Hello fellow Wanderers!
This is the last, I promise!
Again, this Scribble would alternate between Yellow and Red/Seventh as
they approach Fifth’s safe house. Will they be able to finish the mission and
save the world from Fitfth’s atrocity? Would Yellow finally muster her courage
to confess her love?
Wait, what?
Well, there’s only one way to be certain, are there?
The Scribble will now begin.
Scribble 20: Sympathetic Magic Theorem
Two spaceship emerged
in the previously empty space littered with remnants of satellites and
abandoned colonies.
Vega. One of the star
systems colonized by FWA and one of many razed by their war with Deneb
Confederation, never to recover. It wasn’t surprising that several of the
abandoned colonies were turned into Covert facility.
It doesn’t take genius
to know that this is suicide. Already my computer filled with warning about
hundreds of missile locks, no doubt from interplanetary defense network.
“What are you doing in
that ancient tin-can?” a hint of laughter could be heard from Red’s voice as
her ship approached mine.
“Shut up. This is
Third’s fault.”
“You met him?”
“Yeah, the sick and
twisted clump of asphalt himself.” I shuddered “I don’t want to meet him
again.”
“Amen for that.”
“So what’s the plan?”
“Uh, I never have any, remember? I thought you have one.”
“Seriously now?!”
---
“Hey boy, tell me
how your ability work.” As the ship cruised through nothingness of space, I
swung my seat to face the girl.
“I’m a girl!” the
girl (?) whose name I didn’t
know shouted.
“Tell me your name
then.”
“It’s Ayesha!”
“Now tell me how
your ability work.”
“Uuuh....” The girl (?) sulked
for a second. “It’s not actually my ability, as I’m not a
Remniscient. I heard the scientist talking about using my body to augment this,
Zaman-Dokar? Quantum thingy and prevent alteration of local reality.”
“Zeeman-Dakkar Quantum embedding, huh. How
far could your ability go?”
“It depends on how long you want me to
maintain it. I could stabilize the reality in 15 meter radius for 24 hour
straight.”
“How about an entire star system?”
“I could just do it for an instant. 5
seconds, maybe.” She (?) dropped her sight.
“I see. What are you hiding from me?”
“Huh?”
“You said it before. You can’t lie from a
director. You can’t really stabilize a reality in an entire star system, can
you?”
“Uh, eh, it’s true! I could do that!”
“Then what are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing!”
“It’s going to kill you, isn’t it?” I put
my hands on her shoulders “tell me the truth, boy.”
“I’m a girl!”
“Then stop trying to be cool like some high
school boy I knew and tell me the truth!” she went silent.
“It’s true. I could use my ability on an
entire star system for 5 seconds. But it will destroy my brain.”
“Then I have no use for you. A
single-use tool is useless in my arsenal.” The ship glows as it entered normal
space once more.
---
“A mass
driver. I could probably shoot myself right into his base.”
“Hmm. But
your body isn’t exactly conductive.”
“I have an exo-suit
I could use…”
“Wait a
second! You actually considered that idea? A mass driver shoot a metal slug
weighing several ton at half the speed of light! There’s no way you could
survive that!” the boy (?) that Red picked up from the last facility chimed in.
“You, boy…”
“I’m a
girl!”
“Whatever.
You don’t know her, don’t you? She’s a Director. Human logic doesn’t work on
her.”
“Even so…”
“Just shut
up for a bit, will you? Your job is to die when I tell you to, not to butt in
our conversation.”
“Wha…”
“You’re too
harsh on him, Red.” Not that I dislike that, though.
Wait, that
child was a girl?!
“Now, back
to the mass driver. I want to kill him myself, so I need you to shoot me right
beside him. Can you do that?”
“Who do you
think am I?”
---
“Okay, I’m loaded.”
I punched several coordinates in the aiming system, opting for a manual
override. I can’t miss. This was my only chance—the planetary defense hadn’t
shot me yet, and they will start firing after I shot Red down. I won’t get
another chance to aim.
“Go!” I shot
the mass driver right into the colony, and started evasion maneuver.
---
Being shot through a mass driver isn’t as
fun as I thought.
The exo-suit gauntlets exploded right away
as I accelerated to 75% the speed of light. As I shot through the many weapon
aimed my way, my leg protection burst into smithereens. Of course, my exposed
body was exploding as well, but I could regenerate them as long as my head
stayed intact.
My limbs are practically gone when I
smashed right through the colony Fifth is staying in, concrete bunker and all.
Unfortunately, the suit was destroyed as well
Tch, that was my favorite armor. Doesn’t
matter. It had finished its job.
