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Nanoblack

November 25th, 2016

I shouldn’t have been seeing anything but a big, forever blackness. Instead, there was that face. Those giant, black eyes… that inhuman, oblong, gray head.

No!

I attempted to move, but my muscles felt… absent. Imaginary. I tried again, harder, tried to lift myself up, but felt nothing. I had no sense of my body whatsoever: no heaviness, no numbness… not the slightest sensation. I could breathe and I could move my eyes, but that was the extent of it. I slowly lowered my gaze.

I cried out, my voice a mere whimper.

Where my body should have been, there was scant, loose flesh. Where that flesh should have met other flesh, instead there was an oily, black substance filling the gaps. That was it. I had no arms, no legs, no body; I was a blob.

“What is this? What happened to me?” My words barely audible.

Spegg made a hollow, bubbling sound in his throat, then leaned in, his voice low. “I saved what I could, Wayne Robertson, but there isn’t much of you left.”

He dipped his finger into the black substance where my chest should have been and held it to the light. For a moment the goo dripped down his long, bony finger. Then it stiffened, skittered sideways, and leapt from his knuckle back to the exact spot he’d taken it from.

“This will hold you together while we source your replacement parts.”

Ouroboros And The Wolf

November 16th, 2016


It was both instantaneous and eternal. The ends of time rolled up swallowed each other and shorted out. There was no warmth for the cold to freeze, no space for the things to shrink… but the cold kept on coming, and the things kept on collapsing. That was the end, and the beginning, where everything that is, or ever was, or would be, converged. There are no words for it. It is no words and all words–all and nothing. A single, perfect absence.

And that was it….

Until it wasn’t.

Something gave, something out of nowhere: a slight, infinitesimal breath. A moment, an idea. A Word.

Then Everything boiled over.

Life took hold and yanked me free of the void. Stretched out through my body and mind, reinventing memories and pathways. A tone filled my ears, suddenly pitching up, as if some electronic device had raged to life. From out of that complete and whole darkness, a bright, white light struck my eyes.

A rough voice shattered the stillness. “That’s long enough.”

Color slid in from my periphery. Earth tones. Wood and stone. Iron. Wooden planks. Rusted cans with weathered labels.

A familiar face ebbed into view. A gray, oblong face. Teeth. And those eyes. Those, massive, terrible, monstrous eyes.

I gasped.

“Hello, Chikushou.”