Misunderstanding [Closed FT]
Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2018 12:21 pm
“The Laws of Understanding
Creation of Understanding threatens stability.
No creation of greater understanding is allowed
Prevention of Understanding is a violation of basic existence.
Destroying life with the intent of preventing growth of intellect is forbidden.
Destruction of Understanding would result in destruction of all.
War upon those with Understanding is forbidden.
Those with Understanding are obligated to observe or they shall be cast away. It is a burden and a privilege to hold such power.”
The crowds watching murmured in agreement. Their thoughts and condemnations ringing clear in my mind.
“We cast you out. We strip you of your perception and leave you to whither. We take no pleasure in doing so…”
I know their words are genuine. I feel the sorrow and regret that they feel for me. They see my actions for what they are, for what they where. I do not regret my instinct. I do not hate who I am. I cannot change the things that I am.
“Goodbye beloved”
I can’t stop my thoughts from forming, I can’t hide my feelings. My anger and determination are exposed to the council of judges that stand before me. The fear that they feel is real, I know that they understand the danger that I present. I know that cannot destroy me. They know that I don’t follow their rules and that I could destroy them.
We understand what I am.
In an instant their fear is gone. They are gone. I am banished… and yet, the abyss is not as empty as I had imagined. I had always assumed that banishment was to a space so dark and isolated that there would be no method for me to interact with any object for an indefinite period of time.
Did they do something wrong? I can feel heat. Can I feel gravity? My situation is more dire than I had initially imagined. Had they failed to banish me properly? My body is mangled, how hypocritical of them to tear me to pieces as they send me off. What possible loophole could allow them to violate me so brutally. No, this was planned. Did someone warp my body before the council had reached a consensus? My parents?
The sphere at the center of my being was intact and undamaged. The nerve network that branched from my center was also intact. Nearly all other limbs and functions where critically damaged. I could feel drag pulling and my trashed body. Without hesitating I generate a set of eyes and ears. The sensors manifesting of the surface of the sphere. I can see the blackness of space fading through the spectrum of colors as I fall into atmosphere.
The heat of reentry will destroy me. I conjure sphere of metal about my torn body working to repair damage to my limbs as the sphere burns through this planet's atmosphere. I construct layers atop the heated surface to prevent the metal from melting. Sooner than I am able to repair my body I can feel the turbulence of air shaking the sphere.
A fall from this height would cause severe damage I need to slow my descent. Splitting the sphere in half I kick it apart and find myself staring at an expanse of clouds, perhaps it is raining at my destination.I am still high enough that my still severely damaged limbs are unable to stabilize or prevent me from spinning. My ability to create is impaired by my reduced levels of perception. The parachute I create is more of a large circular canvas attached to me.
The chords running to and from the chute are rather basic and I can feel the weight of my body stress the rudimentary composition of my “parachute”. By now I am passing through the clouds at a still somewhat alarming pace. The cold air tickles my exposed nerves, a painful but manageable sensation. I work to repair my body until the clouds clear and the rain coming from them accompanies a view that I should have anticipated.
The ground is much closer than I had assumed. In a panic I conjure a sphere of metal bout myself and fill it with water. Lowering the temperature of the water to a state where it is partially frozen and difficult to move through. I expel this energy into the metal around me causing it to glow for a second. The ground slams me into the side of the chamber. Painful, but still alive.
I split the sphere in half and feel the icy sludge pour away from me. I stagger to a stand. Two functional legs lifting my form off the ground in an uneven stance. The mess of wires, nerves, and mangled limbs draped around me as rain pools in the halves of my sphere.
Am I alone?
It is hard to see with low light levels. I work in a fever careful not to damage my nerves as I begin to repair my limbs.
Creation of Understanding threatens stability.
No creation of greater understanding is allowed
Prevention of Understanding is a violation of basic existence.
Destroying life with the intent of preventing growth of intellect is forbidden.
Destruction of Understanding would result in destruction of all.
War upon those with Understanding is forbidden.
Those with Understanding are obligated to observe or they shall be cast away. It is a burden and a privilege to hold such power.”
The crowds watching murmured in agreement. Their thoughts and condemnations ringing clear in my mind.
“We cast you out. We strip you of your perception and leave you to whither. We take no pleasure in doing so…”
I know their words are genuine. I feel the sorrow and regret that they feel for me. They see my actions for what they are, for what they where. I do not regret my instinct. I do not hate who I am. I cannot change the things that I am.
“Goodbye beloved”
I can’t stop my thoughts from forming, I can’t hide my feelings. My anger and determination are exposed to the council of judges that stand before me. The fear that they feel is real, I know that they understand the danger that I present. I know that cannot destroy me. They know that I don’t follow their rules and that I could destroy them.
We understand what I am.
In an instant their fear is gone. They are gone. I am banished… and yet, the abyss is not as empty as I had imagined. I had always assumed that banishment was to a space so dark and isolated that there would be no method for me to interact with any object for an indefinite period of time.
Did they do something wrong? I can feel heat. Can I feel gravity? My situation is more dire than I had initially imagined. Had they failed to banish me properly? My body is mangled, how hypocritical of them to tear me to pieces as they send me off. What possible loophole could allow them to violate me so brutally. No, this was planned. Did someone warp my body before the council had reached a consensus? My parents?
The sphere at the center of my being was intact and undamaged. The nerve network that branched from my center was also intact. Nearly all other limbs and functions where critically damaged. I could feel drag pulling and my trashed body. Without hesitating I generate a set of eyes and ears. The sensors manifesting of the surface of the sphere. I can see the blackness of space fading through the spectrum of colors as I fall into atmosphere.
The heat of reentry will destroy me. I conjure sphere of metal about my torn body working to repair damage to my limbs as the sphere burns through this planet's atmosphere. I construct layers atop the heated surface to prevent the metal from melting. Sooner than I am able to repair my body I can feel the turbulence of air shaking the sphere.
A fall from this height would cause severe damage I need to slow my descent. Splitting the sphere in half I kick it apart and find myself staring at an expanse of clouds, perhaps it is raining at my destination.I am still high enough that my still severely damaged limbs are unable to stabilize or prevent me from spinning. My ability to create is impaired by my reduced levels of perception. The parachute I create is more of a large circular canvas attached to me.
The chords running to and from the chute are rather basic and I can feel the weight of my body stress the rudimentary composition of my “parachute”. By now I am passing through the clouds at a still somewhat alarming pace. The cold air tickles my exposed nerves, a painful but manageable sensation. I work to repair my body until the clouds clear and the rain coming from them accompanies a view that I should have anticipated.
The ground is much closer than I had assumed. In a panic I conjure a sphere of metal bout myself and fill it with water. Lowering the temperature of the water to a state where it is partially frozen and difficult to move through. I expel this energy into the metal around me causing it to glow for a second. The ground slams me into the side of the chamber. Painful, but still alive.
I split the sphere in half and feel the icy sludge pour away from me. I stagger to a stand. Two functional legs lifting my form off the ground in an uneven stance. The mess of wires, nerves, and mangled limbs draped around me as rain pools in the halves of my sphere.
Am I alone?
It is hard to see with low light levels. I work in a fever careful not to damage my nerves as I begin to repair my limbs.