Amber
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
“You just try to get ’em in the head. Neck’ll work too. Wanna preserve the innards, understand?”
When the craft did arrive a few days later, their first act was a show of force, in which they vaporized 80% of the Siberian forests in a matter of minutes, having determined that there were no bananas being cultivated there. Earth’s military option was quickly dropped.
As though our visitor had tailored its request based on some vision of all those possible futures, exactly one million, just as it had asked for, volunteered with this same act of free will, the same commitment of spirit, to be exchanged for the healing of our blasted and dying home world.
“Just say it, Luke,” I implore him gently through the specialized vibration of my gullet and manipulations of the flesh around my beak. “What do you want to ask me?”
…these creatures leave us be while we rest, geared by evolution or some sick, parasitic intelligence to let their food replenish.
My arms are leaves. My heart is a severed stem. My eyes are yellow fornices. I am the Forget-Me-Not god.
“Y’know what?” I told the narrator. “No. Just…seriously. I’m tired tonight. It’s been an eight-hour shift and I had to work the cash through my lunch break because Peter decided to just not show up today.”
I will stay free this time, when I upload into the ether of dimensions beyond matter. I will not only travel the Wheel, but leap from it, to learn at last what lies beyond.
We knew it would happen eventually. These things are not a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’