By and By I

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi, The Permanent Mind on April 8, 2011 by GuNNhead

“Your chips are worth more.”
“No, they’re not, it’s just how you view them.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, here look at them this way.” I showed the angle I had.
“Well, I still feel the same.”
“That’s your choice. Feeling and thought.” The trains rushed by us. Wind, tugging at our clothes.
“Can we agree to share?”
“You know the answer to that.” Bar codes and serial numbers flashed in my mind’s eye. It was no day to die, not like this.
“They’ll get us.”
“They don’t even know who we are.”
“But we do, man, it’s us.”
“In what ways?”
“Like you said, before, don’t question it, it’s a feeling.”
“I don’t think that’s quite what I said. Either way, we have too much for ourselves, this is a good thing.”
“Not if it can’t be used, they’ll find us.”
“You worry too much, they, if they exist, want us to have these, they practically gave them to us.”
“And that doesn’t worry you either?”
“I don’t see why it would. We’re the rightful owners.”

We keep walking. I can feel a creeping in my gut. It works with my body, fueling me. The sand gives way under our feet as we veer away from the mag-lev tracks. It’s a cushy, uncomfortable feeling. Harder to walk on real ground, I think to myself. I don’t… being inside of the world… the rush it gives me. It’s this place, it feels less real because I feel it less.

“Could they have changed?”
“How would I know?”
“Well, how do you feel about it?”
“Great.” A shuttle passes overhead, the sonic boom is negligible at this distance.
“You always say that.”
“Look, it doesn’t matter, we’re here.”
“I don’t even know where here is.”
“It’s nowhere, that’s the point.”

My friend walks ahead of me, in the same direction, but doesn’t know where we’re going. I let him, he needs to let go of his nerves, he almost lost his cool back at the facility. The sun scorches down upon us. It feels like we’re walking aimlessly, lost in the desert, but I can feel. I can feel. After hours off-radar, he smacks into the air.

“Ow! My fuggin nose!”
“I told you, man, nanites. I got this. My information has been approved. High-end ch’krhine”
“I can’t believe they picked you.”
“We have to play.”
“I know, but you reached first place.”
“Yeah, and you reached second, with bonus opportunity! Come on, let’s go!” I touch the invisible wall, and it slides open. Cool air flows into us from the darkened innards, flashing with lights.

We walk inside, glimmering wires of electric agony line the hallway. We pass through a large steel door, towards the paradisio drive. My heart begins to beat faster with anticipation, we’re almost there, in, inside of ourselves, and the world. Well, what’s actually going on in the world; the only thing people care about anymore. Where the action is. We’ll all die, can just do it more now.

“Well, lets test this shit out.”
“Respect, man, the chips.”
“I get it.”

We relax, and take a seat. The companymen come from a door in the back. Their suits glisten with sincerity.

“Ready to be installed, boys?”
“Always, always.”
“Always.”

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Pit of Disparate

Posted in Fiction on April 6, 2011 by GuNNhead

I think about the pit. It’s always in my mind, somewhere. It’s where my love is. It’s where I keep it. Every so often, I take a peek, just to check up. It brings a smile to my face. Not many things do anymore. The pit is what counts, locked up safe and sound. When I shine light down there, I hear a chorus of angels. They call my name. Minkle. I think it suits me. The days I spend thinking of my loves, it makes the life I lived all worth it. I think of things to do, in the hole. It feels good. It’s filling, like a dinner for the soul.

In the night, I open up. I walk down the stairs. Admire. All so beautiful, all mine. My collection, it’s complete. I thought it never would be, but this one… this latest addition, so pure, such dedication to the craft. The walls are clean, pristine. I see to that. Filth accumulates, always accumulates. I touch and stroke each of my ensemble as I pass them. They all have their roles in my life. And they play them to perfection. It took years for me, but I am a perfectionist, I suppose. Love is something that takes hard work, to make work, I say. They feel it, my soul has been put fully into all of them.

Now, the newest one, the latest, the best, the youngest: I always wear my best suit for her. I made it for her. When the others see me in it, they know that I am making time for her first. Though, none are ever left in neglect. No, each gets their attentions in each of their own special ways. Once we are done, I exit her room. One of the oldest eyes me. I still want to play. He wants to play. We stay in the pit, with all the others, and play. I ask another to join. They do without question. They cannot question, it’s not in their nature. So pure. Such love.

A frothy mess. We clean up. I am soft. Moisturize. Smoothness is key to being me. Without it, I am not. I can’t speak of the games I play to anyone. They don’t play. They couldn’t, their minds are… wired wrong. But not my loves, not my love. No, this is the truest thing in the world. A fact of feeling. It can’t be taken away from me, I will always hold it inside of me, inside of them. They can try to take my loves away from me, like they used to, but not in the pit. It’s my secret. Even if they did, I would only find more love. I have a lot to give. They feel how large it is, they are the only ones, they understand me. I open myself to them, and they open themselves to me. We are inside of each other.

