She smiles
[…]
One of the women fed me today, strange I know, to feed but but…it gave me strength… I don’t want to believe what I think that means…but I see it in my complexion grey dies out revealing my fair skin…Aleph’s fair skin…
[…]
They do it regularly now…feeding me, for the days that go on, I’m strangely surprised they’d do this but with, more food around from me accessing locked portions of this place it would be reason they would,
Yet few murmurings betray this expressed kindness glances and strange looks…
But I still feel love pour in, their love…. God’s love it’s done with care,
In the dead night when they all go to rest, a woman comes, the same woman as before, who smiled to me…she’s been feeding me regularly despite there being no reason for it…
Yet I do feel strengthened when she does it.
water they purified through fire from coals, and as my head tilted back she uttered a prayer
‘Romans 12:20, ‘If your enemy Is hungry feed him,’ Her voice is smooth…
I can’t move, yet for a moment, my eyelids grow heavy. This kindness…her words, and care..it has me thinking of a human I’d known…Arianne…
I miss her….
[…]
Dreary days stalk by, I feel cold air prick my skin and hurt rather than soothe me as if I’ve become alive, the more I use this ability the more I soon realize my heart still beats.
In any instance it would cause me great pain, for my heart to become live, then after ceasing usage of this ability its gone…but there is a delay now when I cease control and entanglement of technology…. It’s growing the more I utilize myself to keep this sub-level together, each time I activate a door.
I feel a warmth I think I would’ve felt when I was a child playing carelessly in those armed streets with Arianne….that warmth is something only humans may be able to feel…
[..]
That warmth subsides in the latter days, it has helped me understand something…I’ve learned much… I hear a noise call….
[…]
Here I am, Lord….
amongst the children..
I see a boy amongst them, He reminds me of myself, the underground is dangerous, broken tiles, rats, there is the occasional rusted metal that burts free from a wall, in the late nights for them hammered into the wall again.
The children are born into pain and have a higher tolerance, but he is unlike them, he is alike me..weak, pale not under the lights his mother keeps him inside without the artificial sunlamps..
His mother isn’t human…
I for days here hadn’t seen her, her appearance deceived me, she was a “Polarie” I came to understand, and she was tall remarkably tall.
Her skin pure, she looked like a silver doll, yet her son had no resemblance of her,
I watched him from then on…this boy was like me…
[…]
I see one day, the children play within my sight as I am near the canal, near a cracked wall, it appears dangerous to me, I’ve seen the rats that nip at my feet as I am still mostly motionless come from there, they’re large, they stink of disease…filth…infection.. Why are they living in such a place where they fight this off… Who would do such a thing, to cast children elderly..to this place, where mold and rot had given some bloodied cough…
[…]
That young boys name... I don’t hear it, but it is called again and again by the other children.
A boy, A girl, and a girl….Asaph, Saiyah, Anna.
One Nudges his head like a distasteful elder brother, one carefully watches him as he nearly trips, yet occasionally tears into him all the same as the former and the last gives him a hateful glare…I laugh recalling them…my unit, after I glance again I start to wonder if they’re alive. How they are managing, I know they are likely dead but this gives me hope…
Asaph, Anna and Juno..i see the qualities in those children that might help them last without me….I wonder if those qualities they show are even vampiric… do they imitate us? Or are we imitating humanity?
[…]
I follow this troupe of children, by the grace of God I am allowed to see, to spectate.
They play, they laugh, they joy together, yet I see his mother afar off…watching, failing to take her eyes off…I want to consider that she may not be the only Polarie here...
[…]
I don’t see them anymore, I hear weeping…what has happened? I can’t move…I can only look into the canal, I’m hungry, in pain and yet I want to fight to see, more than urged I have ever been in my life…why do I hear crying?
[…]
The boy fell ill…He was bitten by a rat, the fearful boy watched the younger girl who doted on him get chased and he got it to scurry off..but.. I hope he is fine.
Why do I care?
Have I been brainwashed?
Are they invading my mind?
I’m not Vampiric..I’m so human…I’m becoming weak…
[…]
…. why……even in the darkest crevices of habitations held for humans on New Persia, there was medicine left for those cast aside into dark habitation districts,
these refugees didn’t even have that…
At first, I wanted to question why their God allowed this. They prayed to him daily…
He gives and he takes…. The Preacher stood beside me, weak over the wails of a grieving mother beside me.. as if to answer me..
Yet as if the Preacher saw through me with discernment, I could feel something…a snap occurring in me, he took me on their day of remembrance they had me at front. As he preached funeral and obituary for that child…they buried him.
