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IML_42 t1_j8ut6y1 wrote

Jim Bass floated in the amniotic sac filled with a warm green solution—body temperature. He slept soundly in the fetal position, his mind stimulated by the extra terrestrial serum in which he was enveloped. Scenes of his life flashed before his eyes. He recalled every fond memory from his first bike to his honeymoon. He was comfortable. Happy even.

“This is useless,” said General Ax. “The human brain reacts to the serum by saturating itself with dopamine thereby occupying all active neuro receptors.”

“Indeed, Sir,” said Lieutenant Crix. “A clever bio-dynamic defense mechanism. Perhaps we’ve underestimated these creatures.”

“We cannot afford to underestimate such a volatile creature,” said Ax sternly. “No. We need answers,” he paused as considered their next move. “Prepare the Meld Interface.”

“But, sir, it has not been adequately tested on the human species,” said Crix urgently. “We have no way of knowing what dangers you may encounter.”

“The Meld has been utilized for similar species. Remember the bi-pedal fur sacs of Kereon? Its DNA matches that of the human by 75%—that will have to be assurance enough,” said Ax as he began removing his uniform. “The risk these creatures pose to us far outweighs the risk to my mind and the needs of the many trumps the needs of the few. Make preparations.”

The Meld Interface was a large cylindrical tube filled with a blue serum, thicker in consistency than that which filled Jim’s amniotic sac. General Ax climbed into the solution and sat at the bottom of the tube with his six appendages wrapped tightly around his thorax. He nodded to Crix, partly to signal that he was prepared, partly to encourage his Lieutenant to do his job.

Crix connected two tubes between the cylinder and the sac. He returned to his terminal station and input the command to initiate the Meld Interface. With a whir the green fluid from the sac was pumped into Ax’s cylinder just as the blue fluid from Ax was pumped into the sac. In unison the two beings began to thrash and convulse in their respective containers—violent and unnatural.

And then, for General Ax, everything went dark.

Ax opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a small room with limestone walls. The light was dim, but he could see just enough to make out a single door and a humanoid standing beside it. The very human from the sac!

“It’s you!” Shouted Ax. “How—how are you here? The Meld Interface does not allow for simultaneous inhabitance of a mind. You should be within my mine at this moment!”

Jim laughed, a jarringly abrupt and aggressive gesture as perceived by Ax. “Humans are not that simple, Thraxian. We exist on multiple levels simultaneously. We contain multitudes. I am what is called a sub-conscious.”

“How do you know my species? You have no previous experience of my kind,” said Ax with concern.

“For a species with such advanced technology, you sure are naive,” said the Jim directly. “You really think you could observe us without us observing you back? If you can see us, we can see you. Simple as that.

“That you’ve gotten this far tells me that you’ve seen what we spend our time doing. You really thought we’d build such weapons and not have our eyes fixed to the outside? That we wouldn’t find any and all threats in the sky? Come on, Thraxian. You’re smarter than that.”

Ax knew immediately that Crix had been right, the Thraxian had made that fatal mistake which countless others had made before them.

They had underestimated the humans.

“You’re right, human. We are—“

“Jim,” interrupted Jim. “Call me Jim.”

“Jim,” the word was foreign in Ax’s mouth. It felt less like a name and more like an onomatopoeia for the noise the Thraxians made when they ate. “I am called Ax. But you are right, Jim. We are smarter than that. This is why I am here. I am to learn about your people, I must learn your motivations. This place is,” he paused to search for the proper word, “more barren than I am accustomed to.”

Jim again let out a laugh. Ax wondered if that was a sign of anger or happiness. Regardless, he hated the sound. “Barren. Did you just call me an empty headed dumbass? Where I come from those are fighting words, Ax,” he joked. Ax didn’t understand humor and steeled himself for a battle.

Ax raised two pincers in front of him and spread his other four legs out in a ready stance. “Then a fight you shall have, human!” He roared.

Jim again chuckled. Ax now knew this noise was a sign of aggression. He ran toward Jim who raised his arms quickly. “Woah, woah, woah, big guy,” said Jim. “I was just joking. You know, like, jesting? Joshing? Making humorous words. I wasn’t serious.”

Ax’s thorax burned bright red, apparently the universal color of embarrassment. “I apologize. I misunderstood.”

