Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)He bit and clawed his way out with vicious tenacity.
They were only getting in his way, these half-people. They stopped and politely asked for conversation;
"The weather is nice today" they would say, trapped in the cramped hallways.
"I just went and saw the funniest movie" they would say, when films didn't exist down here.
"Jeremy asked about you the other day" they would say about a person who never existed.
He cut them down, all the ones that stood in his path, and into a pile of sparks and circuits they would crumple to the ground.
He had to make it to the Inner Sanctuary, a place he had never seen but knew must exist. These frail attempts were only the beginning - something to tug at his more human compulsions
to care
to talk
to love,
but these were just immitations. Soon he would find the real protectors, things created and designed by minds stretched beyond reality, with no sense of suffering or consequence.
The markings on the wall shifted and the corridor went dark, illuminated only by glowing blue symbols. Some looked vaguely familiar and sparked distand memories of his days spent constructing such things. These, far more advanced that what he had worked with, contained massive ammounts of data tightly packed into flowing designs. He could read the important stuff though,
"Witching Hour" he muttered.
The world they lived in was closing in on him now, and he could feel the air pressure building in his chest. His ears popped as soon as he felt the vibrations rising from the silica floor panels. Not far off, rooms were shutting down and collapsing on themselves. Soon he would be forced inward, without choice.
There was no time to second-guess it. He made it out once, the only person to ever have.
He figured he might just make it out a second time.
They were only getting in his way, these half-people. They stopped and politely asked for conversation;
"The weather is nice today" they would say, trapped in the cramped hallways.
"I just went and saw the funniest movie" they would say, when films didn't exist down here.
"Jeremy asked about you the other day" they would say about a person who never existed.
He cut them down, all the ones that stood in his path, and into a pile of sparks and circuits they would crumple to the ground.
He had to make it to the Inner Sanctuary, a place he had never seen but knew must exist. These frail attempts were only the beginning - something to tug at his more human compulsions
to care
to talk
to love,
but these were just immitations. Soon he would find the real protectors, things created and designed by minds stretched beyond reality, with no sense of suffering or consequence.
The markings on the wall shifted and the corridor went dark, illuminated only by glowing blue symbols. Some looked vaguely familiar and sparked distand memories of his days spent constructing such things. These, far more advanced that what he had worked with, contained massive ammounts of data tightly packed into flowing designs. He could read the important stuff though,
"Witching Hour" he muttered.
The world they lived in was closing in on him now, and he could feel the air pressure building in his chest. His ears popped as soon as he felt the vibrations rising from the silica floor panels. Not far off, rooms were shutting down and collapsing on themselves. Soon he would be forced inward, without choice.
There was no time to second-guess it. He made it out once, the only person to ever have.
He figured he might just make it out a second time.
