Welcome to my hell/ fall of the 1st gen. angles
Authors note: What's up? This is try number 2 for me. I think it is better. Enjoy! (My spelling sucks, sorry)
Don't own, not mine...
Well I guess it's about time to begin, but where to begin? I could start at the beginning, but that would take forever. No, I'll start the day that my life really began, the day that the incident occurred. The day I met her.
Who am I? I have been called many things, by many people. My real name has long been forgotten in the river of time, and very little of it is left. What is in a name, though? As Shakespear so eloquently put it, 'that which we call a rose, by nay other name, would smell as sweet'. I guess you'll need to know what others call me though, it could be more confusing then it needs be. My new assumed name is John. I have no last, it is pointless to make one, I tend to change it more frequently then most change their underwear.
So now for the second part, where am I? I am in my mind, but my physical self is sitting in the sunshine café. That was in the city that humans call Tokyo three, and known to second gen. as the promised land. No land held any promise for me any more, nor was I there to cause any harm. I was there because that is where I was. I was also there to observe. 6 months ago I had heard of a UN project that used half bred angles, to save the human world. I was eager to see ths new, great, killing machine that man had made.
I have lived in the city for 3 weeks now, working the grave yard shift at the cemetery. The job is quite, the people are friendly, and I enjoy the solitude. I am left alone, and I prefer it that way, just to have everyone ignor me, it makes my true purpose easer. The cemetery itself reminds me of the fact of all of mans great creations and achievements will, ' returned into sand, vanish from my hand, left me blindly hear to stand but still not sleeping,' Bob Dylan wrote those words. It's funny, you humans can produce such beautiful things, and then such horrible atrocities, but now I am getting ahead of myself. In any case that verse, and others from that author, have become my theme song, a musical compilation I used to define myself.
So, now here I sit, at 12 in the afternoon. I don't have work today, it's Saturday and because of this the café is more full then usual. I have come in here every day at 12 for a cup of some hot liquid sustenance and a sandwich. The owner and I have talked on this and that, mostly politics. He is a rather conserved sort, who is most concerned with the economy, his owning a small company and all, God bless him. He is a rather poor busisnus man, selling his wears for cheap and giving left over food to the homeless, but he has wealth beyond measure in his soul. He has 2 kids and a grad child, and if allowed I am thoroughly convinced he would talk on there positive attributes for eternity. He is jamming today, but does afford me with a rather friendly smile, before turning back to his counter.
Then it happened, finally. The alarm sounded and everyone got up and started heading for their shelters. The voice announced all the safety first, orderly fashion crap that no one pays any attention to. Everyone was rushing out of the café, trying to outwit death again, trying to outrun his cold steel. Not understanding that when he wanted them, he would take them, without any question. They couldn't escape death, just as I couldn't escape my fate. I neatly folded the cross word I had been working on and got up, taking my coffee with me. As I walked out, I watched and marveled at the humans accomplishments. I watched 3 giant robots type things with, shit, what do you people call it... I think it's AD field or AG field, something like that, emerge out of the ground, much as you emerged from the primordial soup. It was like the city was giving birth. Opposite them stood the second gen. They called these things angles, and they were technically right, I was still rather discussed though. God had redone things completely in my absence. It was a long time since I laid eyes on one of my brothers, and I felt sick at the sight of him.
He stood far too tall, and was terrible weak. He was so bad he was about to get beat by humans. Whatever, if he is dead then fuck him, one more down. Besides it's not my fight. I haven't fought anyone or anything since that fateful day, but again I am getting ahead of myself.
The battle that ensued, if you could rightly call it that, was beautiful. It was more reminiscent of a dance, each of them knowing the steps. They fought on for nothing, against any unbeatable foe, not the angle, not even God, they fought against death. The one true constant. In any case, the destruction that was being shown was beautiful. It was not the classic beauty, like a clear sky, but it was purity. They were all acting because this was the nature, fate and the universe itself had brought them together to fight like this, and they had the same inexplicable beauty that a raging storm has. It is it's purity that set's it apart.
In the back of my mind, I slowly became aware of a voice that was saying something to me, probably 'what is wrong with you!?' Oh well, let the Lilith flee to their dilutions of security, I will stand here, and watch. I was also becoming aware, as only first gens could, of everything happening on the field. I was hearing every pain and futile cry to an apathetic god. I heard every prayer, and every word of support muttered by the citizenry, to help their gallant fighters. I heard the fighters themself, saw there faces.