“The fault is all mine,” said Jim a gracious host. “Look, you’re right. This place is empty. Just this door right here. Your—what did you call it?”

“Meld Interface,” said Ax helpfully.

“Right. Your Meld Interface landed you in a very specific part of my mind. This is called The Region of Repression. This is where we lock away the memories we’d rather not face: the hard truths, the unimaginable sadnesses. I’m here to stand guard.”

“So you’ll not let me pass? We shall battle after all, Jim?” Said Ax, surprised at his own disappointment.

Jim laughed again. Ax again steeled himself for an attack. “Not all all, bud,” said Jim. “I’m not here to make sure you don’t get in.”

“Then why are you standing guard?” Asked Ax.

“I’m here to make sure nothing gets out,” said Jim as he stepped aside and gestured to the door. “By all means, be my guest. But tread lightly; the human mind is a dangerous place.”

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IML_42 t1_j8uzui9 wrote

Ax found himself on Earth. The sun was shining. He marveled at the ferocity of its heat and the brightness of its shine—he had never seen Sol from that angle before. He heard birds chirping and felt a breeze against his shell—his body was speckled in shades of red and blue as it reacted to the varying temperatures around him. He had nearly forgotten what he was doing there until he saw Jim walking toward a house.

The large alien, released from his reverie, followed closely behind the human. Once inside the house, Ax noticed varying still images of Jim and a female human. He then turned his attention to a dog who had stirred from a nap and ran to excitedly greet Jim.

Ax knew that the dog couldn’t see him—he was inside of a memory—but the sight of the golden creature made his shell crawl. It reminded him too much of the treacherous Thrall of the Canin of Thrax.

Thankfully, the female human soon entered the room and let the dog outside. Ax could relax. He walked over to the dog’s bed—the only furniture he could see that appeared able to hold him—and settled upon the pillow top and, again, wrapped his appendages around his thorax as he watched the memory unfold.

“We need to talk,” said the female as she sat on the couch.

“Ok…” said Jim with a tone of confusion as he followed her lead. “What’s up, Holly?”

“Jim…you know what I’m about to say. I know you feel it too,” she said as her eyes filled with tears.

Jim’s eyes were wide and he puffed out his cheeks. “I mean, I really haven’t the faintest. Is this about my working so much again? Holly I told you I’m so close to making a break on this thing. I’ll take some time soon, but I can’t just drop this in the middle. You know me, Holl.”

“You’re really going to make me say it?”

“God damn it, Hol! Just fucking say it. Don’t make me guess!” Ax was shocked at the abrupt nature of Jim’s anger. It reminded him of the geysers at the Many-Face Pools of Thrax—still waters that, without notice, boiled and burst forth high into the sky with an abundant and violent release.

“I don’t love you anymore,” her tone was even, it lacked the sadness of the previous things she’d said. Ax realized she was more upset about having to have said the words than having felt the feelings.

“What? What do you mean?” He said as he stood from the couch. “What—what can I do? How do we make this better? Come on, Holly, I know I’ve been working a ton, but you know that what I’m doing is important work. I’m finally doing something that matters. Something that helps the world. We’ve been disconnected for a while now, but you know we’re both to blame here. We can work on it. Let’s go to couples therapy. Let’s fight for this. Let’s fight for us!”

“It isn’t about your work, Jim,” she said. “It’s…it’s you. You’re so angry. You flare up without notice. You fly off the handle at the smallest inconvenience. You know that my sister told me to leave you after what you did at Christmas?”

“Christmas? This is about Christmas?” He said loudly. “Oh, come on, Holl. How many times do I need to apologize for that. I was drunk!”

“It’s not just when you’re drinking and you know it,” she said sternly.

“Ok…ok,” said Jim calmly. He sat on the couch next to his wife and took a deep breath. “Ok. Look, I can work on it. I can fix this. Let me talk to someone. Let me show you I can do this. Please, Holl,” he said as he began to cry. “Please, don’t let me go. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

Holly just stared at him, her face cold as stone. Ax was not a human, but he recognized that look. It was a look that spanned space and time, the look of cold indifference, the look someone gives before they break your world in half, the look of someone who is about to rip one or two of your hearts out of your thorax.

“There’s no saving this, Jim.” She said matter of factly. “There’s no saving us.”

