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As his mind began to clear he opened his eyes and looked around. Everything was ringed in vibrating neon lights. Somewhere in the distance two giant lapis lazuli orbs blinked at him, shimmering violently blue with streaks of green. The blue. So blue. So vibrant. So bright. It blocked out everything else. The mountains, the fractured temple, the glimpse of hell just to the left. Everything was eclipsed by the blue, so massive and now so near. He could feel heat pouring off their surface like waves crashing against the shore. His hair stood on end and in a moment was ash, he could smell the burnt hair as the heat poured off those lapis spheres as they slowly crashed down upon him.
They gave him another dose of sedatives. His body was getting used to the chemicals, he was waking up more often, and his screaming lasted longer before the drugs could kick back in. He reacted as if he was on fire, sometimes even begging to be put out of his misery, begging for someone to end the flames that consumed his flesh.
Yet he lay there, strapped to the table, as he had for the last 12 months, in perfect physical health as far as we could tell anyway.
Sometimes I could hear his screams in my sleep. Sometimes, after he'd get used to the drugs we'd been feeding him, we wouldn't be able to quiet him for hours until we came up with a new concoction. His vocal cords would be ragged and bloody. We'd have to force a breathing tube down his throat so he wouldn't choke to death on his own blood.
I came into the lab at oh six hundred hours. My shift wasn't scheduled until oh seven hundred, but I wanted to prepare a fresh batch of sedatives. I suspected he would adapt to the last dose in a few hours and I wanted to try and get ahead of the curve. I entered the observation room above the surgical theatre where he had been bound for 363 consecutive days. And he was gone.
They gave him another dose of sedatives. His body was getting used to the chemicals, he was waking up more often, and his screaming lasted longer before the drugs could kick back in. He reacted as if he was on fire, sometimes even begging to be put out of his misery, begging for someone to end the flames that consumed his flesh.
Yet he lay there, strapped to the table, as he had for the last 12 months, in perfect physical health as far as we could tell anyway.
Sometimes I could hear his screams in my sleep. Sometimes, after he'd get used to the drugs we'd been feeding him, we wouldn't be able to quiet him for hours until we came up with a new concoction. His vocal cords would be ragged and bloody. We'd have to force a breathing tube down his throat so he wouldn't choke to death on his own blood.
I came into the lab at oh six hundred hours. My shift wasn't scheduled until oh seven hundred, but I wanted to prepare a fresh batch of sedatives. I suspected he would adapt to the last dose in a few hours and I wanted to try and get ahead of the curve. I entered the observation room above the surgical theatre where he had been bound for 363 consecutive days. And he was gone.
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"Tonight I break the silence."
It was quiet, the dread that fell along her companions. Their eyes dropped, gazes fell to the floor like so many fairies who had just been told they don't exist. The hopes of a half dozen people, all close friends, ragged from weeks of running, working, striving, struggling.
"Surrender. You mean."
"Some might say so. But I say we already won."
"No one believes that."
"Doubtful even you, oh deluded Cash."
"We can live to fight another day, or we can all die here."
"Die here."
"Life isn't merely existence Cash."
"This was our last chance to fight. We won't get another."
"They'll cremate our fucking bones Cash."
"Please Cash, rethink your strategy here."
"Emotions. Noise in the equation. Cosmic rays during chromosomal duplication. Free radicals in cell division. A passing singularity streaking by a freshly formed star system. Chaos. Chaos Cash. We are the death. Anarchy of warlords until the stars wink out of existence."
"We were chosen. And you, as our Primary. We can end here, as you command. We cannot press forward without you. An essential element to complete the circle."
"You fucking cowardly cunt! I'll kill you if you do!"
It was quiet, the dread that fell along her companions. Their eyes dropped, gazes fell to the floor like so many fairies who had just been told they don't exist. The hopes of a half dozen people, all close friends, ragged from weeks of running, working, striving, struggling.
"Surrender. You mean."
"Some might say so. But I say we already won."
"No one believes that."
"Doubtful even you, oh deluded Cash."
"We can live to fight another day, or we can all die here."
"Die here."
"Life isn't merely existence Cash."
"This was our last chance to fight. We won't get another."
"They'll cremate our fucking bones Cash."
"Please Cash, rethink your strategy here."
"Emotions. Noise in the equation. Cosmic rays during chromosomal duplication. Free radicals in cell division. A passing singularity streaking by a freshly formed star system. Chaos. Chaos Cash. We are the death. Anarchy of warlords until the stars wink out of existence."
