Ameidjin still thought.
Wished for a reset function that didn’t exist.
She believed she was beginning to lose her sight. She thought she’d just watched her surroundings fade to white. There had been a burst of color at first… Black, blue and red… But that had been followed by nothing but static. More black… More white… Grey…
Continuously rolling, neverending… Static.
Ameidjin kept shaking her head… Tried closing her eyes and opening them again… Nothing helped at all.
It couldn’t be over already.
This wasn’t meant to be the end.
Except standing in what had now become the worlds’ largest tomb, she had a round view of the entire genocide in all of its twisted, rotting beauty. An ironic display of morbid grotesqueries rendered live and in high definition under the cruel glare of their planets’ sun.
The little which remained.
“It was a massacre” didn’t even begin to describe the true horror that had happened here. It was “Utter Annihilation”… “Complete and Total Domination.”
Ameidjin was losing her sight.
She could see there had been too many deaths in a ridiculously short time frame; blood still pooled from the piles and piles of putrefied, mummifying carcasses littering the ground.
So many corpses… All of them butchered, mangled, mutilated… Shot, skewered, crucified to stone… Stuffed into every crack, crag and crevice with every manner of weapon jutting out of ripped skin and broken bones… all of them… the warmth of their bodies slowly rising into the atmosphere and dissipating into nothingness.
And the smell…
The fetid scent of death and decay was threatening to engulf her whole. It had begun its assault on her senses long before she had made landfall. As she had moved up the shore, avoiding the rivers of coagulated blood before her bare feet had landed ankle deep in guts and gore, it had become all the more intolerable.
Now… Now it was overwhelming… making her eyes well up with tears, her nose and head burn and her skin itch until her entire body felt wrapped up in a dull, throbbing sensation. It was a stark contrast to the growing fire searing a hole in her chest.
And she’d barely just arrived.
Still… she thought.
She was taking it all in… Allowing herself to feel what her brothers and sisters must have felt… The fear, the pain, the sadness… she allowed all of it in, let it crawl under her skin, let it climb its way through her entire system until all she felt anymore was unbearable, insurmountable anger. At “Them”.
It was all ‘Their’ fault she knew. Those bloodsucking leeches… insufferable, unkillable insects. No one had foretold of their arrival. There had been warning… No indication of what was to come.
“Here”… On Cirxci… The small blue and yellow marble with one sun and no moons Ameidjin and her people called home. Left to its own devices, alone in a distant corner of the universe, it had developed, matured and flourished. Cirxci was separated into three major continents surrounded by countless islands and cradled by clear, emerald green waters. It had been primordial, exotic and teeming with life; a gentle nature befitting an equally gentle balance.
Then… That ‘Thing’ had arrived.
Even living on a not-so-distant island they had all heard the whispers floating back from the mainland. ‘Its’ arrival had coincided with one of their festivals and been received as a kind of blessing from their Greater Gods. A passive people, unaccustomed to confrontation and war, they had let their guard down. They had let their friendly curiosity get the best of them and welcomed ‘It’ with open arms.
Ameidjin sneered in disgust.
They had so easily accepted that this newly found ‘Deity’ floating by some kind of unexplainable, supernatural force needed sustenance and that required sacrifice… even when their family members, neighbors and friends had begun to disappear.
They had simply shrugged it off.
Then it had gotten so much worse.
No one knew exactly what had happened that morning. They had woken up to their sky ablaze with flames; their floating ‘God’ had been badly damaged and nearly knocked to the ground. By some other kind of miracle, ‘It’ had survived… jolted, tilted precariously to its side and barely functional… but ‘It’ had somehow lived. They had all rejoiced.
They hadn’t known their ‘God’ was angry.
Not until it was far too late.
Ameidjin balled her hands into fists so tight her claws drew blood from her palms. The stories they had told… The rumors that had spread… The tales of the floating mountain-sized craft they had unwittingly allowed to roam over their lands… How ‘It’ had suddenly opened ‘Its’ hatches and unleashed Holy Hell on Cirxci and her people.
The insects… All those insects… Had come swarming down by the millions it seemed… spreading out like a plague, destroying everything in their path. With the help of their ‘God’ and ‘Its’ hidden artillery, they had razed entire villages, captured who they could, killed who they couldn’t and taken everything they could get their hands on until there was nothing left to take.
It had been carnage. Everything and everyone had either been decimated or simply vanished into thin air. Their waters had been contaminated; their ports reduced to ashes, their once great cities left smoldering shells of their former selves, she recalled. They’d spewed out smoke so thick it had blotted out almost all the light in the sky. Even their islands hadn’t been spared. Of course, there had been survivors… But where some had died over the seas, most had been extinguished by heat, starvation and disease. The older generations had suffered shock and trauma at the terrifying sight of the newly warped landscape; their thick jungles had been decimated, their forests reduced to dry, barren deserts and their wildlife had been completely eradicated. There hadn’t bee a single bird in the sky, not a single movement on the ground or even a quiet breeze to keep her company… nothing at all but deafening silence on her increasingly lonely journey.
Ameidjin sucked in a breath. Her time was growing short. Every moment gone was a moment closer to her inescapable demise. They were done. Her species had been rendered extinct and already she could sense ‘It’ coming back… hovering overhead… looming in the background behind their sacred mountains. She could practically here ‘Its’ engines; the menacing, mechanical sounds of technological torture.
‘It’ was a “Floating Monstrosity”.
“The Machine of Death.”
God could she ever feel it… all the pain… the suffering… all that misery and anguish.
It was absolutely excruciating.
It felt like Hell.
And ‘It’ was coming closer.
Sucking them all into the Void.
Ameidjin closed her eyes. There really was nothing left but the same, grey, never ending static; the dry, death-filled landscape left frozen in space and time. \It couldn’t be over… This couldn’t be the…
She closed her eyes even tighter.
Flash. White. Blank.
Still, she thought.