And here lies my mistake. It was quite on ascendent, but as I regarded one, how do you say...pilot, I think, I was struck by a memory. It was a time long scene dead, in an age long since recorded in history books, and meaningless. But it was real to me. As real as the day I lived it. It was around the 4 crusade. Catholics showing their love by killing Muslims. In any case, I was near Jerusalem at that time, just drifting. A kind hearted women took me in and fed me. Her husband had died and she was left with 2 sons and a daughter to care for. The sons were off in the fields, trying to make ends meat, but the daughter, who was 3 or 4, was there. She was the most innocent soul I had ever encountered in all my travels, throughout my long life. Her eyes were as pure and blue as the sky, and I think she had never hurt a fly, intentionally. I left that day, thanking them,, and plained to go to the fallen city to 'borrow' from their treasury. You people are so happy to receive the shinny metal you call gold, I never quite grasped that concept. In any case, I wanted to show my gratitude. When I got back, the village had been slaughtered. I found that girl's head, rammed through a pike. Her one I had fallen out, due to rought, but the other still contained the same look of innocence. I did something I had never done before. Even after my loss of paradise, I had not shed tears, but they came freely now. It was then I realized just what we had done, and I have never forgave myself for that, never.
In any case, the pilot who was in the big red robot, had the same eyes. Her's seemed more dull and less vibrant and she had a burden upon her soul, yet she still retained that purity. I am not sure what makes people more good or less good, but she had that rare quality. It was then I realized that they were probably going to lose. This was a powerful second gen.. I, I couldn't bare to have another eye look at me the way that girls did from so many years ago. The image transcended both time and distance, and haunted my soul. I would not let her die again, it sounded weird, but I would avenge her. I am still not sure how saving this person, would help me bear my burden, but I had stop thinking, I simply acted.
And so I did something I hadn't done in over 4 eons, I powered up....
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" Another AT field detected!!"
" What, where?! Is it an..."
" Confirmed, it's an angle, though this one is strange.."
" How so??!!"
" It is resinating at a different speed, and, we can't triangulate the new angles location..."
" This is bad..."
Authors note: What's up? This is try number 2 for me. I think it is better. Enjoy! (My spelling sucks, sorry)
Don't own, not mine...
Well I guess it's about time to begin, but where to begin? I could start at the beginning, but that would take forever. No, I'll start the day that my life really began, the day that the incident occurred. The day I met her.
Who am I? I have been called many things, by many people. My real name has long been forgotten in the river of time, and very little of it is left. What is in a name, though? As Shakespear so eloquently put it, 'that which we call a rose, by nay other name, would smell as sweet'. I guess you'll need to know what others call me though, it could be more confusing then it needs be. My new assumed name is John. I have no last, it is pointless to make one, I tend to change it more frequently then most change their underwear.
So now for the second part, where am I? I am in my mind, but my physical self is sitting in the sunshine café. That was in the city that humans call Tokyo three, and known to second gen. as the promised land. No land held any promise for me any more, nor was I there to cause any harm. I was there because that is where I was. I was also there to observe. 6 months ago I had heard of a UN project that used half bred angles, to save the human world. I was eager to see ths new, great, killing machine that man had made.
I have lived in the city for 3 weeks now, working the grave yard shift at the cemetery. The job is quite, the people are friendly, and I enjoy the solitude. I am left alone, and I prefer it that way, just to have everyone ignor me, it makes my true purpose easer. The cemetery itself reminds me of the fact of all of mans great creations and achievements will, ' returned into sand, vanish from my hand, left me blindly hear to stand but still not sleeping,' Bob Dylan wrote those words. It's funny, you humans can produce such beautiful things, and then such horrible atrocities, but now I am getting ahead of myself. In any case that verse, and others from that author, have become my theme song, a musical compilation I used to define myself.
So, now here I sit, at 12 in the afternoon. I don't have work today, it's Saturday and because of this the café is more full then usual. I have come in here every day at 12 for a cup of some hot liquid sustenance and a sandwich. The owner and I have talked on this and that, mostly politics. He is a rather conserved sort, who is most concerned with the economy, his owning a small company and all, God bless him. He is a rather poor busisnus man, selling his wears for cheap and giving left over food to the homeless, but he has wealth beyond measure in his soul. He has 2 kids and a grad child, and if allowed I am thoroughly convinced he would talk on there positive attributes for eternity. He is jamming today, but does afford me with a rather friendly smile, before turning back to his counter.
