Post by Los Pollos™ on May 10, 2016 15:04:41 GMT
As I walk through what I’ve been told is named Millennium Park, in a small region of space named Chicago, on a planet named Earth, in a dimension named C-137, I stare at the construct above me. Slightly bent tubular lines of steel, shooting out in various directions, crossing into each other, meeting each other and melting together to form a large yet intricate web-like structure.
I sigh.
I continue my stroll through Millennium Park, until I come across a bean-shaped monument made out of a blank material, which allows the light to be perfectly reflected off of it. I stare past the landscape, the buildings and the humans reflected on the surface. I stare past the image of my own eye, staring back at me.
I stare into the molecular structure of the reflective surface. The constant flow of light entering the surface, and then bouncing back warped, twisted and inverse. I sigh as I think about my own journey.
A journey from my home into a lower, physical plane of existence. A plane of existence comprised of dimensions, shooting out in various directions, crossing into each other, meeting each other and melting together to form a large yet intricate web-like structure. A fragile structure. If one small thing is disrupted, the whole structure is compromised. And so is the world in which it exists. My world. Immeasurable amounts of lives are in danger, should the structure not be repaired.
My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar digital voice.
“Day-dreaming, huh? That’s all well and good, Algie, but you have to remember to focus on what’s important.”
I was. Maybe too much. A part of me wanted to say that, but instead I opted to reply with one of my usual off-standish remarks.
“[%#√ƒ/∂‹›¸®‘µÜ’€]”
“You have title defense coming up, and you can’t afford to lose those championships. The Zargnax in this dimension seems just as fickle as the Zargnax of C-120, if not more so. We have to stay close to him as long as possible, in order to gather the information we need to restore the fabric of the universe. And if you lose the titles, you might lose his alliance as well. So don’t do anything stupid, like when you ignored Zargnax’s orders and continued attacking Keith Skyfire.”
I knew he would bring that up again. I admit that I let my emotions get the best of me, but they’re not always so easy to control. And honestly, with all of this responsibility hanging over me, it might be a good thing to let loose and forget about it all for a moment. I know I probably shouldn’t do it, but truth to be told… it felt really good.
“[∫◊∑»‡%˝√«∆†]”
After another off-standish remark, I adjust the title belt around my waist, ignore whatever Computer is saying and begin my trek back to the hotel room. I begin to think about the upcoming match. The arena. The audience. The atmosphere. The feeling of not worrying.
I sigh.
I continue my stroll through Millennium Park, until I come across a bean-shaped monument made out of a blank material, which allows the light to be perfectly reflected off of it. I stare past the landscape, the buildings and the humans reflected on the surface. I stare past the image of my own eye, staring back at me.
I stare into the molecular structure of the reflective surface. The constant flow of light entering the surface, and then bouncing back warped, twisted and inverse. I sigh as I think about my own journey.
A journey from my home into a lower, physical plane of existence. A plane of existence comprised of dimensions, shooting out in various directions, crossing into each other, meeting each other and melting together to form a large yet intricate web-like structure. A fragile structure. If one small thing is disrupted, the whole structure is compromised. And so is the world in which it exists. My world. Immeasurable amounts of lives are in danger, should the structure not be repaired.
My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar digital voice.
“Day-dreaming, huh? That’s all well and good, Algie, but you have to remember to focus on what’s important.”
I was. Maybe too much. A part of me wanted to say that, but instead I opted to reply with one of my usual off-standish remarks.
“[%#√ƒ/∂‹›¸®‘µÜ’€]”
“You have title defense coming up, and you can’t afford to lose those championships. The Zargnax in this dimension seems just as fickle as the Zargnax of C-120, if not more so. We have to stay close to him as long as possible, in order to gather the information we need to restore the fabric of the universe. And if you lose the titles, you might lose his alliance as well. So don’t do anything stupid, like when you ignored Zargnax’s orders and continued attacking Keith Skyfire.”
I knew he would bring that up again. I admit that I let my emotions get the best of me, but they’re not always so easy to control. And honestly, with all of this responsibility hanging over me, it might be a good thing to let loose and forget about it all for a moment. I know I probably shouldn’t do it, but truth to be told… it felt really good.
“[∫◊∑»‡%˝√«∆†]”
After another off-standish remark, I adjust the title belt around my waist, ignore whatever Computer is saying and begin my trek back to the hotel room. I begin to think about the upcoming match. The arena. The audience. The atmosphere. The feeling of not worrying.