---ZO'OR: FINAL CONFLICT---
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC character (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
2
BIRTHDAY
{Pain. Discomfort. Sight. Color. What.}
When I was birthed there were people of science all over the place, waiting. I could see them from behind the transparent skin of my parent, Da'an, who writhed in pain over the birthing bed; his pangs rendered myself conscious, I saw moving figures between the filaments of blue and white energy light that tied me to my parent. Some of those figures came nearer, they spoke to Da'an ordering him to let go off me. ''...the child becomes the pain,'' they said in my hissed language, ''the pain will become your death...'' Only one person touched my parent, I recognized him as the one who fed me with his energy, my parent's mate; ''release the pain,'' he was saying softly to my parent while delicately caressing his bare chest with his hands, I felt his energy comforting my parent. Da'an borrowed strenght from his mate to do what was had to be done. At that moment, I didn't get to understand why Da'an was pushing me out of him, I felt panic as one by one my physical connections to him snapped off, the pressure to get me out ripped myself from him. Still on panic, I looked up and saw a light source surrounded by a wide metalic circular disk above us, I fixed my sight there to see the reflection of the lively lighted naked body of my parent lying with his limbs spreaded and his mate touching him while hissing encoragement; I was a ball of white light being pushed out, my essence-- which seemed much like iluminated liquid silicone--tried to slip back to the womb, but the last filament of energy holding me broke away as I fell into a kind of container.
{Fear. Loneliness. Light. Cold. Help.}
I watched the motion of mechanic arms moving over the bed to inject my parent with long needles, his heavy breathing ceased gradually. I was taken, still on that container, further away from him, to some kind of a niche; they were preparing me to enter some kind of...
...'stasis'...
{What. Fear. You.}
I became aware of myself at that moment, my body was shifting from an amorphic ball of liquid energy to a defined Taelon baby. I was still inside that round container, screaming myself out; somebody was carrying me around- -I sensed from him the idea behind the concept 'stasis', though I didn't understand what it was to become contained, paralitic, comatose for an undetermined amount of time; I was going to be imprisoned, suspended, folded, so alone I could not notice my existence-- ...and I sensed from the one who carried me an intense bad feeling...
''Shhhaa'Braaahhh!!'' the one holding me let me fall to the floor.
''Mit'gai!'' said another, so loud I could ear it pounding inside of me, his reprimands to the other so clear and disturbing. ''Shiiihh'Sher'asshhh Tarahdohhh...''
{Pain. Confusion.}
My parent's mate ran to my aid, as he felt he was all right to touch me as I was also his offspring. I felt he was angry at the one who let me fall to the floor; his familiar hands took the broken stuff which pillowed my head away, lifted me up to comfort me.
{Help. Warmth.}
As he took me away from those two, one of whose displayed to the other some kind of a burn over the chest section of his exocovering: ''Shaqaravahhh,'' he said. I felt my parent's mate stop his way to the comfort I was craving for. He took my still little hand on his and looked at its palm, there was some sort of light coming out of it, that light held the properties of my original energy self, I felt it as normal as 'me', yet it caused a conmotion over all present. I felt hordes coming towards me, I felt them as trying to take something out from inside of me; my parent's mate shielded me against them, his presence too heavy upon me, dense and suffocating, he closed himself off from the ones who wanted to take me, and showed me on a hint of apparent privacy how to get in touch with Da'an---the psyche I 'knew' better, who talked to me often and pulsed elaborated lullabies on his energy current to my very core.
I finally reached Da'an, I sensed him fatigued, his essence faint and moody, I had never experienced him like that before, yet I didn't care and I plunged into him as he was all I wanted, all my universe, all I loved, all my self.
{Satisfaction.}
Even through the presence of my parent's mate and my inmersion into Da'an, I could sense dissaproval. I chose to believe they were not happy with the results from their efforts to contain me, they fail to put me into stasis. Some of them even blame Da'an for it, he was young after all; it appears Da'an wasn't strong enough to resist the pain, his meditation exercises served him nothing, he failed to keep me unconscious, and now it was dangerously cruel to oblige me to enter stasis.
I heard someone come up to my parent's mate and say ''The stasis procedure must continue'' in a polite manner; the hand who fed me blocked his way to me while I still searched for Da'an's conscious essence: ''It is too late,'' he concluded.
''Are you against the desings of the Synod?''