Out of all the consolations in prayers he spoke for mourning one spoke to me…
“To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven, the heaven.” He consoled the mother…the mother who had fed me who now mourned…
The preacher spoke that night to ease the burdens, the spoke of how that child will now rest in the ground until the “Shepard” returns…
God allowed this… evil to persist and bring death... Yet it is men who carried it out…
These people are cast to the darkest pits, I know why. It’s obvious, they are wholly opposite to the worship of self, they are enemies of those corrupted machines and those humans who betrayed them, who cast them here with little, locked-off access to what they should have….
God may have allowed that boy to die, but it was by the hand of man that it was facilitated…damn them…Damn humans
[...]
I worry Arianne may have suffered a fate similar…maybe amongst humans…maybe amongst my own…I don’t care now, I feel erratic no longer wondering if it feels human to have this cry for vengeance in my chest, its urging me to stand even when I shouldn’t be able to.
The pain of hunger and starvation subsided, it was like knives piercing my soul…but witnessing this
It was as if boiling water was for me to drink, I was raised by humans I can’t change that…so I accept that I’m weaker because of that…
.. They strengthened me when others hadn’t and even sought to console and feed me.. an enemy..
I’ll avenge them
[…]
a man full of madness can know nothing… I know they do cause I was in the Mechra’s hivemind they seek to worship mankind as some sort of image of war I still see glimpses of it, in the darkness…I’m losing this paralyziation and I feel limbs twitch, but as I come back around and as I feel liquid pour into my veins I feel cold..I’m losing it..
that humanity I’d just gained….
[…]
“..I need your help…” A voice stern and cold like the air breaks me angered mrumurings
A cold visible breath forms at the end of my mouth even as I’m slouched,
he carts me away from the edge of the canal I teetered close into tipping over into without help, he fights the strain of moving my heavy body even with support of this impromptu wheelchair
I can’t turn my head but notice the lack of sound behind us…everyone is gone, not to see us…and the preacher takes me away….
We go down the path past the buildings they were huddled in and even father than that, we moved down the pathways of the canal until it looked like a post-apocalyptic underground habitat and more like a post-apocalyptic ruin,
We went far enough on the far right hand of the canals a darkened corridor..a gate…… was in sight far farther than any other location I immediately would’ve recognized from the many times I was dragged around
That scent of mold, decay thickened as we departed…
And in my eyes bones, a valley of dry bones..they were the ruins of poor rags that startingly still have the quality of these people…
[…]
As the chair rocks, as I go through the bones, there had to have been thousands of these people maybe even millions, they don’t live in that small section because they’ve been cornered but because they can’t bare the stench of death and its corruption and uncleanliness….
I see bodies piled high…
My strength has returned…
[…]
“You wonder why we suffer persist here…” I didn’t ask audibly…
But I considered from his faith that clear worded instruction he gave from book of testimony…..He and this people are beaten for their faith, he himself stoned from bits of rock stuck within his skull…
Marred for truth like his God had been, like his God had borne beating until the cross, lashed…
Like the rocks I gaze toward reached a stop, and it was a place I’m sure I crashed through in, I see bits of marred purple under heavy rocks, broken…Like these people
They’ve been tortured here for years and years I can see that now from how the children though suffering were comfortable amidst torment…ever since the Mechra ransacked the minds of those who remained above.
Stolen novel; please report.
But I think, of this captivity…it sounds like what Arianne cried to me for, what her parents let their lives be taken for…
This fills me with a terrible resolve…..I can’t afford to lay down here, this is something truly gruesome…maybe the others could’ve seen this and ignored it, but I cant.. my upbringing won't let me…I ponder if I had even honored my human father as much as I should have... the man who raised me until he died.
These people and their suffering…to my mission its inconsequential. But I realize now that they are worth something…they lived long enough, they hold inherent beauties I was assured were strength, resilience of human beings but it is not their strength.
Faith and hope, is not their strength but whatever God they serve they hide in his strength...
These people can’t fend for themselves they are weak; their God has allowed many things to come unto them.
But I’m glad he has allowed this one thing to fall upon them, a dreadful monster is among them and through their love which was God’s love imparted to them, imparted unto it.
It has gained strength…
I’m going to repay the machines, If God has allowed evil, he will allow mine next, I’m taking vengeance seven-fold... If this God wills it.
[…]
…”
“And on what word do you darken council?” The Preacher chastised me,
and it bit so clearly
, I stepped out of line I was raised up the blood of being human sustained me, my body in unnatural human conditions was healed, a violation of what made someone human or Vampire.
I was monster all the same
The Preachers eyes widened…He cut into my words as called that I may have been here by God, this God he served..
