Ultimata
By Formerly Known As
Author's Note: I've finally realized that this story is quickly becoming ridiculously complicated. But hopefully in a good way.
Disclaimer: Don't own G.U.N. They belong to Sega. I do own just about everything else in this chapter. And the chapter itself of course.
Big thanks to everyone who has reviewed. You guys make writing a little easier and posting these stories completely worthwhile.
But I'll shut up now since what you really wanted to do was read anyway.
Chapter 5
Endless Winter
It was sometime around noon above ground, but in the depths of one of G.U.N.'s many military research facilities, this fact was impossible to know unless you looked at a clock. Of which there were none in the room containing one of G.U.N.'s bigger secrets.
The fact hadn't really meant much to iT to begin with. Then again iT hadn't really given a damn about anything to begin with.
But as time progressed, to iT, it felt like time didn't really go anywhere. Almost like there was not time anymore. Just the endless cold room. There was no way to mark the passage of time in iTs little room, since the room lacked a clock or even a calendar. All the little blinking lights had even gone off long ago. Not that they had given iT any real measurement of time. But counting the blinks had at least given iT something to do. Just counting to iTself had proven ineffective, since iT occasionally got into arguments with iTself whenever it lost count. Even the arguments with iTself had proven interesting, though iT knew very well that arguing with one's self was never a good idea.
Arguing with one's self was a trait of insanity.
That or caused insanity.
Not that iT really cared. iT knew iT was insane. Or at least skirting the edges around insanity. But despite knowing that, iT liked to cling as closely to sanity as iT could. It wasn't always easy, but clinging to sanity was also one of the few occupations left to iT.
Unfortunately, iT was losing the battle.
iT shifted iTs weight slightly and shivered a little in the cold. There were many reasons why iT didn't like the room. The lack of anyway to measure time was one of those. The cold was another. The room was kept at a constant near freezing temperature, for reasons iT didn't know. Perhaps to keep iT from getting out of control again. iT knew iT had been very bad once. But iT also knew iT had been punished for being bad. So obviously, they couldn't still be punishing iT for getting out of control. Could they?
No, don't be silly. They just didn't want iT to do something silly again and get out of control so they would have to punish iT. iT didn't like being punished. And they didn't like punishing iT. Probably because iT wasn't very easy to punish. iT didn't feel pain and had no knowledge of death. To iT everything was endless.
Including the time spent in the cold room.
The very cold room.
But iT was getting bored again. Thinking never got iT anywhere. Generally thinking just led iT around in circles. iT didn't mind circles. But thinking in them was annoying.
So iT turned iTs attention to iTs other favorite past time. Slowly, iT focused iTs eyes on a nearby computer console. iT studied the console intently for an unknown but very long time.
Nope, no change on the console. The layer of frost and ice covering the computer hadn't changed any. iT switched iTs attention to a different console. What about this one over here?
Nothing ever changed in the small, icy room deep under the G.U.N. base. A room in which no one had entered for nearly fifty years. A room that had no calendar, no clock. Only one occupant. And only the ever thickening ice showed that time was passing at all.
By Formerly Known As
Author's Note: I've finally realized that this story is quickly becoming ridiculously complicated. But hopefully in a good way.
Disclaimer: Don't own G.U.N. They belong to Sega. I do own just about everything else in this chapter. And the chapter itself of course.
Big thanks to everyone who has reviewed. You guys make writing a little easier and posting these stories completely worthwhile.
But I'll shut up now since what you really wanted to do was read anyway.
Chapter 5
Endless Winter
It was sometime around noon above ground, but in the depths of one of G.U.N.'s many military research facilities, this fact was impossible to know unless you looked at a clock. Of which there were none in the room containing one of G.U.N.'s bigger secrets.
The fact hadn't really meant much to iT to begin with. Then again iT hadn't really given a damn about anything to begin with.
But as time progressed, to iT, it felt like time didn't really go anywhere. Almost like there was not time anymore. Just the endless cold room. There was no way to mark the passage of time in iTs little room, since the room lacked a clock or even a calendar. All the little blinking lights had even gone off long ago. Not that they had given iT any real measurement of time. But counting the blinks had at least given iT something to do. Just counting to iTself had proven ineffective, since iT occasionally got into arguments with iTself whenever it lost count. Even the arguments with iTself had proven interesting, though iT knew very well that arguing with one's self was never a good idea.
Arguing with one's self was a trait of insanity.
That or caused insanity.
Not that iT really cared. iT knew iT was insane. Or at least skirting the edges around insanity. But despite knowing that, iT liked to cling as closely to sanity as iT could. It wasn't always easy, but clinging to sanity was also one of the few occupations left to iT.
Unfortunately, iT was losing the battle.
iT shifted iTs weight slightly and shivered a little in the cold. There were many reasons why iT didn't like the room. The lack of anyway to measure time was one of those. The cold was another. The room was kept at a constant near freezing temperature, for reasons iT didn't know. Perhaps to keep iT from getting out of control again. iT knew iT had been very bad once. But iT also knew iT had been punished for being bad. So obviously, they couldn't still be punishing iT for getting out of control. Could they?
No, don't be silly. They just didn't want iT to do something silly again and get out of control so they would have to punish iT. iT didn't like being punished. And they didn't like punishing iT. Probably because iT wasn't very easy to punish. iT didn't feel pain and had no knowledge of death. To iT everything was endless.
Including the time spent in the cold room.
The very cold room.
But iT was getting bored again. Thinking never got iT anywhere. Generally thinking just led iT around in circles. iT didn't mind circles. But thinking in them was annoying.
So iT turned iTs attention to iTs other favorite past time. Slowly, iT focused iTs eyes on a nearby computer console. iT studied the console intently for an unknown but very long time.
Nope, no change on the console. The layer of frost and ice covering the computer hadn't changed any. iT switched iTs attention to a different console. What about this one over here?
Nothing ever changed in the small, icy room deep under the G.U.N. base. A room in which no one had entered for nearly fifty years. A room that had no calendar, no clock. Only one occupant. And only the ever thickening ice showed that time was passing at all.