''The Synod has ruled that all birthings pertaining to the flux of current time must subdue to stasis due to the decreasing core energy factor. The energy and physical essences of the new birthed will be collected and stored in stasis thus saving our core energy reserves until we meet resolution to end this problem. The new born shall be awaken gradually, according to the demands of the Commonality...'' my parent's mate rendered as if reciting a solemn mantra. ''However, the Synod's decision was based on the natural unconsciosness of children newly birthed; our children were not supposed to be conscient of their contained fate at the time of their schism from their parents' bodies, my mate's child became aware of himself in relation to this plane of reality even before he completed his birthing stage...''
''Even so,'' I listened to what Mit'gai said after recieving healing for the mild burn by another member of his cast, ''we must perform the stasis procedure on Da'an's child, as well as with all others. Da'an failed to contain his pain this time, he was so distracted in the affairs of his cast that almost forgot his duty to his species...''
Mit'gai was silenced in a woosh. Some members of the Synod appeared throughout a datastream current. It was fascinating for me to see them arrive as pure forms of dancing energy lights; I was in awe staring to the beauty of their forms.
{Fascination. Beauty. Them.}
One of those echelons of brigthness and beauty spoke ''It is the decision of the Synod that Da'an's offspring shall be spared from stasis. Conscious birthings are rare, yet they always open ways to interesting desings. We shall guide this child so we can learn from him as a whole.''
''We are humbled by the Synod's decision,'' Mit'gai said; ''we shall abide.''
''We feel grateful for the Synod's wise resolution.'' As soon as those beautiful creatures of light desappeared, my parent's mate took my physical form to Da'an, putting myself over his chest: ''Here is Perfection, Da'an,'' he said softly.
''...yes...'' Da'an answered with an affected whisper, ''...Splendid Perfection...''
{Emotion. Desire.}
My parents' body felt very good, the way in which his energy vibrated a certain kind of wave I felt from him was very pleasing. Da'an felt like home; Da'an was my home--all I needed. I laid over him staring at his inner beauty until my form streched and outgrew him; my cheeks caresing his smoothly slick transparent skin, his energy pulsing under me. I reached my hight over him, embracing him, wishing I could be inside him again...
{Satisfaction. Tranquility.}
I opened my eyes and saw everybody staring back at me, smiling. My mind was overwhelmed with the throbbing presence of a miriad of welcomes. The gates of the Commonality were opened wide for me. I felt a sudden rush that made me blush all over, my parent blushed simultaneusly.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
Is it worth the time spent?
Next: A brief meeting between The-One and Zo'or.
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC character (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
2
BIRTHDAY
{Pain. Discomfort. Sight. Color. What.}
When I was birthed there were people of science all over the place, waiting. I could see them from behind the transparent skin of my parent, Da'an, who writhed in pain over the birthing bed; his pangs rendered myself conscious, I saw moving figures between the filaments of blue and white energy light that tied me to my parent. Some of those figures came nearer, they spoke to Da'an ordering him to let go off me. ''...the child becomes the pain,'' they said in my hissed language, ''the pain will become your death...'' Only one person touched my parent, I recognized him as the one who fed me with his energy, my parent's mate; ''release the pain,'' he was saying softly to my parent while delicately caressing his bare chest with his hands, I felt his energy comforting my parent. Da'an borrowed strenght from his mate to do what was had to be done. At that moment, I didn't get to understand why Da'an was pushing me out of him, I felt panic as one by one my physical connections to him snapped off, the pressure to get me out ripped myself from him. Still on panic, I looked up and saw a light source surrounded by a wide metalic circular disk above us, I fixed my sight there to see the reflection of the lively lighted naked body of my parent lying with his limbs spreaded and his mate touching him while hissing encoragement; I was a ball of white light being pushed out, my essence-- which seemed much like iluminated liquid silicone--tried to slip back to the womb, but the last filament of energy holding me broke away as I fell into a kind of container.
{Fear. Loneliness. Light. Cold. Help.}
I watched the motion of mechanic arms moving over the bed to inject my parent with long needles, his heavy breathing ceased gradually. I was taken, still on that container, further away from him, to some kind of a niche; they were preparing me to enter some kind of...
...'stasis'...
{What. Fear. You.}
I became aware of myself at that moment, my body was shifting from an amorphic ball of liquid energy to a defined Taelon baby. I was still inside that round container, screaming myself out; somebody was carrying me around- -I sensed from him the idea behind the concept 'stasis', though I didn't understand what it was to become contained, paralitic, comatose for an undetermined amount of time; I was going to be imprisoned, suspended, folded, so alone I could not notice my existence-- ...and I sensed from the one who carried me an intense bad feeling...
''Shhhaa'Braaahhh!!'' the one holding me let me fall to the floor.