Ax was enthralled by this slice of life. He’d spent his time observing Jim and the humans at the Global Defense Initiative. In that time he’d witnessed humans planning for battle, developing new technologies, building new weapons, producing space craft, he’d even seen them joking at the water cooler, but none of their actions betrayed any—for lack of a better word—humanity.

But this. This experience. Ax could understand this. Ax had lived this.

“What do you mean? How can you say that?” Pleaded Jim.

“I’m in love with somebody else.”

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IML_42 t1_j8votli wrote

Ax was overcome by a feeling of empathy. Those six fateful words—irreversible once uttered, all encompassing, all destroying—bonded Ax to the human for reasons which transcended atmospheric borders and inter-species divides.

These two men had a shared trauma.

“You love someone else?” Said Jim, his tone even, too much so.

“That’s right. I’ve found someone else. I can’t stand to be around you any longer. He makes me happy, which is something you haven’t done for me for as long as I can remember.”

“You don’t know what love is, you fucking monster!” Jim said, his face flush with the coalescence of rage and embarrassment. “If you knew what love was you wouldn’t be doing this to me!”

Holly laughed in his face. “Don’t even go there, Jim. The ‘woe is me’ bit is overplayed.” Holly picked up steam. She spat each successive word with more force as her disdain for Jim finally overflowed in a tirade of anger and disgust. “You’re not enough of a man to even begin to give me what I need. You’re just a small, insignificant roach who scurries about the ground coveting crumbs and scraps. You hide from the light of day and flee from consequences. That’s why you spend all your time at the Institute, because you can’t face me. You can’t face yourself!”

Ax shifted on the dog bed. Something wasn’t right here. He was overwhelmed by a feeling of deja vú. This was more than just empathy, he had seen this before, heard these words, felt these feelings. His heart began to race and his fight or flight reaction began to kick in. His shell instinctively changed colors to blend into his surroundings.

“Oh fuck you, Holly! I’m not hiding from anything. I work so much because I have better odds of finding intelligent life in space than I do in my own home!” Jim screamed and then smiled to himself as if he were surprised the insult had landed so well.

Holly’s face regained an unsettling stoicism in light of the insult. “You’re a failure. You’ve always been a failure. There’s a reason you have no friends, no family who will speak to you. You want to know why no one wants to invest time and energy into you? It’s because you have no potential. You’re nothing and you will forever be nothing. And to top it all off, you got the one person in this world who could stand to be around you killed.”

“No, no, no no! I didn’t get Prox killed! It was an accident!” Screamed Ax, much to his surprise.

He stopped a moment and regained his composure, took a beat to remember where he was. This wasn’t his memory. He was in Jim the human’s mind. The memories wouldn’t respond to him, they weren’t talking to him.

And then Holly turned her icy gaze his direction and addressed him.

“What’s the matter. Ax? Don’t like a taste of your own medicine?”

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IML_42 t1_j8vuepl wrote

This was not supposed to happen, the Meld Interface afforded certain protections for the Thraxian mind travelers, chief among them was the incontrovertible fact that memories were unmalleable—the past was the past.

Ax quickly learned that this was a mistaken assumption. Indeed, the Thraxian had—in their arrogance—doubled their error of judgment: they’d underestimated a second species in their pursuit of understanding.

“This isn’t right,” said Ax. “I wasn’t here, this could not have happened in this manner.”

“And yet I speak to you,” said Holly. “You’re of an adaptive people, Ax. Do what you do best, adapt.” The words Holly spoke were incongruent with the motions of her mouth, it was as though her movements were out of phase with her speech.

Jim’s body was still, frozen in time. It was just Holly and Ax now.

“What are you?” Asked Ax.

“You’re the superior species, Thraxian,” she said, the potency of her voice’s venom not lessened for its current target, “you tell me what I am. That is what you do, isn’t it? Classify, codify. Condemn.”

Ax’s mind went into overdrive. This…thing was of a species he’d catalogued. Recently. The realization hit him hard and he readied himself for battle. “You’re a Kereon, aren’t you?” He said.

“Very good, Ax,” said Holly. “Although it took you longer than I expected. I was really laying it on thick there. Sure, I had to use the lexicon of this…human…but I figured that you’d more quickly recognize your deepest shame unfolding before your eyes. And what shame it is.”

