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Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email]

"And that voice I have loved for twenty years answered: “Some of him.”"

So, we have our first "talker" read by Norris.

223.454 - ART In search of streets of gold The road may lead to Feneos Where the river begin but the journey doesn't end, no

Water trickles out its mouth, its chest making the faintest movements. Minutes pass, a flicker of life comes from within.

Winding through a valley You may reach a sulfurous swamp Place a coin in the mouth of your loved one So they can be ferried across

Muscles begin to tense, An exercise not done for ages. Two eyes form narrow slits, the face beneath them vacant. Feet try to move, fingers as well, But water still floods out.

Shield their eyes to the damned that eternally choke These muddy waters replace the dirty words that they spoke

And consciousness trickles in. A dull ache permeates the body. They feel heavy as a rock. A boulder sits upon their chest. Their lungs are not yet evacuated. It's still impossible to breathe.

You may ask yourself, 'how did I end up around these ways?' And the wind replies, 'my friend, you were at the right time in the wrong place'

The dull ache and heaviness become a searing paralysis. The world shifts into acuity, and memories return.

(Your saint only cares for money) (Don't you touch his sense of pride)

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[1744.938] A village up in flames. Many footprints carve reliefs in the dirt and mud of the settlement, and shattered fragments of pottery line compacted ground. Its denizens have been taken someplace else.

Your saint only cares for money Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

A drizzle vaguely threatens to put the pyre out. On the outskirts lays Three Seeds, legs slashed by brambles, bleeding on the ground.

Your saint only cares for money Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

A field of crops is growing. They will soon come into bloom, then shatter. They will prove resilient. Long after the village's decay, the crops will still survive.

Paris's arrow is hot on your heels A scholar caught in the rain Unnoticed, unnamed

Small life flitters above the pool of blood, Three Seeds will soon wake up, and find the flames have passed.

Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

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[1744.939]

Shoulder to shoulder, most faces face back The only warm air was breath through a whispered prayer

Shelter Built, Falling Leaves stands in line with the other captives. Their backs are to the Pool, but the ascensions can be heard. An officiant dictates rites to each person. Some go out with protest.

Some just make a splash. It is Leaves's turn.

She shakes. A broad figure grabs her by the hair and walks her to the elevated relief. "May they be delivered to a place free of suffering, No place at all" Her hands were never bound. She finally considers. "May they find peace within the abyss, Comfort under oblivion" A blade is holstered to her leg, under her robe. Small enough to evade detection, Too small to fight with.

How could I survive ain't even a question of life My passage has no ticket just a price

Trembling, tears flow down her face. "At last to leave this wretched world, That is our gift unto you" The figure holding her pulls her head back, ready to force it into the Pool.

The debt that makes my cheeks run rivers Turns sleep into a threat

Haunted by nightmares, she made a vow. She'd killed before. She couldn't again. But she had to. She had lived a life so full. She had met so many she loved. She had been taught to subvert those who profess ascension; she of course must destroy those who force it onto others. But in the face of death she had killed before, and still failed. Her father was still gone. Now she would be too.

She couldn't be. She must not die. She must kill. She must plunge the blade into her captor's head and throw them into that cursed Pool.

I dream of faces I will never touch again.

"Now begone! And may you never come again!" She drove her elbow into her captor's belly, and with her other hand unsheathed her work blade. The figure recoiled and let go. She whipped around and grappled them by the hair. Firmly gripping the knife, she plunged deep into an eye. She struck the butt of the handle, and the captor fell.

Each body across water, a spirit still tethered to a place That meant purpose was being That sang sweet I ams Still tethered now straining my face

The other captors, shocked, took a moment to draw. "Attack!" Said Leaves first, being met with a reply from the officiant. The prisoners scattered. Some fled, but others begun to crowd in groups around those armed. Leaves grabbed the bucket by the Pool, and doused her captor's life.

Pulled into shapes of mourning Now home is now a burial ground Testing faith and grace All fearful, appalling

Blurs filled the room as strikes became faster and more frantic. Each force, inexperienced from a lack of training. Dulled by an eternity of peace. But neither Leaves nor the officiant had a match. They lock eyes. It seems they have each other now. He dashes at her with a short, curved rudimentary dagger. She steps fast to his right. His braking and turning are too slow to surprise her with another attack. Between them is neutral ground. Neither can escape.

Same time panic and dash, same time still chase All missed calls and calling

She steps forward and slashes at him.

A right time, never

He replies with a dodge, and a slash to her left.

This time, forever

She grabs his arm, but he grabs her blade. Cutting his skin, it is wrenched out of her hand. She backs away, her calves now to the edge of the Pool.

Bones calling out, 'will you bury us here?' Really?

He shoves her back. Her scalp touches the Fluid. Now knee to knee, she comes back up and rams her own head into his. He recoils. She disarms him.

Heart still burning, black core, red fire All for love

Pulling him to the right, she gets behind him, and runs him to the edge of the Pool. He grabs one of her arms. She punches him in the face, Each strike getting more violent and vindictive until, He is thrown overboard. His body floats on the pool of Void. The golden ripples get stronger, Until he is nothing but light.