Then it happened, finally. The alarm sounded and everyone got up and started heading for their shelters. The voice announced all the safety first, orderly fashion crap that no one pays any attention to. Everyone was rushing out of the café, trying to outwit death again, trying to outrun his cold steel. Not understanding that when he wanted them, he would take them, without any question. They couldn't escape death, just as I couldn't escape my fate. I neatly folded the cross word I had been working on and got up, taking my coffee with me. As I walked out, I watched and marveled at the humans accomplishments. I watched 3 giant robots type things with, shit, what do you people call it... I think it's AD field or AG field, something like that, emerge out of the ground, much as you emerged from the primordial soup. It was like the city was giving birth. Opposite them stood the second gen. They called these things angles, and they were technically right, I was still rather discussed though. God had redone things completely in my absence. It was a long time since I laid eyes on one of my brothers, and I felt sick at the sight of him.
He stood far too tall, and was terrible weak. He was so bad he was about to get beat by humans. Whatever, if he is dead then fuck him, one more down. Besides it's not my fight. I haven't fought anyone or anything since that fateful day, but again I am getting ahead of myself.
The battle that ensued, if you could rightly call it that, was beautiful. It was more reminiscent of a dance, each of them knowing the steps. They fought on for nothing, against any unbeatable foe, not the angle, not even God, they fought against death. The one true constant. In any case, the destruction that was being shown was beautiful. It was not the classic beauty, like a clear sky, but it was purity. They were all acting because this was the nature, fate and the universe itself had brought them together to fight like this, and they had the same inexplicable beauty that a raging storm has. It is it's purity that set's it apart.
In the back of my mind, I slowly became aware of a voice that was saying something to me, probably 'what is wrong with you!?' Oh well, let the Lilith flee to their dilutions of security, I will stand here, and watch. I was also becoming aware, as only first gens could, of everything happening on the field. I was hearing every pain and futile cry to an apathetic god. I heard every prayer, and every word of support muttered by the citizenry, to help their gallant fighters. I heard the fighters themself, saw there faces.
And here lies my mistake. It was quite on ascendent, but as I regarded one, how do you say...pilot, I think, I was struck by a memory. It was a time long scene dead, in an age long since recorded in history books, and meaningless. But it was real to me. As real as the day I lived it. It was around the 4 crusade. Catholics showing their love by killing Muslims. In any case, I was near Jerusalem at that time, just drifting. A kind hearted women took me in and fed me. Her husband had died and she was left with 2 sons and a daughter to care for. The sons were off in the fields, trying to make ends meat, but the daughter, who was 3 or 4, was there. She was the most innocent soul I had ever encountered in all my travels, throughout my long life. Her eyes were as pure and blue as the sky, and I think she had never hurt a fly, intentionally. I left that day, thanking them,, and plained to go to the fallen city to 'borrow' from their treasury. You people are so happy to receive the shinny metal you call gold, I never quite grasped that concept. In any case, I wanted to show my gratitude. When I got back, the village had been slaughtered. I found that girl's head, rammed through a pike. Her one I had fallen out, due to rought, but the other still contained the same look of innocence. I did something I had never done before. Even after my loss of paradise, I had not shed tears, but they came freely now. It was then I realized just what we had done, and I have never forgave myself for that, never.
In any case, the pilot who was in the big red robot, had the same eyes. Her's seemed more dull and less vibrant and she had a burden upon her soul, yet she still retained that purity. I am not sure what makes people more good or less good, but she had that rare quality. It was then I realized that they were probably going to lose. This was a powerful second gen.. I, I couldn't bare to have another eye look at me the way that girls did from so many years ago. The image transcended both time and distance, and haunted my soul. I would not let her die again, it sounded weird, but I would avenge her. I am still not sure how saving this person, would help me bear my burden, but I had stop thinking, I simply acted.
And so I did something I hadn't done in over 4 eons, I powered up....
_____________________________________________________________________________
" Another AT field detected!!"
" What, where?! Is it an..."
" Confirmed, it's an angle, though this one is strange.."
" How so??!!"
" It is resinating at a different speed, and, we can't triangulate the new angles location..."
" This is bad..."