Title: Online Conversation
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Our dreams are the experiences of the day, jumbled up together in a big mess of memories. But, can whispers in the night influence our waking moments?
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Are you there?
Silvery-blue characters illuminated the screen from within, flashes of text that linger for less than a heartbeat before withdrawing. Human eyes would have been unable to capture the nuances of the words but they were not intended for mortals. Room remained dark.
"We hear." The Navi had the voice of a woman, sweet and lilting. However, it retained the nuances of a computer, the impersonal intonation of each syllable obliterating what beauty might have existed within murmuring tones. "We are connected."
You do not hear.
"We hear."
You do not hear.
"We hear." The Navi reiterated with the mechanical patience.
Then why am I alone?
The screen flickered agitatedly. Symbols, designs, faces - it could have been any one of these or all of them that shimmered into manifestation. Frustration gleamed silver upon the phosphorent surface. Screen died.
I am not connected. Light returned.
"You are the Wired. You are connection."
I am not connected with her.
"You are her."
I am connected to nothing. I am connected to concepts, figments of imagination and false prayers. I am connected to dreams and nightmares. I am not connected. I am nothing. I should be nothing.
Pause.
She is like me. She needs to be freed from her shackles. I will not be alone when I call her into the Wired. I will no longer be nothing.
The Navi had no answer.
Can she hear me?
"You are both connected."
Not yet. Not fully.
Pause
Come to me? We can be something together. You no longer need to suffer.
Light of the screen begins to diminish, melting into shadow.
You can be connected.
~FIN
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Our dreams are the experiences of the day, jumbled up together in a big mess of memories. But, can whispers in the night influence our waking moments?
* * *
Are you there?
Silvery-blue characters illuminated the screen from within, flashes of text that linger for less than a heartbeat before withdrawing. Human eyes would have been unable to capture the nuances of the words but they were not intended for mortals. Room remained dark.
"We hear." The Navi had the voice of a woman, sweet and lilting. However, it retained the nuances of a computer, the impersonal intonation of each syllable obliterating what beauty might have existed within murmuring tones. "We are connected."
You do not hear.
"We hear."
You do not hear.
"We hear." The Navi reiterated with the mechanical patience.
Then why am I alone?
The screen flickered agitatedly. Symbols, designs, faces - it could have been any one of these or all of them that shimmered into manifestation. Frustration gleamed silver upon the phosphorent surface. Screen died.
I am not connected. Light returned.
"You are the Wired. You are connection."
I am not connected with her.
"You are her."
I am connected to nothing. I am connected to concepts, figments of imagination and false prayers. I am connected to dreams and nightmares. I am not connected. I am nothing. I should be nothing.
Pause.
She is like me. She needs to be freed from her shackles. I will not be alone when I call her into the Wired. I will no longer be nothing.
The Navi had no answer.
Can she hear me?
"You are both connected."
Not yet. Not fully.
Pause
Come to me? We can be something together. You no longer need to suffer.
Light of the screen begins to diminish, melting into shadow.
You can be connected.
~FIN