I walk back up the stairs, and close the door. It locks automatically. I’ll never be left alone again.

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Effluvium

Posted in Fiction, Horror on April 1, 2011 by GuNNhead

Time. It loses all meaning without place. Fog, a heavy mist that reduces visibility. What can I do when I know that I have vision, but can see nothing but this fog. It chokes my eyes, and leaves my lungs clear. I’ve been walking so long, I don’t remember what ground feels like, or if I’m even walking on it anymore. I can’t see it, so it’s possible it left without hesitation, or perhaps I left it. That would make more sense, to place the blame on myself. I was interacting with forces I should not have been.

I recall clearly leaving the misty waters through the fog, and into the port of a city that appears on no maps. The fog was to be left behind, seeing clear visions of barren streets. But it followed me as I stepped further into the unknown pathways, crowding me. Distorting my thoughts and visions. I breathe deeply, and exhale onto my hand, seeing it for the first time in… ages? I haven’t hit into anything, but I have never veered off course. A straight line. If one never does anything unexpected, then one can only find what they are looking for, unless, of course, it is not there, and never was. I can overcome what is internal. I always have, set out to new lands. Plot a course from point A to point B to point C. It never ended, but it also never ended in something new. It was the same everywhere. Which is how I find myself here.

I make a sharp turn to the left, and fall, fall forever. There is no time any longer, and the fog clears. Sadly, it only reveals horrors. Or, as it were, blessings in disguise. I turn, and I can see the fog not so far above me. I’m no longer falling or moving, it was an illusion. I am in place, but the wind is flying above me. Shadows of creatures and visions I cannot see, except out of the corner of my sight; we exist not on the same plane. I, however, now feel between my earthen, controlled realm, and this extra-terrestrial dimension. I can feel powers beyond my control, from beasts I cannot comprehend without succumbing to insanity.

Constellations I have never learned, never read of or dreamed about scream around me to be of themselves. But they are not. They are foreign to me, but exist in and of dimensional rifts. Only to be seen by the others that surround me. I fear I will be free of my interspatial prison, for the jailers only are interested in my insofar as death. Stealing and eating my life force. Then, my body will plummet back to Earth, beaten, torn asunder. They will find me, freshly dead, missing for an innumerable period of time. But I was not sent here. I arrived, I traveled of my own accord. This is somehow my doing, and I will master this horrible nowhere zone. I will, one day. I can feel it. Years are but a breath to me. I believe in myself; and although I feel my life was never what it should have been, it is now amongst true horrors that I dwell. I have a soul, and that places me above these indescribable bursts of gods of cosmic indifference.

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The Sea Dead Event

Posted in Fiction on March 30, 2011 by GuNNhead

The deep-sea suit swayed within the misty waters at the bottom of the ocean floor. There was an eerie, almost timeless quality to the way it seemed so still, yet the murky, slow undercurrent kept flowing along in spite of anything. Inside the suit; only bones, picked clean by years, 100 years to be exact, of microscopic flesh-eating.

Time enough below the world above for ancient neptunian dimensions to take notice and include it in their games. The right glove of the suit began to float, rise, and a mystical spear appeared within the clutch of the covered bones. It ignited in a blue, aqueous flame. The light shined illumination across the barren landscape, revealing very little to light, save for the skeletal remains within the domed helmet. The boots began to tread forward. The movement of the armored cadaver was slow, and sluggish at first; heavy yet light, suspended by the same substance the beared 15000psi of liquid pressure down upon the suit of bones. Soon it was moving a solid pace, adjusted to movement, adjusted to this mystical unlife. The torchlight, long extinguished, strapped within the gloved left hand lit up, outlining the path in front of it.

Soon it had entered a new form of landscape. Strange, tubular structures erupted out of the ground, and bioluminescent jellyfish swam around freely. Echoes out of time resounded towards the lost inner depths contained within the very being the bones, reawakening soullular fragments. The structures got larger and larger the further the suit walked, kicking up small clouds of dirt behind it. Flecks adrift crossed in front of the bright beam of supernaturally rejuvenated artificial light.

It slipped down a sharp incline, steady on its feet, and arrived in an alcove where no life exists. Driven forward, it continued on its unknown path. Symbols began appearing on the smooth ground beneath its boots. Then, walls seemingly appeared out from the darkness, also covered in these markings. Time is no object to the deceased and the gods, it simply exists as a measure for those without vision, used to guide the blind. Each step sent out aquatic echoes reverberating throughout the near-endless tunnel. Upon entering an opening, the spear lit a gigantic arena. The purpose is of no question. It was an arena for the battles of forces and beings of another place, a constructed conduit out of time and space. There was only one entrance into the arena, and only one path that felt like an exit: it went downward.

