"Old Sol"
Retreating.
In my gut a wrenching sensation of defeat.
What did I just see?
What did they speak of?
I feel so fatigued
[Sheela Na Gig]
Sons of Science. . .
Sons of Science?
The Sun's shining rays penetrate the porthole
Distortion
As I float, slow, back to my Pod,
The oddest tension grows in my brow.
What do I know?
The hatch was unwelcoming, opened
With the coldest
CLACK
Descend into my seat, Harness straps snapped into place.
Flashback to the base's ending;
All I see is darkness.
Te visor kept shut over the window
My self-censored vision allowed nothing else to show
But darkness. The memory feels like a dream. . .
I was in a dream. . . of...
I was in. . .
The dark.
Cin-E, Open the Visor
*******
Awake.
Even the lids of my pod were lifting,
Letting light in.
Space's velvet backdrop was pocked
and powdered with diamond stars, so far
Away. My face reflected flat uon the windshield,
in the cabin, rapidly breathing, beadish sweat
upon my greenish skin. As ARLS rotated,
Old Sol came into view, blinding me, briefly.
Then I remembered what I was Seeking.
Cin-E What is "Sons of Science"?
I'M SORRY I DO NOT COMPREHEND YOUR INQUIRY
The men inside the holding bay were fighting fiercely about it.
Is there nothing in your memory bank?
SEARCHING. . .
SUBJECT NOT FOUND
But how? Everyone inside was-
I'M SORRY I DO NOT COMPREHEND YOUR INQUIRY.
Can you extend your search to the floating servers?
Surely somebody somewhere knows something.
PREPARING COORDINATES FOR PHASE TWO
but-
CALCULATING
Already? but- No! I want you to find out what
"Sons of Science" is.
MY PROCESSORS ARE OCCUPIED
PLEASE ASK AT A FUTURE TIME
Cin-E, I order you to cease calculations, now.
CEASING CALCULATIONS WILL COMPROMISE THE ACCURACY OF YOUR LAUNCH.
MY PRIMARY MAIN OBJECTIVE IS TO TRANSPORT YOU SAFELY TO BASE HOPE
IN THE ENDEAVOR CRATER ON THE PLANET MARS FOR THE RELOCATION OF
HOMO SAPIENS I CANNOT COMPROMISE THIS OBJECTIVE PLEASE WAIT WHILE I
CALCULATE
Defeated, once more.
Never before this, did I experience this
Distant displacement of ignorance.
The inebriating frustration held my face
in a raging snarl; I heard the systems speaking
and then it hit me
Arls,
POD314159, YES
Do you have any information of "Sons of Science"
CALCULATIONS COMPLETE
INITIATING SEDATION FOR SPACE-TRAVEL STASIS
Cin-E, Wait.
I CANNOT COMPROMISE THE OBJECTIVE
PREPARING PHASE TWO-
SONS OF SCIENCE-
Cin-E, No!-
LOCKING RESTRAINTS-
NON DENOMINATIONAL SECT-
ANKLE-
MULTIPLE BACKGROUNDS
WAIST
FOCUSED ON THE PROGRESSION OF HUMAN PRESENCE AND THOUGHT
WRISTS
ORIGIN: UNKNOWN
ELBOWS
ORGANIZATIONAL STRUCTURRE: UNKNOWN
NECK
HIERARCHY: UNKNOWN
MOST RECENTLY ACCREDITED-
CRANIUM
FOR THE DEHABILITATION OF THE PLANET EARTH BY MEANS OF-
COMMUNICATION DISABLED
INITIATING PHASE TWO
SEDATIVE ADMINISTERING
Cin-E, No!
PLEASE REMAIN CALM
UNNECESSARY STRESS CAN COMPLICATE THE SEDATION
YOU HAVE A VIDEO MESSAGE:
My limbs were getting weak.
Eyelids heavy.
Sons of Science were. . .
The enders of earth. . .
For the progression?
To my confusion, a screen in front of me
illuminated his face. . . My leader. . .
"And so it begins son, and so It begins,
I have recorded this message for this moment,
No doubt Cin-E is fixing you up proper for your trip.
Destination Mars, specifically the base inside
the Crater Endeavor. I'm sure you have a lot of questions
undouubtedly you've been approached, by others who
Have escaped and see things a little bit differently.
Do not pay attention to these people, you and you alone,
are the key to unlock the future of the human race,
Without you, everything falls apart. Keep your wits
about you. you'll be falling asleep now; rest peacefully
for when you wake up you'll be weeks away from fate.
Go with peace. Walk with these men and show them
The Truth You See.
Your eyes, alone. Your words, alone. You, Alone."
Traum [0' I]
(Leave him, grab the boy!)
The first breath, I remember,
Forced shaards of dust into my lungs and eyes.
Blinded, my senses heightened,
The scents of sweat and blood
Dispersed with dirt and mud
Caked over odors of decay and death.
As the arms that had enveloped me went
Limp, then frigid, gravity embellished, not.
The fall brought shock and pain, unabridged,
and just as quick, a limber figure scooped me up
I kept my eyes shut.
The smells, the sounds so thick.
Never shall I forget the visions of hell,
Those nipped from existence
resisting adversities, vying to keep
me alive, preserved. such did six people
set out to do, alas, only five survived,
They left him behind in the city's maze. . .
[In Limbo]
"Traum [0' 2]"
Buildings blurred by. As we moved, the
adults shed their skins of armor and weapons
Discarding the objects in alleyways, discretely
Transformation
We stepped into the sun at the edge of the maze
It's rays burned me. My eyes, violated by it, dried.
I cried. Tears first, followed by screams,
The woman whho carried me, stopped in the street,
I was released.
I looked, there were no people but us, and I saw his face
And completely trusted him.
"Drink this"
He said, offering a bottle.
It tasted like water;
Then I fainted.
When I awoke, we were all riding in a bus.
I sat up.
His eyes were locked.
"You are more magnificent than I could have ever imagined"
What happened?
"Shhh"
Who are you, I can't remember anything
"Go to sleep. There is time, enough for explanation."
[In limbo]
"Traum [ 0' 3]"
She said to me:
"A true prophet knows nothing of the outcome,
A false prophet manipulates to manifest one,
This is what my mother said to me to say to you.
She was with you, you know. the day you met the prophet,
She picked you up."
Her Smile
"Now we haven't much time,
Lay on this bed and I'll mend your ankle,
I can't imagine it's broken,
Not from a slip like that."
Her Touch
"Off with the boot, now.
Swollen.
I'll wrap it up. . .
If you are who I think you are you could probably do it yourself,
But we need the privacy of this room, for what I desire to tell you."
Her Voice
"Mother warned that you might stay silent.
I'll let it be known I am not offended.
You're a strange man, but a man nonetheless,
Just like any other, Your mind is a program,
I'm afraid. You are written rather well,
but you are tethered to a great injustice. . .
There. You may put your sock and boot on.
Now sit up. Up!"
Her Scent
"What is your name,
What are you known as?"
I am known as POD314159
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