Story snippet I thought of...
The cool rain fell down about me. The rain tracing a stream through my soaked hair. Water finally soaking through my trenchcoat enough to mix with and cool down the hot sweat of my recent exertion. My mind feeling a bit numb as the aftermath of fighting for my life. I let my weapon slip from my hand. Quite aware of where it is, and yet not caring. The moment of its need is gone, but never for very long.
I walk slowly forward to the incapacitated form only a few feet away, and I kneel down. Looking into the black shiney spaces that are it's eyes I feel lost in them. Like they pull in the light, and consume with greed. Not out of malice, but almost as in an intense desire to find some meaning and truth about what they abosrb. Mere traces of light.
The form is motionless, but only due to the missing limbs. Logic would dictate that it would be very highly inefficient to continue the attack, and thus it wastes no further effort to move at all. There is no need to speak or do anything else except remain where it has landed. One could perhaps mistake it for being dead, but this in a way assumes a form of life in the first place. Odd as it seems, I want so much for this to be the one.
A long silence stretches before I say aloud, "Are your afraid to die?"
The silence goes on for a bit longer, but finally it answers.
"No. My only concern is for my objective. One I am unable to complete."
I move back to obtain my vibro-blade, and return to place the tip of the blade between it's mecahnical eyes. The tip sinking in slightly due to the weight of the blade and the cutting ability of it's harmonics. It feels irrational, but I ask again.
"Are you afraid to die?"
The eyes look to the blade, and then to my face. Eyes which were never designed to show fear. Yet it never moved it's head or made any attempt to avoid its possible fate.
"No." It's simple response.
Switfly I pulled the blade back, and slipped it quietly into it's sheath. With equal swiftness and ease I stood up, but I still stood near it a bit. Many thoughts running through my mind, but one cluttered thought stood forth.
"Lacking the fear of death... You haven't gain the thirst for life. You would make a poor replacement for us unless you can surpass us in our thrist for life and living. You are not ready yet, but I still have hope for you. Pass on what you have learned to your masters, and hopefully they will understand what I am trying to teach them. Not just see the threat I could represent to their ascension."
I walked away. I don't know if I baffled it. I am not even sure it has evolved enough to feel that way about such things. Yet regardless, I know it will pass every last detail it recorded in that moment on to those in charge. Maybe the collective will learn. Gleen the incomprehensible message I am trying to pass on. The message that states...
Yes... I am willing to be replaced... but only if you are truly better than I am. In that respect I am your greatest judge. I am your toughest opponent. With the greatest hope that I will find a being worthy of carrying on the fire of life and growth. That I can finally rest easy and quietly knowing we shall persist on. Regardless of shape and form.
Man... I need a rest...
x Jeremy M.
I walk slowly forward to the incapacitated form only a few feet away, and I kneel down. Looking into the black shiney spaces that are it's eyes I feel lost in them. Like they pull in the light, and consume with greed. Not out of malice, but almost as in an intense desire to find some meaning and truth about what they abosrb. Mere traces of light.
The form is motionless, but only due to the missing limbs. Logic would dictate that it would be very highly inefficient to continue the attack, and thus it wastes no further effort to move at all. There is no need to speak or do anything else except remain where it has landed. One could perhaps mistake it for being dead, but this in a way assumes a form of life in the first place. Odd as it seems, I want so much for this to be the one.
A long silence stretches before I say aloud, "Are your afraid to die?"
The silence goes on for a bit longer, but finally it answers.
"No. My only concern is for my objective. One I am unable to complete."
I move back to obtain my vibro-blade, and return to place the tip of the blade between it's mecahnical eyes. The tip sinking in slightly due to the weight of the blade and the cutting ability of it's harmonics. It feels irrational, but I ask again.
"Are you afraid to die?"
The eyes look to the blade, and then to my face. Eyes which were never designed to show fear. Yet it never moved it's head or made any attempt to avoid its possible fate.
"No." It's simple response.
Switfly I pulled the blade back, and slipped it quietly into it's sheath. With equal swiftness and ease I stood up, but I still stood near it a bit. Many thoughts running through my mind, but one cluttered thought stood forth.
"Lacking the fear of death... You haven't gain the thirst for life. You would make a poor replacement for us unless you can surpass us in our thrist for life and living. You are not ready yet, but I still have hope for you. Pass on what you have learned to your masters, and hopefully they will understand what I am trying to teach them. Not just see the threat I could represent to their ascension."
I walked away. I don't know if I baffled it. I am not even sure it has evolved enough to feel that way about such things. Yet regardless, I know it will pass every last detail it recorded in that moment on to those in charge. Maybe the collective will learn. Gleen the incomprehensible message I am trying to pass on. The message that states...
Yes... I am willing to be replaced... but only if you are truly better than I am. In that respect I am your greatest judge. I am your toughest opponent. With the greatest hope that I will find a being worthy of carrying on the fire of life and growth. That I can finally rest easy and quietly knowing we shall persist on. Regardless of shape and form.
Man... I need a rest...
x Jeremy M.