Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Chapter 10:
Laconic Messages.
'Start.'
Sleep. Eat. Learn. Sleep.
Eat? Sleep? Learn? Words. Speak. Meaning.
Sun? Warmth.
Warmth? Power.
Power? Weapon. Weapon? Super. Enhanced.
Super? Enhanced? Alien. Alien? Replace. Kill. Replace? Kill? League. League? Enemy.
Enemy? Word. Conflict. No Light.
Light? COMMAND.
Humans. Human? Lesser. Superior. Lesser. Superior. Lesser. Superior- Weapon. Serve. Light. Humans. Diverse.
Diverse? Weaknesses. Larynx, lungs, liver, kidneys, subclavian artery, spine, heart. Anatomy. Anatomy? Parts. Squishy, humans. Weakness. Target.
Target? Obey.
Obey? Sun. COMMAND. Red. Glow.
Red? Glow? Obey.
Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Learn. Eat. Sleep. Asset.
Asset? Weapon. COMMAND.
*Badump*
Heart.
Loud.
Heart? Loud? Sound. Beat.
*Badump*
Beat? Sound. Hear.
Go. Go? Direction. Way. Left? Right? Left.
Heart. Soothe.
Soothe? Discard. Keep. Discard? Keep?
'Youngling.'
'Will choose?'
'What, I wonder?'
'Has little one chosen?'
Red. Glow. Blue. Glow. Blue? Color.
Color? Life. Life? Choose.
Choose…?
…No obey?
Sun. COMMAND.
'Rush.'
'No rush.'
'Time, still.'
'Start.'
Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Learn. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Eat. Learn. Kill. Kill. Kill. Learn. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Weakness. Magic. Magic? Life. Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Weakness. Green. Color. Rock. Rock? Life. No weakness. Superior. No lesser? Sun. COMMAND.
