Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:I see a bed. I want to sleep, but the time has not yet come.
The bed is unmade. I pull aside the sheets to reveal a family of tortoises armed with shotguns. They are disguised as apples.
A printer prints off these words, then bursts into flames. In its ashes sits an apple.
The apple is Mimsy and Mimsy is me. I am still underground.
The ground moves upwards. Upwards moves sideways. The understanding of space shifts as time passes.
One second takes millenia. One millenia takes a minute. A minute takes a week. A week takes the Apple from Qara.
Qara is taken by one week. Mimsy is taken by one week. One week takes one second to pick up the Apple.
After one minute, he carries Mimsy. After one millenia he manages to carry Qara, because she is heavy.
She is heavy because they are in Jupiter. Jupiter is heavy because he is on the Sun. As the Sun does not burn nor melt anything, it is noted that the Sun can't affect anything. Jupiter freezes, and so do Qara, Mimsy, the Apple and one week.
Since the Sun can't affect anything, it's like he isn't there. Since the Sun isn't there, it musn't exist. If the Sun doesn't exist it can't think. The Sun is not. There never is a Sun. There never was in the future nor there will be in the past.
There is no time. There is only space. There is no week, because week is time. The Apple, Mimsy and Qara aren't anywhere.
The underground moved, and so did the upwards. Space moved itself away. Space moved itself away from existence.
A voice echoes. But the echoes do not sound. There is nothing. There is not even nothing. There is only Qara, Mimsy and the Apple. There is only emptyness. The Apple, Mimsy and Qara feels heavy. They feel as heavy as everything.
They are everything. They are the heaviest. They start to fall. They are Qara, Mimsy and the Apple. The fall. The fall wakes them up in autumn. They are in a king-size bed in an hotel in the Caribbean. The one window in their room shows them the beach. A light breeze flows from it. A noise echoes from the depts. They look at it, and notice it is simply the telephone. It's the room service. They warn them the breakfast is served. Standing in the telephone's side, there is the Apple. As
red as the bedsheet there is in their bed, as
red as the carpet in the floor and as
red as the curtains of the window. There is blood everywhere. A man lies on the floor. His soul rests in the Afterlife. He was a mad man. He was a mad scientist. His credentials in his labcoat are destroyed, one can't tell whom he once was. His face was destroyed. But he had his vengeance. He fused Qara and Mimsy together, as the old humans from Greek Mythology. He wanted to overthrow the Gods. Step one was taken.
The war is on.Dolphins are some of the smartest animals, yes, but by human standards… Let's say you should praise the god that forces them to stay handless and underwater.
I have the apple now so go ahead take it.
The apple is in my impenetrable vault!
