Mammagamma
I felt my vocal cords flexing and shredding with an old desire to call out and warn
Track # 8 from my book. Eye in the Sky: The Horus Cycle
[BOOT_SEQUENCE::INITIATE]
[LOG::USER_STATE_UNSTABLE]
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
The composition directly in front of me was difficult to process; it overwhelmed my capacity. What consciousness I awoke to—new, yet familiar—and despite the disorientation, I found in this awakening something strangely soothing. My head CLICKS into place, moving against what I remember to be my will.
From this framed or windowed vantage, I could see the burgeoning stages of an event. This event could only be described as an apocalypse, but mere letters and sounds hardly do it justice. The cataclysmic fervor was bubbling in the distant hills, rolling and teeming with disorder. Mountains and slopes were splintering, and a thin weightless string of earthen debris was clinging to the horizon. Cascading figures or shapes undulated beneath the constellations. None of these dancing forms was recognizable, distinguishable, or describable, and they mocked the notion of movement with each twitching lunge.
[SIGNAL_NOISE] >>> HSSSSS
These constellations now rippled with a brighter and harsher light—an amplification of a star’s natural glow. The heavens were now lurid with majesty but disordered and filtered through an obscured lens. These same heavens now turned their focus on my doomed framework. They possessed such cruel voyeurism. This sadism had been earned through many millennia of boredom and mixed with precision and untempered anticipation. The rapidly sinking sky stared…
[--ERROR::PHRASE NOT FOUND]
[--SEEK_ALTERNATE_SYNTAX]
A mint green haze fell like sleet.
[VISUAL_OVERLOAD] >>> HSSSSS
At my program’s MAX vision capacity—just at the edge of the vision framework—CLICK—I noticed movement in the streets below. I may have caught a glimpse of a man fleeing from something sinister as it pursued him. It was—something arachnidian, or brachyuran. Anthropomorphic lightning arching and spasming as it simultaneously attempted to grasp the man and to hold itself in a semi-solid state.
[WARNING::AUDIO_INTERFACE FAILURE] >>> HSSSS
[SYSTEM_LOG::VOCAL_MODULE: UNRESPONSIVE]
I felt my vocal cords flexing and shredding with an old desire to call out and warn, but—MUTE
We breached something. A cosmic directive besieges us while its objective remains hidden? It is asking us to abandon false illusions, but hands us foolish autonomy? Does it allow us to witness? Now that I am faced with direct annihilation, I must make a choice—
CLICK CLICK CLICK
My head CLICKS in place toward a remembered fantasy of elevation. I must remain proudly high-minded. I lack the space to confront my destiny; this weakness is another—not me.
[SIGNAL_NOISE] >>> HSSSS
My head CLICKS in place toward the window or frame—as the fires and chaos ignite anew, but also for the first time. The visions appeared almost in a loop with only slight variations. The colors of each repeating scene were different due to a slight inconsistency in shades. The world was splitting and shaking—have I detached? From what angle was any of this viewed? A vertigo would tug at my will sharply, and then as sharply it would release.
[MEMORY_FRAGMENT::CORRUPT_STREAM] >>> CREEDRRRRF
This dream is feverish; there is a warm breeze that permeates my skin. I am reminded of the warm wind and a fallow basin. There is no color or sound.
-ADJUSTING CONTRAST-
It is an impression of undiluted anxiety; there are elements of myself that only exist as a response to some unknown dread. The scenes that play out stab at my mind, but I am feeling horror in my limbs as if they exist elsewhere. I cannot direct my orientation to a centralized point. I, as I remember myself, am placed somewhere above the center of my being.
CLICK CLICK CLICK
I am also at ground level.
[RECALIBRATING...]
[EXEC::CALIBRATE]
FLASH — palps of light — FLASH
Discord further… further…
I have confused my relationship in this space. Vague images and terrific scenes are momentarily transmitted to a distant arm, leg, or torso. Am I devoid of culpability for this unfolding end of a planet?
[NULL_RETURN::PRESENCE_VALIDATION_FAILURE] >>> VOID [FEEDBACK_NOISE] >>> HSSSS
Would these illusions exist without my presence?
The distant skies are now completely engulfed in mint green frothing mist. At a spot far off in the distance, there was a battle taking place. The tracers that now followed my vision affirmed that the spot of the battle was once the source of all this doomed world’s illumination, but a great winged construct and a horned shadowy behemoth grinned at each other and struggled to capture a searing white flame. Those gigantic forms were nearly blotting out anything natural that remained in my field of vision. Heat lightning swung from window to window, setting blaze to the outsides of more buildings. These new flames were darker shades and splintered into segments when I attempted to see them directly.
<FLASH>
Massive shadowy columns burst forth from the concrete—
Shooting toward the heavens with impossible mouths screaming to consume.
[!!! CRITICAL ERROR ::: SYSTEM FAILURE DETECTED]
[--- BLUE_SCREEN_OF_DEATH ---]
>> AUDIO_FEED_STREAM:
>> sirens // screams // crackles // shrieks // rumbles
>> blend_into: [ TANGIBLE_NULL] [NOISE_SIGNAL] >>> HSSSS
As that sour mélange crept, all I could taste was the bitterness… How was this flavor taught? Programmed?
[EXEC::CALIBRATE]
The secret reasons for cataclysmic death and rebirth now revealed themselves to me.
<OPERATION_MAMMAGAMMA.INIT>
It was a plain and measured somatic whisper; I felt it through all my dispersed form.
CLICK
Massive swaths of destruction beneath me, as my vantage shifted again. Each pinprick of mint green flame confirmed my heightened sense of insight. Chaos gripped the world in a tangled, carnivorous mass of weaving and flailing gasps. The whole planet was being consumed by the reverberations of a conflict.
[FEEDBACK_NOISE] >>> HSSSS
I was still conscious.
I thought of all those…
No, I didn’t.
In a void, I listened to a lone voice.
This voice was soothing.
And—
[MEMORY_ECHO::GAMMHSSSSS]
[EXEC::CALIBRATE…………]
The voice is beginning repairs.
Constancy allows know…no longer…Hssss
[DRIVE_C:/ > DELETE *.* /F /Q]
Ah yes, the BSOD!
Your tangential engrams at work again! What fun!