To Live and Die For, for grey_sw
Title: To Live and Die For
Author: theastolat
Summary: Scar contemplates life and death and rebirth
Characters: Scar
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: 100001 by grey_sw
Functions; things I can do, the extent and limitations of my being. Suddenly I am aware of each and every one of them. Suddenly I understand what they are for. I understand what it is to understand all this about myself. An instant, perfect being.
When I try to think of what came before this I think of soft and wet and cold.
Soft, like the tubing and grey matter inside me. Wet, like the liquids fuelling me. Cold, like the space surrounding me.
The voice told me to learn and die. Before I can think what that means there is a ship, smaller and paler than me, and it flashes. Something happens to me. Something I don’t have words for until they come from the Voice. Pain. Death. Resurrection.
I don’t remember much of the process except for soft and wet and cold. My new body is different. I feel something again I don’t have words for, but the voice won’t give me any.
I’m supposed to kill the small pale ships. While I wait with my brothers in the eyrie I decide I’m going to be better than them. I’m going to kill more pale ships. I’m not going to let the pale ships kill me.
But they do. A lot. But I have been created with the ability to overcome death. To me an inconvenience. To Them the end of all they know. What I know downloads into a new body when I die. Me, perfectly retained.
One hundred and ten. It should not have taken me that many waves before hitting one of Them with my guns. I don’t even kill it. It gets away. Then one of Them kills me.
Weep not, little one. They dodge, as you do. Think ahead, think as he is you and you are he and we are all together. Aim not where he is, but where you would be if you were he!
Good advice. With it I make my first kill.
I am so happy. This is what I was born for. This is what I live and what I die for.
So what will I do when I’ve killed them all?
Author: theastolat
Summary: Scar contemplates life and death and rebirth
Characters: Scar
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: 100001 by grey_sw
Functions; things I can do, the extent and limitations of my being. Suddenly I am aware of each and every one of them. Suddenly I understand what they are for. I understand what it is to understand all this about myself. An instant, perfect being.
When I try to think of what came before this I think of soft and wet and cold.
Soft, like the tubing and grey matter inside me. Wet, like the liquids fuelling me. Cold, like the space surrounding me.
The voice told me to learn and die. Before I can think what that means there is a ship, smaller and paler than me, and it flashes. Something happens to me. Something I don’t have words for until they come from the Voice. Pain. Death. Resurrection.
I don’t remember much of the process except for soft and wet and cold. My new body is different. I feel something again I don’t have words for, but the voice won’t give me any.
I’m supposed to kill the small pale ships. While I wait with my brothers in the eyrie I decide I’m going to be better than them. I’m going to kill more pale ships. I’m not going to let the pale ships kill me.
But they do. A lot. But I have been created with the ability to overcome death. To me an inconvenience. To Them the end of all they know. What I know downloads into a new body when I die. Me, perfectly retained.
One hundred and ten. It should not have taken me that many waves before hitting one of Them with my guns. I don’t even kill it. It gets away. Then one of Them kills me.
Weep not, little one. They dodge, as you do. Think ahead, think as he is you and you are he and we are all together. Aim not where he is, but where you would be if you were he!
Good advice. With it I make my first kill.
I am so happy. This is what I was born for. This is what I live and what I die for.
So what will I do when I’ve killed them all?