"We were chosen. And you, as our Primary. We can end here, as you command. We cannot press forward without you. An essential element to complete the circle."
"You fucking cowardly cunt! I'll kill you if you do!"
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My Writings of Relative Significance
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If you could say anything I've written matters, then I'm listing those things here. This is not a complete list of things that I'm not embarrassed by, but these are all the deviations I've uploaded over the years. Next phase involves me turning journals into deviations as well and listing them here.
The Near Future Continuum
Yes a disturbing number of my protagonists wear black boots and trenchcoats and smoke cloves. They are all different people who are mostly unrelated. At the time I wrote them it was my signal that they were the "good" guy. Another theme is drug use, but its only the people who are really fucked up who inject shit into their eye. I think I saw it in movie and I thought it was so freaky that it stuck in my head. The girls usually have long black hair, they're dangerous and cynical but pretty.
Collapse Part 1 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Colla…
Collapse Part 2 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Colla…
Core - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Core-…
Machine Slave - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Machi…
Syn Part 1 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Syn-1…
Syn Part 2 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Syn-P…
Animal - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Anima…
The Middle Future Continuum
Same universe, different point in its chronology. These are post-earth.
Ember - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Ember…
Obsidian - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Obsid…
Xynwrithian Chronicles
"The Phantasy" or "The Blue Story" as it was called because the original drafts were printed on blue paper, was my "epic" a large story arc intended to span 3 books and encompass the lives of 3 characters. I started it around the time I was 14 and I decided to put it off because I realized I didn't understand Linguistics well enough to do justice in creating the languages of the cultures involved in the story. There's tons of notes written down, plus the start of a book of Proverbs that form one of the holy books for a main group in the story. There's also the beginning of the second book where the main character of that volume arrives on the world the world where most of the action takes place. This, however, is all that I ever uploaded. I knew at the time I wrote the other bits of story that they were terrible, and I needed more time to develop the ideas I had into a tolerable storyline.
Excerpt - xybre.deviantart.com/art/The-P…
Other Stories
Crime and Conspiracy - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Crime…
I was probably 14 when I wrote this. I was experimenting with writing from the perspective of someone of a different age than I. This is one of the few stories that has a well defined end and that I consider complete.
The Wraith Virus - xybre.deviantart.com/art/The-W…
The Wraith Virus was a very early piece in the Near Future timeline, but non-cannon I'd call it. It was heavily influenced by Snow Crash. There was actually a lot more to the story, but it's been lost to the sands of time and hard drive crashes.
Blank Slate - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Blank…
Written with the inspiration of flash fiction writing prompts. I really enjoyed it.
Poetry
The Day I was Born - xybre.deviantart.com/art/22-18…
My friend who was a teacher at my high school showed me Poe's poem Alone after he read this.
Factory Resonance - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Facto…
Science fiction poetry.
Staring at the Stars - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Stari…
I like this one especially because people told me that it wasn't a poem.
Into the Alley - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Into-…
I like my visual poetry.
Dream Girl - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Dream…
This was essentially my classified ad for when I was 18. It's basically the girl many of the females in my stories were based on. I can't say this isn't still appealing, but my tastes and experiences have varied a bit since then and I'd probably write something that stresses what I've learned in that time. Listed here mainly to tie up the lose end of where the origin story of the girl archetype in my stories.
Essays
Sex is an Aphrodisiac - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Sex-i…
My struggle with my animal nature. The comments are interesting because my responses were stretched out over years after the original was written and reflected my changing perspective.
Fanfic
Force Discussion - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Force…
I got annoyed with the way the Star Wars universe presents good and evil, so I use my own philosophy.
The Near Future Continuum
Yes a disturbing number of my protagonists wear black boots and trenchcoats and smoke cloves. They are all different people who are mostly unrelated. At the time I wrote them it was my signal that they were the "good" guy. Another theme is drug use, but its only the people who are really fucked up who inject shit into their eye. I think I saw it in movie and I thought it was so freaky that it stuck in my head. The girls usually have long black hair, they're dangerous and cynical but pretty.
Collapse Part 1 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Colla…
Collapse Part 2 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Colla…
Core - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Core-…
Machine Slave - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Machi…
Syn Part 1 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Syn-1…
Syn Part 2 - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Syn-P…
Animal - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Anima…
The Middle Future Continuum
Same universe, different point in its chronology. These are post-earth.
