Wednesday, February 13, 2019

A Cube Reflects


Hi.  I wrote this from the point of view of a gelatinous cube that falls into the sky after gravity is reversed by a party of characters who are investigating a temple structure that erupted from the ground:

Cartesiomorph X23Y788Z439 dropped unexpectedly into the sky.  It took as a point of logical departure that this surprising turn of events was correlated to the presence of carbon-based organic life it felt through the rock that had until so recently surrounded it on five sides.  As it fell it had time to ponder:

X)  Prior to the fall, a sudden vertical translation of its basaltic environment had exposed its uppermost surface to new material, largely atmospheric, but occasionally including solid organic matter.  The material was quickly dissolved and off-gassed to allow for meticulous study of the remaining durable components of this new influx.  Trace elements were incorporated into its substance, EAT I EAT I EAT bringing singular joy.

Y)  Reverberations through the crystalline matrix of both its immediate environment and areas beyond indicated that similar translations had occurred throughout the Greater Lattice.  This would certainly be worth additional study, and – once findings were confirmed -- could merit a presentation to the 512 scholars of the Order I WILL BE BROUGHT TO FULL ADJACENCY, GLORY HEAPED UPON ALL SIX SIDES.

Z)  Organic life forms were repulsive in every way.  How much better to be composed of silicon and ether, a vitreous testament to the glory of living geometry.  The corrupt and offensive morphologies of these other beings – collections of the obtuse -- were an affront to the proper mechanisms of the universe.  DIE DIE DIE THEY ALL MUST DIE.  The proper fate of such things was to be deconstructed to their constituent atoms and sorted into raw materials for less entropic entities.

The axes of its thoughts were thrown askew as it entered the upper reaches of the atmosphere.  Of course, it realized, once it considered its surroundings:  I will now die.  FUCKERS THOSE GUTFUCKERS

And so it did, fluids boiling off into the rarefied air, its tissues losing coherence and spreading, chaotic, into a cloud of hexane and toluene, dissipating, disordered, dead.

--Steve Kilian



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