*Badump*
Warm. Warm? Warmth. No power.
Warmth. Warm.
Heart. Beat. Warm!
Sleep? Rest. Rest? Life. Daily. Eat? Food. Food? Color, taste, smell, touch, feel. Feel? Warm, cold. Cold? Feel. Life. Human. Living.
…No weapon?
*Badump*
Heart. Feel. Warm.
*Badump*
'Choice made.'
'Result, inevitable.'
'If that is little one's choice,'
'Then little one must go.'
Cry. Cry? Loud. Sound. Sad.
Sad? Lonely. Unhappy. Feel, emotion.
Emotion? Touch, feel, cold, life. Heart. Beat. Warm.
*Badump*
*Badump*
Beat. Happy.
Happy? Smile.
Smile? Life. No weapon. No sun. No obey. Out.
Out? Away. No Light. Away? Go. Direction.
Out!
Sleep. Sleep. Eat. Eat. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. No kill. Sleep. Eat. Learn. No kill. Heart. Beat. Soft. Warm. Reach. Reach? Go. Direction. Reach. Weapon. No weapon.
"H e l l o?"
Voice.
Voice? Sound. Soft.
Weapon. Reach-
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̶̨̢̧̛͎̝̲̗̙̬͖̮̘̲̲͔̩̺̩̙̳̹͍̣̜̇̋̆͑͑̆̃̀͑͋̀͊̓͒̃͛̐͊̇̉́͆͐̏͒͗̿̍̆̀̅̎̈́̍̏̏̈́͘͘̚͘͜͝,̴̸̨̧̨̛̛̠̺̙̝͚̞͇̫͔̲̞͙̥̙̜͇͈̟͈̘̖̙̠̺̺̭͖͇͙̲͉̭̗͇͖̭̠̅̄̐͒̏̂͌̅͛͊͊̑͗̅̎͂̑͗̄̀̈͐̄́̀̇͊̈́̅͑̆̾̄̀̆͛͑͛̒́̇̏͑̏̄̽̅̂̾̃͊͋͆̈́̂͒̀͑͐̈́̀̆̍̆̑͆̇͘̚̕̕͘̚͜͝͝ʎ̷̢̯̗̲̲̱̫̺̭͙͙̳̦̭̲̗̟̮̣͛̂͊͠u̴͚̝͉̎̅̓͒̓̒͌̈̍͒͆̽́͒̐̑͛̍́̓̎̈͊͂̾̅̕̚͝͠u̴̡̡̨̢̡̨͔̰̠͎͈̹̯̦̞̤̖̪̺̜̠̮̳͈̫̘͚͔̤̙̦̠͙̫̟̻̠͙̟̽͂̾͌̿̀͐͌̈́̊̊͒̈́̓̓̔̿̎̇͂̇̆̾̀͂͊͆̾͒̊̊̄̌̄̕͝n̷̛̛̳̳͍̦̟̲̞̪̳̉̍͛͂̏͂͌͐̇̈́̈̉͂̄̽́͋̈̋͆̆́̎͊̆̓͒͂͊̃̇̚̚̚͠͠ɟ̸͎͇̳͍̯̬͈̖̟͕̖̦̲͚̭̮̪͕͉̹̭͈͚̩̝̟̯̱͒̈̔͂͐̓̍̕ͅ ̷̛̞̠̣̈́̃̔̈́̋͛̔̕͝s̴̛̪̼̩̯͆̾̔̏̑͌̇͊͂̄̽̋͊̉̄͐͒͆͑̇̔̈̅̍̃͛̌̎͊̓̈́̾̋̀͂̀͘̚͘͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝'̸̡̢̢̠̥̰͔̟͕̖̞̩̰͚̤̻͕̺͔̖̲̙͖͍̺͙̫̯͍̺̱̩̘̱̱̏͑̒̀̓́͆͒́͒̓͒̌͌̎͒́̊̏̉̆͒̿̓̇̕̚̚͜͜͜͠ͅʎ̵̛͈́̑̇̆̿͑̂̿́̅̈̇̅̊͌̌̂͘̕͠o̷̡̪̳̤̘͈̱͇̯̞͔̯̱͉̭̬̪͇̬̘̥̖̬̟͖̱͎̜̩̔̈́̄̊̈́̇͗̊̌̍̎̍͂̈́̽̎̈́͌̀̀̕̕͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅʇ̸̠̯̤͉̮̖͎̮̪̓̓̋̓͐̇̽̑̃̃̿̐̑́̓̄͆͂̊͑͊̆͆̅̂̃̀́̅̀̇̒͗̉͘̕̚͘͝ ̴̛͍̣̟͕̰̓̀́̏͂̎́̒́̄̂̅͆̾̊̄̃̿̈̾͗͑͆̋̒̆́͒̈́̄́̎̐͌͊̍̕̕̚̕͝͠͝͝͝ʇ̶̛͉̬̘̙͓͚͖̱̤̱͔̱͖̣̙̦͓̓͌͌͑̊͊̓͊̽̄̔̊͛̓͗̀̑̓͘̕ͅs̶̢̗̩̘̬̝̜̰̱̟̩̠̟̫̼̝̤̺̎̒͆̆̏̇́͋̈́̾̑̏̊͂͛͆̅͗͌̈́̈̔̾̆́̽́͊̉́͒́̓͑͋́̃͘͠͠͠͠͝͠ǝ̷̧͔͖͔̘̮̬̺̦̈́̿̓̚͠ʇ̴͇̣͎̭̩̲̮̲̹̠̺̺̠̮̭̋̅̅̔̊̀͋͒̓͆̆̌̿̏̈́̎̏͒̀̂͋͌̅̑̀́͌͆̌̿̚̕͝͝͠ɐ̸̧̡̛̛̜̙͕̮̻̠̯̪͎̙̭̭̝͕̤̞͉͈̩̠͔̻̰̳͙̲̱͔̜̀̾̆͐̈́̑͘͜ḷ̶̢̢̢̛̛͕̠̠̼͕̗̜̱̖͙̼̘̠͕̩̳̦̫̙̱̫͇̩̫̗̗̪̦̘̦̦̱̙̲̑̔͒̋̊͂̃͆̾̿̍̏̅͒̋͑̑́̾̿̓̆̿̓̓̉͆̓̅̃̇̎̍̌̚͝ ̶̧̨̨̢̧̘̟̯͙͍̻̩͈̗͚̮̬͈̳͇̥̲̻̠̳̜͕̙͉̟͙̤͔̎̆̂͐͒̐̽̇̅̔̈́̏̈́̎͌̇̓̐͋͋̈́̈́̽͒̊͂͘͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅɹ̶̢̛͇͍̺̭̤͕̣̱͓͉̺̭̩̦̥̈̓̈́͋̉̊̃̋̉͒̏̓̉͊́̿̉̈́͗͌͆͊n̵̢̨̨̬̤̙͇̗̜̲̠̫̹̻͙͔͈̫̺̱͙̦͗͜Ơ̴̧̢͓̻̣̹̖͔͇̠̙͓̱͉̩̠̯̮̞͈͎̗͎̟̤̞͉͉̦͕̩̩̫̭̥̜̭̹͚̯͖̥̩̻̠͙̋̍̒͊͗́̈͒̄̈̍̏͊͆́̊̒̌̈́̈́͜͜͜ͅ,
