-002-
18 years later...
Shaun Halkett sat, staring out the viewport into the endless expanse of space. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. You could lose yourself in it, entranced by it's ever-changing vista.
A playful tug on his long ponytail startled Shaun out of his daze, sending him sprawling backwards off the top of the storage crate he'd been perched on. He instinctively curled into a ball, minimizing target area while letting his disorientation pass. From above him, he heard his mystery assailant laugh, and he let out an exasperated sigh.
-001-
My first memory is of floating. Floating in a pale green liquid, surrounded by darkness, peaceful, quiet. I slowly raised an arm from my side, struggling to lift it, noticing there were all manner of tubes and wires extending from it, a forest of rubber and plastic.
My progress was halted when my hand bumped into a surface in front of me, hard and smooth. I felt along the convex glass, trying to see how far it extended. Subconsciously I knew I was encircled, trapped, but my mind refused to accept that fact. Suddenly a light switched on, bl
Last of the Forgotten Ones, laying face up, eyes to the sky, all but dead. Power lines crashing down around her, grim reminder of the human's domination of her planet. Time bent, twisted, distorted, seconds feeling like hours. Gusts ruffled the tall dead grass she rested in, downdrafts from their ships, hovering above. Ominous storm clouds looming low and dark, sky steel gray above, filled with smoke from the burning remains of Avalon.
And yet, somehow, she was at peace. There was no point running, no where left to hide, no one to save her from the end that awaited her. As the high-tension wires fell, slow moti
Gone.
In an instant, gone. Without warning, gone. Just like that, gone. Falling from orbit, nuclear missile, massive explosion, then gone. Avalon, the Kira, the humans, all gone.
Willing to sacrifice their own, our hope extinguished, no chance to react. Then pouring down, ships, and more ships, a plague of humans, to butcher our race. Standing bravely, deep inside knowing, knowing our efforts are futile, only death awaits.
Storm of bullets, mowing us down, we fall at their hands, their mercy, their whim. Refusing surrender, dying bravely, nothing left to fight for. Always, it seems, numbers and power prevail over reason,
At the sign of a threat, the cowards, the humans, claim they are not guilty, keep shifting the blame. Refuse to accept that they are at fault, say we must be crazy, don't even exist. They tighten their choke hold, smother the city with soldiers, brute-force warriors, relying on instruments of pain and death to win their battles.
But our wars are mind games, subtle twists of consciousness, confusing, deranging, derailing all rational thought. Downwards spiral, they stutter, stumble, psychosis reigning, dragging them down. Silent observers, we wonder if maybe, this, this madness, perhaps suits them well.
But we, we would find, wer
In an instant, tables turned. Friends no more, conquerors instead, cold, demanding, harsh. Hostile takeover by the humans, mass enslavement of the Kira, our worst nightmare realized.
Forests razed, rivers dammed, surface strip-mined, all for their own selfish purposes. Jungle of wires, extending outwards from their city of concrete and steel like an infection, parasites draining the life out of our planet.
Our descendants, crying, hopeless, barely able to comprehend what had occurred. They knew nothing of evil, of the darkness some conceal within their hearts. All they knew was they were hurting, imprisoned, terrorized by a race
-002-
18 years later...
Shaun Halkett sat, staring out the viewport into the endless expanse of space. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. You could lose yourself in it, entranced by it's ever-changing vista.
A playful tug on his long ponytail startled Shaun out of his daze, sending him sprawling backwards off the top of the storage crate he'd been perched on. He instinctively curled into a ball, minimizing target area while letting his disorientation pass. From above him, he heard his mystery assailant laugh, and he let out an exasperated sigh.
-001-
My first memory is of floating. Floating in a pale green liquid, surrounded by darkness, peaceful, quiet. I slowly raised an arm from my side, struggling to lift it, noticing there were all manner of tubes and wires extending from it, a forest of rubber and plastic.
My progress was halted when my hand bumped into a surface in front of me, hard and smooth. I felt along the convex glass, trying to see how far it extended. Subconsciously I knew I was encircled, trapped, but my mind refused to accept that fact. Suddenly a light switched on, bl
Last of the Forgotten Ones, laying face up, eyes to the sky, all but dead. Power lines crashing down around her, grim reminder of the human's domination of her planet. Time bent, twisted, distorted, seconds feeling like hours. Gusts ruffled the tall dead grass she rested in, downdrafts from their ships, hovering above. Ominous storm clouds looming low and dark, sky steel gray above, filled with smoke from the burning remains of Avalon.
And yet, somehow, she was at peace. There was no point running, no where left to hide, no one to save her from the end that awaited her. As the high-tension wires fell, slow moti
Gone.
In an instant, gone. Without warning, gone. Just like that, gone. Falling from orbit, nuclear missile, massive explosion, then gone. Avalon, the Kira, the humans, all gone.
Willing to sacrifice their own, our hope extinguished, no chance to react. Then pouring down, ships, and more ships, a plague of humans, to butcher our race. Standing bravely, deep inside knowing, knowing our efforts are futile, only death awaits.
Storm of bullets, mowing us down, we fall at their hands, their mercy, their whim. Refusing surrender, dying bravely, nothing left to fight for. Always, it seems, numbers and power prevail over reason,
At the sign of a threat, the cowards, the humans, claim they are not guilty, keep shifting the blame. Refuse to accept that they are at fault, say we must be crazy, don't even exist. They tighten their choke hold, smother the city with soldiers, brute-force warriors, relying on instruments of pain and death to win their battles.
But our wars are mind games, subtle twists of consciousness, confusing, deranging, derailing all rational thought. Downwards spiral, they stutter, stumble, psychosis reigning, dragging them down. Silent observers, we wonder if maybe, this, this madness, perhaps suits them well.
But we, we would find, wer
In an instant, tables turned. Friends no more, conquerors instead, cold, demanding, harsh. Hostile takeover by the humans, mass enslavement of the Kira, our worst nightmare realized.
Forests razed, rivers dammed, surface strip-mined, all for their own selfish purposes. Jungle of wires, extending outwards from their city of concrete and steel like an infection, parasites draining the life out of our planet.
Our descendants, crying, hopeless, barely able to comprehend what had occurred. They knew nothing of evil, of the darkness some conceal within their hearts. All they knew was they were hurting, imprisoned, terrorized by a race
A little bit about me: 18, tomboy, not your average American teenage girl. I like sci-fi, heavy metal and grunge, aliens, zombies squids, etc. I can sing, play guitar and piano (I'm constantly recording demo songs), write songs and lyrics, poetry, short stories, and so on. I pretty much suck at drawing, but I'm trying to improve.
So yeah, I'm weird, random, and a little bit crazy (but in a good way). Please check out my art, comment, and if you feel like it, send me a message (I promise I don't bite!)
Current Residence: Chicagoland, Illinois Favourite genre of music: grunge, thrash, black, and death metal Favourite style of art: anime Favourite cartoon character: Pickles the Drummer
Favourite Movies
District 9, Aliens, Moon, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Just a quick status update: gonna try to post some more D9 fanart and continue improving my Poleepkwa drawing skills. Also, putting "E.V.E.E." on hold, as I've run around on that front, instead working on a concept I'm calling "I am a Nothing". That's all for now.
Cheers,
~Saskia Malan
https://www.kongregate.com/games/nerdook/i-am-an-insane-rogue-ai?acomplete=i+am
Try this game. Seriously. It's fun as shizzz if you're the kind of person like me who enjoys crazy computers that mass-murder humans and getting to control said computer :D