Grimnir Cryogenic Enterprises, the sign read.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." As he strode into the reception hall, he saw a mural on the floor, depicting a gigantic tree with a figure hanging on it upside down and the words "9 Days" was depicted prominently on the top of the tree.
"Yes sir, how may we help you?" The receptionist asked.
"I, uh, have an appointment. I'm Mr. Boundsmen and I'm entering cryo."
"Of course, sir. Please head to Cryo Room 9."
When he entered the chamber and prepared to sleep, a drifting image of rest and an apple on a tree passed through his mind. It seemed to him that so many people nowadays went into cryogenics. He wondered why he was doing it. Maybe he should have taken it slowly. Maybe he should have reconsidered. He started having doubts. Maybe he shouldn't have done this. Maybe he should cancel it. He started struggling against his icy restraints which now seemed threatening and intimidating. Maybe he-
His world went dark and cold.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Strength (11)
"Class, now everyone is made unique and special....."
The teacher kept droning on and on about how everyone had their own strengths. As Ulysses laid his head on his desk, all he could think of was that everyone had their own weaknesses, some more so than others. It was very surprising to him that people did not realise the other half of the statement that everyone had their own strengths. Weakness, is very powerful. When you know someone's weakness, you effectively have him or her in your power. When you exploit that weakness, you humiliate the person further. Everyone's strengths were outweighed by their weaknesses. Except himself, of course. He knew for a fact that he was arrogant. This knowledge gave him the ability to prevent others from exploiting it. Ulysses knew peoples' weaknesses, it was easy to tell.
It was so ironic, that a strength is weaker than a weakness. Never forget, always remember, there is no strength stronger than your weakness. Impurities in metal make them weak. When purified, gold gets weaker. Never underestimate the power of someone's weakness, or the lack of power of a strength. Hate, commonly seen as a weakness, can be useful if employed properly. Hate gives strength. Impure strength to be sure, but powerful strength nonetheless. Such an oxymoron. Ulysses thought no more about it and descended into the dream-world of Morpheus.
The teacher kept droning on and on about how everyone had their own strengths. As Ulysses laid his head on his desk, all he could think of was that everyone had their own weaknesses, some more so than others. It was very surprising to him that people did not realise the other half of the statement that everyone had their own strengths. Weakness, is very powerful. When you know someone's weakness, you effectively have him or her in your power. When you exploit that weakness, you humiliate the person further. Everyone's strengths were outweighed by their weaknesses. Except himself, of course. He knew for a fact that he was arrogant. This knowledge gave him the ability to prevent others from exploiting it. Ulysses knew peoples' weaknesses, it was easy to tell.
It was so ironic, that a strength is weaker than a weakness. Never forget, always remember, there is no strength stronger than your weakness. Impurities in metal make them weak. When purified, gold gets weaker. Never underestimate the power of someone's weakness, or the lack of power of a strength. Hate, commonly seen as a weakness, can be useful if employed properly. Hate gives strength. Impure strength to be sure, but powerful strength nonetheless. Such an oxymoron. Ulysses thought no more about it and descended into the dream-world of Morpheus.
The Wheel Of Fortune (10)
The surroundings are hot, so hot that they scald the skin with no physical contact on surfaces. It is glamourous, full of blazing, terrifyingly pure gold. The whole mechanical clockwork quality of the gears makes it cold and impersonal, even though it blazes and flares constantly. Rivers of molten gold flow,and the fallen Plutus stands with an unholy benediction on whomsoever would have it.
"You know my friend, greed is a terrible thing."
"Indeed. Greed is a twin-headed beast, one head spends without a care, the other hoards like a miser. Ah, civilisation, you cruel beast. What have you done to the pure hearts of men?"
The second man was a tall and lanky person with a hood and a cloak. His features were not visible, but his posture displayed an inherent contempt for that which he saw. The first was a woman, similarly dressed, but with her hood pulled down. Her eyes were bright and sharp; a stunning gray that seemed to change and switch throughout the spectrum as she moved. Her hair was long and a dark violet, dark enough to be mistaken for black or dark blue. She had a sharp nose with a small mouth that always seemed to be on the verge of smiling.
"Raewyn?" The man enquired, "What's it like with Libys?"
"He's fine, tends to want me to be on the wrong side of the law, as usual."
"And what do you say to that?"
"I follow his advice. Well, sometimes, at any rate. He does get a bit ludicrous."
"You know my friend, greed is a terrible thing."
"Indeed. Greed is a twin-headed beast, one head spends without a care, the other hoards like a miser. Ah, civilisation, you cruel beast. What have you done to the pure hearts of men?"
The second man was a tall and lanky person with a hood and a cloak. His features were not visible, but his posture displayed an inherent contempt for that which he saw. The first was a woman, similarly dressed, but with her hood pulled down. Her eyes were bright and sharp; a stunning gray that seemed to change and switch throughout the spectrum as she moved. Her hair was long and a dark violet, dark enough to be mistaken for black or dark blue. She had a sharp nose with a small mouth that always seemed to be on the verge of smiling.