The gladiatorial depictions surrounding began to glow in the dark and clear water. Tentacles and spectral armor emerged from the stone, before solidifying into humanoid sea creatures. They lined up along the edges, weapons at the ready. One space was left, for the mysterious guest. The suit took to the water, moving naturally and fluidly. There were greater powers at work within it. Once it was in position, a rumble shook the coliseum from within the abyss of the pit below. It was time to begin. The warriors immediately clashed amongst each other, mostly ignoring the newcomer. However, there were the few who chose to demonstrate their strengths upon this alien, this outsider. Upon the first strike of sword against its mystical spear, cognisance was sparked. This drafted dead man now knew of himself within the games of war. He stabbed his attackers, and blood spilled out into the water. Those who could no longer swim within the fray sank downwards. Occasionally they were awakened from shock by the moderator, and dragged down into the endless darkened abyss, claws dragging along the stone walls in a fight for survival. It enjoys a struggle, but not as much as a realization. It is much more than physical. A power that held truth long before death existed.

Limbs floated, suspended in the bloody waters when the battle entertainment was done. Only the newcomer remained. The memories of his life, lost at sea, fuelled his triumph in this mysterious place. The marine gladiators, destined to be given flesh to lose it, have lost; returned to their plane, bested by one attached to a mortal coil.

He floated there for a moment, wondering about his death. The feeling of drowning. The feeling of winning. Then, the feeling of incredible fear and unease of the unknown below. He swam.

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The Intruders III

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on February 28, 2011 by GuNNhead

I explore the wreckage on the ground of my home world. Much of the crafts are still intact. I wonder what I can use them for. I transverse through the atmosphere, and down into one of the expired wrecks. I walk down the blasted metallic hallways, scouring, thinking, planning. I turn down each pathway that leads me to the centre, the main portion left intact. It’s a heavily re-enforced room. Perhaps a secret weapon of some sort. I punch the door in, and enter the large area. A factory storage room of some sort. Sharply angled metal litters the floor, broken cages and crates among them. There’s life in here, survived the crash.

A roar pierces my eardrums, and I’m sideswiped by a large steel tail. I hit a metal box, and see the owner of the tail charge at me. Its large jaws open, intent on taking more than a small chunk out of me. I’m able to place my foot and hand properly to keep the jaw from closing on me. The tyrannosaur’s chromed metallic teeth glint in the factory lights above us. Why in the hell did they have to make it a cyborg. I charge up a gravity sphere, prepared to take its head off, or at least fry its inner circuitry; another set of metallic teeth grab my arm, biting it off. My burning blood removes the flesh from the underlying steel, but it consumes the arm anyway, uncaring and oblivious to pain. I kick the one in front of me, and it tumbles backwards. A third one comes out from the other side, and chomps at me; I jump to avoid it, and stick to the ceiling, within the rafters. Missiles and lasers chase me, scorching the ceiling, exploding beside me, throwing me back to the ground, and once again they’re on the attack, charging towards me. I control the gravity of two crates on either side of the charging meshes of monster and machine. They explode in a ball of fire; blood and oil mixing, coming from the narrow space left. The sounds of gurgling and whirring can be heard over the fire. The third makes it around the barrier, hunger visible in its glowing robotic eyes.

[Activate: Gravity Sphere]

The blast launches into the tyrannosaur, but it powers through it, skinless and meatless afterwards, never slowing.

[Activate: Gravity Blade]

As it rushes at me, I slide underneath it, cutting its entire body in half. The two halves skid across the floor. I fly upwards, and smash through the ceiling. I know there are a few more of these storage containers still intact. I can’t tell how many of those things are in them all, however… Over the next short while, I gather up the intact portions of the ships containing these storage cells, creating a graveyard deep within one of the rain forest jungles of my world. With that, I set the mergers of machine and flesh free. 15 of them in total were left. I observe them from a distance. Without me, their target within range, they act normally. Milling about, roaming in their new environment. I can kill them another time.

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The Intruders II

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on February 25, 2011 by GuNNhead

“I demand answers.”
“You have been given your warning, and we were met with violence. You are a danger to everything that exists.”
“I am everything that exists.”
“Stand down, you are to be tried for your crimes against Ousniss, and the entire multiversity. Your loose ties with one of the former lead explorationists of The Network hold no ground. The Network has sanctioned this trial, and, if no trial is to be had, the sentence is death, for you are known guilty.”
“I cannot die, and no prison could hold me. Do not try to stop me, or you will be met with the same death that has befallen all others who crossed my path.”
“Now you listen here, nobody! I am Admiral Nomton Q. Linsote of Ousniss military! You are being charged with the destruction of the planet Ousniss, as well as Protectrobot, guardian of Ousniss’ entire home galaxy!”
“Hmm. This is starting to sound familiar…Oh! That giant robot I tossed into a giant bunker full of missiles! That was a good day for me.”
“Well it wasn’t for the people you killed, especially after Protectrobot stopped the invaders searching for those very missiles and resources you destroyed.”
“I really don’t think you are the one to be able to judge that. Besides, I received a distress beacon, and was responding to it.”
“It does not matter what transmission you intercepted, what’s done is done. Answer for your crimes, or die.”
“It was a mistake. I cannot help that I am driven to death. Forgive me, or perish.”
“No. The sentence is death if not imprisonment.”
“I plan on staying on my planet for the time being.’
“That’s simply not good enough.”
“Very well. I wish you the best, if you believe in an afterlife.”

