A shiver then crept upon my spine, Its very being, needles upon my conscience.
It was a ripple in the ebb, no, many ripples...
A Handful of stones thrown into a pond...
I was edgy, I was tired and the Carrien had given me too much to think about..
What had it thought of me?
Can a mouse visualise the world? Does the world care for the mouse?
Why did it smile? Is death that sweet a release?
I brushed my stinging hair from my face and let the deathsuits womb like embrace envelope my senses again....
I gave a faint smile, with a suit you are never far from love.....
A quick call to central and the BPN was registered complete, 5 more hours and i would be home..
..... A ripple in the ebb? ......
I turned...
Nothing.
Deserted streets, even the rain was only a drizzle.....
My suit tensed, and i started to formulate....
...... Another ripple ........ an ebon?...
....w..wwh....Whhh... Whooo?.......
...W...Whhhhh....Whhhhhhyyyyy....WhhhhHY?......
My head was spinning i used all my strength to hold the formulae...
.....WHY?.....
......WHY?.....
..WHY???....
A thousand voices sounding as one within my head......
I ported....
Peace.....
Now at home I panic, who can i tell? I am SCL 8a and i know enough not to speak....
I think of the ferals i have 'helped' , their screams of visions...
I think of the Carrien, how it caught my tears and its lack of fear?
I am reminded of how little i know...
How mortal i might be..
I pray to teeth. As I always do. And as I always do, I cry myself to sleep...
Comments to Dan.
Sometimes, I think, I think too much...