“Let the word of God he true and every Man a liar.” He coldly called me out..and I had to recognize I was erratic…hunger, it had driven me to care…it had scrambled my brain…but for some odd reason as it’s now faded…
subsiding pain. I still care. About these things…these humans
“Gather your people, we are leaving.”
“Did you not hear me word-“
“If it not be on God’s blessing I came here, that I crashed to you, then it will be his allowance and willingness I intend to do as I will as long as he allows me to live another moment…”
My daringness had him speechless…
A certain ferocity in me, I had a mission to stop what the Mechra are doing here, but first I will do to my discretion left to me from lack of command when I landed.
I’m going to place these people in far greater homes, albeit captive to my Empire
“God Willing none of you will remain here.” I boldly declared
-
\\ TWO MONTHS AGO //
\\ Approximately One-week AFTER ALEPH WENT MISSING //
Asaph and Anna hadn’t meant to take command from Juno it just happened, this broke from Aleph it just happened, one moment he was gone,
The assault on the tower was ill advised Saiyah was missing, then lost it, they held much of the city now they fight in rubble, out of ammo, out of weapons they dive in and out of the grey ruins catching their prey, hostile Polaries, humans who hadn’t yet fully evacuated…anything to stave off their heightened sense of starvation here…
They fought harder than they ever could of imagine, razor sharp gunfights became moments where they are chased, tailed, strange aircraft litter the skies….
A screen two months ago had shown its name on screen ‘SERAH’ and told its weakpoints, a diagram flashed on a billboard, they’d followed it ever since.
Beating the mechanical beasts with bare hands…
Saiyah gone, …. Asaph was off put no longer to hear the soft remarks that made light of any situation he took seriously, he had nothing to scold her for she wasn’t saying anything cause she wasn’t there…
And the city it was alive, roads parted, turrets emerging, at first it was attacking them but startingly that changed as it began to engage them….
Something strange began to take over New Greecia this city they occupied part of... in midst of the heaviest bouts of fighting, machines scrambled, a whirr…
A friend had control of the city, the planet had its teeth bared and opened to swallow them whole, yet recently. Ambiently…The automated defenses of the city that fought against them, fought against the city as well, bits of it uplifted roads, blocking off major portions of enemies
an airship come overhead, and a sunken missile battery raised, utilized against them….to terrifying efficiency
-
Now they were facing twilight, the entire planet was coming down on them. They were facing the end, not a single one of them had died for even now as Aleph was absent he guided them, and his guidance continued even in his absence.
-
Asaph pondered on Aleph in this darkest hour.
The one amongst humans.
[..]
PRESENT, TWO WEEKS LATER
\\ THE TOWER //
There was little to be done, the one who was expected to be lead, first amongst the Polaries something extraordinary was left catatonic for a time she was recovered now but that had them waning, as far as they knew she was beaten in combat from all the blood grease on her, and with word some of the most powerful autonomous vessels including one-unreplacable it was clear things had taken a turn.
She-nephilim was distraught, her mind scattered, David extended a hand to aid their greatest probably profitable protector. David took in many of the she-nephilm who’d lost their families in that gruesome attack, he got them up together and in two seeks their “god” shaped them up to be ready to train
They can’t even manage more losses amongst machines or organics..they’re going to die here if things don’t change..
They have to do it soon or later. And David knew that…They all knew that, it’s why they now meet in this chamber.
Dimly lit in grey arrayed in black metals, bumpy, rough-hewn geometric shape, octagons loosely held together forming a floor. A blackened abyss beneath their feet should stand on thin bridges that connected many floors.
While he was finding himself amongst humans assigned to greater duties, he made a habit of harassing the mecha, the languid chamber where the “gods” bickered and argued, unable to come to terms and agreement.
“We’re out of time! We have to do it soon Or we’ll miss our chance here, with all the tools readied!” David barked out, he took the stand and was now letting everyone have it.
“Even if we have all the pieces have a better hope in delaying–.”
“PROPOSTEROUS! THE MECHRA OUR SERVANTS HAVE FAILED US! WHAT GODS WILL WE BE IF WE ARE EXTINGUISHED BEFORE OUR ASCENSION!?” David shouted at the man lancing him with words as he stuck out finger in his direction, the echo of the room made his voice all the more powerful.
A woman oversaw as he bickered, cursed, and raved.
“We are not going to accomplish this, the piece of our ascension if we can’t hold out…” He looked to Delta, the machine seemed as conflicted as it could appear and its head pointed down into an abyss. The creeping failures striking the hivemind.
