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The Networked I

Posted in Exploration: Cosmos, Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on December 28, 2009 by GuNNhead

On the small flying hover-shuttle, the man tells me that he is Heritor Axivognt, and that he’s a soldier of sorts, a member of The Network of Communicating Planets. He says, without modesty, that he’s far-famed across the known universe for his adventures and exploration. He’s been advent to more new worlds than anyone else in the cosmos. We fly on towards a clearing, with the shuttle that will take us to the Orbiter. Nearing it, he tells me about what they’ve been doing.
“We’ve been in orbit, and encamped in this spot of the jungle for a few days, once we land, you should hurry on to the shuttle, and not to worry, because there’s plenty of room for you.”
The camp itself looks abandoned, completely empty. There’s one large ship, everyone is probably inside already; there are only a few people around it. It looks primed for take off.

We land, and quickly other men dressed in the relatively same armored uniform as Axivognt take the small hover-shuttle onto the ship, putting it in its hangar. More men come to greet us two, and Axivognt says he has some final things to get, going to retrieve them. The men lead me onto the ship, down the hall to the main deck, where I’m quickly given a seat. There’s a hurried air about the place, with many of the soldiers running to finish their tasks of preparation in time for the scheduled launch. Just as I am told to fasten my safety harness for take off, a siren starts to go off. For the first few seconds, I hope that it’s just the siren telling crew members that the ship is about to take off. I’m sick of this planet. Soon, I hear a voice over the intercom.
“Crew, please get to your designated seats, the ship is preparing for take-off.” After a pause, it continues. “We are only waiting for Heritor Axivognt to arrive-” It cuts itself off. “Correction, soldier Axivognt has just reported in, he is inside, and in position, and we are ready for take-off.”

I breathe a sigh of relief that nothing unexpected happened. I’m calm as I hear the engines fire up, and feel the ship as it begins to rumble and shake with the force of the engines. We become airborne, and gain altitude, when, suddenly, the mantis appears again before us. Casually flying by, it’s drawn to the commotion of the ship’s departure, massive claws about to strike. The proximity sensors start to blare loudly, and flash wildly. The crew acts hastily, and engages the giant bug. They deploy their main weapons, and fire. It appears to have no affect on the creature. A split second later, the creature explodes into a million pieces, covering the canopy of trees with its gooey innards. I feel foolish for being startled or worried, I’m with a group of soldiers who came to this planet, of course they’d be prepared for something like that.

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Celrdrrun Part 2

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on December 23, 2009 by GuNNhead

A kick connects with my side, crushing what I thought were my ribs, now a thick paste inside my armor. I slam into a large stone, splitting it. I hear running water as I come to, and see a figure standing over me.
“It took you long enough. Now, since you tried so hard to find me, how would you like to die?” The sun glares behind his black helmet and glowing green eyes. I know it is him, Celrdrrun. I spit out my words with vitriol.
“Celrdrrun. You destroyed my planet. I’m going to destroy you.”
“I destroy a lot of planets. All that work to find me for revenge? How disappointing. I’d hoped for more.”
“It doesn’t matter, you destroyed my planet, and I’m going to kill you.”
“In that pathetic armor?”
“It looks to me like yours is just a cheap knockoff.”
“… Pff. You fool, this suit is made of the best and most distilled engineering imaginable, and is the most powerful cyber-pure construction in all of the cosmos. My cloak and cape incite me nerveless, and I’ve altered the weapon systems, upgraded to Fluorographic power, a beyond vehement technology.” I can sense it, his suit is unalive, never hasn’t been. It was created, artificial. “You’re bleeding to death after those measly beetles nearly took you out. What chance do you have? How much power could you possibly have?”
“More than enough to rip out your spine and make this planet your grave.”
He attacks me, kicking me into a tree that gently falls over against other of the many trees. He walks over to me slowly. I have trouble standing, holding the gaping hole in my abdomen as my new blood joins this earth, and quickly I’m subdued. Through constant pain, disgraced, he slams his fist into the back of my head, and I hit the ground again, remaining there. He casually walks around, becoming verbose of his past exploits and immense power. I gather myself, and fire a gravity sphere at him, which he merely brushes off, only serving to annoy him further.
“I know the perfect solution for you. I’m going to tear that stupid looking suit of armor off of you piece-by-piece.”
“Just try it,” I say as I stand up, and leap at him, attacking, but before I reach him, he swings his fists into my chest, thundering me back into the dirt and stone. I bounce back, and strike out at him with my right, connecting, and send him to the ground. He grabs my arm on the way down, and quickly recovers, and rises, slamming me into the ground, holding me by the leg. He tears off the armor covering my leg. The agony is mind splitting. He tosses me into the air, and expels a giant green flame from his eyes, scorching me. I hit the beach, smoking, singed, and blackened. He picks me up by the throat, and begins his work, ripping piece after piece off of me. My eye beams naturally fire out of self-defense, to no effect. I can only assume he thinks that this suit was simply being worn, and not a part of me. I do not know if I’m even still human or if this suit has become my body. Shapeless bloodied limbs are all that is left of my torso.
“Any last words?”
“You will pay for planet Loameria”
“Ha! Loameria? How amazing that you will die for the one place I’m not fully responsible for: I was hired to destroy that pitiful planet by a being who called himself Kænus. Not that it will do you any good to know that now.”
I cough up my boiling blood.
“Now, what was it that you said you’d do to me before? Rip out my spine? That sounds like a pretty good idea.”
He slams me down onto the sand of the beach, holds my head down with his foot, reaches deep into the center of my back, taking hold of my spine, and tears it out with one quick pull. The world goes black. He blasts a hole in the beach near the water, and tosses my body into the hole, burying it under three feet of sand and dirt. I can hear the running water.