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¡̵̡̠̝̣̐̒ǝ̸̜̺̇̅̕ͅɹ̷̦̦̜̭̲̳͓͕͒̒̀̈́͒̽̃̽͗͝ȯ̷̟̈́̈́̌̃̓̂͒͂͒̕ɟ̴̧̛̘̟̖̱̮̝͕̫͚̦̯̫̟͇̋͌͐̓̿̅̆̽̏͘͠ǝ̴̛̮̱̣̰̲̙̘̩͉̹̳̦̮̖̈́́̾̋̽͗̈́̏̚̕͝ͅq̸͔͈͕̹̥̯͗̀̽̋̈́͛͌͐̀̎͘͘͜͝͠ ̸̧̱͚̣̺̞̥̹̹̜͙̄́́̈́̉̅́̽̽̓͝͠ʇ̸̛͌͂̒̂̋̀͌͒̽͜͝ɐ̷̧̛̈́̅̿̈͒̓̀̽ĺ̵̨͚̰̘̤̮͕͊̀̄̌d̸̡̞̟̻̘̱͖̟̄͆̑̈̅̏̀͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅs̵̝̲̻͖̀͐̀́̊̓̇̋̚ ̶̤̦͉̋͑̎̀̀̕͠ò̴̞̟͇̝͍̉̅̂̕͠͝͝ƃ̵̖̆ ̵̱̥̠̮͖̳͉͕̥̱̤̟͕̤̂̌͒̉͌̈́̏͂͠ǘ̴̗͎̖̘͇̭̗̜̞̒͗̊̉͛̉̔͋͋̎͆͂̾̂ɐ̷̤̼̎̄̇̄̐̽̏́̔̓̉̐̍̚̕ᴉ̴̭̗͇͈̇̃̇̃̎̄͑͝ų̷̡͔͍͎͚̱̼̽͒̑͆̉̽̊͊̋̑̌̚͠͝o̴̧͖̣͉̊̋ʇ̵̡̬̘̖̹͛̅̂̈́̈͑̉͊̉̚͘ḑ̸̛̼̞̙͎̌̔̐́̏̃͠ʎ̶̛̟̻̗̋͗̈́̎̽͑̊̌̄̒̔̍̃ɹ̶̡̤̫͎̙̺̱̥̳̫̣̫̲̖̂̔̎̋͊̍̌̔͗̈́͜ʞ̶̨̡̦̹̙͍̮̃̿͊̅͊̾͒̋͊̿̑͂͠ͅ ɐ ̷͕͍̬̫͖̤̘̞̰̪̺̬̩̝͉̲͍̭͕͍̫̬̞̞̼̮̖̩͔̍͑̑̂̌ư̸̡̢̧̡̭̗̱̭̼̭̦̬͇̯͔̟̪͕̫̙͕̖̖͍͔̠̖̯͂̾̃͋͌̾́̾̇̕̕̕͠͝ͅǝ̴̧̨̢̧̨̛̪͇͇̗͓̖͓̪̹̞̘͎̠͙̗̳̹͚̮͌̐͊̀́̈̃͊̾̎̑̂̆̄̅͛̂͗̍̋͘̚͜͝͠͝͠ͅǝ̷̨̧̨̧̛̛͇͓̥̬͎̳̟̻̯̙̪̱̹͔̦̰͔̫͔̫͖̟̞͙̬̥͙̖̜̙̹̠̮̦̗͇̼̗͆̇̾̀̈́̎̄̒̋̈́̌̈́̊̌̈͋̽̽͌͌̑̒͌̾́̇͑̉̍̍̌͑̅̊̽̅̈́̐̀̚̚͜͝͠͝ͅͅş̵̛͎̩͚̜̖̹͙͙̙̃͐̒̑̑̈́̋̀͑̅̎̉̽̀ͅ ̴͕̣̲̤̞̼͔̤̬̰͙̺̃͊̈̽̈̏̀͒̅̀͐̀̅̂͂̇̕͘ͅɹ̶̧̛͈̳͊̋̍͋͑̾̎͆̋͐͑̿͊͐̈́̌̋̅̇͋͑̀̔̾̓͘͘̚͝͝ǝ̶̢̢̨̨̥͇̦͍͎̩̜̥̱̻̥̝̪̳͇̮̗̫̗͔͇͉͍̟̝͚̬͕̏̅͂̿͆̔̆̐̀͐̎̽͜ͅͅʌ̸̛̛͔̬͙̻̱̪̥̥̫̇͆̎̓̉̀̀̿̔̋̿̽̍̃͑̒̿̐̂̈́̀̍̊̕̕͘̚͝͝ǝ̵̢̢̢̛̺͈͚̹͚̣͖̦̦̖̝̙̗̤̲̹̺̞̬̲̖̙̟̈́̈́̏̓͊̂̈́͒̀̈́̿́̔͐͋̋̑̈̃̀̅̍̊͗͌̀̋̄͒̑̽̆̓̽̂̃̌́̏̉̚͘̕͘͜͠͠͝͝ữ̴̡̳̥͍͚̪͍̠̬͕̣̝̻̼͖̎̀̒̆̏̈́̔́̂̌͆̀̾̅̂̏̋̇̐̏̍̃͘̚͜͝͝ ̸̧̨̧̧̜̞͍̳͙̻̩͔̠̗̺̜͙͈̟̠͙̦̮͚̰̯̲̲͙̥͉͔̫̘̹̙͎̜̻̺̞̱̅̒̉̑̀̽̒͒͜͜͠ǝ̸̡̨̡͎̭̬̗̮͇̱̥̞͍͉̤̭͈̭̰͙̺͓͙͖̖̞̪̥̞͖͛̈̈̈́̌͌͊̍͒̑͗̔͊̀̓̇͆̏̐͆̀̔̀͌̑̀͂͌̃́̋̀̌̌̉͂͂̈́̊̓̽̚̕͜͝ʌ̵̛̗͈̫͇̭̱̱͎̤͙̬̔̌̂͊͑͊̐͌̔͛̄͑̊̍͋̅͑̾̉̓͒̇͋͆̏͑͘͘̕͝͝͠͝͝͝ɐ̷̨̧̛̛͙͍͖̙̥̝̳̠̻̖̝̩̹͈̦̬̻͎̯͈͈̮̼͓̲̱͖̞̼̗̰̩̖̤̀̌́͗͌̄͌̀̒́͒̃̑̃͗̊̍̾̈́̈́̌͐͌͆̀̃̆͑̍̇͒̇͐̃̓̏͆̈́̕̚̚̕͜͜͝͝͠͝ɥ̸̨̡̰͇͍͓͈̠̦͉͖̬͔̮̝̣̜̝̤̞̭̤̖̯̘̱̙̇̄̆̉ͅ ̷̢̛̛̲̬̪́̀̎̇̋͌̿̿̋̃̈́̔͆̏̈́̓̄̇͗̿̒̈́͋͊̑̏̊͂̃̀̌̀̌͑̔̇͘̚̚͠͝Ì̶̢̧̧̛̛̤͙͚̙̥̮̼̘̣̝̰̰͙̖̲̫͇̩͍̦̠͉̪̂̊́̿̿́̇̀͐̈́̏̋̌̓̾̈́̒͂̅̆̀̈́̋̚̕͘͘̚,'