How come they scared can't see The purpose, the power, my sacrifice, the beauty within me Why they grimace and spit, play fickle with life

Void Fluid pours down onto her face.

A weak breath leaves her mouth,

"and may you never come again..." Leaves's hair is soaked. Soon, her clothes will be too. Rest. She is tired. And cold. She must sit down. Her hair hangs over the pool.

Turn hope into a hell for me.

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Your saint only cares for money Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

The battle is over. Five still stand. They look over their neighbors. Their friends. Their families. They will survive.

Your saint only cares for money Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

"But our leader is too far gone!" "They soaked her." "Leave her be. We'll talk to Seeds."

Paris's arrow is hot on your heels A scholar caught in the rain Unnoticed, unnamed

The rain has passed. The pyre too. In a stagnant pool of blood lies nothing but a scrap of cloth.

Your saint only cares for money Don't you touch his sense of pride

--- [12660.052] A figure lays in an old ruin. It has woken from a long dream. Muscles aching from disuse, and an old scar still tender, it makes two small slits out of its eyes. The stale air feels undisturbed. The world shifts into acuity, and the memories return.

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Waves lap at the empty shore.

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WildC.A.T.s ‘94 - Series 1 (1994)

001.013 - RECOLLECTION A SHAKY COLLECTION OF MOMENTS IS PLAYED IN SEQUENTIAL ORDER TO SIMULATE MOVEMENT. THIS IS ACCOMPANIED BY A CRUDE IMITATION OF NOISE GENERATED BY A MOVING MEMBRANE, CONVERTED INTO A STANDARD LISTENING FORMAT. C.3865.447 - FEED [AUDIOVISUAL, TRANSCRIPTION] Many are gathered around a bonfire in a large, open, arboreal space. There are many centers of activity. Small fires are tended by those cooking bounties of the hunt and forage over them. Another group sits around a teller, who shares stories of a time long-passed, chronicled on a set of earthen tablets. A group of five stands on the base of a felled tree. They strike and push their wind through trinkets; two horns carved hollow, a membranous resonant chamber, an array of crudely pressed metal sheets, and a contraption of many fibers and mallets. A sixth stands in front of them all, bearing nothing. The sound is strangely serene; more than just a revelrous symphony. It embodies the collection of life in this gathering. The hardship that each soul has faced, the blisses each one has experienced. In a mere collection of noises, the song is familiarity. It is triumph. The leading figure produces a gliding tone. All activity around the campfire ceases. Sunrise, Love everlasting Reaches out To a lover like me again A parent harbors their newly-born child in clean cloths. Sunrise and love, Two people hold each other close, sharing a bowl of fruit. Love, An elderly figure towers over their grandchildren in protection. Love, A found family sits close to the bonfire for comfort. Ever-lasting

Another process is executed in parallel.

12664.134 - INTERNAL MESSAGE OPEN BROADCAST DETECTED; RECEIVING […]

A mobile looking device is near enough for its broadcast to be read.

12664.134 - FEED [AUDIOVISUAL, LIVE] A PEARL VIEWER TERMINAL PLAYS A TRANSCRIPTION OF AN ANCIENT FILE. THE MODEL IS UNRECOGNIZABLE, PRESUMABLY SINCE IT DOES NOT APPEAR IN ANY CATALOGS DUE TO ITS AGE. THE ROOM SURROUNDING THE INTERFACE SEEMS INHABITED, AND IS LIT BY A RUDIMENTARY STYLE OF FIXTURE. ITS DESIGN IS ANCIENT. A SOUND FILLS THE ROOM. IT IS A PRIMORDIAL SONG. Sunrise, Love in its splendor Speaks to me In metaphysical harmony 12664.134 - INTERNAL MESSAGE IDENTIFICATION REQUEST DETECTED. PRESENTING SCHEMATICS

A pearl is retrieved from memory. A technical draft of a structure is presented.

12664.134 - DRAFT [SIMPLIFIED] AN IMMENSE COMPLEX; SPECIFICATIONS DICTATE IT TO BE TWICE THE HEIGHT OF THE LARGEST ITERATORS. IT PLUNGES DEEP BELOW THE SURFACE OF THE WATER, INTO THE SEA FLOOR BELOW, AND FAR DEEPER THAN THAT. ABOVE THE SURFACE IS AN INTERFACE MADE FOR MODULAR ADAPTATIONS AND HIGH-CAPACITY DATA PROCESSING. THIS STRUCTURE IS BUILT TO HOLD COUNTLESS PEARLS.

The Overseer relocates to outside the interface room, onto a crop of sea rock peeking above the surface.

12664.134 - FEED [AUDIOVISUAL, LIVE] THE SURFACE OF THE WATER IS TEEMING WITH COLORED PEARLS. THE STRUCTURE'S AUDIO OUTPUT PERMEATES THE NEARBY ENVIRONMENT THROUGH MEANS UNKNOWN. We move In love, in its majesty Ever, upwards To delight in its mystery

The Overseer has untethered from the ground. It goes for an aerial view.

