《Of Deities and Dimensions》41. The Psionic Recovery Unit
Advertisement
Zack slowly opened his eyes to see a violet room but for some reason his vision was wavy and rippling. He couldn't move an inch. His body from the neck down seemed to be encased in something to keep him completely immobile.
A high pitched almost musical voice said "Hold still please."
The rippling ceased and he blinked to look around him.
A gray thin alien female humanoid with an elongated head walked in front of him "I need to seperate you all from each other. Can you tell me your name?"
He said "Hrskriskack" that didn't sound right.
"Your gibberish seems to be a mix between several different languages. I'm told the Okwargs don't have a spoken language and the Poirauds are just animals, although Hroyd does."
"Ibrshkalk"
"Don't worry I should be up to the task of unmerging the minds of...let's see here" She made a tapping motion in front of her "...the minds of twenty Okwarg, three poirauds, one Kulabv warrior and a human. I've fixed worse, but you should probably see what you've done to yourself."
A mirror rose out of the ground and first he saw that his eyes were glowing green, then as the view panned upwards he became more horrified. The spiritual ether heads of his eidolans seemed to be attached to his own by short pale green strings. He stared at his own appearance while the alien woman continued talking.
"Until you figure out how to unmerge consciousnesses on your own, use this Unity skill sparingly. Unless you wish to become a higher being. It should be mentioned that merging consciousnesses was the very same path that Akmadouric himself took for his path of ascension. Although that decision should not be made lightly."
The psionic medic worked for three days straight to get Zack's head back in order. She didn't stop even as he slept. When it was done, she told him that there were a few foreign thoughts still in his mind but attempting to get everything back exactly the way it had been would likely just cause irreparable damage. Needless to say, Zack decided not to take the chance.
Advertisement
Thus far the only change he had noticed was a slight craving for seaweed, so he decided to get some sushi when he got back to Earth.
Immediately he checked his favor finances "Two million favor. I suppose that means in terms of favor currency, I'm the richest man on Earth." he stated it matter of factly, without any joy or elation that any other person would have. Same old, same old. In the past he had received some rather large checks from getting a placement in E-sport tournaments in the past and had the same reaction, just an 'Okay, whatever' kind of response to earning a 150,000 dollar paycheck.
He walked down the halls of the hospital for those with consciousness related injuries. Occasionally he peered inside the windows to see the other patients. Usually there was a patient in heavy restaints and a psionic medic standing over them, waving their hands in the air while a rippling violet light surrounded the patient's head. But another time he saw moving images floating the air, then the psionic medic poked the patient's head with a finger and one of the images was snuffed out.
Zack turned away and followed the waypoint path towards the exit at a brisker pace "What a strange place." then just as he was about to leave he walked past a girl who seemed a little familiar.
Then he stopped as he read the name 'Kerink' on the name plate of the door she was standing in front of.
"You must be her sister. I had heard she spent a bit of favor to have you revived."
The green eyed little alien girl looked up to him, the name above her head reading 'Kernellial', she said "You knew big sis back before they started cutting away at her?"
Advertisement
He looked inside "I can't believe she's still here. It's been almost two months."
Kernellial said "When I was revived, big sis explained to me that she had lived for a very long time already. Those four psionics have a lot of consciousness to go through, and they don't take chances when it comes to corruption."
Just as she was finished speaking something black floated out of Kerink's head but was then crushed under the violet rippling energy.
Zack said "Ya, I know her, Kerink is a bit of an asskicker. When I was on a mission with her,I felt it to be quite reassuring having a veteran leading it."
"She's not going to be the same person when she gets out of there. Big sis may not even remember me...and it's all because some idiot decided to go off mission."
Zack bit his tongue for a moment before speaking again "I read the report. There was no way he could've predicted the chain of events that lead to that mission's outcome."
Kernellial slumped and leaned heavily against the door "Ya, I know. And since he didn't directly harm Kerink, my people are not seeking vengeance. But if he ever finds himself on another mission with any of my people then he'll find himself stuck with the worst job."
"Thanks for the warning. I'll have to keep that in mind in the future."
Kernellial looked up sharply but Zack was already out the exit door.
Advertisement
- In Serial17 Chapters
Dragonfall
This fiction is based on a short story I wrote inspired by a prompt on r/WritingPrompts. Contrary to my plans, I haven't sketched out the story in detail or written anything ahead of time. I've discovered I don't do well at that. I'm just writing this thing and we'll see where it takes us, OK? Nothing every came easy to Ryan Shakespeare, but as an elite British Army sniper he had found a niche that suited him, right up to the point at which he found himself summoned to a world far from his own to fulfil the job of a champion. Luckily, Ryan arrived with his experimental sniper rifle, so surely killing the dragon and getting his chance to go home would be a simple job, right? But Ryan should have known better, because nothing ever comes easy. Caught up in the politics of the Draconic League, Ryan will need to keep all his wits about him and use every resource at his disposal if he's going to persuade these people to let him do his job and go home.