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Celrdrrun Part 1

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on December 21, 2009 by GuNNhead

After having proven myself against that Hellbeast, I make my way back to the central planet of the disavowed area, the head in tow. I go directly for what I need: information. My vitriol seethes.

I kick the door open.
“Here is the head of the Hellbeast!” I shout as I fling the decapitated remains on the countertop.
“So I see.”
“Now, what do you know of this symbol? It is of the one who destroyed my planet!”
“Yeah, I know that symbol, and that planet? Way I hear it, they were looking for something.”
“Who’s they?”
“The owner of that symbol, of course.”
“Tell me. Now.”
“Well, I only know of one guy who has that, a real tough guy, a vile pirate snake, you do not want to mess with him, though, he’ll kill ya before he bothers to look at ya.”
“Tell me where to find him, or I will kill you.”
“Eh, alright, alright, fair’s fair: info for a Hellbeast’s head.”

She gives me the coordinates, and information on him, and I’m on my way. Celrdrrun is his name. It’s said that he is impossibly powerful and ruthless, going to planets and destroying them, he gets his jollies by uncovering, saving and preserving the history of a civilization by destroying that same civilization. Rendering him as the only who can tell the tale of an entire glorious civilization, and how it was ended by his hand, in an epic planetary wide-scale war, against him. He’s a lunatic. I’ll enjoy taking him down. He wears a reptilian form of armor, the woman said it was similar to my own, yet altogether different. He’s on some planet, where he trains, hones his powers.

I arrive at the civilizationless planet, and leave my craft in a cloaked orbit. There’s an Orbiter there from The Network of Communicating Planets. They must be looking for him as well. I concentrate on my newfound powers to aid in my burning descent in solitary to the forested ground. I can sense his immense power nearby. It disturbs me to my core; it’s sick, and twisted. I can taste my revenge, so palpable, at the cusp of fulfillment. I will avenge a life I left light years behind.

As I descend, I begin to see small insects surrounding, converging on me, this new entity to the planet. Continuing downwards, burning through the atmosphere, I realize that they are nowhere near me, but approaching fast. They’re massive. My scanner fires up, locating and locking on to each of them, it makes them out to be some sort of massive horned kabutomushi beetle. My scanners quickly become overloaded, there are too many of them, too large; can’t get a proper read.

Visual is all I have to go on, and it’s almost useless in a swarm like this. One of their T-shaped horns hits me hard, flat, in the center of my back. Another lock horns with the first, crushing me ‘tween. I can feel my innards turning to paste between these battle behemoths in the mid air competition to destroy me. I take hold of their horns and shove them apart, pushing my physical strength to its limits. I fall fast as I free myself, having lost concentration on my limited flight, and become skewered on the horn of another one of the numerous other beetles. With blood flowing from the wound, I claw my way back up the horn hand over fist until I make it to the tip, freeing myself, falling off with a ‘thuck’ and the horn exits me. Unfortunately, I’m freed only to be slammed by another, sending my flying into the path of another, pummeled by horn after horn, being thrown around, down. The last one to hit me sends me spinning downward, flying into the tree line. Disoriented, I sling some well placed gravity spheres at the ones who bothered giving chase, exploding their heads clean off. I break through the canopy, and hit the ground below hard. Sticks, twigs, and leaves infiltrate my fresh wound. For a few moments, I lay there on the ground, bleeding, recovering, and separating the debris from the boiling blood.