[Activate: Gravity Blade]

I slice into everyone on the control deck in a matter of seconds.
“Network. I only mean the best. Death is what I do. Send more after me, and there will only be more death, and that you will be responsible for.” My message is heard.

[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]

From within the confines of the craft, I fire through half the armada. Flying out into space, I kick the second and last in the leading three command ships. It spins off into the flanks behind it, exploding each of them, and, in turn, itself exploding. I tear into the hulls of the smaller remaining starfighters, pulling out the people inside, exposing them to the death of space. Some of them, I expose their intestines in conjunction with the vacuum. The way they freeze in a different way each time is a thing of beauty. I remember this each and every time I rip into their abdomens, dragging them by their entrails out, occasionally tossing their bodies at other crafts, to see the splatter upon the solar shields, and the faces of those soon to be dead inside. I throw gravity spheres at the final few, and they shower me with sparks and light. The lost lives inside mean nothing.

Surrounded by death, I am myself once more.

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The Intruders I

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on February 23, 2011 by GuNNhead

During one of the many sunrises I spend atop the ridge, an unknown craft rockets down from the sky, bursting through the aurora cloudline, and hovers just below it. Tac Missiles fire from it towards me. They land in the dead center of my chest, forcing my reflections to stop, and send me flying backwards down the mountain, into the forest at the base. My body smashes through trees, splintering them, toppling them over, and I finally land in the dirt and grass. Hmm, true violence. Ignorance. Not led by instinct or drive, but by choice. There is no end to such a black purpose save their own. A drive kicks in, deep within my mind. Kill. My blood begins to boil black. My veins ignite and burn with circuitry through my flesh as an explosion of light forms the outline to my armor before solidifying. A surge of gravity crushes the surrounding trees left standing to the ground. My vision blurs, shaking for a brief moment. Electrical arc discharges flow and spark the atmosphere around my body. I climb over a fallen trunk of a knocked over majestic, aged tree, and my eyes glow a deep red towards this intruder. A voice emits from the ship.

“You are the Gravity Surge.” I walk towards the craft.
“Your power has been categorized, and you are a danger to the entire multiversity.”

I have all the time in the universe, and yet I have no patience for this. A new death. I raise my hand, and focus my gravity powers. I crush the vessel, and see the blood of the bodies inside squirt out. I watch as it falls out of the sky, and slams into the desert floor. I jump down off the mountain onto hot sand, and walk towards the bleeding craft. ‘Ousniss’ is written upon the side. Doesn’t ring a bell. I begin to tear off pieces of the metallic hull, looking to see the gore within of crushed fools who thought they could dare come to my planet. There’s nothing to see but a fine, liquid paste. I smash the machine over and over, smaller bits break off with every hit. It’s as if I’m killing a cyborg, this mix of flesh and machine. For the first time in a long time, I smile as the blood splashes upon me in repeated bursts. But this small joy was not to last…

More bliss was on the horizon. An entire Armarda. All for me. From my place on the ground, covered in blood, I take to the air, bearing straight towards the burning warships entering the atmosphere. I smash through the entirety of the first one in the trilogy of commanding starfighters, explosions and fiery decompression following close behind. As the burning wreckage makes its way to the desert below, I veer towards the second ship, but am knocked back by cannon fire towards the third ship. I crash through it, stopping at the final hull on the opposite side. Most of the walls seal themselves. I stand, brush myself off, and walk towards the control deck. Soldiers pour out of their battlestations towards me. Their phaser blasts leave me… entirely unphased. A small few allow me to get close enough, while the intelligent keep their distance in retreat. The slower ones use their physical training, to no avail. Skills mean little without the power behind them. I receive a kick to the side, and punch the bestower’s entire right shoulder into a misty cloud of blood. He falls on his arm, and I step over him. The next few, still in fighting stance, their confidence shaken can barely move. I smash hit the one to my right with my forearm in the chest, and his blood explodes against the cold steel wall. The one in front, I kick in the stomach, and more splatter coats the hallway. I continue to walk, blasts flying around me once more, chasing them all the way into the control deck. Inside, they are in communications with The Network.
I interrupt their conversation of panic.

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