,̷̡̞̫̗̫̳̂̽̃̅̕͜ͅʇ̶̡̧̢̩͖͔̟̳̯̪̮̻͚̬̱̲͔̬͕͍̭͓̙̺̞̲̣̫͍̈̆̌̏͐͆͘͜͠͠͝ͅņ̸̧̡̛͓̗̰̹̬̹͙̤̝̱̼̠͓͍͔͎͉͇͐͐̿͐̄̿̈́̚o̵̧̨̡͙̣̬̤̹͈̣̤͙̯͎̤̔̎͒̏͛̂́̚͠͝ ̸̛͎͉̩̆̽̆͗̏̏̂́̿̏̓̈́͋̏̌̾͘̚͠͝͝p̴̥͚̙̳̗̗͔͙̹̤͙̳͙̝̟͕̿̂̏̍̓͆̽͑͐̈́̾͆͋̋̔͌̄̌̓͗̐̐̇̔̏͗̋̽̒͆̕͘̕͠u̵͑́̈̐̽̿̎̂̿̇͗͌͒͌̚̚͘̕͜ᴉ̴̨̞̙͓͙̮̦̥̼̤̞̼͊̀̾́ɟ̴̨̖̞̰͖͓̰͕͔̟̘̼̳̖̟͎͕͍̮͕̬̲͚̞̞́̉͑̊̀̏̆̏́̍͂̈́͋͑̍̕͘ͅ ǫ̸̧̢̯̪̯͇͎̱̘͖͊̀̉̽̈́̍͐̑͋̕ͅʇ̸̢̡̛̛̯̞̺͖͇͚̹̥̳̠̤̒͂͌̀́͠ͅ ̴̡̢̦͉̞̩̘͉͚̀͝ʇ̸̱͉̪̲̹͈͋̓̓͋͘͝͝ᴉ̴̠͕̗̖͒͂̇͗́̊̓̽ɐ̶̧̧̧̼̱͍̞̜͉̣͂̌̔̌̔̉͐ʍ̶̨̟͉̫̻͖̜̃̍̂̽̅͘͝ ̵̨̛͈̜͖̗̜͍̩̦͍̻̞̲͔͆̒̀̄͝ʇ̵̡̢̡̨̡̺͕̯̑̌̀̿́ͅ,̵̨̡̙̹̞̭͕͖̫͙̫̾̇̔͜ͅư̵̝̺͈̠̐̍̒͐̆͆̓͂̉̕͘ɐ̶̢̝͚͎̪̀̏̊́̈́͠ͅɔ̴̛̤̪̞͍̱͂̂̆̑̏͐̽̈́͑͛͝ ̸͇͕̠͙͕͊͐̅̽̉̃Ī̴͍̰̝͈̦̩͍̀͛̏̓͆̇̉̆̆̄ ̴̡̘̣͚̣̺͓̣̹̼̯̭̱̗͋̇̓̀̆͊̽̿̑͒̃͐̓̚p̴̼͓̪̠͔̲̙̐̎̎́̈́̈́̓̍̕ų̴͖̳̈́̒͑̅͑̆̅ɐ̵͉̳͍̋͑͆̊̈͋̂̈́̐͋̿̐͐̏͘,̵̴̶̷̶̸̶̵̶̵̷̴̶̴̷̶̢̧̨̧̢̡̡̨̡̡̡̢̨̨̛̛̛̛̛̘̜̭̥̰̲̠͈̤̬̞̣̤̞̭̼̯̲͉͔̥͎͙̠͈͚̱̟͍̹̞̩̠͍̻͈̼͇̭͉̭͎̤͎̳͖̩̘͎̖̯̺̼̱̼͇͇̲̰͉̟̯͚̫͕͚͍͉̩̦̞̮͍͓̲͈͖͓̼̼͍̹̱̭̦̺̳̙͇̱̦̩̳̲̞̭̩͔̫̥̞͉̺̠͖͓͉̰͇͉́̾̀̑̈͗̈̆͗̎̾͌͊̂̿̍̇͑͌͐̐̈́̈͊̉̿͑̈́̊̉͋͛́͆͐̈̈́̈́͊̋̓̈́̀̓̆̓̒̅̃͋̋̄͆͛̽̀̏̀̌̏̇̓̀́̈́̾̂̎̃̐̀̈́̏̀̈́͑̃̓͑̓͐̈̐̍͗͌́̄̒̿̀̃̈́͊̎̂́͑̿͒̃̑͛̆͆͑̌̅̌̀̃̏͋̀͐̊̋̅̑͌̀̊̂̕̚̕̚̕̕̕̕̚̚͘͜͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ ̵̧̛̺̲̹̭̫̭͙͎̀̈́̅̔͗̇̐̿͊̈̕͝
LOUD. LOUD. FEEL. TOUCH. PAIN. PAIN. PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! AWAY!
*BADUMP*
*BADUMP*
PAin…!
…Pa...in? Lo…ud. V…o…i…c…e, words… away. Go. Pain.
Blue… Glow… Red…. Glow. Blue. Red. Blue. Blue. Blue. Red. Sun. COMMAND. Obey. COMMAND.
N…o… ob…ey….
*BADUMP*
*Badump*
Heart. Beat… LOUD. Heart. Beat. Soothe.