"Raewyn?" The man enquired, "What's it like with Libys?"
"He's fine, tends to want me to be on the wrong side of the law, as usual."
"And what do you say to that?"
"I follow his advice. Well, sometimes, at any rate. He does get a bit ludicrous."
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Hermit (9)
"A Little Sister? Where's the Big Daddy?"
"I don't know, but you keep a lookout for-"
"And let you get all the ADAM? No way."
"Ugh, fine. We'd better get her before the Daddy gets here."
The two splicers advanced upon the little girl. The little girl was clad in a girlish and dollish dress, with a bow upon her head. She carried her needle almost as tall as her on her right arm. Her eyes had no irises, no pupils, just two large round bright yellow orbs.
She whimpered, "Don't hurt me!"
"Now now, we all know what you are, Sister. Your ADAM is ours."
The Sister cried out, "Mr Bubbles!"
And with a furious roar, a Big Daddy charged out at the splicers with a speed which belied his lumbering size. As it charged, you could hear a deep moan, much like whales and its drill spinning up.
"Bloody 'ell! I told you to watch out for him!" The first splicer shouted as he attempted to evade the monstrous steel-bound figure.
The second splicer wasn't so lucky. He was slammed against a wall by the Daddy and was drilled through in an incredibly messy fashion. The splicer screamed in agony as his entire body was ripped to bits.
The surviving splicer took out his gun and started to shoot at the Daddy, but his bullets had no effect as it bounced off his armoured diving suit.
"Shit, shit, shit!" The splicer had a tone of desperation.
With another low groan, the Big Daddy revved up his drill again and charged the splicer.
The splicer followed the same fate as his companion.
"Thank you, Mr B. They've turned into angels now." The Little Sister smiled a beatific, angelic and horrifically innocent smile and walked over to the corpses, the Big Daddy followed in tow. A passer-by might actually believe from her smile that nothing had happened and this made it all the more disturbing, like she did believe that nothing wrong had occured.
The Little Sister started stabbing her needle into the dead splicers and extracted a red liquid that was unlike blood and seemed much brighter.
In Rapture, the hunters get hunted if they're not careful. Isolation to an underwater city does terrible things.
"I don't know, but you keep a lookout for-"
"And let you get all the ADAM? No way."
"Ugh, fine. We'd better get her before the Daddy gets here."
The two splicers advanced upon the little girl. The little girl was clad in a girlish and dollish dress, with a bow upon her head. She carried her needle almost as tall as her on her right arm. Her eyes had no irises, no pupils, just two large round bright yellow orbs.
She whimpered, "Don't hurt me!"
"Now now, we all know what you are, Sister. Your ADAM is ours."
The Sister cried out, "Mr Bubbles!"
And with a furious roar, a Big Daddy charged out at the splicers with a speed which belied his lumbering size. As it charged, you could hear a deep moan, much like whales and its drill spinning up.
"Bloody 'ell! I told you to watch out for him!" The first splicer shouted as he attempted to evade the monstrous steel-bound figure.
The second splicer wasn't so lucky. He was slammed against a wall by the Daddy and was drilled through in an incredibly messy fashion. The splicer screamed in agony as his entire body was ripped to bits.
The surviving splicer took out his gun and started to shoot at the Daddy, but his bullets had no effect as it bounced off his armoured diving suit.
"Shit, shit, shit!" The splicer had a tone of desperation.
With another low groan, the Big Daddy revved up his drill again and charged the splicer.
The splicer followed the same fate as his companion.
"Thank you, Mr B. They've turned into angels now." The Little Sister smiled a beatific, angelic and horrifically innocent smile and walked over to the corpses, the Big Daddy followed in tow. A passer-by might actually believe from her smile that nothing had happened and this made it all the more disturbing, like she did believe that nothing wrong had occured.
The Little Sister started stabbing her needle into the dead splicers and extracted a red liquid that was unlike blood and seemed much brighter.
In Rapture, the hunters get hunted if they're not careful. Isolation to an underwater city does terrible things.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Justice (8)
Justice's reach is long and far, not much can escape Justice. The reach of the law is supposedly far, but why are there so many innocents out there feeling the heat of corruption? A flitter here, a thunderstorm there, it's like chaos theory. Impartiality. Does it only apply to countries like ours? Seems like its missing in third-world countries to me. How many times have you seen in a movie a corrupt judge in another country? Or corrupt officers? Either way, corruption is more real than you know. It's everywhere. Decay. Everything's decaying. You're decaying. I'm decaying. This world is breaking down. Remember at night when you go to sleep that you're just a lump of decomposing flesh. When you get a husband or wife, sleep together and remember that you're hugging a heap of rotting organic waste. The phrase "Rot in Hell". It's not just in hell. Rot is everywhere. The road you walk on, the bed you sleep in. The computer you use to read this. Rot, rot, rot. Death and decay will come, sooner or later. Inevitable.
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