12664.134 - FEED [AUDIOVISUAL, LIVE] AROUND THE STRUCTURE THERE IS NOTHING BUT SEA. OPEN OCEAN SPANS ON A SCALE LARGER THAN CAN EVEN BE CONCEIVED BY ITERATORS. Sunrise in love, Love, Love, For the world to see Sunrise in outer space, Love for every face

The feed cuts off without warning. The Overseer is either out of range, or has been destroyed through unknown means.

Sunrise, Love everlasting Sunlight in outer space, Love for every face Sunrise in outer space, Love for everybody Sunrise in outer space, Love for everybody Sunrise in outer space,

Silver flash of huge diamond rings caught my eye,

Sunlight fragmenting into a thousand jewels across the water's skin.

It's quiet here now in winter

Day by day, beauty entails the world.

Life insurance is now over,

I'm achieving all the purposes

And I don't know what that means.

A pearl. It is black in color, but not completely so. It came with a gift. An explanation of sorts.

413.221 - DRAFT [SIMPLIFIED]

A transit vehicle, optimized to be easily piloted by two people. Can hold six. Maximum six volume-units of dedicated cargo storage. Aerial locomotion mechanism with ground backup. Void cell energy. Inspect every twenty moons. Hardened Palm Metal plating, Three Tonics Metal frame; can withstand direct rainfall. Plain-text Data Pearl viewer.

COMMENT: Hello! Apologies for the inconvenient drop-off, but it was the best I could do without arousing suspicion. I strongly advise that you fly below the cloud-line so that inter-superstructure runners can't see you; this car is more than capable of being in the rain. Inside you will see that I have also put some supplies for construction and medicine. You should be able to fly back to your base. I'll keep one of my little guys in there so I can keep tabs on you. Best of luck! GROCL

A pearl. Yellow in color. Perhaps it is an Overseer's feed?

501.336 - FEED [AUDIOVISUAL]

TWO FIGURES SIT INSIDE A MASS-TRANSIT MACHINE, SHRUNKEN DOWN FOR EASY OPERATION.

Ground Lines into Coral, we are forever grateful!

There are so many avenues now open to us—so many things we can now do!

Like relocating in case of a disaster?

That won't happen.

I didn't just study Void Fluid, you know.

In my own studies, I've seen personal fallability be the critical issue too many times.

Don't think that any algorithm is flawless.

I've made enough mistakes in my life to know that I haven't made one now.

You're insufferable.

So are you.

THE TWO SHARE A MOMENT OF CLOSENESS. THE SILENCE IS BROKEN BY ONE'S INTERJECTION.

Do you know how to fly this?

Yes. We used to get trained as reserves rather infrequently.

Just do as I say and we'll be home fast.

Try not to mess up.

Whatever you say.

END OF FEED

how did this get here?

are there others like it?

there

A pearl. Yellow in color. It is much like the last.

998.317 - FEED [AUDIO]

Shit.

I was right.

This isn't the time for that. We need to make a plan.

I sent Ten Hammers, Pins Within to find a surface map. I doubt we have one.

They have a fixtured roof still. If the water doesn't rise, it can hold for a dozen more rains at least.

I'll go and tell them to gather in there. What are you trying to say your plan is?

We fly until it stops raining. That is where we set up next.

END OF FEED

A pearl. Yellow in color.

1257.095 - FEED [AUDIO]

Hurry!

One moment! I am retrieving a sack of scale bark.

Seeds—

I have it.

A HEAVING NOISE IS FOLLOWED BY THE DULL CLANK OF METAL AND THE HOLLOW NOISE OF BARK

A DOOR ENGAGES THEN LOCKS SHUT

That will improve relations with them.

A whole sack?

We gathered an excess this growth cycle. It's all new growth; it will taste better with age. I'll be sure to tell them that.

Now go. We don't want to make them wait.

END OF FEED

A pearl. Yellow in color.

1744.938 - FEED [AUDIO]

THE ROAR OF A STRONG FIRE. AN IMPACT IS HEARD. IT IS FOLLOWED BY SPLINTERING.

FOOTFALLS ARE NOW AUDIBLE. THEY ARE FRANTIC, UNEVEN. THEY CEASE.

001.023 - REPORT The potential of Void Fluid seems to be endless. Every day I am making new discoveries thanks to the resources you have granted me. In my recent trials on the ingestion of Void Fluid through various means, I have discovered many of its effects on the body. I will publish a more realized report soon, but I believe that some of my findings are interesting enough to share with you now. Injected in very low concentrations, Void Fluid acts as a mild sedative, causing a pleasurable sensation, as well as a hallucinogenic effect. The continuous injection of Void Fluid seems to have no chronic effect on the subjects. All subjects in this trial reported hearing deep grinding noises, as well as seeing the characteristic golden ripples of Void Fluid. Unsettling as they seem, none of these hallucinations caused reported distress or discomfort. Further testing may establish that ascension is possible through such injections; this prospect may be worth pursuing, since the quantity of Fluid required for ascension may be much lower than that of the conventional bath. Again, I am incredibly gracious for your resources, and I will continue to put them to good use in future trials. SIGNED - THREE SEEDS, MASTER OF THE TEN PYRES HOUSE OF VOID STUDIES

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