He ventured off into the night with his task in mind, never noticing the flash of light from a warp pad some far distance away, the worried figures coming to investigate the devastation he had left behind. He squared his shoulders and sucked in a breath. They could tell him his purpose, or explain why he felt he needed one. These creatures wouldn’t be able to help him, but if he existed here, then another like him must too. These things had no purpose, no reason to be, yet he remained slack jawed in astonishment.Ī thought came to him. Looked on in wonderment at the bushes and brambles, the slumbering animals and lightning bugs glowing with content. He landed on lush green grass, stared in awe at the canopy of trees above him. He didn’t know why he knew he had to have a purpose, only a small incling in the back of his mind told him so. He knew he needed purpose, but couldn’t find what that was. Perhaps his purpose was just over the craters edge. He leaped from his cradle to the world above, perhaps his answer lay out there. He turned his attention to the crater he resided in, the sky above inviting him to explore. He examined his hair, short and dark cotton candy curls filtered between his fingers. He looked at himself, a one piece uniform of pink with an opening for his gem, a faceted pentagon in his stomach with sealed cracks running through it. He saw stars and dirt, pebbles and clouds. He scanned with innocent eyes, white diamond pupils encased in glimmering pink irises, he saw the ground beneath him and the night sky above. His feet touched down, his arms went slack at his sides, his eyes opened. A default pose, a remnant of information. With a violent eruption from the earth he emerged, arms outstretched in elegance as he descended to the cratered ground below. Shades of pink from head to toe adorned him. A formless light became a shape, arms and legs, head and torso sprouted from it. He summoned forth form and mass, outward, forward, becoming real. With mind and will he stretched outward from his comforting cocoon of crystal. The mind took from oblivion the realm of being, the mind became vast and infinite. Nothingness became life, no one became someone. It generated itself from fragmented data and DNA, and used it to mend the microscopic pieces missing from itself like mortar between bricks.Ī burst of violent white pushed away the void, becoming an all encompassing pink. ![]() It analysed the foreign substance trapped within its crystal. A piece of template to manufacture form, a piece of life to use for vessel construction. Only broken and unusable imagery.Ī substance was found, foreign but usable. Its files were corrupted, fragmented, broken. It searched for a suitable vessel, searched for a body to call its own. The being was light surrounded by darkness. Sad but great stories i suppose Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 182659 Chapters: 75/? Comments: 1012 Kudos: 620 Bookmarks: 87 Hits: 21945 ![]()
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