The Kereon grew tired of the charade and exploded itself through the constrained confines of the human form, ‘Holly’s’ body burst in a cloud of blood and a hail of gristle and bone. The creature that emerged had thick, brown fur that covered it head to toe. It stood 8 feet tall with 4 boney protrusions emanating from it’s back like upside down buttresses. It’s eyes glowed a fierce amber and were fixed steadfastly upon Ax.

“What do they call you, beast?” Said Ax as he raised his pincers, his shell strobing red and white in a show of intimidation.

“You know me, Ax,” growled the Kereon. “You’ve seen me, been me. I’ve seen you, been you.”

Ax couldn’t believe his blunder. He’d allowed the Kereon he’d Meld Interfaced to return to its home after he’d concluded that the species was absolutely innocuous, too primitive to threaten the Thraxian empire.

“Thereon,” whispered Ax to himself as if he’d just remembered the solution to a problem over which he’d long labored.

“One and the same, Ax,” said the beast proudly. “It seems we’ve beaten you to the humans. Their minds are surprisingly conducive to our abilities. And to sneak in under the watchful eyes of the great and all-seeing Thraxian Empire. Isn’t it funny how that works?”

“What—what do you mean you’ve beaten us to the humans? Explain yourself!” Ax shouted, his anger flavored by fear.

“We discovered long ago that we could live deep in the minds of the humans—in the levels that escape rational thought, that exist well below their consciousness, in places far beyond detection. We’ve entrenched ourselves in these vicious creatures.

“Watching. Learning. Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Said Ax.

“Waiting for you to let us out of these deep recesses and into their core consciousness, of course.”

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relddir123 t1_j8vza0y wrote

Don’t leave us hanging!


IML_42 t1_j8xqrqc wrote

Don’t worry, I will put out the next installment sometime today (hopefully). Saturday at the latest. Thanks for your interest in the story!


N0V-A42 t1_j8wdqoh wrote

Oh man I'm a little confused. How does one species live in the mind of another? Great story.


MikeColorado t1_j8yr5qk wrote

Remember the gatekeeper's comment, I am not here to prevent you from going in, I am here to prevent things from coming out! Well done, engaging story.


arylea t1_j8wu0e0 wrote

Probably not much different than people with multiple personalities.


Esoj93 t1_j8wfmzr wrote

Gotta know how this ends


IML_42 t1_j8xqtln wrote

I’ll have another part coming today (hopefully) or Saturday at the latest. Thanks for reading!


sycolution t1_j8vunwh wrote

Yoooo...please keep going!


IML_42 t1_j8vvb2m wrote

Just recently posted the next part! Thanks for reading!


squish8294 t1_j8v2idw wrote

Yea, interested


CreationsOfReon t1_j8v6asr wrote

Damn. More please, make me cry.


IML_42 t1_j8v73u3 wrote

I’ll write up the next part this evening and post it as a comment here. Thanks for reading!


wrechch t1_j8vhvst wrote

Damn man, I could read this stuff all day. Fantastic work, friend. Please continue.


IML_42 t1_j8vma2x wrote

Thanks! Writing up the next part as we speak!


S1eepyZ t1_j8vonuu wrote

Notify me when part 3 is out


IML_42 t1_j8vp67r wrote

Just posted the next part!


S1eepyZ t1_j8vp7im wrote

Nice, barely any wait!


IML_42 t1_j8vuitf wrote

I aim to please! Just added another part of you’re interested!


emasterbuild t1_j8xak98 wrote

we share 90% DNA with cats, 75% is nothing


IML_42 t1_j8xqkh1 wrote

Indeed. Was foolhardy for the Thraxians to believe that percentage was statistically significant. Although, human’s are more alike the Kereon’s than they are bananas. So that’s something…


MadlyMused t1_j8vlxnf wrote

"You don't want to open that." The guard was dressed in strange garb, almost like a human soldier, but also jester-like, as if he couldn't quite decide how serious he was about his occupation. I had been waiting ages to begin this particular experiment, so his strange appearance was not about to deter me.

"Yes, I do. This is the whole reason I've traveled across the universe... to examine creatures so primitive and yet, so perplexing." Perhaps I could reason with the man. I could, of course, force my way into the deep recesses of the human's brain, but then I would risk fracturing the specimen's mind. That wouldn't do since I had already reached my abduction quota for the quarter. Patience and cunning would be the best path. "Step aside, and I promise to simply observe and not damage any of the neurons or processes I encounter."