I quickly regenerated my body and took my
gun from the remnant of my suit. I aimed it right to Fifth’s head.
“Whoa, what an extravagant entrance we have
here.” For the first time in my time as Covert Director, Fifth removed his
black sunglasses, exposing his scarlet eyes. “Shoot.” Millions of bullet rained
down right into my body.
“Now!” and time itself stopped. No, it
might not be the best phrase to use, but all movement truly ceased, even the
downpour of bullet and the beats of my heart, along with the fusion reaction
inside the star.
The star blinked, and it shined again as if
nothing happened.
The deluge of bullet dropped harmlessly to
the metal floor. Another bullet shot from my gun to Fifth’s head, accurately
piercing it and destroyed the brain contained within.
“Mission success.”
---
She burst
into blood right in front of my comm screen.
I might’ve
been a mercenary, but I was a spaceship pilot. I never have been so up close
with death itself. But now, through the cold screen of my comm array, the death
of the girl Red has picked up from Covert research colony hammered the
inevitability of death right into my heart.
“Mission
success.”
“No. Don’t
say ‘Mission Success’, you worthless pile of Garmathi dung! You
killed her. No, you destroyed her. You told her to use her ability even
when you know it would destroy her body!”
“So what?
She has nowhere to return. The whole ‘give her new home’ jazz thing that Third
was so obsessed about was nothing more than a farce to get us human test
subjects. She was nothing more than tools for us, right from the beginning.”
“You!”
there’s nothing to think, nothing to talk about, no time to hesitate. “This
time, I will kill you.”
“Thank
you. I would appreciate if you could do that.”
I flicked
the button for the heavy ion cannon. “You’re welcome.”
Nothing
remained of the planet that was once a Covert colony. And yet her body floated
in the empty space.
“Why can’t
you just die!?” again, I barraged her with plasma and ion cannon, but her body
kept regenerating.
“Hell if
I know.”
“Don’t kill
her…” a bloodied figure appeared in my comm screen.
“You’re
still alive?”
“Yes…she
saved me…”
…what?
“She told
me…to warp right after her regeneration kicks in… She told me…to save yet
another like me in Third’s hand…”
“…what…are
you talking about?”
“But I want
to save her too.” It gradually become clear that her body had fully regenerated.
“She saved my life, so it’s only natural for me to save her too, right?”
Tch
“Do as you
wish.” I turned off my cannons and started the warp engine as the girl fired
her spaceship towards the exposed Red.
---
It was a constant.
No matter which reference
point we refer it from, it was a constant. A measurement device could not
measure something that was so immersive and unchanging, exact replica of itself in a
fractal pattern even smaller than a quark and even larger than the visible
universe.
A soul is a deviation on this pattern. A
sentient thought, capable of assimilating its surrounding into itself. Human
mind is thoroughly painted by the deviation brought about by the sentient
manifestation of evolution on earth, but as we forcibly transplanted our own
mind to unviolated constant of another world, we gained the capability to
deviate these constant.
In short, human mind is in tune with
earth’s mind, which is why no Remniscient ability manifested in
earth-born human. While human adjusted to live in another star is out of sync
with the star’s mind, which allows them to deviate local reality,
manifesting Remniscient abilities. Given enough time, Remiscient abilities
would grow further apart from the star’s mind, before reaching second or
third harmonics wavelength, erasing the abilities altogether.
My regenerative ability, while seems
extraordinary even in Remniscience standard, is no exception. If I ever get a
child, fourth or fifth generation down my line would lose the ability.
But that girl is different.
Ayesha has her ability derived from a
mechanism called Zeeman-Dakkar pseudo quantum memory embedding. In short, she
has the ability to modify the minds and the constant itself, which allows her
to momentarily gain any kind of Remniscience at will, as well as forcibly
synchronizing the constant of human mind with the current star’s mind.
She held the possibility to change or keep
the reality from changing at will.
Which made implanting my regeneration
possible. After stabilizing the reality to make killing Fifth possible, I had
her ability forcibly turned her mind into a copy of mine, enabling her to use
my regeneration. It might be temporary, but it just have to last until her body
fully regenerates.
“Welcome home, Director.” She smiled as I entered
the airlock.
“I’m home, boy.”
“I’m a girl!”
The Scribble will now end.
Yoshooo! That is the end of the story!
Eh I don’t really have much to say. The
story is… over the top, even for my standard, so many of you might not like how
the main characters were so overpowered. Then again these stories aren’t
written for contest or anything, so there aren’t any standard to follow nor
lowest quality I have to achieve.
See you the next Scribble?
