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NaNoWriMo - Memories - TeaganAwareness came in a sudden jolt, leaving the mind grasping after something which evaded with the ease of air escaping a net. For a few bewildering seconds, the noise throwing itself forward for acknowledgment was an incomprehensible jumble of sound, prompting the new body to jump to new feet.
New. Everything was new! Odd hints of recognition invaded the senses from time to time, only to fade before they could be fully understood. Information was flooding in, turning everything white and spinning balance precariously. Millions of questions where asked by every fiber of the body and soul, answered instantly, giving the new being a sense of physical self even if the sentient question had gone unasked. Handily, there was a mirror to the left and a figure stepped to it, obeying the intense instinctual desire to know who. Thankfully the mirror also obeyed and showed eyes a frame which pleased the mind behind them:
Medium height, bipedal, five
My First MemoryMy first memory is of doing something spectacular. I’m standing on the edge of a precipice so deep the bottom can’t be seen. I never know if this is because I don’t look, it has no bottom, I never knew or I don’t care. The sky is robin’s egg blue, the only thing obscuring it is smoke from nearby fires and steam rising from an ocean close at hand.
A glance at myself shows a hard, full body protected by silver armor which fits perfectly. It is mighty and covered in a veneer of white porcelain. Gold and navy blue trim are its only decoration: I am not pretentious in my power. For I am powerful, this much I know.
I am the only being in existence which is powerful enough to accomplish the task before me, not only because I volunteered. My core is bright and pure, the thing which opposes me, more so. This is my challenge: in order to defeat the thing, I must take it within myself and be the stronger of us. &
3rd of July annualThey had both changed, but both wore the same form. She looked back across the field, over the road and seemingly through the buildings beyond to an unknown point, expression and gaze unreadable.
"I saw a homeless man just now," she told him, after he had pulled up past the ineffective fence to park beside her ailing Geo Prism. "He had a smart phone and was sending a text. I wondered how he could afford it and I can't."
"Sure he was homeless?" The silver voice replied, amused both at the greeting and the question itself.
"Looked it," was the simple response. They waited, then, listening to the mocking birds shrill mimicry of the day to day sounds of the area. Not just other bird calls, but car alarms, building alarms, the beeps of security key-pads, even a ring tone or two.
"Gotta thing on your arm," he noted.
"It's been hot," she shrugged, "my body doesn't react well. You look good. Healthy. Sound rested."
"I am," he agreed.
Nameless, Chapter 1, Scene 2It was healthy, busy work, not giving Silent the time needed to dwell on who his creator was or why he had been abandoned in the back alley. When he wasn't running messages he never bothered to read all over the city during the light hours, he was using all the tricks he knew to keep the bar quiet until it closed.
"You're Primus-sent." The praise earned nothing more than a glance upward from the small mech and the flash of a smile. Silent was currently helping Highgate back to his home, deep in the dark hours after the bar had been closed. "Too good t'be workin' in a place like this. Never woulda lasted half as long without'cha, mechlet. Won't be able t'thank you enough."
He offered the larger mech another smile and patted his shoulder reassuringly. It wasn't Highgate's fault that the cost of energon had skyrocketed shortly after Silent's arrival. Tonight had been the bar's final close, though only
Nameless, Chapter 1, Scene 1The world blazed into focus with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Consciousness occurred all at once, floundering in the sudden sea of sensation, mind grasping after ... something. Whatever it had been, it evaded him with quicksilver deftness, evaporating without a trace. Shattered by a simple sound; nothing more or less than a nearby footstep. Propelled to his feet by an unknown force, he darted down the alley toward a half-remembered sense of safety. His life, up until he had come online moments before, was gone. He was alone.
The mech paused, catching sight of his reflection in a discarded bit of polished metal propped against the side of a building. Yes, his processor told him, this's me. Whoever I am.
He was smallish, which pleased him. His hands were oil black, matching his shoulders and helm. His helm had two communication horns and a slightly protruding
7-4-12 Annual"I think the pup saw you yesterday," she said, knowing he would hear her. A silver chuckle chimed in the air.
"I must be gettin' old, if a puppy as distractable as that scrap a' fur can be noticin' me."
A small smile curled the side of her mouth, matching the grim pain in her brown eyes. "Pups and kids can see things the rest of us can't."
Jazz paused, remembering the ferocity with which she had shoved the dusty maroon sedan over complicated country roads in the heat of the previous afternoon. The same desperation had been clear in the way she had handled the car then as was in her posture now.
"That's a pause," she told him, standing stoic in the parking lot.
"Wonderin' about you," he replied carefully. "You've never had this particular look about you before."
"I--" It was a scrap of sound, too brief to be called a word. Her body language, spoken from a frame of more muscle than fat, more ache than movement, again told a story.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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