"Well, alright then." The colorful soldier said cheerfully as he stepped aside. I could hardly contain my excitement. I had succeeded. I was finally going to observe the internal workings of the elusive earthling. My findings would surely be published in scientific papers across the galaxy!

Slowly, I opened the heavy metal door and peered inside. My initial observation upon poking my head in was simply a quiet darkness. Had I been forewarned of what I would encounter beyond the threshold, I would have gone no further. But ignorant of what awaited me, I ventured through to find the discovery of my career.

It only took a moment in that tiny room before the pain and shouting began. It was everywhere... noise... flashing lights... confusion. I have never been so over-stimulated in my life! I immediately turned to retreat, only to find the metal door shut tight behind me.

"Let me out!" I banged on the door in desperation. This was not at all what I had intended. I hadn't brought the proper equipment to withstand such calamity. "You must open the door!" I screamed.

"Can't do that." The soldier's voice was as even as before, completely untroubled by my predicament. "It's my job to keep all trauma sealed away. I can't let you out until it returns to its dormant state."

"No, please!" I didn't know how much longer I could handle this. I hadn't expected nor prepared to withstand the intense commotion I was experiencing this deep into the specimen's consciousness. More blaring alarms and random screams filled my ears. I began to feel dizzy. "Please! How long am I trapped in here?"

"No, one knows." The soldier said. I fanned my face and leaned against the door. What had I gotten myself into?

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the commotion stopped. I looked around me, finding only darkness and silence once again. Slowly, the metal door opened, and I fell out of the room and onto the Subconscious room floor. The soldier-jester blinked at me but said nothing as he shut the door behind me. I didn't care. I was just grateful to see a familiar face.

"What was that?" I asked when I finally found the courage to speak.

"Suppressed childhood trauma. We don't go in there." The soldier answered matter-of-factly.

"I can see why." I answered and bolted for the exit.


rintaro17392 t1_j8w8790 wrote

Shirley, that had been her name before she had joined the thousands of corpses near the border of the bombing site. The humans had resisted initially, but there was only so much that limited minds could achieve against transcendent beings who had long ago shed their physical forms. Absolute prediction was in place, once again, in human society - every word known, every breath monitored, every echo heard, every hope shattered.

V had been watching her quite intently. There was nothing new to learn, but it was a hobby he had taken up after learning about the human concept of a "miracle". Many human concepts had found their way into the colonizers' minds, carried by a wave of thoughts similar to what humans would have called "nostalgia" - the gender, absurd love, self-destructive actions, revolts.

He found it fascinating - how the colonizers, supposedly a superior life form, were learning so many new things from a Type-R civilization. Access to the human world was limited even for investigators.

10 years he thought. It had been 10 years since the new government had been established on Earth, yet the human brain, at its core, remained an ever-changing enigma. It was possible to predict their actions, but most of their actual motivations remained hidden. Only the tune was heard, but the tune was too simple. The lyrics and the emotion and the beats, all remained hidden. Many of the colonizers believed that it was futile to read something that seemed to change from the core every second. Those who possessed human emotions, even for trying them out, were terrified. Accelerated evolution had never been witnessed before.

One of his eyes saw the tentacles carry the girl into the expanded synapse fluid. She was dressed in some form of ornamental clothing, its glistening white no more, covered in blood.

But she was still alive.

His awareness ring expanded as it rotated to contain the signals flowing from her mind into his. When humans of these times were on the verge of death, the mind produced an incredibly loud "roar", that was dismissed by many as the noise created as a result of the mind trying to save itself by creating its own world of memory.

After all, stories were unique to humans.

It was as if he would greet the girl as she embarked on her journey. Since the colonizers' world had a faster speed of time than the human one, such investigations usually took one to five human weeks from their perspective, although it would only be an instant for the subject.

One of his eyes entered into the cave that always appeared, while all the others intently watched, collecting petabytes of data every second. He saw himself from high above, as a man wearing a similar garment, but charcoal black. The "roar" was active, and reality was more vivid than usual. The black on his body was the darkest black he had ever seen.

The cave moved over him, taking him deeper and deeper. His other eyes had realised that something was out of the usual, but the inner eye was cut off from this information for the sake of collecting new experiences.

The girl stood before him, her eyes a perfect, full white.

"Intruder" she said. "What is your purpose?"

