Πέμπτη, 23 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

Short ramblings from future projects

Dead Things

I killed a man here, once. At the banks of this river. I think it was right...there. Yeah, that's the spot. You can still see the stain he left as he bled out on the ground. I remember looking at all this blood pooling round him, flowing between the rocks, thinking "this can't be happening, can it? A guy can't have this much blood in him". He whimpered all the time, though. It's the whimpering I can't stand. See, when a guy's about to die, he kind of...regresses. He turns back into a little sobbing ape, crying for help to the rest of his pack. Had to push him underwater to make him shut up. Little ape went down like a stone, met all the other dead apes in the bottom. It's full of it down there, you know. I bet if you stacked them on top of one another, you could build a house out of all the dead in just the bottom of this river. Hell, you could get some good furniture out of the deal too. Moldy beds, old couches that grampas died in, baby trolleys. I think I'm gonna make me house out of all those dead things, one of these days.

Fermi-Lambach Principle
  
You do not seem to realise what we have stumbled upon, exactly. By accident, or fate, we now posses the ability to link two points in space, without crossing time. For the first time in human history, we have eliminated the need for travel. We have found the way to cross the boundless distances across a limitless amount of space, for no amount of time. Ancient Greeks had their seven league stride, their understanding of the ultimate means of transportation. We posses the sevenfold parsec jump, instead.


Anax


Each of us comprises an aspect of a universal organism originating from a single shared ancestor. Nothing ever really dies.

Oh Death

The old man could see it hunched over him, all this time. Its sockets looked into its eyes intently, drawing closer as he left the life drain from his body. He sang then, an old song he'd heard his grmpa sing on his deathbed, his voice hoarse and pleading. And the thing chattered its teeth softly, immitating his words. It sang along with the old man, pleading with him, an endless chatter that went on as long as he sang.
When the old man was done, it reached out its bony hands and cupped his last breath, stuck it in its pouch, then flew out of the open window, it teeth chattering, singing the old man's song.

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