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| System Stall Part 1: #4 The Sea of Explosions | |
| By indrahebat | ||||
| 31 July 2009 | ||||
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Aarrgh, I can't do it like this. I think I need to study tenses all over again. By the way, this is a story that might become a series of clips. "On the world without land, without anything to stand, a man walks the path to look for an answer..." The Room Fraction 4 : The Sea of Explosions Strange. I fall again. I fall because I have no words to talk back. That moment I forgot what I came for, my purpose, the key, that god damn key. Cane sure is a very good speaker. The fact that I got out of his shell in the most inelegant way is a hard proof of that. Well, he had always been like that since forever. That man is. But today is different, he is far more believable. Here in the open sky, the blue sea of crystals, I can see what had happened, The Sea of Explosions, the red ambient in the sky. The shocking view pulled me to reality, the urgency, the emergency. This is no good. This is no good at all. I can’t think of anything, anything at all to get out of this bad situation. How am I going to get myself out of this shit alive? In front of me a shell exploded to pieces, three big pieces and thousands of small ones. I look up, to see the cause of this disaster. Of course I already know the answer. There is nothing else that can cause this. Ｉt doesn’t matter now. No time for definitions or other smart talks. It’s the matter of survival, because the sky glow is getting redder every second. I don’t know what to do. There is no such thing as a safe place. Because, the only place we can be is shells, and they are not safe as they were this time. That red glow in the sky speaks for itself.. “I bet your shell was dead just now.” Cane’s words echoed in my head. Is it true? That I have no shell now? Relying on the statistics, it would likely be the truth. Yes, too bad. Having no shell means I have to get another one. Mine was a leftover. The previous owner died and I happen to be the first one to know that he was dead. Lucky me. Before I got that shell 20 years ago, I live in Cane’s. A life full of brain washing by the master of machines finally came to an end. And now it seems my whole life that would come to an end. No! I don’t believe it. Suddenly I felt anger came back to my soul. Maybe I am not a good person. Nobody would want to live with someone like me. Maybe people just don’t care if I Fall or die. But I can’t accept that people can’t do anything. Seeing those shells shattered in pieces, and imagining the people inside, hiding in the most dangerous place in the world, the place they believe to be the protector, making me sick. Watching them die meaninglessly makes me angry. Why!? I don’t want these stupid fireworks stop me from living. I’ve got to do something. I produced my wire gun again. I point it to a shell above me, and shoot. I want to go there again, come home, for the last time. I roll the wire back, the shockwave pull my body through my hand, again. But it’s harder this time, because now it is directly against gravity. I can feel the wind slapping my face as I go up and up to the high sky. Then I release the wire from the shell. Eventually I flew above that shell, continue to ascend. But within seconds, the wind on my face slows down, which means I’m slowing down too. But I don’t see any shell that can support my ascending movement again. Have all the shells been destroyed? No shells to support me again? Don’t make me laugh. I don’t die that easily. I look for shells on my altitude, hoping that I can land safely somewhere. (A host that demands you to stay float with it. A host that drains your beliefs.) I found one, and I go there using my wire gun again. This time I can’t land smoothly on the surface. Instead, I am still hanging with my wire gun on the side. I put back the gun and started to climb up. On the top surface, I looked around. The red glow is strong, yet it doesn’t get any stronger. Is it over? By the time I thought of it, one of them thrusts down just behind me. Lucky it didn’t hit the shell I’m on. I can feel the heat all over my body. It seems that their size is about a quarter of an average sized shell. My eyes followed it’s trail. Down there it curved a bit and hit another shell. The flower of explosion blossomed. The glow is getting redder there. I looked up, to see for a shell to hold my journey back to the top. Ah, my eyes hurt. The red glow creates an atmosphere that makes the air looks a little opaque. I can’t see any shells on the right spot to support me. Suddenly, a man popped out from some kind of a hatch seal behind me. He is carrying a gun. He didn’t notice me at all. Or maybe he noticed, but just didn’t care. He shouts to the sky, screaming unintelligible voice. He shot his gun randomly to the sky. Okay, I know what this is, a crazy man, a hysteria. We humans can never accept death. Everything we know is limited in this three axes world. We know nothing else. Nobody knows what lies beyond death. There is no one that we can ask, no one has ever returned. Limited knowledge produces fear, no doubt. Are we simply ceased to exist? I don’t care about that man. I don’t even care with the bullets he spent wastefully. I keep looking for shells to take me up. Suddenly, he noticed me, and screamed to me in an intelligible voice. So this man can speak anyway? “Hey, you! I see you have a gun. Can I borrow it? I will smash those stinking fireballs.” The sound of wind sweeps the distant space between the two of us. Silently waiting for my response. Damn, what is this guy thinking? You’re not just crazy, man. But you also have lost your knowledge in this three axes world. “I don’t have any gun!” “Come on! Help me stopping those monsters! They can be killed you know! I’ve seen people in the southern sphere destroying those monsters. We can do the same!” “I don’t have any gun or ammo to waste. Go ahead waste your own. Don’t involve other people!” I turned around to look for shells again, but there is still nothing. I walked to the edge of the shell “You don’t believe me don’t you? Do you think I’m crazy? Ha-ha! Tell you what? Everybody is crazy. Yes everybody is crazy. Because they don’t do anything. They just wait and wait for death to come pick us up. I’m not one of them. I won’t give up until this shell is…” Destroyed. …………… Silence, sudden deaf. Everything I see is red. Only red. Red air, and metal debrises. I don’t hear anything. Have I become deaf? Slowly my eyes began to see. The fractions of dreams and fractions of hopes. Mankind’s best friend, became fractions. The flower of explosion blossomed in front of me. No more words, no more thoughts. Just the celebration of death. This festival is surely the quietest one. There is nothing to hear. No body pieces to bury, just a red flower. Soon after, I begin to gain speed. I can feel the wind on my ears, but I still can’t hear anything. I don’t have anything to hear or think. No sound, no thought. No sound, no thought. Just vision. The vision of meteor shower creating the brilliant festivity of death. Yes, those monsters are meteors. It’s beautiful. The blossom of fireworks as they collide with the shells. Beautiful. And also, the red tailed meteors collide with the blue tailed meteors. An astounding view. Wait a second, I have never seen any meteors that have a tail like that. A very straight blue tail. Are they meteors? The red meteors glow in the head, but the tails is just cloud of dusts and ashes. But these blue one glows all over from the head to the tail. And they aren’t random. They always hit the red meteors. Suddenly my body hits something hard. I landed on something like a shell. Then my body comes to rest. I tried to get up, but pain hits all over my body. So I give up, lying on my back. I closed my eyes like I don’t care if I will die this instant. And then I hear voices. “Is he alright?” “I don’t know.” “He seems unconscious, let’s take him in.” I tried to open my eyes and move again, but the pain’s too much. “Hey, he’s awake. Come on.” I forced to open my eyes. And then I see them. There are three people surrounding me. “Are you all right? “Where am I?” This man smiled. “Thank god you’re alive. There is no need to worry, son! We came to save this locus.” I closed my eyes again, this time carrying the dream of the world of death, to the source of broken peace. I just uttered one word. “Hell.” And fallen asleep. To the dreams of the Blue Meteors.
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