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SKYE is the Limit Chapter 59: Viva Los Toltecs
Their hands bound, Marm and Nyxdzzl gaped at the vision that had materialized ahead. Behind them, the brand-new day of the second sun was dawning but in front of them, where a desert junkyard had been just an hour ago, magnificent structures akin to flat-topped pyramids now towered, resplendently bathed in sunset. These structures then slowly coalesced into an enchanting alabaster-white city where all the technology and life of that age appeared to converge. This was Tula, capital city to the Toltecs. Marm and Nyxdzzl felt like lambs being herded to the butcher’s; even the adorable Orlyx had been placed in a cage. Marm and Nyxdzzl were tied to a large cart laden with adobe and volcanic stones and drawn by the olifant with a very long rope tied to its tail. Because of the difference in height, the cart was like a toy cart to a boy and the rope was taut at an angle of almost 60 degrees. When they arrived at the public square where travelers from all walks of life bustled about, people s
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 60: The Elemental Wars
The sword didn’t budge. The impassive extra-terrestrial statue repeated: The sorcerer laughed maniacally and the same depraved sound rippled through the mob. Marm placed one foot on the diamond’s refractive surface and tugged with all his zombie might, which is saying something. He grunted and heaved and heaved but to no avail. His bones creaked and his arms threatened to rip, but the sword remained buried. the statue reminded him. It was finally time for the Toltec warrior to attack. His berserk mount had been trumpeting and curling its trunk inward. Marm fled the platform, again with the determination of a snail. As soon as he reached the ground, he felt the whole square tremble. Then the olifant was upon him, rearing and kicking its long legs in the air. The beast stomped Marm with one perfectly-aimed, log-like foot. There was a juicy squish and then silence. Everyone, from the delirious sorcer
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 61: Salamander Tongues
Brusque hands pushed Nyxdzzl and Orlyx into the flames. Nyxdzzl hugged her pet tight in a futile attempt to shield her from the blaze. In turn, she felt the most profane element of the Prime Evil shift to take them in, to embrace and swallow them in the folds of its raging clothes once and for all. There was an inward whoosh and all the peach-fuzz hair on her arms, including her eyebrows and eyelashes, was instantly gone. Nyxdzzl became as smooth as a newborn. She opened her mouth to scream but her throat felt arid. All her pores were emptying her to the last drop. Soon she herself would turn into vapor. She tried to turn her mind away from the unbearable heat and was soothed by the collective memories of the Elves, from various aeons and planets, through the eyes of strange yet inherently familiar ancestors. Nyxdzzl made a vain wish that she could upload her latest consciousness to the Great Mawrsul tree in the center of the Floating Gardens of Tir-Aleainen. She burst inside the fla
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 62: Restore Point
Like a space shuttle with launch towers peeling off, a European castle emerged from inside the eroding Toltec structure. As rubble cascaded down all four faces of the pyramid and squashed those who weren’t quick enough, the castle spires thrust upwards and unfurled the kingdom’s banners. At the foot of this dynamic vision, Marm was hanging on to dear zombie life from the hilt of the Blade of Resurrection. Meanwhile, on its summit, Nyxdzzl’s burst bubble glowed azure like the blackened fifth sun of prophecy to the stampeding Toltecs. The witch’s luminous gestation chamber had first exploded, releasing a godlike amount of energy, and then rebounded inward. Right now, it was burning like a mini-supernova. The surviving natives shook from head to foot and threw themselves to the ground in repentance. When the deafening rumble of doomsday at last quieted down, the Toltecs noticed it had begun to rain. They held out their dusty hands and stared at the flickery bits of computer code that c
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 1: The Island in the Sky
The mystical island of Lemnos levitated off the coast of Erebus’s northernmost tip. On it, a field of beautiful but deadly poppies stretched and beyond it stood a cave fitted with two chimneys; one made of polished ivory and the other made of buckhorn. Inside the cave, the white wizard Somnos the Sandman sat in his workshop concocting dreams. He brewed them in a cauldron after trickling invisibly from jars labeled with the most curious names: Nest of Snakes, Unfaithful, Freefall, Pursuit, Tooth Fairy, The Emperor’s New Clothes, Icarus Wings, Back to School… Somnos placed the best fusions on the topmost shelves where they softly projected their contents against the wall like brief and cyclical shadow plays. In the current iteration of Erebus, which had a very high frame rate per second and was more coherent, less surreal but more deceptive, Somnos had in fact become obsolete. Out of habit, the wizard carried on crafting the dream episodes all the same. Somnos watched over the entire
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 2: The Daily Grind
When he was busking was when Rafa felt happiest. Jamal and Eman would laugh their butts off if he ever told them his dream but he thought he could be a professional dancer someday; maybe a backup dancer to some famous celebrity or something. Rafa couldn’t blame the other guys. Looking at where they were now, becoming a professional dancer sounded as realistic as riding a rocket to the moon. Rafa lassoed his wandering thoughts back to what they were doing. Needless to say, the game they were playing was very dangerous. One wrong move and they could end up in juvie. They were changing MRT cars at Cubao Station. Between the four of them, they had a dozen Beep cards, which translated to unlimited time mingling with the sheep and fleecing them. The golden time was the panicky seconds of boarding and exiting the train. People were so focused on watching their steps and getting to where they were going that they forgot to pay attention to the constant pressure around their wrist, which was
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 3: The Launch
Rafa took in the dim lights and the muted sounds of the city that acted like a baby – little by little quieting down but still refusing to fall asleep. The stores were shuttered and their footsteps rang hollow on the sidewalk. The only people still awake were in it for the long haul: security guards and call center agents on night shift. The cars in these parts were mostly taxis, and getting fewer and farther in between. The sound of their tires gripping the asphalt crescendoed and then decrescendoed perfunctorily, their passengers eager to get home to a warm meal or a soft bed, neither of which he or Eman had. They passed by a 24-hour diner that was empty except for a single customer. The overhead TV was broadcasting a talk show interview in the US. Eman grabbed Rafa’s arm in tightening excitement. They stopped to peer through the glass wall of the diner. “That’s Alex Chase!” Eman squealed. Alexander Chase was the world-famous general manager of OmniSys, which had produced OS Athen
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 4: Dream God
By default, the world was auto-populated by sheep, but every once in a while there came a remarkable individual like Alexander Chase who moved and shook it. At the young age of twenty, he changed the world when he took OmniSys to new heights of greatness as the inventor of OS Athena, the world’s first AI operating system. Sixteen years later, he changed it again by introducing SKYE to billions of astonished televiewers across the globe. The projection screen in the studio of American syndicated talk show The Sofa became a literal window into the mind of host Beverly Stanton. Scenes were broadcasted live while being perceived from a first-person perspective: Stanton’s. The feed fully captured the memory or dream but it had none of the jarring and alienating quality of a First-Person Perspective game, which was a common genre of VR. It was like found footage recorded by the steadiest and yet most mobile camera. The global audience felt it was too good to be real but they couldn’t stop
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