''Mit'gai!'' said another, so loud I could ear it pounding inside of me, his reprimands to the other so clear and disturbing. ''Shiiihh'Sher'asshhh Tarahdohhh...''
{Pain. Confusion.}
My parent's mate ran to my aid, as he felt he was all right to touch me as I was also his offspring. I felt he was angry at the one who let me fall to the floor; his familiar hands took the broken stuff which pillowed my head away, lifted me up to comfort me.
{Help. Warmth.}
As he took me away from those two, one of whose displayed to the other some kind of a burn over the chest section of his exocovering: ''Shaqaravahhh,'' he said. I felt my parent's mate stop his way to the comfort I was craving for. He took my still little hand on his and looked at its palm, there was some sort of light coming out of it, that light held the properties of my original energy self, I felt it as normal as 'me', yet it caused a conmotion over all present. I felt hordes coming towards me, I felt them as trying to take something out from inside of me; my parent's mate shielded me against them, his presence too heavy upon me, dense and suffocating, he closed himself off from the ones who wanted to take me, and showed me on a hint of apparent privacy how to get in touch with Da'an---the psyche I 'knew' better, who talked to me often and pulsed elaborated lullabies on his energy current to my very core.
I finally reached Da'an, I sensed him fatigued, his essence faint and moody, I had never experienced him like that before, yet I didn't care and I plunged into him as he was all I wanted, all my universe, all I loved, all my self.
{Satisfaction.}
Even through the presence of my parent's mate and my inmersion into Da'an, I could sense dissaproval. I chose to believe they were not happy with the results from their efforts to contain me, they fail to put me into stasis. Some of them even blame Da'an for it, he was young after all; it appears Da'an wasn't strong enough to resist the pain, his meditation exercises served him nothing, he failed to keep me unconscious, and now it was dangerously cruel to oblige me to enter stasis.
I heard someone come up to my parent's mate and say ''The stasis procedure must continue'' in a polite manner; the hand who fed me blocked his way to me while I still searched for Da'an's conscious essence: ''It is too late,'' he concluded.
''Are you against the desings of the Synod?''
''The Synod has ruled that all birthings pertaining to the flux of current time must subdue to stasis due to the decreasing core energy factor. The energy and physical essences of the new birthed will be collected and stored in stasis thus saving our core energy reserves until we meet resolution to end this problem. The new born shall be awaken gradually, according to the demands of the Commonality...'' my parent's mate rendered as if reciting a solemn mantra. ''However, the Synod's decision was based on the natural unconsciosness of children newly birthed; our children were not supposed to be conscient of their contained fate at the time of their schism from their parents' bodies, my mate's child became aware of himself in relation to this plane of reality even before he completed his birthing stage...''
''Even so,'' I listened to what Mit'gai said after recieving healing for the mild burn by another member of his cast, ''we must perform the stasis procedure on Da'an's child, as well as with all others. Da'an failed to contain his pain this time, he was so distracted in the affairs of his cast that almost forgot his duty to his species...''
Mit'gai was silenced in a woosh. Some members of the Synod appeared throughout a datastream current. It was fascinating for me to see them arrive as pure forms of dancing energy lights; I was in awe staring to the beauty of their forms.
{Fascination. Beauty. Them.}
One of those echelons of brigthness and beauty spoke ''It is the decision of the Synod that Da'an's offspring shall be spared from stasis. Conscious birthings are rare, yet they always open ways to interesting desings. We shall guide this child so we can learn from him as a whole.''
''We are humbled by the Synod's decision,'' Mit'gai said; ''we shall abide.''
''We feel grateful for the Synod's wise resolution.'' As soon as those beautiful creatures of light desappeared, my parent's mate took my physical form to Da'an, putting myself over his chest: ''Here is Perfection, Da'an,'' he said softly.
''...yes...'' Da'an answered with an affected whisper, ''...Splendid Perfection...''
{Emotion. Desire.}
My parents' body felt very good, the way in which his energy vibrated a certain kind of wave I felt from him was very pleasing. Da'an felt like home; Da'an was my home--all I needed. I laid over him staring at his inner beauty until my form streched and outgrew him; my cheeks caresing his smoothly slick transparent skin, his energy pulsing under me. I reached my hight over him, embracing him, wishing I could be inside him again...
{Satisfaction. Tranquility.}
I opened my eyes and saw everybody staring back at me, smiling. My mind was overwhelmed with the throbbing presence of a miriad of welcomes. The gates of the Commonality were opened wide for me. I felt a sudden rush that made me blush all over, my parent blushed simultaneusly.
*********
Good? Bad? Fair?
Is it worth the time spent?
Next: A brief meeting between The-One and Zo'or.