Returned to Void
Standard Disclaimer: Me not own Vandread. Gonzo have all rights kay. No sue please.
IF YOU READ AHEAD, IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU SPOIL YOURSELF…
Flowing Containment
…Sound…
Is there sound in Space? Can a person really hear the hum of an engine or an explosion of an object? Does it really go ka-boom?
Sound only travels in air. The presence of oxygen allows vibrations to travel in waves. These waves then reach human ears thus interpreted as noise. That's why the phrase, "no one can hear you scream in space" is true. It's due to the lack of oxygen in space. With no oxygen, sound waves cannot travel. There is no ka-boom in space.
Yet, the human condition flirts with the idea of explosions and sound occurring in space. The human sense of hearing must be fulfilled to add more depth to a narration. The concept of a cube blowing up in space and making destruction blasts satisfy our hunger. Our imagination allows us to make the correlation of noises to certain themes. A sound of baby laughing is considered pleasurable. Someone laughing brings security to our soul. Someone whispering sweet-nothings arouses us. The hysterical moan of a girl frightens. Attention is brought out when someone shrills. Melancholy follows when a person sobs. Sounds dig in to our imagination which fuels our soul. Without the concept of imagining, humanity would have died eons ago. This imagination gave birth to a theory of saving humanity.
In the distant future, humanity reached an evolutionary wall. In order to save themselves, they opted for a colonization expedition. Humanity would send out colonies power by the immeasurable power of the Pexis plagma. These seeds would spread out in the Universe and populate it. Like how a bee pollinates flowers. Only the field is space in this context. However, the people of Earth decided that the colonies are nothing but factories. These factories in essence are just manufacturing "parts". These "parts" would serve as components to reviving the glorious and malevolent Earthlings. These, the "parts," were to serve the betterment of humanity when the time was right. That time was approximately 100 hundred years after the initial colonies were expedited. The only problem was the "parts" began to think for themselves. They started to have notions of self-preservations. They did not want to die and become someone else's part. They themselves wanted to be their own part. It seems imagination is a disease. It can give the right incentive to a "part" to break away from its creator. Boy, were the Earthlings pissed. And so when the time came to for the Earthlings to reap their harvest; they were raped in submission. They had to obligate to the "parts" demands which were the denial of their "investments". Violently sent back and humiliated by their "parts", correction, by their decedents; the Earthlings returned home to an expiring planet. The idea of humanity becoming extinct has passed. Their "seeds" would further the existence for them. However, the evolutionary wall still reels its head. According to the Earthlings, Humanity has to come to an evolutionary stop. But then again evolution occurs over billions of years. Too bad humans are finite…
Imagination is infinite though. It can carry on forever as to say. As long there is someone to remember an idea, concept, or theory. It would forever live on…
Imagination can play with a persons mind. It can come up with ludicrous ideas. This is called paranoia. The self delusion of someone out to "get us" damages our lives. It may hinder relationships with our-selves, family, friends, and their environment.
Someone can delude themselves into thinking that they are trapped in cylinder container filled with transparent magenta liquid. That they are bondage with various electronic sensors on their body. That they are circumscribed into numerous testes and experimentation. That their body does not belong to them anymore…
That their imagination is not self-delusion rather it is reality for them...
Sometime after of two years before…
"Increase the dosage of agent V into the subject's occipital lobe." States the anesthetized voice.
"Should we match the level of endorphins with agent V?" Questions the subordinate.
"No, it will affect the projected model of the subject." Replies again by the numbed figure.
"Doctor, the subject is showing an increase in the temporal lobe." Declares another character.
"Increase the dopamine amount and subdue the subject."
"But that will disturb the subject."
"It does not matter" The Doctor counters. "Make sure to record the experiment today and the previous experiments."
"Yes." Copying the tone of a machine.
Within the cylindrical container, a figure listlessly floats in the magenta fluid. Within this room, this figure is surrounded by other shadows. Some are sited on consuls and busily taping on them. Others are observing and writing on computerized clip boards. For sometime now he has been doing a repetitive routine. 'Sit and watch.' This person's time has become a blur rather they have lost the concept of keeping time itself. For you see, it is pretty hard to keep count of the days when you are constantly exposed to experiments that burn pain into the memory. The only thing they can do is to delude them-selves so the pain would not be as embedding.
A hissing sound reverberates and another figure paces in.
"How is our subject today." Not an inquiry rather a statement.
"He is doing fairly well."
"Excellent, after sometime we will place him in that automaton we found him in and begin field tests."
"Was it not infused with the Pexis Plagma?"
"Yes, actually it trans-modified." he pauses and lightly taps the cylinder, "the original color dissipated. In addition on the right metacarpus, a sanguine cone shape has protruded on top of the forearm. We believe it's a firing armament. On the left metacarpus, four circular disks with a bisque tone in the center align on top of the forearm also."
"Reports have stated the mechanical object has two protrusions from the back area." States stolidly.
