Materializm Dialektyczny
{"Narrative identity takes part in the story's movement, in the dialectic between order and disorder" - Paul Ricoer. "Dialectic thought is an attempt to break through the coercion of logic by its own means" Theodore W. Adorno. "History is not like some individual person, which uses men to achieve its ends. History is nothing but the actions of men in pursuit of their ends" - Karl Marx... Today a short and independent story, give it no attention as it is all folly to the monoverse, multigalaxy setting I am building up. Take that statement as you will, I shall side step to the lines and observe... Today's music-aide: Triage at Dawn (synthwave remix) [1.] and Guard Down [2.] by Morch Kovalski (remix of HL2 OST).}
My sketchy sketch of [expunged].
- Materializm Dialektyczny -
[No music]
Sparks dance about the air in spirals, dark in representation but visceral in life.
Gurgles erupt betwixt the crackling sparks and quiet air, two floating masses chuckling about. Despite the quiet that blankets all other noises, subdued noises of wildlife scurry around them but the two figures didn't dare to cackle at them. Then their masses stopped sliding forth, the shu'ulathoi's blue-pulsating eyepiece scanned the environment while the doradca's lungs took the chance to finally rest.
The doradca hearing their filtered breathing slower than the intake and output of the breather on the shu'ulathoi prompted the centered-eyepiece to fire dark sparks. Crackles turning to zaps, but not an ashen or fried bird in sight that chose to challenge them. The doradca's head spinning about, only the spiral motions of the dancing dark sparks seem to only threaten the two - even then, not by much. Phantom-limbs sprouting on the sides, the limbs tugged at the shu'ulathoi's metal-limb and the floating slug continued forth.
"Ahk-ba thee?" ["What disturbs thee?"]
"Oh nothing, my ole doradca. Just wanted to see the greenery in spite of the fizzling dark electricity. You do have to tell me how they work at another time"
"Myst mieñlakos na'nerfta, shard charda-blu Science lo. Hue - ba-barbakos santane. Baba-barbarkos sil?" ["Myst magicry one could say, but I say Science had demystified it. Ha! But I agree to tell later, only later. What shall we humour now?"]
"Why, of your confusing tongue and how much more it makes sense to adopt the Shu'ulathoi tongue."
"Hue hue hue hue~ Begriff stilum! Scartifikos liczyny zmikov!" ["Ha ha ha ha~ Follow through that Notion! I can confuse those species that can speak like mines!"]
"Ha! And I can infect any mind with my gurgles and still sound intelligible to them when I want a point to be made."
"Sharnum" ["Fair point."]
"So, speak in my gurglelese as thou would call it."
"And I shall only do so because thou be my friend, methinks it that way."
The trees rifle and Nature cries out to the air with the flapping squeals of birds and cries of mantises. Their vision peers into the direction of the noise, seeing an encampment of tall praying mantises and large birds being torn apart. Their masses scoot into the danger zone, seeing the corpses of praying mantises and birds strewn about but their vision knowing full well they hadn't the time to mourn each death.
Both staring into each other, they shook their heads and the air lifted them up high. Swirling around the encampment did their vision finally spot the sole committer of the deed.
The conjoined and oil-dripping fusion of both mantis and bird went around in neither destruction nor conquering, but a pure annihilation of all things in its path. A squeal emerging from the shu'ulathoi, the oil-dripping creature began to eat up the earth - the whites in its eyes only glowed more. The doradca plunged spirally to the earth while covered in a haze of black; the Earth yelping upon impact, the doradca bulleted towards the now force-dragged creature.
Phantom-limbs once again sprouted out, but bulking up where these muscles and the area more drenched in the colours of the night sky during the high noon of the Sun above. The multiple limbs acquainted with the annihilatory creature, the last screams of it only echoed the pains felt as each limb was ripped and then inflamed by the doradca's darkness. The shu'ulathoi floating down, the doradca regrouped and they stuck closely while investigating about the area for any living embers of life.
Their disciplined adherence to leaving no stone unturned payed up as the remaining gens of mantises and birds surrounded the duo. But their eyes not seeing the beast skittering around but a black-burning ember had popped their tense shoulders at ease. Flying down from above, the bird and mantis matriarchs hovered on their level; the doradca and shu'ulathoi lowering their heads - pure customs. Chirps left her beak and the Shu'ulathoi made passing gurgles which allowed both of the matriarchs to utter back simple mumbles - the gens lowered their defenses and began rebuilding.
[1.]Returning back their looks, the doradca and shu'ulathoi waved as they floated away unto the path of consumed bark and greenery. The doradca's eyepiece now began emitting dark sparks, zaps sounding off in the air before touching any darkened spot. The Shu'ulathoi's mono-eyepiece circled around but not a sight that can suggest anything meaningful but a pure consummation of all things in its dead trail. The doradca zapping all it cared to zap for began to zap unto the collar of the shu'ulathoi.
"What an interesting sight, a rare case of an annihilatory beast emerging in this part of the grand universe. Of all galaxies, this be nowhere near the grasp of the Void but it just so happens that we find one. Want to humour a hypothesis or do we have to find an agent mucking about the planet now before more incidents like these emerge?"
