10-05-2016, 06:24 PM
There is nothing. And nothing. And nothing. Flicker. Flash of light. Flicker. Flicker. Another flash of light. Flicker. Flicker. Flicker. Foggy cloudy light. Gradient white nebulae play across his mind through the gaps of darkness, distant worlds splaying out before him. He is floating in nothingness, beholding everything. And then he is rushing headlong, lines streaming past him, faster faster faster faster, heading toward one single point so distant as to be an eternity from him. And yet...so close.
The world crashes into him and every part of his body floods his brain with sensation. It is nearly overwhelming. The pleasure of it all, the rapturous joy that suffuses each breath, every smell and touch and sound raised to an infinite degree. He luxuriates in his body, in his being, this earthy animal being that he is and rules.
He embraces life as never before. Embraces the fullness of it, the totality of the human experience. He smells and tastes and feels and hears and touches life as never before. He exists. The end.
Marcus opened his eyes (the sheer infinite range of colors was overwhelming, as if every variation of each shade filled the room) and regarded the man next to him. His face felt odd, bound with gauze, the material rough against his smooth skin. His arms too where bound tight and the feel of it was uncomfortable (it was so glorious, the feel of each fiber, every strand nestling his skin). The man's questioning voice cut through the beeps in the room sincere (the music in his voice, the pure unadulterated emotion that overlaid everything was a song beating in time to the harmony of the machines.)
He took a deep breath, feeling the tube in his mouth rough against his tongue. "I can hear you,"
he mumbled, unsure if they understood him. To his own ears it was muffled. He raised his arm, pulling a trail of tubes, up to his face and pulled away the tape and pulled out the tube. It felt odd sliding out of his throat, and then a cool refreshing breath of fresh air fill his mouth and lungs. "Yes, I can hear you,"
he said to the man.
The man eyes burned of kindness and love, shining through the fatigue he saw. Marcus tried to figure out who it was. His eyes drifted to the men behind him. He recognized one. The cop from the square. Curious. Why was he here? Where was here? The last thing he remembered was killing that creature that had been attacking the Ascendancy. Then....he thought for a minute, trying to piece it together. Something about....No. It was gone. He had no memory of anything beyond that. And even that was spotty, as if only parts of it had been recorded.
He narrowed his eyes frowning, though, at what he could remember. "How is the Ascendancy?"
It mattered. He hoped whatever that thing had been doing had been stopped in time. There was still much to do. And to learn.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Oct 5 2016, 06:25 PM.
The world crashes into him and every part of his body floods his brain with sensation. It is nearly overwhelming. The pleasure of it all, the rapturous joy that suffuses each breath, every smell and touch and sound raised to an infinite degree. He luxuriates in his body, in his being, this earthy animal being that he is and rules.
He embraces life as never before. Embraces the fullness of it, the totality of the human experience. He smells and tastes and feels and hears and touches life as never before. He exists. The end.
Marcus opened his eyes (the sheer infinite range of colors was overwhelming, as if every variation of each shade filled the room) and regarded the man next to him. His face felt odd, bound with gauze, the material rough against his smooth skin. His arms too where bound tight and the feel of it was uncomfortable (it was so glorious, the feel of each fiber, every strand nestling his skin). The man's questioning voice cut through the beeps in the room sincere (the music in his voice, the pure unadulterated emotion that overlaid everything was a song beating in time to the harmony of the machines.)
He took a deep breath, feeling the tube in his mouth rough against his tongue. "I can hear you,"
he mumbled, unsure if they understood him. To his own ears it was muffled. He raised his arm, pulling a trail of tubes, up to his face and pulled away the tape and pulled out the tube. It felt odd sliding out of his throat, and then a cool refreshing breath of fresh air fill his mouth and lungs. "Yes, I can hear you,"
he said to the man.
The man eyes burned of kindness and love, shining through the fatigue he saw. Marcus tried to figure out who it was. His eyes drifted to the men behind him. He recognized one. The cop from the square. Curious. Why was he here? Where was here? The last thing he remembered was killing that creature that had been attacking the Ascendancy. Then....he thought for a minute, trying to piece it together. Something about....No. It was gone. He had no memory of anything beyond that. And even that was spotty, as if only parts of it had been recorded.
He narrowed his eyes frowning, though, at what he could remember. "How is the Ascendancy?"
It mattered. He hoped whatever that thing had been doing had been stopped in time. There was still much to do. And to learn.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Oct 5 2016, 06:25 PM.