The Diego Diaries: Tunnel (dd7 96)
=0=Running
"WAIT! WAIT! STOP!" His voice echoed off the smooth stone walls as he ran as fast as he could to catch up. The problem was that she who was ambling along like an old granny always was ahead. No matter how fast he ran he couldn't catch up. The idea of it was maddening.
He ran for what seemed forever then just as his chest seemed to want to burst he slowed, then stopped. "I'M STOPPING! I'M NOT PLAYING THIS GAME ANY FURTHER!"
Almost at once, she was in front of him staring at him with a slightly amused expression. "What game is that?"
"WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING! I'M DONE!" he shouted as he struggled to get his breath.
She stared at him, then waved her hand. A soft overstuffed chair appeared, one that seemed well loved but bore wear. There appeared to be cat scratch marks on one corner of the top of it. She sat, then waited for him to get himself together.
It was silent a moment.
He glared at her. "What is your problem? Why am I here? Send me back."
"To where?" she asked.
"To Earth2. You know where," Barrett said. He was getting as furious as he ever had as fear mingled with his lack of control.
"Earth2. That's where you're from. I remember," she said with a grin. "Nice place."
"Yeah. Now send me home." He glared at her as his body began to relax and recover.
"You didn't say 'please'," she said with her infuriating slight grin on her rather nondescript face. She wore the now trademark knit cap, a long dress and sandals. Her sweater was long, black and looked well worn. There was nothing about her to stand out in a crowd but for her eyes. They missed nothing.
"PLEASE!" Barrett shouted.
It was silent for a moment, then she shrugged. "You are curiously lacking in curiosity. I would imagine that your imagination is a small thing. Too bad. Kids dream beautifully. They want and hope gloriously. They haven't had much experience with disappointment but then something tells me that disappointment isn't in your vocabulary."
"What do you know about me, bitch?" Barrett asked with molten fury.
"Everything."
He stared at her for a moment taken aback by her remark. "Who are you?"
"You don't know do you," she replied. "But then, you have no curiosity. You also have no manners, boundaries, nor do you have gratitude. You do have expectation, entitlement, a sour and boorish outlook on life, a shitty vocabulary and quite a low level of real and genuine self esteem. But then, given how you and your sisters were raised, I am not surprised."
He glared at her, then looked around. "How do I get out of here."
"You might not want to do that. The air your require exists within my proximity. If you leave me, then ..." she said with a shrug.
He glared at her, then crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright. What do you want?" he asked with a cold look of calculation on his face.
"What makes you think I want anything?" she asked.
"I'm here. I have a lot of stuff. My family does, too. What do you want?" he asked.
"What makes you think I need stuff. I brought you here to this place and created a habitat for you. What do you possibly have that I would want?" she asked. Her grin grew bigger at his mendacity. "I have a lot. This fucking fine chair for instance."
He frowned at her. "Everyone wants something. No one does anything for free," he replied.
She waved her hand and a nice chair appeared. "Sit."
He stared at her, then the chair. He walked to it and sat.
"There. I proved you wrong. I made you a chair and you're sitting. I did it for free. You're welcome," she said.
He glared at her, then sat back arranging himself with exaggerated effort. He stared at her. "What now?"
"Science lesson," she said with a big smile.
"Fuck that," Barrett said.
"You're a vulgar little rat, I can see," she said with a laugh. "Doesn't bother me so you might give it a rest. Or not. Your choice. Right now, I want you to define matter for me."
He stared at her resisting her request. "No."
"What's the matter. You don't know?" she asked, then laughed. "See what I did there?"
He stared at her with a combination of disgust and pity. "Ha. Ha. Ha."
She chuckled, then waved her hand. An old fashioned chalk board appeared before them. Moving her hand like she was writing, she began to draw pictures. "This is a duck. This is a rock. This is the Sagittarius A black hole in the middle of this galaxy. Class, what do they have in common?"
"They were drawn by an asshole?" Barrett asked.
"Perhaps. I leave that up to you. Who would know what constituted one better than you," she said with a dazzling smile. For her. "They constitute matter. All things constitute matter. That's the word for 'stuff'. Matter. Chairs, walls, tunnels, exhaling your liver up because you're lazy and out of shape chasing old ladies, your daddy's wallet that always bailed you out of your stupid stunts … all of it is matter." She grinned. "Matter has mass and takes up space."
