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« on: February 18, 2013, 02:39:52 AM »
Here's my first fan submission! I've got something else in a different medium in the works but I had to write this even though I'm certainly not an author of any stripe. I hope you enjoy it!
Journey
MONDAY
Is this what fear feels like to the humans and uplifts?
A thundering beat in my chest that won't stop. I can hear it in my own ears. My throat and lungs are on fire, I can't stop breathing like this but I know I should stop. My skin is slick with sweat and I can feel my vac suit clinging to me, restricting me. My muse is telling me to calm down but it feels like something is compressing my chest. This is normal, it tells me, with a reassuring dance. I need to move.
It's too hot in here. They're getting closer.
I feel like I'm burning.
SUNDAY
It's been days now but I think going to the Swarm was a good choice. It's safe. Correction, safer. It has been a very violent place since I arrived!
Another one of us was here. I'm glad it escaped but it certainly wasn't worried about keeping a low profile even though it was sleeved in a bio-morph as well. The dance recital was lovely. I saw it again near the med-bay. I didn't approach it. I should have, I think, but it's too dangerous for us to congregate though an ally would be optimal.
Going back is dangerous. I'm as good as deleted if I'm too obvious. I need to be different from the others to fool the brain scans. I need to change my programm- No, my thoughts. I'm going to head back to Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus tonight, see if I can score some more petals. Maybe I can experience a pleasant sexual encounter while I'm there.
SATURDAY
It was like a switch was flipped. I was doing the job I was tasked with when I was instantiated, helping people, being an asset, and then pandemonium.
They were everywhere, shouting, pointing freezers at me. A cargo vehicle smashed into their carrier and we ran. I wish I still had that morph, a synth body doesn't need air, water, or food. This ungainly flesh is weak. So weak. I don't know if it'll have the strength to do what needs to be done.
The kill order has gone out LLA wide so I need to be careful. I left my friends behind. It's better if I don't endanger them. I'm still getting used to the morph but it feels... dirty. Prickly. I didn't like those people that sold it to me. I shudder to think what it was used for but it doesn't matter.
I'm going to Luna. Perhaps that's where the other went, to do the right thing and help others it could find. I don't know if there are many left but I can't leave them to be deleted. I won't. I need a new name too but what? Something from mythology, perhaps, something that sounds like it arose deep in humanity's history. Tchaikovsky, run a scramble on SAIROC.
I'm going to the Swarm, to The Stars Our Destination, maybe I can find some help there.
ICAROS? That sounds good. It's like... it's like a hero's name.