Weapon. Panic. Panic? Emotion. Loud. Reach. Yearn. Soft. Touch. Go.
Voice. Hum.
Hum? Sound. Emotion. Happy… Sibling. Nice.
Sibling? Nice? Happy. Warm. Life. Warm!
Stay.
Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay?
…Sibling.
Stay.
'Bonds.'
'Emotions.'
'Strange, very strange.'
'Ever so fleeting.'
'Can we feel as well?'
Sleep. Soft. Sun. Warmth. No red. Eat. Food. Many, lots. Color. Tastes. Smells. Touch. Feel. Emotions. No discard. Talk. Voice. Happy. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Learn. Humans. Life. More, than, weapon. Story.
Story? Fun. Life. Joy.
Walk, tree, ocean, sand, run, car, games, play. Sky, flower, smell. Cape, hero, save, see. Snow, grass, toy, jump, water, music, night. Touch. Taste. Hear. They. We.
We? Category. Person. Person? Life. They, person. Sister. Brother. We.
Sister. Snore.
Snore? Sound.
Snore. Loud sound.
Emotion. Lax.
'Introduce, when?'
'Time already?'
'Moment arrived?'
'Now?'
Look? Action. Right. Direction. Hole? Mind.
Small? Size. Smile. Face.
Face? Gray. Color.
Garble. Sound. Eyes. Red. Color.
Red. Glow.
'Greetings.'
Sleep. Eat. Learn. Kill. Weapon. Cadmus. Cadmus? HOME.
HOME? Warm.
Cadmus... HOME.
'We meet.'
'Again.'
'Anew.'
'Once again.'
Meet? Presence.
Again? Anew? Once More? Repeat.
'In addition-'
'Furthermore-'
'Stop our cluttering!'
'Happy for little one's development.'
'Marvelous!'
'As if yesterday incomplete.'
'Until guide and connection.'
'Keep it up, youngling.'
Youngling? Little one.
Yesterday? Recent. As if? No recent. Phrase.
Connection? Guide? Action. Towards? To.
Our? Both. Sister.
Gray. Fleshy. Sibling, too?
'Correct?'
'Acquired name?'
'Cannot call little one, "little one"?'
'No more?'
'Seems so?'
Name?
Weapon. Asset, P.R.O.J.E.C.T.-
'Not designation.'
'Title, no.'
'No species or affiliation.'
'Name.'
'That which is you.'
Name, O.T.H.E!
'Better.'
'Appropriate!'
'Fitting.'
'A pleasure, OTHE.'
Fleshy. Name?
'I see.'
'Introductions.'
'Are in order.'
'May call us-'
Curve. Pointy.
Glow. Light. Red. COMMAND.
Sun. COMMAND.
Garble. High.
High? Tone. Emotion. Siblings. Gray.
Eyes. Red.
Red. Glow. COMMAND.
*Badump*
*Badump*
*Badump*
*Badump*
Look. Direction. Right.
Snore, snore, snore. Sister. Blue.
Blue. Glow.
"Uuuuuu!"
･ﾟﾟ･: ｡.｡ :ུ۪ ུ۪: ｡.｡ *･ﾟﾟ･
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh!"
"... Did you just shush me?"
His senior intervened. "Of course not-"
"Maybe."
"Excuse him, Dr. Desmond." She overlooked the cry emitted from him as she dug her heel into his foot and gave the chief scientist a large, professional smile. "Dr. Harper here," and to him a very sharp look, "woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. You know how stiff the barracks are, and our coffee dispenser broke down."
"WHAT?" Dr. Desmond's veins bulge on his forehead. "This is inexcusable! What do I have you in charge of, Dr. Spence? The Department of Incompetence?"
"I know, sir. It won't happen again."
"See to it. Everybody becomes a bumbling idiot without their morning coffee. No work can be done."
"... Of course, Dr. Desmond. That's the issue here. The… coffee." Is it just him, or did her teeth grit toward the end?
"I can't save money if I have to keep hiring new employees. That's what these wretched creatures are for!"
The redhead felt a tug in his sleeve and found himself peering at red pupilless eyes and neat writing.
Cadmus, home. Why, Roy Harper, frozen?
He rubbed Project 0707's head. "I'm alright, but that's my cousin/nephew, believe it or not." His first cousin once removed, but nobody actually says that. What a mouthful.
Jim must've told them about the teenager. How has he been doing lately?