Delta clarified “I understand your worry David, but the Ascendancy protocols are clear in what we are going to be risking should yo–we fail to ensure you measure to its requirements in a timely fashion.” Delta chittered on
The others watched and one of them spoke up “Delta you are among all the intelligence in the hivemind the greatest, and we grace you by allowing you audience and input.” One of them corrected and was looking to chastise.
David barked out for the man who was scolding Delta “You hold us back, I care nothing about the Cold Atom-nonsense, you investigations with it and all it is, is nonsense you have nothing sweet to tell!! Ever!?” David barked out at Delta.
The machine computed the rashness and couldn’t hope to understand mankind, in one moment the mind of machines linked to these vessels all over considered ‘we are going to lose…’ and then in that very picosecond they came up with a solution.
“We could utilize investigation on ensuring the Quantum Coherence is...–Negative…” Delta paused and caused a varied bit of silence in the room, the expressions changing and even the woman above them all on a darkened pedestal arrayed in a spotlight of pinkish hue looked upset at the strange pause.
“Calculations finished, method and equation for stable Quantum Coherence resolved, but we can’t assure static 100% likelihood of success.” The machine saying that was a stark contrast for the room the inability to give a robotic reply, that it even had a hint of emotion and worry had them pausing.
David was there to witness the many times Delta described this “Is it the nanites?” David understandably asked
It is…we can’t be assured that the method of bypassing inability to transfer information via entanglement, utilizing the nanites to pre-encode your mental data have success rate more than –!.”
“It doesn’t matter that’s enough.” A hand raised with authority over machine
After there was a pause at that words that cut in, A woman was amongst them, atop pedestal the her long blonde hair flowed upwards in the antechamber in the room connecting to the room, with a thine transcluent pinkish wall of energy that glowed staring down,
Her hand waved upwards, and David went nodded,
‘David is right we are running out of time,” She is already in the suit.
The carbon fiber techsuit wrapped around her like a full bodied skin-tight suit, yet it seemed extrouded on all corners from all over, the armor and uniform bulged outwards, points where wires could connect, piping in the nanites when the flesh would be impaled.
Her body rose and shrunk as she exhaled deep and than inhaled, taking in deep breath.
After answering “And about the issue.”
“Of course, that malignant entity, that had adapted, intruded our systems we will be dealing with him shortly give us time...” Delta begged of his masters and gods.
“Give you more time…..” She thought on it and looked toward center-piece that allowed them to even consummate this, to set this up…how much time did they have…The aliens that built this place…
In middle of the arena-like room.
There was a fifty-foot-tall spear in the room in front of them all, it was a mockery initially created to give insult to mankind and their master, it bore the image of a cross center-piece in bold, and runic, the image laid on top of the spear
[XVVIIILJ2] engraved in embroidery around the sharpened pointed end of the spear, it was a massive spear, as wide as it was tall, and was about to be utilized, for all its majesty and mockery and fantastical appearance it had a clear usage.
It could pierce mankind, It was a weapon and it would be utilized to bring about–
\\ THE TOWER LATER [PRESENT October 11th 3049AD HOURS BEFORE QUANTUM CRISIS ATTEMPT] //
they needed to work harder -You nearly cost us everything he cried in the face of all that they’ve lost as he watched them face the many humans their “gods” who had died.
, David was now rallying all the faithful…but seeing so many die,
the Polaries faced a crisis of faith...that he carefully and quickly instructed them away in, they took part in rituals mingling their bodies together with their gods and the machine, and in enough time they were different, they cast off their flesh in shame.
They separated themselves from their bodies and became even the more different, strange, they had false skin that mimicked what they had before but now through training it endured ballistics-small-arms, they could warp metal with their bare hands bending steel, collapsing titanium plates inwards with strikes….they were something else now…
Joan realized it….she was farther from what her mother would’ve wanted..
But it seems she’s been blessed by the gods to fight on their name, afterall so many died in this city she needed to earn the favour of her gods again
David had been first to bring down swift punishment for the She-Nephilm failures, at all even though he was one to uplift them at their fall.
She realized it was tough love, but how tough was he?
Am I heretic for now realizing how fragile and hopeless you truly are. She thinks to herself as David scolds her in memory.
David repurposed polaries so damaged in the fighting that they couldn’t be warrior servants, they would be desperate angelic servants to the human “gods” remaining and they did serve without dignity, to appease their angry erratic gods whom were facing mortality…
Hera and Miriam stood beside Joan the depths, it’s been two months now and five days, she can see the stats on the computer screen displayed ahead of them.