8 109 - In Serial6 Chapters
The Designated: Out of Control
It happened quicker than anyone would have imagined. Multiple hurricanes were one thing. People had dealt with that in the past. But, like kids playing dominoes, one thing crashed into another. Areas affected by hurricanes needed resources all along the Gulf and East Coasts drew rescuers and resources away from other parts of the country. When wildfires lit up the Pacific coast and mid-west, those areas were already understaffed. Driven by hurricanes in the Pacific basin, uncontrolled wildfires burned through towns, destroying everything in their paths. Across the Pacific, Asia didn't escape. From the Philippines, across China, into Indochina, and Bangladesh and India. Typhoons and cyclones pounded the coasts and far inland. Widespread flooding forced millions from their homes and across international borders. Mexico was hit hard and thousands died in mudslides as Katia slammed into their East Coast. The refugees fled north and west. Rumours started that hundreds of thousands were headed for the US border. Instead of running out of steam in the southern US, several hurricanes tore up the eastern seaboard, devastating cities and renewing their strength before veering east across the Atlantic. Maria and Ophelia veered east and slammed into Europe, reaching as far as the Netherlands and Russia before finally dissipating. After that, too many weather stations were offline to provide any form of co-ordinated information or warnings. Wildfires in Portugal burned ahead of the storms, fanned by hurricane winds. They sparked wildfires leapfrogging across Europe, beyond any one country's ability to cope. Already uneasy from multiple terrorist attacks over the summer, anti-refugee groups seized the opportunity to stage protests across Europe. Some turned violent as they clashed with police forces. Several governments declared martial law to quell the rioting and enforce evacuations along the path of the storms. Rumour and speculation overwhelmed facts. Unrest spilled over into widespread violence. Then sickness broke out in the displaced populations. Within a matter of a dozen weeks, tens of millions died. In the coming winter months hundreds more would follow. The Designated Project was activated.
8 58 - In Serial16 Chapters
Reminiscence
My website: https://putiancom.wordpress.com This is a short story about revenge or something along the lines. (This is my first story ever written so please go ham at criticising my work.) Death. It is a form of punishment or torture. And can be also be a form of salvation. Ultimately, it forms different perspectives depending on the beholder itself and on how the beholder take it as. Life. A point in time where finding your purpose. Purpose, of life itself and experience its flow, either epiphany or hell. Death. It is an end. A point of no return. It also makes the beholder feel free, breaking away from the chain of life. It makes the beholder recollect and reflect when crossing the boundary between life and death. Boundaries. A place where a path will ultimately, be chosen with or without consideration in the decision, free. . . . A place where recounting life, take it as a feeling. The joys and sorrow accumulated, playing back, making the beholder reexperience life. "Reminiscing."
8 150 - In Serial29 Chapters
I'm not evil, trust
Lonnie Winters was one of the lucky ones to become evolvers. Becoming a type of warrior that has a spirit beast, he lives his life on the edge of a scale. Trying to balance between living a normal life and making a statement that puts him as the face of evolvers. (This is an apocalypse story and those used to reading my unfinished stories. Then this is similarly a slow roasted story. This is also just second draft. Sorry for the mistakes, I started this when I was in the hospital for my knee and hip surgery.)
8 191 - In Serial7 Chapters
Perceptive Ambience
After the boom of the industrial revolution, something happened. The discovery of what that was, and why things turned out the way they did... But let's focus on today. Greenery has overgrown a building now-forgotten, and the memories of what was permeate the crumbling walls. Something nearby wakes up those fragmented memories, and something new is born.
8 104 - In Serial19 Chapters
There Is No Mana In Space
The origin of mana has always been a mystery. It only deepened when magic and technology combined. When the first spaceship broke orbit, people were ecstatic only to fall silent when the spaceship simply stopped working and crashed back down. Luckily, one of the crew members survived and revealed something no one had thought possible. There was no mana in space. All of the ship's systems had failed because it relied on ambient mana to work. Now, thousands of years later, the solar system is littered with space stations, the planet Dust has been colonized and the races of the Oldworld thrive again, having recovered from the destruction of the Oldworld. They live, they level, and they learn. But still, the origin of mana is unknown, and puzzles the scientists of the world even more. Some planets have it, like Dust, while some have none. Why this is, no one knows… — Chapter schedule is MON / WED / SAT Happy reading and enjoy!
8 129