"No signs of an infecting agent around these parts ole doradca, but the form of such a thing is most interesting. Especially that it consume as it did, it probably had a chance to just destroy this planet given the time. Remember those other times when there were outlier cases like these, think there's a connection?"
"Heh, more than just a connection probably a new stratagem to limit our potential recruits if we so need to scrape the barrel now. I dare say this, I think this lil' war of ours against a consuming emptiness has finally shoved it into a corner and we began to finally chip away at it - now it's afraid."
"Afraid? Why would the Void of all things be afraid. Are we suggesting it can profanely imagine an order and chaos for itself?"
"Even as it stands against those two great things, I fear it worse than that of which even my tongue is limited by. Moving past that, it is pure desperation to carry out all it can and to give one last middle finger before it dies."
"Strange, just strange. Then again, we are talking of the Void here; what does it care for a semblance of sense?"
"Mayhaps a whole lot, mayhaps not. Mishaps are mishaps, but there's a reason we say that very word to describe these profane things - they are not mere throwaway words."
"Hey, I think I can see the start of this concerting campaign. Do you see it's tail start?"
"Hue, I can see it all right; I guess the dialectic of this whole unbecoming and the material World still kicking was its mediation."
"And the obscenity kicked off by seeing one of their own not like it, whatever that black-goop mess was."
[2.]Floating down towards the small crater stricken by grey drab of concrete, their hearing had gotten more disturbed by the silence that grew louder than even their casual actions. Seeing the area about, their vision couldn't fathom a stupid primer but they sensed it in the dead center of the crater.
Limbs prying away the concrete chunks, their vision only saw their area darkened and darkened as the dark pulses grew stronger and stronger with each freeing up of the concrete. The doradca eyepiece charging up, a rainbow of light stabbed at the pulsating spider veins that lie underneath the concrete. The area began to brew back to the beating colours radiating off from the Sun above them as the darkness seeped back into the veins. Metal-limbs of the shu'ulathoi began sparking electricity at the spider veins, and the empty air began to filled with the whistling winds.
As the spider veins shriveled up, the darkness casted away and the whistling winds growing stronger, critters of the wood began singing their harmony and they both sang along with it. Yet their hearts knew they couldn't bear longer this galaxy in light of the oddities present, so the doradca head piece sprang a darkly orb to life and shot it in front of them. The air wailed as a galaxy hopper opened, the edges so fine and stable that they coursed through it like it wasn't there. Going through the tunnel, courses of light from another edge of the universe began pulsating in light spires and spirals - striking their eyepieces funny. Loftily emerging to the other side, the galaxy hopper self-collapsed and condensed to a darkly orb that then got absorbed by the head piece.
"I say, the Void is getting trickier to truly know. Thoughts on such?"
"Just as it is hard for us to know what stares in front of us, we shall come to know as time passes on. The Void truly is beautiful in its image of no chaos and no order, yet at the cost with its current form consuming all and churning out nothing... It sits not well with me, wish we could purify this annihilatory beast."
"Telling me what I already thought about, you mind reader~"
"Oh hush, I may not blush like those species but it doesn't mean you can emotionally torment me like-"
"Who said I was?~"
"Are we even going to at least report this first?!?!"
"Ha ha ha ha~ Fine, but I want to continue where we left off before that distraction occurred - though it be a serious one."
"Sheesh, and I choose a part that has no remorse for things~"
"Just as you can't blush, I still know you're practically sticking your tongue out. Tuck that in please~"
"As those bipedal featherless chickens would say: already putting on those adult pants on?"
"Unfortunately I haven't legs."
"And I wear what they call a skirt, you floating noodle. At least this skirt can stab to the ground and pierce people, so it doubles as a weapon."
"Say, we should pay attention to our environment. We near information HQ."
"Almost forgot we did practically end up in the old Capital; still lively with all these critter choirs, flying colours, bustling folks like us and one that fervently wishes to progress the entire Universe - within material conditions established, never idealistically. So, what should we report on?"
"I favor a Dialectic of sorts, let's discuss what happened between us in the medium of our tongues. Maybe we'll formulate a great response that way!"
"Well, that at least will get to our goal of answering my question. Do you humour we will be sent to another mission or get some time to relax and know what humour belies our skins?"
"Well, you say that, but I want to know more than mere humour. Another time as you said it, but now I am merely some floating slug and you a floating stick of dark electricity. Say what we will, the report is merely another procedure whereof we've already faced and may continue face. So: what turns of a healthy being to a fusion that acts as a pawn for the Void despite galaxy-wide distance?"
"And may our Dialectic begin, so may we ascertain a higher truth upon what we have seen. A better begriff, or notion, of sorts."
Two things: Yay, independent stories again and a story for, as I shall call it now, the Void and New Angel Saga. I am thinking of redoing entire posts, but maybe upon a later date when I have every core story laid out and then I can start unpecking the entire Saga in chronological order of when it actually happens.
Anwho, tomorrow's post shall be an entry to the @calluna Tell A Story to Me Contest now hosted by the @bananafish!~ It will have some times to this saga, but to the others one I made; yet I rather let that not be an issue there as it wasn't an issue here that you needed no prior knowledge of the saga to get a great grasp of the story here. Still, I shall make keen eyes feel rewarded but feeling it original and semi-connected.
The Void and New Angel Saga:
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