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[POLARIE MILITIA K.I.A 663,124 Estimated
[MECHRA COMBAT-CLASS VESSELS D.I.A 1,663,621 Accurately Confirmed
[Hostile Agents Class-Goliath, ‘Shocktroopers’ 0 K.I.A
[Reinforcements due for arrival in four hours…. three-point-five hours…]
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These were the combat stats after the initial attack and up to now,
Joans eyes glazed over it from the tower, and she was witness to half the casualties twice as they were attacked shortly after, now it’s been two months and a few weeks maybe…–and she’s in the brightly lit room
she saw on computer Slick screen display the extensive calculated display, blurring in pinkish hue before flashing in detailed color the depths of the assault.
The assault lead that killed her family, her gods, crushed her home.
Hera and Miriam weren’t as destroyed they had reported their families for failures in faith,
Damned good riddance for us, a tragedy for you Joan… They coldly responded, Joan couldn’t relate to that coldness, she wanted them alive if even to be servants, slaves, even thrown to the depths like the humans and polaries who rejected the truth…Just alive is what she wished they were.
Her hurt burned with hatred for that one with purple visor…
“There is an entity, we’ve identified amongst all the other enemies, you are to charge and go for this exact enemy, we ourselves are facing a new kind of attack we can’t adapt to, but in all hopes this will not affect you as partial-organics now.”
“Can you tell us what he–…what he can do?” Hera spoke in interrogation, staring ahead in the darkened chamber.
“A biologically dead enemy that has strangely mastered Eelectronic warfare, a walking anomaly we hope to research should his body remain intact.” Delta stated
“What’s so special, would this affect our cybernetics?”
Delta assessed visibly his visor flashing green “You are 100% right for this operation, you don’t operate on our systems, the vast majority of our systems are partially non-binary but still rely on strict technologies that are heavily susceptible to Quantum Entanglement.”
“Delta, are you suggesting there is a walking biological organ–.” Miriam stumbles for a moment
Delta corrects “Biologically-dead, organism capable of hostile quantum-entangle directed specifically for and against machines, the nature of it will revive this individual, we assess this may have separated visor color, a disturbance of technologies within their own armor.”
Questinos were to be asked by Mirian and Hera but Joan cut it short.
“Give us the rundown of his armor then.”
“Hunk of Metal.” Delta spoke and Joan sort of frowned at that. And just went on “We are killing our time, Delta..what are the strict capabilities.”
“The higher levels of your cybernetics must be tempered, he has express contact to capably disable, read and manipulate machines, capable to degrees of simply destroying certain electrical devices.….”
There was a sudden display, it was reflective of the street-cameras, it caught someone on view
Aleph and as he soared from building to building what little lights there were ambiently cutting off, shutting down entirely, a view shifted and in a flashed it showed him stalking streets only viewed by careful predictive camera placements years in advance for a situation akin to this.
His hand rose, and a street-light sparked, embers flying as it cut out…
“It’s the one I saw!…? Killed my friend, my mother-” She didn’t finish her voice shaking more and more by the minute.
“Yes.” Delta answered, his fingers tapping together, they made a resounded clack as the dense display material flashed a plain pearly whites, before grey-pinkish images showed of him raiding a skyscraper, being handled by a Maiden-Caste and then falling out.
“This is not capture, we have passed a point of discussion deal with it.” Delta announced finally.
The three of them carefully nodded, She-Nephilm created to protect humans whilst the Mechra were a confident hivemind intelligence too aware of its own superiority of them, it found the Nephilm filling a place in the spiritual hierarchy, and it was damned good thing.
Eternia was highly resourceful and held them from Apostle-Galaxy in her direct command and control alone, they were capable, something like this was inevitable but there was only a 0.0001% chance it would be a perfect counter not just to the Mechra but machines entirely.
The power gifted to monsters and savage beasts that lurk in the doctor, whereas Delta with glinting visor faced the future protectors of mankind should they fail here, ones that would escort them off-world.
“Can we counteract him should it be required?” Hera speaks in unison with Joan., Joan shoots Hera an approving nod, and the two exchange an equal look of appreciation at the quick question
Delta looked “We are sending you will have no counter to this ability should it be utilized on you.” Delta started and before they could stop listening to speak themselves, he opened again
But be not deceived this is your only task, and we report activity in the underground where the ‘Christians live.’
Miriam questions “The humans? That live down there…wh-what do we do about them? Only the humans went on purging inquisition duties there…we are not fit to do harshly wit-“
Delta announces, “Do them no mind, they don’t match what is desired of the Gods, they rejected their godhood.”
They nodded their heads.
The three of them pounded fists to their chests “It will be accomplished and mankind will have their–.”
// Quantum Crisis \\