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Space For you
This white room was ceiling-less. No walls. No floor.Only space.And children.They were dozens, nay hundreds, of motionless concurrent figures, pale, lurking feet never touching the ground, inches. Both of them were initially faceless. Shapeless. They were like the shadows of a soul. As he opened his eyes they became clearer.Hollow were their eyes. their lips are sewn up with red silk. To bleed no more, the things were shut. on their skin a slight gleam, as though bone were to be stretched over memory.Caspian stood naked, in his hospital gown moving in the air in the presence of no wind.The silence yelled.And nevertheless he was not afraid.He came up. No reply came back. Where is this?The head of a boy tilted.There was a twitch in the stitches of a girl.The silence changed not disrupted, but agitated. The manner in which a still pond wakes when someone is breathing beneath it.Caspian put his hand to his breast. His pulse was straining, wavering powerlessly. He did not know
Caspian
In the white room there was no ceiling. No walls. No floor.Only space.And children.They hung about him tens, nay hundreds, standing, motionless, grey, a few inches above the earth. All of them were deprived of faces initially. Shapeless. As the shadows of a soul. His eyelids blinked, but as they did those things grew clear.They had hollowed eyes. With scarlet thread their mouths were sewed. Not to bleed And so was done, as secrets. And the skin on their bodies was gleaming a little, as though memory were being pulled dry over bone.Caspian was barefoot with his hospital gown fluttering although there was no wind.There were screams of silence.Yet he felt not afraid.He moved into the advance. No response came back. Where is this?A boy turned up his head The stitches of a girl moved.That silence did not change but was disturbed. The manner in which still water vibrates, when something below is breathing.Laying a finger against his chest, Caspian said, - His pulse was a little b
Silva
The girl was outside the perimeter wall, barefooted, with the hair clumped in rivulets that looked like anthracite under the moonlight. She has grey and glassy eyes that upon the same security lights cast upon her showed no flinch. She hummed such a low tune, that the wind itself had to carry it by bits. The same song which Caspian had just sung.Elsie pulled up first to the wall. She stood in mute amazement, with a scraping at her boots in the gravel. She was unidentified, had no tracking chip, and even the dress she wore was torn, presumably sewed by hand, which appeared to have spent ten years in a hole. But she was not more than twelve.There was the voice of Caspian coming back. "She's real. I had already seen her. In some vision. No, no, in... memories."Nova instructed her crew to take the girl inside. They did it using latex gloves and neuro-barriers. She made no resistance. No wink. Not a shrinking. Only silence.In a debrief room separating the walls with soundproof insulati
Red Network
There were the tensions in the lab. Nova was bent over a table whose surface was covered with a network of maps, the tips of her fingers a blur across the surface of a digital tablet, connecting cities, coordinates, names through a branching web of information. With dozens of red dots, the map resembled the splash of blood into a suspiciously familiar cluster of places Kyiv, Aleppo, Caracas, Lagos, Seoul. Faults of previous battlefronts.She analyzed the digital grid in zoom mode. iture Each name had an associated timestamp, each timestamp an associated signal of activation. Not a myth, this was the Red Thread Protocol. The lullaby was just but one key. The pupils were already beginning to get up.This was not simply control but, Nova mumbled to herself, sweat prickled her neck, it was about control. It was of anarchy.One of Caspian latest drawings was in Eelsie hands as she hovered over the door. She stared at it as her fingers simply had to tremble. Scorched earth, a girl, not more
Unwritten Children
The emergency lights turned the hall red in blind strokes as Jayden and Elsie ran through the corridor with frantic heartbeats. Through the comms, Nova said, "Ava is gone. Repeat, Subject 09 is gone containment. Zero-points breach. This is not a practice."Jayden ground his jaw. His fists were made of hands. How can that be at all? She was medicated. Monitored. All the rooms are hermetically sealed."She did not use doors, said Nova icily. She did not have to.As they passed into Caspian-s room Elsie caught herself wanting to shudder. The boy was sitting curled up tight near the window holding his crayon with shaking hands and drawing on the wall.Symbols. Exotic, pre-historic designs. No scribbles, but intent strokes. Dot within dots inside other dots, snakes biting their own tails, tears that look like an eye were cut right down the center of one eye so what it looks like is it cried fire."Caspian?" Kneeling she said softly.He made no reply.Jayden scurried and his eyes opened wid
Dom's Silence
Years of habit had not brought Micah down these halls. The aroma of old rock, dust, and confinement chemicals burned his nostrils the instant the beefed up doors closed in front of him. Far underground, deep under the government facility that had been called the Foundation Site 7, was a crypt prison to which only four people in the world had keys and of those two of them were dead.He stepped with the lights flickering. They used always to do down here. It had not been neglected so much as it had been regularly undergoing maintenance from power-dampening weaved fields which ran through the walls and in which a man felt his thoughts being squeezed into silence. Nova followed with him in silence and watchfulness. she stared in every corridor, in every fluctuation.You make sure it is worth it? she asked. Micah smiled humorlessly. Dom does not speak to anybody. Years, no. However, once Olivia is reaching her endgame, then he may want to step up and play his role.At the last chamber th
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