Clandestine. The heart leaps and in silence synchronizes with Earth and Wood. Parallel Universe? Intertwined X Dimension. Wounds are trespassers to my logic. I hate logic being denied. Like atmosphere denied oxygen. The wood old and hard and cruelly hibernating. Lifeless understands lifeless. Gold encryptions of life in contact with death. A coffin is a coffin no matter how generously kept. I want to laugh but then silence would be betrayed.
I am comatose from life though I am a model of life itself.
Each lung with their pitchers full of air and each blood fragment nestling the nutrients of my being. Each organ articulating function – heart pumping, kidneys registering, liver sorting and brain – each hemisphere tagged and coordinated.
However, the void of brain inside the membrane called flesh, titled consciousness (though interconnected by the trinity of subconscious and unconscious or even quadri as there is the flesh and dream strategies mingle polygamously-monogamously with all three or four or whatever).
I am the stale engine to universe of flesh.
There are flesh matters in this system. Flesh matters who abide by the system. I was a creature bred for the term “mate” – Mate as in I am supposed to hybridize objects within myself as in create mental flux.
I make other beings lose consciousness so that I can creep into them and make them do what they do.
For this I had a partner. The “partner” would mentally synch with me and we would gradually hybridize a being.
A Hybridized being then becomes a gear in the engine.
The Engine is our society.
We are drone-humans.
The Engine feeds something called Nucleus. Nucleus is a force of beings that can alter their memories and personalities and create Eras.
The Eras are time shifts that people need. For Our World had created a pseudo atmosphere.
Outside the Pamphlet, our pseudo atmosphere, is a terrain of dead animals.
When we had arrived into this planet the animals were dead.
But their memories could be harvested to create things. It sort of linked things to this giant cloud in the sky.
We realized that the animals died because their mind needed no bodies anymore or that the cloud was a disease.
Well we decided to harvest their energy into ours.
The Eras was to replicate possibilities.
Hybridizing people means setting them up so they understood the system and heeded the Nucleus’s commands.
The Nucleus wants to merge with the Cloud.
To do that they need the Engine…
I did not yearn for this.
The Cloud is a massive expanse of barren thought.
Logical Reasoning and only Logical Reasoning.
It is the Mathematical Model For Suicide.
I had seen it
I asked it: “What is Love?”
They gave me the answer: “0 sans 0”
“ What does that mean?”
“ 0 drives infinity; negation of 0 means nothing.”
I had tried to redeem the theories and reset the model.
Yet the answer was the same.
I then went to the Nucleus.
“ You can interact with Cloud?”
“ Yes… With Hybridizing – I hybridized brain matters of the corpses thus I entered Cloud.”
“ How did you do that?”
“ Well Syncing was impossible…”
“ Yes – we know that…”
“ So I used my own energies…”
There were whisperings…
“ Your own energies?”
“ Yes, I just tapped into residual thought – residual brain thoughts of the corpses and I went to the Cloud.”
“ And what did you see…?”
Individuality bypasses the organic stalemate life. True Collective bypasses the extremity of the horde. I had been engineered to protect the Engine.
Yet – the Engine was malicious.
I needed escape.
This planet does not need Pamphlet or Cloud Harvesting.
Its Extinction and New World Formation is what we need.
What has occurred to “partner”?
I saw “partner” but he looks worried: he was crying.
They tell me to do salvaging now…
No longer Hybridizing…
In fact by myself…
Independence is great..I…am ecstatic…
Is this what the Nucleus wants…?
What are these things they are making me salvage…?
They look like burial pieces…
Each crafted…each moulded…
They…they once housed the dead animals....
The Nucleus speaks:
“ The ‘mate’ and ‘partner’ will be joined. Then we will know. The time of Eras will end as we no longer need to live in our pseudo atmosphere, Pamphlet. We will bring the Cloud to us. We will fully utilize this planet’s capabilities. The ‘mate’ has great power but ‘partner’ will just give her a boost. This means we can finally do what we have wished to do. Become the owners and masters of this planet!”
In the Coffin for those lost species I read the encryptions. It was incantations to form the cloud. I could sense partner:
“ Why are you doing this?”
“ Because they asked me…”
“ You will die! This is suicide!”
“ I have no choice…you will die too…”
“ For a piece of Cloud!”
“ Yes – we were engineered for the Engine…”
“ They know I was becoming an Individual and that’s the way to reach Cloud…”
“ Goodbye though – I was glad to know you…”
I felt ‘partner’ perish.
I felt the models of disjointed words and numbers…
Eating me away…
The one who had no name…but was still Individual…but now with Cloud I had become from one Coffin life to another Coffin life: