---ZO'OR: FINAL CONFLICT---
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
3
THE LIGHT OVER ZO'OR AS HE LAID DOWN
There will be no need for you to tell me anything about your persona, Zo'or; I know enough. And what I don't care to know I simply ignore it as if it doesn't exist to YOUR reality. Let see: who was your great-grand parent?
''...''
See? What that means is that I don't care about who your great-grand parent was; therefore, it does not exist, it never did.
Yet, I love to sit down beside your recliner and listen to you telling me soapy stories of your life, how could we call it?: The Pathetic Rise to the Top by 'Splendid Perfection'. I never cease to be amazed by your parent choice of names for his offspring. Your parent dared to call you 'Splendid'Perfection', Zo'or, and I know you think your name to be some kind of a cruel joke, since you have believed yourself not to be 'splendid' nor a 'perfect' Companion; nevertheless, you had to give some meaning to the label your parent attached to you...
...and that is the reason why you are here before me, borrowed for your brief planar state reality to another outside of that continuum you think you know, Taelon. I have chosen you.
Let me explain to you how this going to work. You'd have secret desires you crave to realize, and you have responsabilities you must fulfill. Ask me about how we are going to solve the core energy crisis...
''And how do you... plan to end this crisis? Do you posses the means to attain what has always eluded the advansed Taelon genius?''
If by that you are meaning to ask me if I know the secret formula to core energy... damn it along with your great-grand parent. Ha ha ha ha ha. Yet I posses a reliable subtitute. You know? I really like when you smirk, your mouth forms a heart shape, even when you're out of façade. And I like your eyes, specially when you have play your leadership poorly, they move left to right and left and up and flicker, and then stay: it appears your brethen loved to hit your nerve hard. And I like your nose, it flares along with your heavy breathing. And I like the soft bumps at the back of your head... oh yeah, touch them for me... I like your hands, they are so elegant and beautiful... have you use them often?
''Do not touch me.''
I don't like your teeth though. What have you done to them? Perfecting the art of mascarading behind a handsome human façade? Congratulations, but I'll hold to my opinion.
''My... ! How dare you to mess with my image?!''
I'll tell you why I love your teeth to be crooked: you look younger, fresher, desirable. I love your body features, I love your body essence: it will do good to me. What will not be good to any of us is that you surrender to stasis--and I am glad you despise that idea--, or that you embrace the the Void as the Lover you've unconsciously sought--not to mention that death has been a lover to almost everybody, including your enemies, those that will be waiting for you to throw you into perpetual exile, there are entities there waiting for you too--... Ah, beautiful! Your eyes move around, your breathing starts, your fingers flutter... you are scared, and you shake like a dry leaf abandoned to the mercy of a soft wind, that is me. I will make you fly...
''Enough of this... nonsense. What is this place? Who are you? What is your purpose?''
You are in my keep, Zo'or: I am the source of your salvation. As for what do I want, let say that I want... you. Listen to this for I am going to say it just once and I want you to understand it, because if you are unable to I can well put you back on your lotus chair and forget about your pathetic station, I will abandom you to your benighted destiny as being erased from this universe you have chosen to ilegally trespass: you'll be cast into non- existence--and believe me, you will prefer that to what's been happening and will happen to your collective reality. As I said before, you wish to experience 'individuality' and, at the same time, you feel the need to resolve your people's crisis, not because you really appreciate your fellow companions but to prove yourself better than them. Ok, I will help you, I am offering you a solution... though it is not a gift. Too bad I don't have a need for gold bullion, I only accept payment on live subjects, like you. I want you.
''To accept such proposal is out of the question. I won't be your slave.''
Those big ears of yours are only a decoration. I didn't say anything about slavery, not in the way you have tried to slighty coerce humanity to your wishes, always lying by omition. I do not lie when I say I shall give you freedom and I might resolve your crisis--the tools I posses have resolved all obstacles I have encounter, so I take that I shall fix your problem, or this will be the first time I fail.
''I said 'enough' already! Be gone!''
But, about this situation, it is not your choice anymore, but mine. I will resolve if I'll take you as a payment--and believe me, I really would love to have you, as you will love to experience yourself from my insides.
I will go now.
And you'll return to my desing.
******
******
******
Good? Bad? Fair?
...woah, at last I have an audience!!!
