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kajarainbow) wrote2003-01-22 08:21 pm
kajarainbow) wrote2003-01-22 08:21 pm
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Glass Sphere
I fought a hippo like creature. It was too much for me. It simply sported with me, despite my best efforts to increase my own speed for running away. It sported with me. Then, when I finally slumped to the ground to accept my fate, it opened its jaws to consume me whole. And, I was reduced to a glass sphere. I had only a whisk of my former self left, and losing my connection to the world around me, felt driven to ascend out of it after attempting to reform a connection with my old friends and family.
So, I went up, up, into the void of space, seeking the Near Control and beyond. I went beyond the solar system, beyond the galaxy, beyond the galaxy cluster, meandering at random. I attempted to maintain a mental map to allow a return eventually, but the effort strained what little memory capability I had—it become metaphorically like using a thread of ones own self, spinning oneself bare. Because this was a dream, the metaphor became true. Finally, I came to something... A strange-looking, miscellious station. I found myself in front of its closed doors, which formed barely visible seams in the sleek white surface, and I suspect that was simply for the visual convenience of knowing where the doors were. What little I could see of the shape stretched out to both sides of me out of sight.
But I did not have enough thread to actually travel the last distance to it. By this time, I had been stretched so thin that I could no longer remember what the point was in maintaining that thread. So after only a moment of hesitation, I snapped it, gathering in what I could of it, then approached, and my consciousness faded with the last of my energy. The people of the station took me back in and rewound me, with a special super-strong cloth that was much stronger than the materials of my old glass sphere body. I remember them putting chips and stuff in me, then I woke up.
So, I went up, up, into the void of space, seeking the Near Control and beyond. I went beyond the solar system, beyond the galaxy, beyond the galaxy cluster, meandering at random. I attempted to maintain a mental map to allow a return eventually, but the effort strained what little memory capability I had—it become metaphorically like using a thread of ones own self, spinning oneself bare. Because this was a dream, the metaphor became true. Finally, I came to something... A strange-looking, miscellious station. I found myself in front of its closed doors, which formed barely visible seams in the sleek white surface, and I suspect that was simply for the visual convenience of knowing where the doors were. What little I could see of the shape stretched out to both sides of me out of sight.
But I did not have enough thread to actually travel the last distance to it. By this time, I had been stretched so thin that I could no longer remember what the point was in maintaining that thread. So after only a moment of hesitation, I snapped it, gathering in what I could of it, then approached, and my consciousness faded with the last of my energy. The people of the station took me back in and rewound me, with a special super-strong cloth that was much stronger than the materials of my old glass sphere body. I remember them putting chips and stuff in me, then I woke up.