Thursday, October 9, 2008
The object of things of minuscule things.
True , what you are thinking is true. And you needed me to tell you that? Which probably means what you are thinking is not true at all. But then I might be telling the truth and it was me to tell you that. What point currently I am pointing out is the objectivity of human minds to assume that they can know the truth and lies. In my opinion there are no truth and lies. This is this and this is that. What the human brain , in my opinion , tries to justify the facts and fictions. So it could discern the line which they assume they must not ever stand on , moreover , stand on for a time. This is what I recommend you to do .... stomp on the line , make sure you are on the line , show everyone else that you are on the line. That is the truth.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Chapter 1 : Perceive
CHAPTER 1 : Perceive
The stinging sound of which seems to emanate inside your head shuts your senses to balance the pain you felt yet your accustomed to it , as if you've have been through this , this confusion , this swirl your mind experienced or dazing falling of the dark abyss your mind , for a time felt familiar as if we have been all over this?
Who?
You said we ......
You shake your head to rid of the confusion. You are slumped to the wall at your back. It hurts to even think , for an unknown reason , it is a sharp pain staking the head.
You try to even the situation and try to make a sense of the condition you are in , as basic human instincts usually do. Your eyes weakly seeks out any kind of shape or silhouette , it seems , to your tired eyes , a room , dark-lit and cold ...... you fall to a sleep , too tired to in trying to comprehend the surroundings.
Vision returns to you , woke up once again , the headache is still there , you realize a portion of your memories are missing. But a lot was missing ......
Your name , where you came from , how did you get here. Your hungry , depressed and angry at the fact that you let this happen to you. Something wet and cold flowed down your temple. Blood. Of course its blood you thought. You struggle to lift up your arm , to reach your forehead. The blood is partly dried and wet. You found the source , it was a line of poorly stitched cut. An injury ? An intentional cut? The cut feels too clean , as if it was a surgery yet the stitches are done hastily. Your thinking too much , you calm down and look for something to eat. The atmosphere seems humming and waiting for you in a silent noiseless buzz. This time , you can see more of the room than before with effort though. Amazingly , you got up. Legs failing , your back leans unwillingly to the wall and you droop to the floor. Give up , you thought. After a few moments of silence , sounds inside the room becomes more clear to you , little beeps as it is , in a rhythmic pattern as you listen. From the early perception , steel or plastic crates fill the room , although in it would seem it was messed and ransacked , empty crates won't be much help you thought.
Your shadow accompanies you through the room. Oddly enough , the consoles at the side of the walls of the room seems to be familiar to you. You know what the buttons are for and the functions of each utilities offered by the consoles. You remembered that these consoles are only manufactured for vessels , huge outer space vessels.
One thought provokes you to a run for the ship's bridge. The view outside through the bridge's glassy window , shows you the emptiness of vacuum and space. In the far distance , a multitude number of stars shine and twinkle gracing the void. You are feeling very tense now. Not enough of the shock from the pain , yet being , presumably alone and trapped in a spaceship in the vastness of vacuum with no immediate help whatsoever. You are thinking too much again. An idea popped into your head just after you were thinking up the worst case scenario. The artificial gravity and ventilation of air are produced from the spent power generated by the ship you therefore , there might be a possibility for you to still fly the ship to , maybe , a near habitable planet you thought. You rush towards the consoles for primary power and begin to familiarize yourself with the technology that feels strange yet known to you.
After randomly fiddling controls and pushing buttons , that it might be a bit rushed you thought , then to your surprise a beeping alarm came on. It is a beacon of assort , an emergency beacon to call for help through subspace or maybe just surrounding the nearest system. This could turn bad or , you hope , a decent rescue for you. You left the beacon beeping as you thought it is better than being trapped in the abandoned ship. As you wait with with doubt and worry , you explore the ship.
The stinging sound of which seems to emanate inside your head shuts your senses to balance the pain you felt yet your accustomed to it , as if you've have been through this , this confusion , this swirl your mind experienced or dazing falling of the dark abyss your mind , for a time felt familiar as if we have been all over this?
Who?
You said we ......
You shake your head to rid of the confusion. You are slumped to the wall at your back. It hurts to even think , for an unknown reason , it is a sharp pain staking the head.
You try to even the situation and try to make a sense of the condition you are in , as basic human instincts usually do. Your eyes weakly seeks out any kind of shape or silhouette , it seems , to your tired eyes , a room , dark-lit and cold ...... you fall to a sleep , too tired to in trying to comprehend the surroundings.
Vision returns to you , woke up once again , the headache is still there , you realize a portion of your memories are missing. But a lot was missing ......
Your name , where you came from , how did you get here. Your hungry , depressed and angry at the fact that you let this happen to you. Something wet and cold flowed down your temple. Blood. Of course its blood you thought. You struggle to lift up your arm , to reach your forehead. The blood is partly dried and wet. You found the source , it was a line of poorly stitched cut. An injury ? An intentional cut? The cut feels too clean , as if it was a surgery yet the stitches are done hastily. Your thinking too much , you calm down and look for something to eat. The atmosphere seems humming and waiting for you in a silent noiseless buzz. This time , you can see more of the room than before with effort though. Amazingly , you got up. Legs failing , your back leans unwillingly to the wall and you droop to the floor. Give up , you thought. After a few moments of silence , sounds inside the room becomes more clear to you , little beeps as it is , in a rhythmic pattern as you listen. From the early perception , steel or plastic crates fill the room , although in it would seem it was messed and ransacked , empty crates won't be much help you thought.
Your shadow accompanies you through the room. Oddly enough , the consoles at the side of the walls of the room seems to be familiar to you. You know what the buttons are for and the functions of each utilities offered by the consoles. You remembered that these consoles are only manufactured for vessels , huge outer space vessels.
One thought provokes you to a run for the ship's bridge. The view outside through the bridge's glassy window , shows you the emptiness of vacuum and space. In the far distance , a multitude number of stars shine and twinkle gracing the void. You are feeling very tense now. Not enough of the shock from the pain , yet being , presumably alone and trapped in a spaceship in the vastness of vacuum with no immediate help whatsoever. You are thinking too much again. An idea popped into your head just after you were thinking up the worst case scenario. The artificial gravity and ventilation of air are produced from the spent power generated by the ship you therefore , there might be a possibility for you to still fly the ship to , maybe , a near habitable planet you thought. You rush towards the consoles for primary power and begin to familiarize yourself with the technology that feels strange yet known to you.
After randomly fiddling controls and pushing buttons , that it might be a bit rushed you thought , then to your surprise a beeping alarm came on. It is a beacon of assort , an emergency beacon to call for help through subspace or maybe just surrounding the nearest system. This could turn bad or , you hope , a decent rescue for you. You left the beacon beeping as you thought it is better than being trapped in the abandoned ship. As you wait with with doubt and worry , you explore the ship.
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