Primordial Thoughts In Slavery

The waning of a dream, recurring images of a past life. I wake, startled by own nightmares and thoughts. I dreamt I was alone, to wander the planet Saturn forever, till my clock stops and I wither away into the ground for all eternity. The soft velvety couch allowed me to sleep peacefully, leaving little indentions of Celtic designs imprinted on my face for lying on it for so long. I don't ever recall sleeping so wonderfully, not even as an innocent youth, for once I felt so alive again. Like I was before, when I was with my love. But then that all vanished abruptly to portraits of blood and torn flesh, and my love laying ever so lovely in silent stillness to the hoards of dead babies screaming with morbid laughter while everything began to arise in flames. The earth we once lived on so long ago is now but a memory of horrors. As well as the other planets we once inhabited and they too melted by the radiance of the rays of the ever growing, ever dying sun.

Evolution has taken its toll, and we have evolved from one planet to another, seeking life, while our homes and lives were burned to particles and dust, leaving only fragments of what was our infliction.

That is another entirely different story in itself, a sad, but interesting one. There’s so much to it, vagabonding from one planet to the next, evolving to its extreme climates and atmospheres making it habitable for humans.

Soft steps leading to greater marches disturb the quietness of the room. A stop, silence, and then the opening of the squeaking wooden doors showing a cult of manchines, carrying their Armour like they were born with it, piercing translucent eyes and a half human half alien machine face. Holding their spears and swords tightly in hand as if they were implanted there, ready for battle at all times. One in lead raises its massive arm and points for me to follow the lead. The rest abide and follow close behind in lines as if I were their leader and they were my protectors from any danger that might inflict its pain upon me. The lead me to a small one-man craft where I hesitantly board and watch the door close beside me and ponder in confusion with a bleak look upon my face.

Knowing not what quite to expect, I strap myself in waiting to be shot out into space as if to head forth into battle. Loud ringing noises wail in my ears and I suddenly feel myself thrust back against the seat as I am shot foreword. Confusion sets in temporarily but vastly fades, I do not become afraid with panic or fear, I simply smile, toss away my worries and enjoy my short little ride.