He stared at her without a word.
"PHILOSOPHY CLASS!" she said with a chuckle. "What is consciousness?"
He stared at her without a word.
"Hmmm. Tough room," she said with a grin. "Consciousness is a state of being where the mind is aware of itself and the world around it. Websters." She grinned at him.
He stared at her without a word.
"Hmmm. You must need pitchers," she said, changing the word to irritate him. "All you little slow youngin's find them helpful." With that, she waved her hand. The chalkboard had a working image of a galaxy. "This is your galaxy. Your people call it the Milky Way. The Cybertronians who share it call it the Great Galaxy. It is. Great, that is. I rather like it. It's beautifully designed, enormous in size and has a perfect clockwork symmetry. That is, if you're smart enough to see it. Are you smart enough, infant?"
"I'm not an infant," Barrett growled.
"You are to me," she replied. "By the way, call me Shan. I'll call you Crybaby." She looked at the image. "In the center is the being and force of nature called Sagittarius A. It's a very enormous black hole. Did you know there are tiny ones around it. In time, it will eat them. Imagine that. A parent eating their babies." She glanced at him with a grin. "Metaphorically speaking. Sort of."
He stared at the image which was moving and seemed like he was looking at it through a window. "So what. What does this have to do with a black hole?"
"Because, infant, everything that exists, no matter how big or small has consciousness," she said. "It's not just you and me. Its everything. The smallest subatomic particle to the greatest destructive force known … all of it is conscious. Of course, one could discuss the degree that they are but make no mistake … they are."
He stared at the image, then her. "You say that they have awareness … that they're as alive as you and me."
She nodded. "Bingo."
"Bullshit, you mean," Barrett replied. "If a rock is alive why doesn't it talk?"
"You didn't listen. The level of consciousness depends upon the level of their vibration and the level of their energetic vibration determines their level of awareness. All energy vibrates. All of it. Constantly. If its low level, if its one or two dimensional … rocks are two dimensional constructs, then it can't speak and interact with you. With three D which is this," she said gesturing to their surroundings and Barrett himself, "Three D is the lowest any consciousness can go and still remember who they are. A rock can't remember who it is. It just is. But make no mistake … it's filled with consciousness no matter how low its vibration is. So is the chair you're sitting on."
He glanced at the chair, then her. "You're full of shit. You're tell me that the grass I walk on, the trees, water, the food I eat and the plate it sits on are alive."
She nodded. "They are. To the degree that they vibrate, that determines what they can do as far as interaction, thinking, self awareness. Low level vibrations can't do those things. Higher levels can. Three D is where self awareness begins. That is among most of us. The jury is still out on you." It was silent a moment, then she stared at him. "Analysis."
"Fuck you."
"Perhaps we can go back to gym class and you can chase me until you decide how you want to do this," she said. "I can run until infinity dries up. What about you, hoss?"
He stared at her, an odd mixture of old and new, then shrugged. "I don't care. This isn't real so do whatever you want."
"Really?" she asked with delight. "ROAD TRIP!"
Before he could move or react, they were gone. Two empty chairs sat in a constructed tunnel under a dead planet, one she had loved long ago. Then they were floating in space.
Barrett glanced around as he floated, then began to struggle. He screamed but nothing could be heard in space. He was there without a suit. He was going to die."
=0=Ops Center, Autobot City
The humans, a good number of them from NEST, the Family Tower and Earth2 sat or stood around the table top of the big conference room while the bots worked madly to find the child.
His parents were sitting in chairs as Annie cried softly. Clark stood, then walked to Lennox. :What's going on?: he demanded for the fifteen time in a half hour.
Lennox turned to him as a couple of vehicles drove in, parked and humans began to get out. Morshower, Fulton, Andrew and Lilly Settles, Charlotte Mearing and Joe Bowers jumped out, ran to the ladders and began to climb. :Mr. Walters … let them do their thing. They know what they're doing and they'll find him:
:IN WHAT CONDITION?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!? *WHAT* HAPPENED!? WHO HAS MY SON!?: Walters yelled.
Morshower reached him followed by the others. :Mr. Walters, I would like you to sit down and compose yourself. Your wife needs you to be calm:
:MY ONLY SON IS MISSING ON MARS, FOR FUCK SAKE! HOW CAN I BE CALM!?: Walters bellowed at Morshower.