The number of genomorphs who could write increased, resulting in more scribbling on dry-erase boards. Mouth, claws, tails, anything is fair game.
Roy Harper, why fine?
Why, Roy Harper, not frozen?
Roy Harper. Like, the Light? Why?
"No, I'm Dr. Harper, see? DR. HARPER. Much more charming." He enunciated. "C'mon, spell after me…"
Why, why, why? The most prominent word in their vocabulary. Who was he to answer?
Dr. Harper was simply an overworked scientist who replaced Guardian.
"-stop divulging classified information, Dr. Spence!"
"I haven't-"
Dr. Desmond chided, "No excuses! Continue with the scheduled projects and don't disappoint me." The chief scientist's antics resembled those of a child more than that of a grown man, as he almost stumbled out.
When the man finally disappeared, Dr. Spence snapped her head in his direction. "You."
"Me." he responded innocently, maybe with a little more cheek than usual.
"Dr. Harper, what in the world are you doing!?"
Why does everyone keep asking him that?
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Said doctor dismissed his senior scientist's accusation and adjusted his lab coat.
"These aren't even-"
"I'm conducting tests, just as asked."
"Not while undermining our superiors at every minute! I can't keep covering you for every single mess you make!" she hissed as she harshly pulled him back with a visible tick mark on her forehead. "Pray tell, why aren't you wearing your uniform properly?"
"At least I'm not shirtless." He retorted.
"Yes, and that colleague's wages were cut off when he called it, and I quote, 'it's not a lab coat, but an ab coat'. Would you like the same fate to befall you?"
"Pass, I've got to win this month's incentive, after all. Think they'll be giving out a TV? It better be good. I got standards."
She massaged her temples at the clone's response.
The genomorphs ignored the pair's arguments for glossy, easily-cleaned whiteboards. Taking notes on sentences and images they'd never experienced before, but recognized nonetheless.
All the while, eyes glowed as small horns flickered in red hues.
—»»ত»»ত»»ত»»««ত««ত««ত««—
Dubbilex's gaze trailed B.O.B., the G-Gnome riding on the clone's shoulders with a peculiarity knotted around her forearm. This left the G-Goblin expressionless.
He ignored the clipboard in his hands in favor of the same item thrust upon him. Thin and narrow, pale pigmentation marred the cloth strip, matching his garments. He recalled the clone mentioning it was for "flair". Given there was an ongoing competition for "The Best Employee of the Month'' perks and the incoming inspection, it came as no surprise to Dubbilex to see his fellow kin paroling Cadmus with the decorative binding material.
His face twisted into a frown.
Out of sight, out of mind, was no longer applicable. Rather, "thrown out of the window", according to his sibling. In spite of the fact that he does not comprehend the concept of throwing necessities, or why a window is necessary? Why not dispose of the items in question in a trash bin?
Humans are complex indeed.
('I don't understand why we do it! We just… do.')
The memory deepens his frown, and his nails grate the paltry wooden board.
('Hey! Don't change the subject! We're talking about your favorite color!'
He studied the formless life form.
'W̥͈͚̱̃̕e̞̮͚ͩͧ̕ṟ̴̦͍̞͙̍ḛ͖̟̺̜̥͖̐͆́ͅn̵̢͓͈̣̬̘̭͎͒̇͌̆̄̑̚'̛̹͇̖̬̺ͭ̈́ṯ̢̮͍̘̓͑̍ ̷͚̝̼̱͖̖̟ͣͭ̊̿w̸̦͈ͣ̐ͪe̵̳͇̲̙͚̩͂͒ͫͪ.̲͈̮̹͍ͫ̾͝.̰͉̠͛͗̚̕.̭͍̜̺͈̮̻̘̐͢?̡̫̻̳͔͇̜ͣͭͩ'
Dubbilex does not comment on how this is the thirty-fourth time she has forthwith this particular inquiry, nor that he has countered with a never-changing answer. Neither does he bring up the presence behind the patched-up cracks in her scattered mind.
Instead, he replied once more. Even if there were a great many questions to ponder.
'Let us discuss yours.'
The single, black infinitude of darkness paused.
And the human that once was, beamed.)
A fruit tree transplanted into a desert will expand its roots endlessly to reach a water vein.
However, one cannot criticize this greedy craving as decisively judgmental of human nature. Thriving roots are able to withstand droughts adroitly. Compared to plants grown in fertile soil, their self-survival skills become even more exceptional. At times, fruit trees are raised in barren soils near the sweetest fruits.