The eye of translation didn't respond, along with most of the other ones. It was only him - a small, original piece of the existence he was now, alone in a strange place. "I can't understand" he tried to express, making the most appropriate hand gestures based on what he could recall.

The girl disappeared, and a voice spoke to him in his own language.

"What brings you here, child?"


rintaro17392 t1_j9abedt wrote

The terror of the unexplored seized him. There was no protocol for this. The investigator's persona would remain trapped inside a foreign place for weeks, and due to the time shift, breaking the link could introduce potentially fatal noise into the user's consciousness - even more so in the case of the roar being active. Dying human minds were the most noisy.

He felt the blackness around him take form and studied his surroundings. Even now, he stood in a cave, limited before walls. There was the calm he was used to - a small world created by the mind, his favorite source of new information. Humans were interesting in that regard. Some would even create scenery that they had never would have seen even in art before. Where did this scenery come from? The enigma's gears turned, sternly protecting the magic of its existence. He noticed the girl standing a few steps away from the waterfall by the cave opening, her back facing him. A door was visible on the right, a rusted iron plate hiding a passage that had been carved into the rock.

"What was that before..." he asked her in confusion. Could this projection also speak his language?

"Tainted feet aren't welcome in a temple", she spoke without turning.

"These tainted feet mark themselves here to seek answers. Are you Shirley's subconscious?"

"Yes. What kind of answers do you desire?"

"We wish to learn about the core of the human mind. Our only goal is to gain more knowledge! We can save your body if you cooperate."

He felt the throbbing in his chest. The persona assigned to him by the dying human mind was the most detailed he had ever experienced. Forbidden texts floated through his awareness, texts that would invite a purge if anyone in their realm tried to access them.

The human mind can imagine life itself

"Then enter" she spoke plainly. "The door is right in front of you"

He felt a massive grip on his shoulders, enough to paralyse his projection. In an abrupt sweep, the dream-world came to an end.

The collective unconscious screamed in agony from stagnation. He was a mote against the heavy wind, uncertain and powerless. As the truth revealed itself to him, his final moments arrived in a violent stroke of lightning. The sand became the sea and the air fell down as rain. The mountains became ice caps and melted into the aura of the innocent village boy, who had now become the Sun.

"Do you realise it now?" he heard the plain voice again. "We are the same type of beings. The thirteen thousand years that will pass under your presence on this world is nothing but a pre-determined merger. Individuals bend against the will of the collective organism. We shall consume you."

"And God declared: 'This is my mercy upon you, meaningless beings! You shall receive the essence of 'me', and bring forth the moment where you become demiurge to this Universe."

Shirley sat on the soft grass of the royal garden, reading a book in her favorite spot. It was a beautiful day with predictions of rain later in the evening. She saw her little brother in the distance - a silouhette of the future king. From the circle of trees around the garden emerged beautiful songs.

She smiled as she saw bullets pierce through her brother's gentle body. The air itself had been weaponized into a tool of assassination. She smiled at her own helplessness, at the absurd songs of nature, and at the black dots in the distance that tore through the sound barrier enough times to send ripples into her bones. Finally, she smiled at the bright light of destruction.

As the dust settled, under the rubble, she smiled at her own unwillingness to die. In an involuntary movement, her fingers crushed a small insect as the mechanical tentacles caught hold of her.


MagicTech547 t1_j8y85jw wrote

Nice! Will there be a part 2?


rintaro17392 t1_j8ydmsx wrote

Thank you! Yes, I am planning to complete this one (at least its version here) tomorrow. I'll probably also make a little subreddit for archiving these. I'll let you know when I post the next part!


MagicTech547 t1_j8yem7b wrote

Thanks! Happy writing!


rintaro17392 t1_j9ablk3 wrote

I wrote the follow-up as a reply to my original comment!
Sorry I've just been busy with school stuff so only got time today to finish it.


Linkdotzip t1_j8xnhbk wrote

At last, I reached my destination. It is not the first time I have reached the human subconcious, but navigating their thoughts was far from straightforward. The right word, when well placed, can bring you exactly where you need to go, but one wrong move can completely unravel the path you have made, and replace it with a complicated web of emotions and thoughts too tangled to unravel in a single voyage.

