-INFESTED-
-J CAE-
A/N: First attempt at a SC fic. It is not SC accurate since it's been soooo long since I've played it and I've already lost the game manual. But couldn't resist writing this...I'm just using the setting and some particular units for this story. Nope. Starcraft still doesn't belong to me.
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I opened my eyes to infinite darkness.
The breath of death coiled all around me, stirring the desert dust at my feet. I did not feel the wind upon me. Only the chill. But it was not unpleasant. Rather, I welcomed its iciness to cool down my core contraption that had worn and began to meltdown.
Is it not funny how much more clearly I could see in the dark?
The once prosperous city where I once made my home had turned into nothing but dirt. Those from my tribe fled while they could, abandoning their dwellings and all their principles. I did not fault them. No. They were cowards who knew no honour and therefore held no blameworthiness.
In my heart sounded rejoices that the Zerg were winning the war. Oh yes. How could I not bask in their victory, their brilliance?
Terrans were thoughtless, gutless creatures. They saw naught of the greater goal ahead of them and foolishly groped for easy means to prosper. They lied and cheated, stole and begged. When Death swept upon them, they grovelled for their lives! Cowards!
Perhaps it had also been too long since I remembered who I was.
I gritted my teeth in distaste.
Once a mindless fool like them! How despicable!
I had to spit out my past like sputum so cloudy and unclean, curse it, stomp on it, and yet it would still return to haunt me once in a while.
Why? Why was I born a human? Why?
When the Zerg took us out in armed encounter, I was a hapless adjutant, trapped in the command centre, trying frantically to fix the damaged defence shield. I did not know a Hydralisk had crept up behind me. I heard myself scream as its blade penetrated through my brain--I was screaming from fear, shame and expected pain. But I never even felt a sore.
The next thing I remember was being trapped in a cocoon filled with green neon liquids. But I was not drowning--because I no longer needed to breathe. I kept on hearing my own name called, but I looked around to see no one.
And then, I lifted my gaze to see a single eye hanging over my sky, glaring at me so carefully as if it was sizing me up, memorizing my strength and weakness for further reference.
"My dear child, you like to build machines, do you not?" it asked.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I had no voice. I was a fleshless spirit, suspended in void ether.
"You will become what you...created."
Its voice rang in my head, louder and clearer than any sound I thought possible. Almost majestic¡KAnd that was the moment when I relinquished my soul to the Eye...
To the Overmind.
A/N
Short for an intro, I know. This isn't my usual line of work...I write WarCraft fics (and you're definitely welcome to go check them out), but am currently trying to get a life and find something else to get obsessed with.
