Ancient Objects: Chapter Two

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Edit: due to a review about this chapter expressing disappointment at the lack of clarity I have rewritten it.

Somewhere things are happpening - and I know what. I know what from my dreams.

I've been dreaming about this for some time. Ever since I was given this task that place has been in my dreams. Somehow I forget the dreams when I wake up, only to remember them temporarily and without warning. I watch in the third person. Every time I remember this dream I feel as if I dream it again, only to learn no time has passed at all.

And now I remembered a dream:

There is a person. It seems, like a servitor or Tech-Priest, to have replaced all flesh with machinery. I know it is a person because, as a latent if weak gamma-level psyker, I can instinctively tell the difference between a servitor and a machine. It is bipedal, and stands almost two metres tall. In design it is amazingly similar to a human – five, three-jointed, fingers per hand and so on. Though it wears no cloths other than its shining steel chassis and has no protection from dirt or the elements, it does not have any mud on it at all, not on its feet or its arms or its toes. Finally, there are love-heart pairs arranged into a pattern of a 6-pointed star on his left shoulder and chest, and some words I do not understand on his right shoulder and chest. I think of it as 6-point hearts. It stands in a seemingly infinite flat, green grassland, with the grass trimmed neatly, where the blue sky and grassy land do not meet, for there is no horizon, and not a hill nor crater nor river nor lake to distinguish any part of the grassland from any other part. And neither is there any wildlife. There is not a single rabbit-hole nor fly nor worm or bird.

Also, there is an archway. It is stone and makes a curve about two metres high and one across. One the other side of it there is simply further grasslands.

But then there is a strange ripple within the archway, similar to a heat shimmer. It quickly forms into the shape of another such person, but with different writing on his right shoulder and chest, and jugs each containing one love-heart each arranged into a pattern of an eight-pointed star on his left shoulder. I think of it as 8-point heart-jugs.

Suddenly 8-point heart-jugs burst out in speech. It is the speech of an adult human female, beautiful, young and musical. Yet very worried.

"The ship is under attack by immaterial predators. We must escape!"