At the entrance of the subconcious, I came across two doors where my previous expeditions on other humans had only revealed one. The one I was expecting appeared as a simple, wooden construction that was ill fitted to its frame, and, as usual, the lock was absent, and the manifestation guarding it appeared half asleep. I knew this door contained the more... unfortunate reaches of human curiosity, often referred to as "intrusive" thoughts, categorized by their largely self-destructive nature. I have learned that opening that door is largely unproductive and could jeopardize the voyage.

The door I was far more interested in was the larger and far more sturdy, metal door, rusted with age but still tightly sealed, and though the manifestation guarding it appeared far more attentive than the other, it made no move to stop me as I carefully worked on opening the lock that sealed it shut.

After successfully removing the lock, I carefully opened the door and took a look inside. Sealed within were memories of an absent parent, whose absenses were more often than not broken with slurred speech, hate-filled eyes, and bruises that lingered longer than the one who made them. Also present were the pains and worries caused by their words, that still festered and ate away at the mind. Sitting beside these older memories were far fresher ones, such as the final moments of a friend spent holding in their vitals and assuring them that they will be fine, scenes of violence suffused with the sounds of gunfire and the smells of smoke and blood, and of possessions left on the front lawn by a partner that had not waited fot their return.

Rolling up my sleeves, I got to work, for there was a lot to do, and the reward of seeing another patient safely off could not come soon enough.


AnalBlaster42069 t1_j8xz9qp wrote

The Wisp had great experience with mazes of the mind. These white matter substructures of sprawling neural networks can reveal deep secrets and motivations, often ones the being itself hasn't even begun to understand. This time started like so many others, the Wisp writhing and tunneling its finest hair tentacles deeper and deeper.

The Wisp soaked in the initial pang of panic and alarm of the creature as it traveled up its central spine; it knew this feeling well and delighted in it for a moment. It meant the first step was successful, that it was embedding deeply into the crevices. Wrapping and weaving the tentacles around the mesh of dark and delicate connections, giving a squeeze here or a twist there to let the creature know that something was there, and that resistance was helpless. That all hope was lost. The pokes and prods and drugs and chemicals and tests of the creatures couldn't even detect its presence, let alone extricate it--no, this species was far too primitive for that.

Usually unlocking the inner core felt like the break of a dam or the pop of a pimple, the pressure building and brimming forth until the weight and gore of memories and emotions spilled forth for the Wisp to eat. But. But this was different.

The Wisp felt a sudden slip, the thick knot of nerves somehow instantly untangled all at once instead of caving to the pressure. It was confused and enraged, and also, though the Wisp would never admit it, panicked.

Instead of the web of deep remembrances upon which to feast, there was a door. An old, rusty, ancient door that was clearly very heavy. One of the creatures stood outside it and alongside, but not in the hazy, lazy way that glimmers and memories exist. As solid as the door itself.

"Hi", the creature said to the Wisp, the serious face of the guard slightly betrayed by a minuscule upturn at the corner of the mouth. It was clearly very pleased it unsettled the Wisp. And damn, this reverie was deserved. "You probably didn't expect that, huh?"

In its panic, the Wisp wasn't sure what to do, other than to try and escape. It extended its tendrils along with the rest of its threaded body in a flash to the door, hoping against hope the wooden portal wouldn't be as solid as it initially appeared. That it could evade this awful creature and feast another day.

And all at once, with just the slightest push, the door swung open. Where there was usually delicious dark locked away, was light. There was an instant of recognition--it was a trap, and the Wisp suddenly knew all. All of the hidden plans and desires and machinations it didn't see before. The scream echoed across the space as the light severed the connection into ash.


The Wisp awoke with a jolt, back in the room with the others a million light-years but a single, thin, dimension away. "They know about us!!" it cried out in a panic, feeling its own life slipping away. "They know about us and THEY ARE COMING!"


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Ninjewdi t1_j8wu6gi wrote

"Humans scary, aliens unprepared" take 5,996,447,001


Watfleking t1_j8wxhor wrote

I honestly feel like adding human and alien just makes this prompt worse. I feel like it would be much better if you kept it generic.


MoobooMagoo t1_j8wda3i wrote

The alien slowly opens the door and hears a strange sound begin to float through the air.

"...helped thousands they'll help you too.

One lump sum of cash

They will pay to you.

If you get long term payments but you nee-" *SLAM*

The alien, fearing for their sanity slams the door shut and immediately decides that the human mind is just too dangerous to learn the secrets of.