Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under short story,human,creative writing,fiction,fantasy,
Tainted Immortal
The last days of Taint. That is what they call the last few months of imperfection before everyone on the earth changed. The Elders decreed that one person should be left with the taint so that we never forgot our past, but they did. And when they manipulated my body for the job, they made me undying. I am here as an idea forever in the minds of the once-humans; not that they cared. And once they doused me in the waters of my own youth, making me forever young, they destroyed the technology that allowed them to do so. I, and only I, was to be gifted with such a thing, they told me. Several years later I began to hope that they had made a mistake and I was actually not immortal. They hadn’t made a mistake.
But at that same time, it didn’t bother me too much. Besides, that was how I met the Professor. She was in charge of the habitat for my future living conditions. Thinking back now, she was the creator of my prison. Neither of us realized it then, but I was to be the last tainted being, living on the last piece of tainted land for an eternity.
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October 29, 2011
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Perfection Achieved
I am not human. I’m not sure what I am, but I love and hate; I create and destroy; I have balance. Humans do not have such. They did once, but no longer. The last human I saw to have the balance that I possess now was the Professor, but after she helped to create the Dome she abandoned me, charmed by the ease of life they promised. “You could be so beautiful,” they said, coaxing her into submission. And finally, she fell, following them into their mindless oblivion. Often, before she left, I got the feeling I would lose her, but I chose not to listen to that pessimist that had for so long lay dormant in my mind, kept at bay only by my shining optimism. Now, I only wish I would have listened to my doubts. I wish I would have done something.
Humans changed. And they took the earth with them, leaving hardly any ground to be left to the wiles of Mother Nature. Nothing could be imperfect save for this dome — my home. It was to remind them of how horrible a lack of perfection could be. I’m part of that reminder. They changed everything and anything they could until everything was stagnant, impregnated with perfection. Why would they mess with perfection once it was finally achieved?
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September 3, 2011
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The Wake
An idea, like a seed, had been planted in all the minds of the world. Not all at once, though sometimes, I wish it had been. It would have saved me a lot of pain. The idea had been that perfection was what the world needed; that flaws were the enemy. And it grew and grew into a fact that struck with such intensity that even the sun — with its own perfect burning beauty — realized that maybe it should share its beauty with the humans so that they may achieve perfection as well. It burned hotter than ever before in that time. Not that it mattered: technology had progressed enough by that time and they were protected… from the sun.
Like vines, the fact of perfection constricted anything it grew around, strangling and killing thoughts that did not involve the words “beautiful” or “perfection”. And like a disease this way of thinking spread. A Pandemic. No one realized it left an emptiness in its wake — an apathy so deep, that it overpowered the shallow well the human soul was beginning to be. They started to die; a lack of caring for anything other than the beauty of themselves left only husks of what humans used to be.
September 2, 2011
Posted by miniatusplusnaki | Filed under creative writing,human,series,short story,fiction,fantasy,
First Death
They took away humanity. They poked and prodded; primped and primed which entailed waxing and shaving and colouring; it entailed implants and plastic and suction. They masked the humanity, but the rot lived inside. Perfection was her downfall; imperfection her saviour and she forsook all that made her living – made her real. Her family felt the ugly in her actions and the coroners found the ugliness within. But… ‘twas a beautiful death.
September 2, 2011
This is where the creatures of my mind will live. Hai. I'm Naki. This is separate from my personal blog where there's even more content, but this one is for creative writing...It's special.