Soon: Zo'or searchs the Mothership for a few good volunteers.
a story on several instalments
the usual disclaimers apply
all non-EFC characters (c)2001 IAO
this instalment is rated PG-13
3
THE LIGHT OVER ZO'OR AS HE LAID DOWN
There will be no need for you to tell me anything about your persona, Zo'or; I know enough. And what I don't care to know I simply ignore it as if it doesn't exist to YOUR reality. Let see: who was your great-grand parent?
''...''
See? What that means is that I don't care about who your great-grand parent was; therefore, it does not exist, it never did.
Yet, I love to sit down beside your recliner and listen to you telling me soapy stories of your life, how could we call it?: The Pathetic Rise to the Top by 'Splendid Perfection'. I never cease to be amazed by your parent choice of names for his offspring. Your parent dared to call you 'Splendid'Perfection', Zo'or, and I know you think your name to be some kind of a cruel joke, since you have believed yourself not to be 'splendid' nor a 'perfect' Companion; nevertheless, you had to give some meaning to the label your parent attached to you...
...and that is the reason why you are here before me, borrowed for your brief planar state reality to another outside of that continuum you think you know, Taelon. I have chosen you.
Let me explain to you how this going to work. You'd have secret desires you crave to realize, and you have responsabilities you must fulfill. Ask me about how we are going to solve the core energy crisis...
''And how do you... plan to end this crisis? Do you posses the means to attain what has always eluded the advansed Taelon genius?''
If by that you are meaning to ask me if I know the secret formula to core energy... damn it along with your great-grand parent. Ha ha ha ha ha. Yet I posses a reliable subtitute. You know? I really like when you smirk, your mouth forms a heart shape, even when you're out of façade. And I like your eyes, specially when you have play your leadership poorly, they move left to right and left and up and flicker, and then stay: it appears your brethen loved to hit your nerve hard. And I like your nose, it flares along with your heavy breathing. And I like the soft bumps at the back of your head... oh yeah, touch them for me... I like your hands, they are so elegant and beautiful... have you use them often?
''Do not touch me.''
I don't like your teeth though. What have you done to them? Perfecting the art of mascarading behind a handsome human façade? Congratulations, but I'll hold to my opinion.
''My... ! How dare you to mess with my image?!''
I'll tell you why I love your teeth to be crooked: you look younger, fresher, desirable. I love your body features, I love your body essence: it will do good to me. What will not be good to any of us is that you surrender to stasis--and I am glad you despise that idea--, or that you embrace the the Void as the Lover you've unconsciously sought--not to mention that death has been a lover to almost everybody, including your enemies, those that will be waiting for you to throw you into perpetual exile, there are entities there waiting for you too--... Ah, beautiful! Your eyes move around, your breathing starts, your fingers flutter... you are scared, and you shake like a dry leaf abandoned to the mercy of a soft wind, that is me. I will make you fly...
''Enough of this... nonsense. What is this place? Who are you? What is your purpose?''
You are in my keep, Zo'or: I am the source of your salvation. As for what do I want, let say that I want... you. Listen to this for I am going to say it just once and I want you to understand it, because if you are unable to I can well put you back on your lotus chair and forget about your pathetic station, I will abandom you to your benighted destiny as being erased from this universe you have chosen to ilegally trespass: you'll be cast into non- existence--and believe me, you will prefer that to what's been happening and will happen to your collective reality. As I said before, you wish to experience 'individuality' and, at the same time, you feel the need to resolve your people's crisis, not because you really appreciate your fellow companions but to prove yourself better than them. Ok, I will help you, I am offering you a solution... though it is not a gift. Too bad I don't have a need for gold bullion, I only accept payment on live subjects, like you. I want you.
''To accept such proposal is out of the question. I won't be your slave.''
Those big ears of yours are only a decoration. I didn't say anything about slavery, not in the way you have tried to slighty coerce humanity to your wishes, always lying by omition. I do not lie when I say I shall give you freedom and I might resolve your crisis--the tools I posses have resolved all obstacles I have encounter, so I take that I shall fix your problem, or this will be the first time I fail.
''I said 'enough' already! Be gone!''
But, about this situation, it is not your choice anymore, but mine. I will resolve if I'll take you as a payment--and believe me, I really would love to have you, as you will love to experience yourself from my insides.
I will go now.
And you'll return to my desing.
******
******
******
Good? Bad? Fair?
...woah, at last I have an audience!!!
Soon: Zo'or searchs the Mothership for a few good volunteers.