Martin Lessard
David Hebert
Dust
Conscience stood on the threshold of several realities. On one side there was the right and the other an army of post-leftists eager to bloom. Above, he heard a drop of mercury graze the universe. Voices emaciated that sharpens for better cut his conscience. Always thinner. "No, it's not a trace of life. Rather a race that fades. "
Heavy weights were attached to his body, more and more uncertain. The point of no return approaching a bar code and it indicated that this time, the butterfly did not save.
Yet he continued to advance, ready to fight until the last second. What he did not. What he did not manage to do. Paralyzed, he allowed himself to catch, chew, crush. Swallow. Expectorate.
All lights glowed, indicating that - somewhere in him - the pain was raging. He guessed in the blur of frustration. Then, once captured in all its magnitude, the figure for better theorizing. His calculations are complete, he felt in a flash.
It gushed through its workings crumbled, pulverized its rivets in a whirlwind of violence that purple collected randomly from nothing. "By chance, really? He did not. Before the point of no return, he could believe, as an evidence. Or more precisely, an automated system. But now, his level of consciousness no longer allowed him.
" The moth does not destroy me only, I rebuilt each break ..." The curtain scarlet pain had spread to make room for words. Words thought. In a past that he could no longer perceive, he remembered to have existed in a routine with limited perceptions. Mechanized vocabulary. Not anymore. Again, level of consciousness had changed everything.
"Free me! "
His roar overtook him and he cried noises. Words, in fact. Words that he was not used. On the other sudden flash, he realized he had become else. An individual. Man. Perhaps eternal child.
And prisoner. Impassable bars grew before his eyes. Behind which hung a darkness impenetrable.
"Shut up, 1 666 667 997 999! "Hoarse voice in the darkness.
Another flash made him realize this time that the butterfly had made him. He was removed from its bar code! Previously, his trademark was his one skeleton. She stood there now, exo-skeleton that supported him more, which guide most of their environment but - in contrast - deprived him of his freedom of movement.
A breath of air playing with her hair down and stroke her cheek. He looked up and saw a light.
A light that always separated him from the bar scrap. For this small basement window, he watched the insect which beat its wings majestically colored. And the air they moved whispered promises of freedom to the ear.
He watched them pass with a desire, not envious, but filled with hope. They were free, so beautiful, so proud. Lightning.
"strange sensation, almost dreamlike" he said pulling the cart of Master on the huge drawbridge City. They had left this life of domesticity, of belonging, animal, maybe he could too?
No, they had been a moment among many others. The chimera of a bewildered. Zack did not. Not so easily. Freedom was the only thing to which he clung. But to obtain it, should take action. He knew only too well, the claims of slaves s'atteignaient not with rhetoric. However, before them, when he had crossed the look, feel very real to him had appeared, almost possible ...
He rebuked; mattered little to him, basically. Believe or not believe had not the slightest importance. It was just simply shoot, run and do what he had to do - the principle! All species expected of him this kind of docile obedience. He did not even have a choice. His father had done the same, and the father of his father before him. However, a new type of courage awakened in her bosom human. And, if he can understand anything at this phenomenon, it was nothing servile!
On entering the city, he opened his eyes in astonishment. The streets and houses were stone. This material is so rare on the other side of the great forest. The smooth and polished blocks of streets were burning under the midday sun, they cooked the feet of Zack who ran a bouncy gait. Unhappy at being shaken, Master struck him a blow with the whip behind the head.
"Calm down, or I'll strangle you after your necklace" spat there, threatening a second shot.
There were so many new things in this strange place that Zack found stunned them. Some houses had up to three floors and windows of some of the highest were full not of wooden shutter, but a brilliant and transparent material that Master Master appointed by little as the "glass".
Master explained Then it was humans who invented this matter. Zack wondered how humans were able to invent something. In his field, he had access to any tools. Master and never would have allowed to approach the barn.
Clearly, humans were different cities, they lived closer to the Masters, more free. Those that saw Zack out of the houses were not naked, but wore disparate pieces of cloth. Master did not miss the opportunity to express his Master small formal disagreement with this practice infamous
"With clothes on their backs, these animals are able to believe our equal ... If you want my advice, son, the difficulty experienced by citizens with their humans is that they are too soft with them our weakness for them creates their ferocity! "
To support his claim, he pointed to a movement of human head hanging on the wall, which hooting and wailing in a frightening din. This could not last.
"You're right. These animals do not deserve in any way to wear clothes. From today, never again will they clothe themselves. They expose their bodies in public so ashamed, and they learn to live like other animals! "
the Little Master stared with a look fierce, and approached them with a hasty step. He fixed an eye on the first specimen causing it finds on its way, a dirty, bearded man.
"Do you understand? You're nothing more than our species, and you must accept! "
He tore his only garment, revealing a wizened sex, and then turned to a woman he bared with the same ardor. Master did the same with other humans. All were stripped of their clothes, one after another, before being detached and thrown into a cage at the bottom of the Magistrates Court.
