Floating . I was floating in front of myself. Preceded by a sensation of pressure . Pressure is not the right word.. I was pressed out of myself. A feeling welled up in me if there was still an "in" inside of a "me" . This sensory change was to that of a magnetic pull towards the glass pane suspended no more than a foot in front of me. The suit sat at the ready to be my new Chalice. How I desired the body the suit offered dearly in this moment of perceived vulnerability. I was scared for the first time since youth training. Despite being not entirely made up of material fiber, I trusted the nano-holographic anti-gravity particle cells that encompassed the other fifty percent of the exo-flesh. Until the merger, there was nothing to shield me from the terrible gaze of all unknown reality. What unimaginable terrors just noticed me for the very first time ? The personification of Boiling An Entire Planet Alive, just shifted in his easy chair as I floated by.
Suddenly I was ripping through the sky . Or at least accelerating upwards like a high capacity round. The atmospheres , stars and finally dark matter of the outer pleroma , all became an abstract still-life as stars became single lines of white. As if to have seemingly glitched out of three-dimensional existence, velocity indistinguishable from complete suspended animation. The scene around me a flat slate of black and white bars , presumably perception of stars and outer darkness albeit at a speed only accessible by the soul. How the non-scape was not as total white out as all celestial bodies at all distances should of melded together into one solitary brightness was a mystery .
With no observable transition of time or distance traversed. Suddenly I was floating in what I guessed to be outer space . The twinkle of starlight canopied brightly illuminated formations of gaseous nebula foreboding in their attraction of a spectra of violets , blues and emeralds.
This awe inspiring scene was muted in my consciousness by the two dozen or so exo-suits that lay floating haphazardly all around me . What hallucination was this? Was I led astray mentally ? Lacking material form, still harboring an inner dialog did the ascending voyage alter my senses to lead me to this nightmare?In slow motion terror I gazes into the face shield.. The Exo-suit nearest me stared back ... was there...
The conosc-scope was stationed to the right of me, centering the bodies.
The burst of light , a searing hot pain . My whole sense of being was now a blast furnace.
I was sizzling , every molecule dancing a frenetic gesticuli possessed to slam dance against the next at a speed that would set the empty space itself on fire . A mist of stabbing knives and I existed as every drop of steel simultaneously. The black sphere at the Conosc-scope's center floated detached from the honeycombed cluster of glass panels , held together by the 4 green layers all aimed at the sphere or perhaps emitting from it. It was these green rays that I traveled within out and away in a million microscopic representations of myself. To travel up or down , left nor right but rather back and away . To travel away from this moment in a direction that was not a degeneration towards tomorrow, rather to be propelled into yesterday and then a hundred thousand yesterdays. This is by far I promise you, the most foreign sensation a human being will ever experience.
