Ashes and ruins? Is that what you want? To be the king of ashes? Let me go, damned. I won't go down there. It's too late."
Tim snapped his fingers again and Jim was free. Moving faster than even he tough possible, he grabbed the gun of the closest grunt and pointed at his brother.
"Jim, why would you do that? You have nothing to win."
Jim smiled and said "Neither have I anything to lose."
He shot his brother on the leg, but the grunts weren't so considerate : they shot Jim in the chest and in the head.
Friday, 20 August 2010
Entry 15 - NonAnthropomorphicPolis
I have just returned from one of the strangest links out there, NonAnthropomorphicPolis. Just like the name says, there isn't one single human shaped human there.
Every other kind of shape exists, though. I met this sweet little girl that had assumed the form of a giant slug. "This way I always have a good excuse for being late" - she told me. One old man chose to look like a Ent, and his younger wife was a rose, growing from his bark.
I went there to find a lost kid, that had ran away from home. I had no luck, and I was getting ready to leave the link when I saw a little food stand. I was a bit hungry at the time, and they had this huge tuna sandwich I couldn't resist. I payed the half cat half bear waitress and sat down on a bench I later found out was a poet, when he started reciting poetry.
A green owl came to rest at my lap, and started talking to me :
"You are still anthropomorphic, friend."
"I hope I'll still be when I get home, friend"
"You don't wish to dive on the mutation pool and change shape?"
"No, I just want to eat this huge tuna sandwich in peace and go home."
"That's no tuna sandwich! That's little Tony Vich!"
"Tony Vich? Antonhy Mark Vich?"
"Yes, I recon that's his full name, why?"
Tony was the little kid I went there to search, and so I shook him until he woke up
"Hey, stop shakin' me dude!"
"Tony, I'm here to take you home."
"What if I don't want to go home?"
"Do you want to be a mutant tuna sandwich for the rest of your life then? It will be a short life, I'm hungry as hell, and I rather tell your mother I didn't find you than to take you to her in this shape!"
After a while, I convinced the green owl that little Tony had ran away from home, and that his mother was looking for him, and so the green owl help me convince Tony to dive into the mutation pool again.
His mother was really really happy to see her son again. She was however sad that little Tony's father had died a few years back, and so she had no money to pay me.
I wasn't that much sad about it...
Every other kind of shape exists, though. I met this sweet little girl that had assumed the form of a giant slug. "This way I always have a good excuse for being late" - she told me. One old man chose to look like a Ent, and his younger wife was a rose, growing from his bark.
I went there to find a lost kid, that had ran away from home. I had no luck, and I was getting ready to leave the link when I saw a little food stand. I was a bit hungry at the time, and they had this huge tuna sandwich I couldn't resist. I payed the half cat half bear waitress and sat down on a bench I later found out was a poet, when he started reciting poetry.
A green owl came to rest at my lap, and started talking to me :
"You are still anthropomorphic, friend."
"I hope I'll still be when I get home, friend"
"You don't wish to dive on the mutation pool and change shape?"
"No, I just want to eat this huge tuna sandwich in peace and go home."
"That's no tuna sandwich! That's little Tony Vich!"
"Tony Vich? Antonhy Mark Vich?"
"Yes, I recon that's his full name, why?"
Tony was the little kid I went there to search, and so I shook him until he woke up
"Hey, stop shakin' me dude!"
"Tony, I'm here to take you home."
"What if I don't want to go home?"
"Do you want to be a mutant tuna sandwich for the rest of your life then? It will be a short life, I'm hungry as hell, and I rather tell your mother I didn't find you than to take you to her in this shape!"
After a while, I convinced the green owl that little Tony had ran away from home, and that his mother was looking for him, and so the green owl help me convince Tony to dive into the mutation pool again.
His mother was really really happy to see her son again. She was however sad that little Tony's father had died a few years back, and so she had no money to pay me.
I wasn't that much sad about it...
Thursday, 22 July 2010
entry 9beta
Once, Arthur told me that he'd met Allison Gore and that she had written this on a paper napkin :
He then put the napkin back into his wallet and said :
"You see, this is the beginning of the theory behind my Quantum Entanglement and also her HiperLink Company. She had no more space here, so I never found out the rest..."
Public Hiperlink(Hiperlink oldH, VariableArray varAr){
this = oldH;
set(this.Inventor,varAr[0]);
set(this.age, varAr[1]);
for( int i = 0 ; i lessThan varAr[1] ; i++ , this.age++ ){
if( i == ( this.age - this.Inventor.age ) ){
this.Inventor.createObject();
}
this.CalendarYear[i] = this.performYear(i);
}
return this;
}
public CalendarYear performYear(int year){
if ( year == this.yearOfInvention ){
new Hiperlink Hh(this, randomizeVars());
He then put the napkin back into his wallet and said :
"You see, this is the beginning of the theory behind my Quantum Entanglement and also her HiperLink Company. She had no more space here, so I never found out the rest..."
Friday, 9 July 2010
entry 2 - the wedding
Baleoth smiled with his eyes and grabbed her leftmost tentacle : "My dearest.. I love you. Your perfectly triangular, red eyes... red of passion! Your soft, long green fur, the color of blood... Your delicate touch, the way you hug me with all six tentacles, as if nothing else in the world is worth having... Your beak, the way you run it trough my skin.. I love you dearest, and I will yell at the Gods if they take you away from me!"
"Oh, Baleoth... And I love you too... I love your perfect body and your perfect mind, I love even your name... Baleoth... I love your name in my taste-glands, acid and cold... I want to lay your eggs, and sit on them for months... I long for the short beaks of our sons to break the eggshell and to see those small eyes looking at us.. Oh Baleoth I love you so"
The priest beak open and closed in a fast smile, a sign of joy and emotion. He rose all four of his free tentacles and read from the Book of Life :
"The Gods made the Neoumans to be above themselves. The Gods gave us Life and Love, and from Love we make more Life."
He made a short pause, smiled once more and then continued :
"In Love and for Life I pronounce you both as a Nest. May you cherish and flourish in it".
"Oh, Baleoth... And I love you too... I love your perfect body and your perfect mind, I love even your name... Baleoth... I love your name in my taste-glands, acid and cold... I want to lay your eggs, and sit on them for months... I long for the short beaks of our sons to break the eggshell and to see those small eyes looking at us.. Oh Baleoth I love you so"
The priest beak open and closed in a fast smile, a sign of joy and emotion. He rose all four of his free tentacles and read from the Book of Life :
"The Gods made the Neoumans to be above themselves. The Gods gave us Life and Love, and from Love we make more Life."
He made a short pause, smiled once more and then continued :
"In Love and for Life I pronounce you both as a Nest. May you cherish and flourish in it".
Thursday, 8 July 2010
a drabble to begin
-Child, don't you dare look at me like that!
-Father, you should know by now that we don't stop.
-Child, I warn you. Daughter or no daughter, I'll have your blood.
-Come on and try.
The body was found later that week, blood everywhere. He was a
man in his early 30s. The location of the wounds would suggest he
was killed by a small person with a knife.
The apparent size of such person is consistent with the 4 year
old missing daughter.
-Father, you should know by now that we don't stop.
-Child, I warn you. Daughter or no daughter, I'll have your blood.
-Come on and try.
The body was found later that week, blood everywhere. He was a
man in his early 30s. The location of the wounds would suggest he
was killed by a small person with a knife.
The apparent size of such person is consistent with the 4 year
old missing daughter.
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