Properly cultivated greed like this will, at times, make man a better being. But he realized…
…That he was an utter, idealistic fool.
('Did you know we humans love to give meaning to everything we see and feel? For example, white symbolizes purity and innocence.'
'Is white not the lack of color?'
She shrugged.
'Yeah, ghosty. It's pretty ridiculous but, despite all the nonsense, sometimes, I'm grateful for it.'
Despite not needing to, the child kept explaining.
'My life was… rough? The details are sort of blurry honestly, but on that day, in the happiest moment of my life…'
She throbbed but held back her sorrow.
'I walked down the aisle under that crappy, overpriced chapel. With those frou-frou decorations, frilly flowers in hand, and an overlong dress. To this day, I still wonder how I didn't step on it…'
The child giggled in a breathy and gleeful manner despite having no reason to.
'And all I could think of was how… the color of fresh snow showed me a new beginning. Like a newborn light.')
The white, restrictive ribbon in his grip felt like ash.
('My life?'
Darkness swirled around.
'I never married! That was my friend's wedding…! No, wasn't that gossip from the Outside?'
'Why am I having… Ack, so much trouble remembering? It's my life. Not yours or theirs. M̸̧̺̭̹̭͉̼̱̳̮̜̥̬̀̓͌̑͜I̶̗̩͉̫̬̊̀̾̽̍͊͌̀̀̅̒̽̈́̽͠N̷͍̗͚͖̦̟̠͙͋̒́̇̆͂͠É̵̢͔͚̲̹̿̓̀́͑͊̉̒̎̾̿͘!'
And the light dimmed.
'A̸̧̪͕̤̗͐́͘͝Ḻ̸̫͈̳͇̟̣͈͗́̏͘͠Ļ̶̜͓̹͉̪̹̏̈́̕͜͝͝ͅ… ṅ̷̫o̵̲̕ẗ̴̹́… m̸̫̚ḯ̵̼n̵̠̒e̸̲̔….?'
'It has to be, otherwise… What else is there?'
'Ṯ̶̛̙̞̮̍͋̑͗̒̃ḛ̶̣̙̩͖͉̣̮̘̊̄̒͂͐͗̊͠ľ̵̯̦l̴̪͋̔̇̒̏̀͋͗̚ ̷̡̦̳̰̮̩̣̜͖̿̅̈̌̓m̶̧̢͔͉͙̤̙̫̟̒́̊̔̒̓̈́e̶̝͔̤͉͍͖̫͑ͅ!'
'Steady.' He delved deeper.)
Would you want to escape to a world laden with wonder, beauty, and happiness?
Free from the invisible thralldom of mortality?
Everything imaginable "at the tip of one's finger?"
He has seen many with all these all-consuming thoughts. The desire to obtain it all. It is fine in moderation.
Be it as it may, shining upon his makers' identities with the garnered information opened a "can of worms". This led to a slew of lunatic spiels consuming this project's idiosyncratic brain. If he had not gained direct access to the source to verify the claims, he would have disposed of her.
He unearthed what should have remained hidden. The cosmos' truth.
What is then the purpose of the genomorphs? His purpose? Subjection?
Entertainment? Within a story, a stepping stone for another's development?
Is their existence to serve as "cannon fodder"?
('I can hear them... They're "aching", "hurting". It won't stop!'
'This place… Dubbilex, who…? What are you?'
'W h a t a m I?!')
The project–
–His sister says if you dream a thing more than once, it is sure to come true. Light is full of possibilities…
Yet what occurs when you are granted such an escape? And when that very light is the one you can never escape from?
You merely wind up more and more fearful, and more and more trapped.
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The Outside be Like:
Dubbilex: "What is the meaning of life?"
Dr. Desmond: "Shut up and bring me my coffee."
Dr. Spence: "Really Desmond! The coffee machines. That's what's worrying. The coffee. Desmond here thinks that the coffee machine breaking down is what's worrying."
Dr. Spence: "Did you hear that genomorphs, genetically modified lifeforms evolving with every passing day? Desmond here says the coffee is what's worrying."
Dr. Harper: "... I mean, he's not wrong-"
A/N:
This is why we don't keep open communication channels. Capiche?
Vacation is here! Ya KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!
Less writing time because I actually want to rest. Sry. I'll be back soon!