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Breathe

Posted in Fiction on December 4, 2009 by GuNNhead

Breathe. Breathe anew. Take a moment. Do not worry. You feel everything. You are a creature of y our environment. You cannot help it no one can. It is impossible. You only exist in your current moment. There is ultimately nothing to exist because there is no moment, only moments that have passed. But this is not true, you have lived moments, they exist to you, in your own spherical realm. They exist in other realms, though. The realms of external Other experience. The realms to which you can only dream to imagine. They exist entirely outside of you. I am speaking of the realm of others who experienced the simultaneous conjoined experience. Their past experiences that shape their world view, and, yes, even their very persona, their ingrained “person”, to which whom they refer every independent iota of information from this global interface of media expulsion.

Onwards and upwards. There a many, many, many numerous amounts of those who cannot, can never feel what you have felt, for what has transpired to you, once again, can never be as vibrant nor vivid to you as to others, for their own experiences are tantamount to your own, much as yours must be tantamount to theirs. To love one more than yourself is a form of insanity I can never feel, for I have experienced the end within myself. I know of what is only acknowledged with fear or bravado. It is inside of me. Death is my internal organ. The heart. It no longer beats. All is one. A cell. My cell.

There are those who believe that there is a continual life after our corporeal form expires, and therefor do not fear what we have come to call death. It is comparative to calling taking a vacation the end of eternity. It’s simply not conducive to experiencing beyond.

The idea of ceasing to be is a concept that is difficult to fully grasp. The consciousness has trouble accepting or fathoming the absence of itself. We can’t have an opinion to the position that we will cease to be. To be. The mind feels eternal. To think of it as no longer being in existence is impossible, you cannot have an opinion on that, because you have no part in it. “Don’t be afraid of the future. It doesn’t include you, it only removes you.”

Consciousness is or is not transitory. That is up to you. Does your mind feel powerful enough to surpass the death of the corporeal? Do you believe you can reach a state of consciousness that can transcend? Do you think you can be enlightened to transpose your experiences into the ether. Purgatorium– based on the lack of will, a measurement of your inner most self. Wait here until you grow up a bit, maybe try again. You haven’t reached that point yet. You have become irredeemable. Suffer. You have lived your life, that was your reward. You have been found wanting. You are a saint. Language to describe a state of unknown; karmic scales to judge others. They’ll get theirs. Better you than me.

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Corulniath

Posted in Fiction, Sci-Fi on November 25, 2009 by GuNNhead

The are times when all must decide to become something that they are not, were not, to become what they are. One calls this the Corulniath. It is a time of deep inner reflection and progression. In this time, it is customary to separate yourself from all that you feel to be ‘not you,’, and surround yourself with what you want to take into yourself. This is what may be planned for the future, or what one has accumulated through life.

One of the elders recently came into via what none will describe. He, having been benevolent in his life, faced a sudden change. While some simply revise themselves, and take an inventory of what they have done, who they are, and who they plan on demonstrating themselves as from then on, this elder, in his time of Corulniath surrounded himself with nothing, and traveled far away. He returned many years later, revealing that he saw within himself a weeping demon, and spent years coming to terms with that inner self who sought to become the new man within, the exert itself outwardly, changing who he was. He embraced this vision, but only for himself. In this way, he kept who he was at peace, back in town, in society. Remember. Upon his Corulniath after his revelation, he found something inside him, the him he had come to be in his life. The weeping demon, still a part of him that he embraced. He sought to hide his actions while in that version of himself, in his return, he embraced who he had been. telling the stories of it.

Young people were impressed and frightened, could this sort of demon be lurking within me? Will it only show at old age after a lifetime of revision? Is it there from birth, waiting to be found? Discovery. Honesty. What is honestly? how can one be honest to oneself, or, for that matter, dishonest. One’s action is a direct reflection of who they are on the inside, that is all there is to it, that is all that can be of it. Nobody hears or sees or feels or experiences your thoughts, or regrets, or inner monologue, no matter how vivid and straight forward they seem to you. No matter how immediate your thoughts are, they do not matter at all to the outside world. you are who you appear to be, have no delusions in society. Only completely alone are you judged by your thoughts, and you are the only judge.

Our journey alone is one that is expected, and wholly natural. We are all born alone, and we all leave this life alone. One must take the appropriate assessments in order to be prepared that there will be a necessity for the mind to exist on its own, to create its own form of vision, and become one with all, taking into account only of the individual’s predilections, the only thing by which can judge themselves. The outside is made to shape one’s self against, while the inside is something one must form themselves to.

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