Morshower understood his feelings but it was doing no one any good. :Either you sit and compose yourself or you will be removed:
:You wouldn't dare. My son is missing on an alien planet among alien people. You wouldn't want the trouble I can bring down on you and this project, General: Walters said in a low voice.
:Sit down, Clark. We're going to see about this: Owen Harris said as Andrew Baudin and Kyle Davis nodded. :You're not helping this go any faster:
The door opened as Prowl entered with Ratchet. They walked to the table as behind them the other senior Autobots began to come inside. With them were two priests, Chevron and Lady Sela along with a seer, the Guild Elder from Cybertron. Everyone took a seat.
Clark rounded on Prime as Annie who was surrounded by the women who were married to the leadership at Earth2 comforted her where she sat. :WHAT'S GOING ON!? WHERE IS MY SON!?:
"Mr. Walters, I want you to sit down," Prime said quietly.
Walters stared at him and stepped forward to argue when Annie stood. :CLARK! SIT!:
He stared at his wife, then hesitantly walked to a chair to sit, shaken and afraid. It was hard to see, the two of them suffering.
"Mr. and Mrs. Clark … we have searched the entire planet, all of the related areas of our territory and even scanned for his signature on Cybertron. We have also scanned for it on Earth, the moon and the planets and moons of this entire solar system. There is no sign of your son's presence in these areas," Prime said.
That was when Annie Clark stood up and began to scream.
=0=TBC 9-26-19
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Dark Mind and Saddened Soul chapter 95 . 17h ago
Hmm, I am intrigued. Is this something from the Pantheon? Are they now taking more interest in squishy teens? Wha chu up to Primus? Lol
Ta, Lisa
ME: Could be. :D:D:D He, the big guy will be part of this but its going to take a while. :D HUGS, LISA!
What Lies Beyond chapter 95 . Sep 25
*raises eyebrows* Did the Spirit of Mars just pull a Matrix intervention? Because that's what it looks like...I wonder how long it'll take Optimus and Co. to figure that out, and figure out what to do about it...Not that there's probably much they can do about it, as even if Optimus could somehow step into the same "place", I don't think the Spirit would be too happy (I'm sure she's understand why, but that doesn't mean she'd be thrilled. Also, the Matrix, the Primes Primus, or some combination of the above would probably step in and prevent interference in the first place.)
ME: SHE DID, the little minx. :D You deduce very well. She is in charge and she will let you know how she manages it as she goes along. She's a bit of a mom-type herself. :D:D
Nonetheless, I'm really interested in seeing what comes out of this situation…
ME: More to come shortly. :D
optimus prime101 chapter 94 . Sep 24
I was want to know did you see Godzilla king of the monsters?
ME: I didn't see it. I did see all of the Japanese ones growing up. LOVED THEM! Is this a good one to see? By the way, GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN! Hugs!
SkyenhaMarisa chapter 92 . Sep 21
Aliens - the cat lived.
ME: Oh, that's right! Thank God. I can see a human getting slagged by one of them but a little kitty? LOL! Humans are so weird. ;) HUGS!
Dark Mind and Saddened Soul chapter 92 . Sep 21 yay, todays piece will be coming soon!
ME: Just posted!
did I ever mention that I am also re-reading your story? irritating autistic brain isn't letting me stop. though I shouldn't really complain, I get to see all the past fun again. reviewing more as well, hope you don't mind :) now if only my neighbours go to sleep, they have a tendency to bellow at each other like Ironhide when an infant is dropped on his chest in the morning, and my ears let me hear every word... hmm...
ME: BWAHAHAHAAAAA! I'm editing this and will be reposting about 500 parts this weekend. Read away, darling. Love ya madly. HUGS! Me
Epona was a Celtic horse goddess and you see her image as a woman sitting on a horse. Her horse would head out and no matter how fast a rider or runner chased her, she was always ahead of them. And, to add insult to injury, she always plodded along. :D Another name for her was Rhiannon.
GOOGLE: Epona is the Celtic horse goddess who was worshiped in the whole Gaul and even adopted by the Romans. ... Rhiannon is her British version, often seen as a primarily Welsh goddess. Her name means Great Queen or Divine Queen (of the fairies).