"Ah yes the most peculiar objects of the automaton. Most of the body tone is amethyst; however, the two protrusions have a light indigo shade. The shape is a three sided triangles directed downward although there are cavities in both objects on its flat side. Further analysis showed that these protrusions actually can propel the automaton. Thus we have concluded that it is the thrusters of the machine. We have calculated the thrusters to be capable of matching our fastest fighters, if not faster. In addition, the metal compounds of this machine exhibit organic features." He circles around the cylinder and observes the figure within.
"Organic features?"
"Yes, it self replicates and has internal power source." Pacing around, he returns to the previous position.
"What, but if we cannot control it then…" Almost in an exasperated quality.
"Do not worry our "pilot" is very much under our control. Just make a priority to modify his physical aspects. This specimen is truly extraordinary. To think, a variation of the Pexis plagma exists. And he has infused with it."
"Yes, he is a magnificent addition; although, he exhibits some memory lapses from time to time." The Doctor replies.
"Purge it out of him; we need him to be under our full control when we retake what is ours." Forcefully declares.
"I do agree a combatant like him must not have any emotional components."
"Yes, he must be fully ours to utilize." The figure impenitently asserts. 'Yes ours'
'I wanted to get out from the bottom of the darkness'
The entrapped individual raises his head and peers out of the glass encasement. Crops of hair flow freely around and in front of him. He quickly recognizes the images before him. The man with the odd-deforming head piece and the woman with one piece visors are a familiar faces. 'They come to hurt me again' He looks down to his hands and see electrodes attached to them. 'When did they put this on me?' He even stares further down to a scene of his feet being enclosed in blocks. These 'blocks' are preventing him from traversing in the encased tube. 'I can't even move around' Attempting to utilize his memory recalling abilities; he finds it difficult even to remember. Everything has become so difficult…
'Where am I' He pleads to his ego. 'Why am I here' Pleads once again. 'Who am I' Begging like a dog.
'Who are they?'
The last few memories he has left are set aside to three symbols. These entities are keeping him from breaking down. They are only recognized by shade.
RED… YELLOW… BLUE...
'I have to get back to…to where…to when…to whom…' he strains his memory and desperately recalls to his salvation, purpose, safe haven, and his Nirvana…
…to them…
Sometimes self delusion can be a positive thing. It can keep the pain and the agony away. It allows the person to withdraw into a shell, then allowing them to isolate their world, and ultimately giving them an opportunity to ignore the problem…
A faint emerald glows on his forehead briefly…
For Hibiki Tokai running away seem to be good at the moment…
==Vandread==
"My grandpa used to say often, even if you think and worry about it, answers doesn't always come out. What is important whether you can laugh with a sigh of relief in the end."
From Episode 6 of Stage 1
Presently…
"Dita" A mind afar is called upon.
"Dita" Still locked in the moment of remembrance.
"DITA!" Only to be ripped back into reality, a painful one at that.
Finally broken of her line of thought, Dita stares blankly into the holographic monitor. Her 'Leader' peers into her.
"We have received new orders"
"Hai" She returns with unconcerned tone.
"We're heading back to base and broad the Nirvana." Meia finishes.
"Hai" Once again in a mood that does not care anymore.
The holographic screen phases out. Dita once again left to her thoughts. Back to a world where she thinks happiness is there for her. Back to where he is…
==Vandread==
"Don't abandon it so easily. Isn't it your precious ibo."
From Episode 9 of Stage 1
A worn out Mejerran seats one massive computer. Before her, a grand list of new habitants needs her approval on where to be placed. The same routine for her, but it allows her thoughts and away from others.
"Jura" A steadfast and considerate Barnette Orangello saunters slowly into the room.
"What is it Barnette?" The she glares into screen before her, but never turning around to her.
"Boss wants us to talk to us." Almost hesitantly declares.
"What for?" In a displeased tone.
"She said she would tell us once we are on the Nirvana." She returns while turning her head to admire Space or is it to avoid "her sister's" wrath.
"Whatever" Returning to her task, glad to be left alone once again…
==Vandread==
A little bit before now…
"If you don't want to die, grab my hand!"
From Episode 5 of Stage 1
A white modified dread swims through the black airless ocean, as a teal exhaust propels it. With in the formidable machine, an equally aspiring personage dedicates herself. She tries to occupy her thoughts in avoidance of one that demands the most…
A red blinking light on her consul informs a message is stored. Depressing a button, the message displays before her. It reads…
'Meia, I have a new task for you. Please return to base. I have sent back the Nirvana.'
Okasira
Elated again for the opportunity to avoid…
Author Notes: I'm alive!!! Sorry about the delay folks. Finals are abound for this writer. College students out there know what I am talking about. Ah yes, late night cramming and the practice of art of bullshitting. (Excuse me for such vulgar language kiddos) As of writing this I got 7 reviews. Yes moving up the ladder. For those who left a review, thank you so much. Please review this latest chapter. Oh yeah, I made grammatical revisions on the first four chapters. In addition with the divine help from a reviewer, I was able to include my italics and positioning in my stories. Thank you Ukushi… Well you know you drill, read and review onegai. Have a productive day or night.
Oh yeah the quotes I took from the episodes are fan subbed thus if there some discrepancy (differences) from the commercial distributions please bear with it.