Sorry, I didn't finish it in time. :x Oh well. How should I drop out of the competition?
Just what I have so far - I'll keep it updated. I just want to give people the chance to read and comment.
Oh, and don't worry, I'm not using any of the (one page of) content I've already written. Let me know if I need to take the stuff posted in creative minds down. The idea just fit so well, and I'm really fond of it, so I just couldn't hold myself back.
Also, don't mind the fact that I was bored and I made a cover for it - maybe it'll help you visualize? (and yes, those are two people floating between the spheres)
And the LORD God said, "The man is now become as one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever."
Genesis 3:22
The garden was particularly detestable this cycle.
Cheza couldn’t help but wish that Adam was there with her, but obviously no such thing was allowed. Instead, she found herself lying naked, face-down in the luscious grass, wishing no one would notice her. Begging, really. Please.
Although she had temporarily denied herself the sight, she could still hear every revolting squeal, giggle, moan and grunt from the people around her. It filled her with anxiety, jealousy, and dread; but most of all nausea. She slowed her breathing, filling her lungs slowly and carefully, exhaling steadily; she tried to imagine the sound of dull, buzzing metal; of scuffling shoes; of anything but the nakedness and the green pastures.
“Hello, Cheza.”
She wasn’t sure who it was – but simply because of the circumstances, she thought, based on his voice, he must look truly repugnant.
“Enjoying the smell of dirt?” he continued.
“Yes, very much, actually,” she lied.
Her spine curled and shivered as his fingertips traced her lower back. Cheza clenched her jaw, the soft touch at once both pleasurable and excruciatingly painful.
He leaned in, holding his lips to her ear. “For all to be yours, you must become all’s,” he whispered, in the perfect cadence achieved only with recitation; and with a hand on her hip, rolled her over as their bodies pressed together.
***
She slogged through the sphere’s opening, stepping across the threshold of biological to synthetic – a threshold Cheza was most joyous to cross. Her feet soon found the smooth comfort of sleek, shining metal. The membrane closed behind her as two identical figures rushed towards her, one bearing a white jumpsuit.
The ciphers swiftly and robotically slipped her into her clothes, yet with such a lack of interest it made her, in her current state, refreshed. Once they had finished, they stepped back and hung there, perfectly still, as empty husks. They were beautiful to watch. Each had the same fallow complexion, auburn eyebrows and hazel eyes; identical sinewy bodies, with gangly limbs and slender fingers; all wore glistening bald heads and minimal attire; but their beauty came from their graceful, stoic movements, completely perfect yet lifeless, like a thousand metal gears spinning in unison.
Cheza rubbed her eyes and uttered, “Quarters.”
The cipher turned to face the chrome wall and placed a hand on it. A perfect cube rose up from the floor behind Cheza, and she gratefully took a seat. It began to glide across the smooth floors, in exact right angles, as if there were no friction – of course, there was no friction.
She bent her head down and stared at the white cloth covering her knees. She couldn’t even remember his name. In fact, she wasn’t sure she ever knew it. It was discouraged, of course, keeping the same person for so long – Cheza didn’t know what she had expected with Edward. Of course it would end, and of course the new would come; was that not the very workings of life itself? Yet, why did the thought of anyone else sound so unpalatable?
The cube came to an opportune stop and, grateful to abandon her current thoughts, she stepped off and ambled through the oval permeation to her quarters.
Just what I have so far - I'll keep it updated. I just want to give people the chance to read and comment.
Oh, and don't worry, I'm not using any of the (one page of) content I've already written. Let me know if I need to take the stuff posted in creative minds down. The idea just fit so well, and I'm really fond of it, so I just couldn't hold myself back.
Also, don't mind the fact that I was bored and I made a cover for it - maybe it'll help you visualize? (and yes, those are two people floating between the spheres)
And the LORD God said, "The man is now become as one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever."
Genesis 3:22
CHAPTER 1
The garden was particularly detestable this cycle.
Cheza couldn’t help but wish that Adam was there with her, but obviously no such thing was allowed. Instead, she found herself lying naked, face-down in the luscious grass, wishing no one would notice her. Begging, really. Please.
Although she had temporarily denied herself the sight, she could still hear every revolting squeal, giggle, moan and grunt from the people around her. It filled her with anxiety, jealousy, and dread; but most of all nausea. She slowed her breathing, filling her lungs slowly and carefully, exhaling steadily; she tried to imagine the sound of dull, buzzing metal; of scuffling shoes; of anything but the nakedness and the green pastures.
“Hello, Cheza.”
She wasn’t sure who it was – but simply because of the circumstances, she thought, based on his voice, he must look truly repugnant.
“Enjoying the smell of dirt?” he continued.
“Yes, very much, actually,” she lied.
Her spine curled and shivered as his fingertips traced her lower back. Cheza clenched her jaw, the soft touch at once both pleasurable and excruciatingly painful.
He leaned in, holding his lips to her ear. “For all to be yours, you must become all’s,” he whispered, in the perfect cadence achieved only with recitation; and with a hand on her hip, rolled her over as their bodies pressed together.
***
She slogged through the sphere’s opening, stepping across the threshold of biological to synthetic – a threshold Cheza was most joyous to cross. Her feet soon found the smooth comfort of sleek, shining metal. The membrane closed behind her as two identical figures rushed towards her, one bearing a white jumpsuit.
The ciphers swiftly and robotically slipped her into her clothes, yet with such a lack of interest it made her, in her current state, refreshed. Once they had finished, they stepped back and hung there, perfectly still, as empty husks. They were beautiful to watch. Each had the same fallow complexion, auburn eyebrows and hazel eyes; identical sinewy bodies, with gangly limbs and slender fingers; all wore glistening bald heads and minimal attire; but their beauty came from their graceful, stoic movements, completely perfect yet lifeless, like a thousand metal gears spinning in unison.
Cheza rubbed her eyes and uttered, “Quarters.”
The cipher turned to face the chrome wall and placed a hand on it. A perfect cube rose up from the floor behind Cheza, and she gratefully took a seat. It began to glide across the smooth floors, in exact right angles, as if there were no friction – of course, there was no friction.
She bent her head down and stared at the white cloth covering her knees. She couldn’t even remember his name. In fact, she wasn’t sure she ever knew it. It was discouraged, of course, keeping the same person for so long – Cheza didn’t know what she had expected with Edward. Of course it would end, and of course the new would come; was that not the very workings of life itself? Yet, why did the thought of anyone else sound so unpalatable?
The cube came to an opportune stop and, grateful to abandon her current thoughts, she stepped off and ambled through the oval permeation to her quarters.