Ember - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Ember…
Obsidian - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Obsid…
Xynwrithian Chronicles
"The Phantasy" or "The Blue Story" as it was called because the original drafts were printed on blue paper, was my "epic" a large story arc intended to span 3 books and encompass the lives of 3 characters. I started it around the time I was 14 and I decided to put it off because I realized I didn't understand Linguistics well enough to do justice in creating the languages of the cultures involved in the story. There's tons of notes written down, plus the start of a book of Proverbs that form one of the holy books for a main group in the story. There's also the beginning of the second book where the main character of that volume arrives on the world the world where most of the action takes place. This, however, is all that I ever uploaded. I knew at the time I wrote the other bits of story that they were terrible, and I needed more time to develop the ideas I had into a tolerable storyline.
Excerpt - xybre.deviantart.com/art/The-P…
Other Stories
Crime and Conspiracy - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Crime…
I was probably 14 when I wrote this. I was experimenting with writing from the perspective of someone of a different age than I. This is one of the few stories that has a well defined end and that I consider complete.
The Wraith Virus - xybre.deviantart.com/art/The-W…
The Wraith Virus was a very early piece in the Near Future timeline, but non-cannon I'd call it. It was heavily influenced by Snow Crash. There was actually a lot more to the story, but it's been lost to the sands of time and hard drive crashes.
Blank Slate - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Blank…
Written with the inspiration of flash fiction writing prompts. I really enjoyed it.
Poetry
The Day I was Born - xybre.deviantart.com/art/22-18…
My friend who was a teacher at my high school showed me Poe's poem Alone after he read this.
Factory Resonance - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Facto…
Science fiction poetry.
Staring at the Stars - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Stari…
I like this one especially because people told me that it wasn't a poem.
Into the Alley - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Into-…
I like my visual poetry.
Dream Girl - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Dream…
This was essentially my classified ad for when I was 18. It's basically the girl many of the females in my stories were based on. I can't say this isn't still appealing, but my tastes and experiences have varied a bit since then and I'd probably write something that stresses what I've learned in that time. Listed here mainly to tie up the lose end of where the origin story of the girl archetype in my stories.
Essays
Sex is an Aphrodisiac - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Sex-i…
My struggle with my animal nature. The comments are interesting because my responses were stretched out over years after the original was written and reflected my changing perspective.
Fanfic
Force Discussion - xybre.deviantart.com/art/Force…
I got annoyed with the way the Star Wars universe presents good and evil, so I use my own philosophy.
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'what would you wish you'd done..'
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"what would you wish you'd done before you died?"
Random list of things to do before I die:
- Live in a factory
- Live in a cave in a desert
- Live in a jungle
- Own a warehouse or factory
- Own a nightclub
- Visit Berlin, Germany
- Visit Venice, Italy
- Visit Mayan ruins
- Learn how to make my grandmother's internationally famous soup
- Grow most/all of my own produce and spices
- Go on a solo spiritual journey - a wandering of the self
- Go on a group spiritual journey - a wandering of the pack
- Create my own rituals and follow them
- Write the story of Xynwrith
- Implement the story of the Fields of Glass
- Design and build a house full of secrets
Things I'd like to do, but are less important:
- Live in a castle
- Visit Tokyo, Japan
- Visit Aztec ruins
- Visit the Valley of Kings in Egypt
- Play DEMF
- Play Kinetik
- Visit the lines at Nazca
- Visit Stonehenge
- Visit Easter Island
There's more of each. I just can't think of them right now.
Feel free to comment or repost with your own lists.
Random list of things to do before I die:
- Live in a factory
- Live in a cave in a desert
- Live in a jungle
- Own a warehouse or factory
- Own a nightclub
- Visit Berlin, Germany
- Visit Venice, Italy
- Visit Mayan ruins
- Learn how to make my grandmother's internationally famous soup
- Grow most/all of my own produce and spices
- Go on a solo spiritual journey - a wandering of the self
- Go on a group spiritual journey - a wandering of the pack
- Create my own rituals and follow them
- Write the story of Xynwrith
- Implement the story of the Fields of Glass
- Design and build a house full of secrets
Things I'd like to do, but are less important:
- Live in a castle
- Visit Tokyo, Japan
- Visit Aztec ruins
- Visit the Valley of Kings in Egypt
- Play DEMF
- Play Kinetik
- Visit the lines at Nazca
- Visit Stonehenge
- Visit Easter Island
There's more of each. I just can't think of them right now.
Feel free to comment or repost with your own lists.
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