Matrix Seven-Two
Capital Province Two

He sat in the bistro stiring his Espcaf with the small straw floating in his cup. He was tall, but not noticably, with average build for the stature he had chosen. For the matter, he was average in every concievable way for a humanoid of any relative species in the Tion sector. It was a carefully selected measure to avoid standing out in a crowded room, not that his outward appearance would be the thing to give his identity away.

A rather large formless blob floating near a back wall shifted its color spectrum, reverting from a shade of grey to a form of red words had no use in describing, and in his thoughts he could feel the inqury to his secret. He quickly voided the probe and created a false response before the inqury returned. The blob floated a small incriment lower in the air and returned to its former grey hue.

Blessing and Boon

Curiousity, a species great drive for knowledge and a person personal cuase for its own torment. People were smart, a person had the habit of being stupid.

He stired around his straw again, watching the sun set on the horizon of the city that sat on the edge of the sea. The hues, some failing into the ultra-violet spectrum, ranging across the sky created a canvas landscape as mixed with the strewn wisps of clouds and their own mixes of grey and white. As though he himself had pulled out a sheet of his finest and had begun to portray Eden's sky itself.

Bringing the cup to his lips he sipped lightly from the small brown cup, listening to the messages from his others...


Matrix Fifteen
Residential Province Twenty-One

...the taste of coffeine running over his tongue and down his throat felt rather uncomfortable in this form. Perhaps it was the end result of not being able to digest the ingredients in the form chosen, but that wouldn't matter when he disintigrated. The water around him cut into his flesh with its cold, like daggers of jello. The feeling was abaited however by the extra layers of fat tissuie created between his muscle.

Spining about he splayed his fins, breathing in a satisfying oxygen-helium mix of liquid. Diving deep under the waves he watched the surrounding seascape dim as the water became more and more blackish with the lights dying fade. Before reaching utter blackness he kicked his tailfin and began the staggering climb upwards towards the sky. As his bottled nose broke the surface he made a flick of his flipper to make a single final spin as his body climbed into the air.

The world became a slow motion merry-go-round soon after, the shore before him rolled with the constant natural effect of the waves erosion. The small down to earth homes located on the shore mystified the planets newcomers who became used to natural citylife on the planet of Dameo. The sand always being taken back out to sea only to be replaced slowly in its inward tide, as old a cycle as the stars in the sky.

As he rotated in the air the crisp sunlight baked against his grey form. The rising glare of a new day glorified his prescence into the world. Then it hit him, full on in the finality of the midair spin. The beauty and wonder of natrual creation, something even his greatest of scientific powers would never be able to reproduce quite so spectacularly. Even in this form he could feel a drop of liquid in his eyes as he began his descent into the cool blackness...


Matrix Eightynine
Free Range Twenty

...salt. All he could taste on the dry buds of his tongue was salt. Possibly from his own sweat, but he idly suspected otherwise. The drum of constant beats echoed in his ears. The hot desert plains crackled under foot as each bare soul slapped againt the ground in turn. The horizon looked like nothing more than a shimmering haze to his sweat burned eyes. His stark nude form tracing a trail against the uninhabited portions of this world, the sun bearing down on him unbearably overhead.

The run, the thirst, the fight. The experience. In the end, life was about the experience's. Knowledge, wisdodom, beauty. All mere side effects of the journey. Experience was the ultimate joy and reward from life. A life unexplored was a life unlived.

Experience was love

Looking back, it was made of ice and rock. Standing serenely on the bleak, snow-covered plain, a figure of gently curving claws, surreal eyes, and lean fluidity. The lips were parted, rounded, exotic. It may have been his own creation, but it seemed so disquieting. It was more than the carnivorous aspect of the creature, the long slow menace of talons, the moonlight stealth of its lower limbs. It was more even than the vaguely aggressive stance, or the position in which he had placed it, in this lifeless valley on this desolate undiscovered moon. It was the expression that he felt within, that he had imprinted on the face of this sculpture, the look of philosophical ferocity.

This was the first Monument, to be created by him for his own glory. The time and prescion he himself had placed into it, by hand alone, stood as a testimant to his own prowress in the arts.

The wings were half-folded. The sculpture's taloned hands, each with six digits, reached towards it mother world. Clearlt female, it looked past him, arms open, legs braced, weight slightly forward. All slightly erotic.

Its ice eyes stared across the plain. It was set on a block of ice about a third of its own hieght. Five lines of sharp, white symbols were stenciled within the ice. The symbols were stylized by loops and crescents and curves. And, as the sun moved across the sky, the symbols embraced the light, and came alive. Only he would ever know what it truely read.