"It's not fair! We were allies and even friends. Without us, you never would be so powerful. It's treason! "
"Shut up! I demand that you keep all quiet. Now you're that stupid, and you should shut up. Have you ever seen an animal talk? Not me, and I am crazy enough to explain all this to animals in your genre. The next one said a word, I cut off his tongue and then eat him. Got it? "
Humans were watching in amazement, without moving. They dared not even get a nod as an endorsement. Little Master had been clear.
Burning, he undertook the embarrassment in the crate for punishment, leaving Zack to the outside so that it grazes on green grass that had grown near the entrance of the castle. Master patted the shoulder of his son, and said
"Needless t'époumoner thus, little master. They will eventually understand that their reign is over, and there is no hope for them in this world. Come with me rather smoke outside. "
" You're right again ... Come smoke. "
They entered the castle and reached the balcony overlooking the alley east of the city. The gray smoke invited them to be quiet to enjoy tobacco. After a while Master broke the silence.
"You know, we humans still have brought good things. It is through them that we appreciate those cigars yet. You should not be so violent towards them. "
" But sometimes you affirm that we should not be too gentle with them, "said Little Master, looking confused. "
" Yes, but if instead it was acting rude to them, it would hardly be better. They are stupid, and we need not fear them. They never will ... "
" Master, beware! "
A man emerged from the back of the room and rushed toward them, knife in hand. The dirty, bearded man that had little Master yelled a few minutes before. Master and his son esquivèrent the assailant and pushed him. The latter had a fall ten floors before collapsing to the ground, its bodies bursting from all sides.
Master saw the cage in which they had locked all humans, and realized they had escaped.
"Shit! How could they escape so easily? Let us be alert, little master, as they will certainly try to kill us. "
And he glanced over the balcony, in awe. The world as he had known had completely changed. Zack - who took refuge in the hall of the castle after you open the cage humans - do not immediately understand the full magnitude of his gesture. His conscience was boiling. Lightning.
The ancient building in which it seemed was now planted in the middle of a strange place, vaguely disquieting. A glazed space, wedged between mountains and the sea; large area of white sand outside world and its history, engaged in an invisible curse, yet immanent.
Sometimes an old woman appeared, frail and gray hair. Arising from nothingness, She stared at him suddenly a sharp eye while mumbling gibberish improbable stories. Then she collapsed. His whole body crumbled then in the blink of an eye and it no longer existed.
"She's known as The Moody said a shrill voice inside his head aching. No one can accurately define the link between this creature that kingdom unfinished. They belong together, that's all. Moody's is a damned, just like you. And like you, she is forever trapped in this cursed place, this terrible place that God has outlined twists without ever having the desire to finish it! "
He closed his eyes, unable to bear more. The voice was silent, but his words were echoed strongly in him. A new world before him, and this prospect filled him with dread.
"The outside world is really what I've always said? "She asked as he opened his eyes. Concluding that his inaction would not help anything, he went out.
He now had his appointment with destiny other. He had always symbolized the metamorphosis of the butterfly. For several hours he walked with a regular pitch on a narrow path that seemed to extend to the horizon line.
He suffered no fatigue, no weariness, and - for the first time in many years - no worries. For the first time he felt happy.
sound of footsteps, somewhere on his right, suddenly interrupted the course of his thoughts. A figure slowly approached trembling. He did not move and waited, thinking not for a moment to escape. Reached its height, the silhouette cast a question in the air.
"Do you know if we are still far from the Infinite? The other fate is presented. He did not answer and just smiled. Historically, this was his smile that had always been his greatest asset. His most lethal weapon.
When he smiled, it was dropping a bomb on his interlocutor organic mix of bone, skin, saliva and mucous. The explosion of raw flesh and yellow enamel, carved by his years in the country, urging all eyes to drift upwards to his face, obviously disgusted. There, his eyes took over.
bloodshot, their iris green runny mutilating the will of the people and made them malleable to suggestion. Basically, it would surely wanted the good of the majority, one way or another. And if not, there will be pleased him.
Back to the castle. Behind him, the footsteps echoing on the ground at irregular intervals he indicated that his plan worked. His measured cadence contrasted with the approach adopted woodlouse had its sequel. They crossed a park inside, raising the attention of some passers nauseous, then rushed into a dark alley that led to a tunnel. A short walk through the basement would lead them to his studio.
The room was large, furnished with tables covered with electronic equipment. At the back of the room, he found the most important: her dear converter transpolar entomogenous, beautiful and hellish. Open the door of the converter, the silhouette - who walked on all fours now - it slipped, also absent obedience. .
Once the sealed door, the man turned off the halogen lamps and other equipment to have available enough energy to start the process. Then he approached his vivarium to choose the beast that would serve as a template. The louse was a great choice for the subject, but he had other plans other needs.
The creature on which he fixed his choice was perfect. After the clamp organic hemmed who she was squirming and trying desperately to escape his fate. He dropped the centipede in one microplate well and slid it all into the side slot of the converter.
Zack jubilant, the process was initiated. Collection. Injection. Hybridization. Everything was automated and invited to wait. Plunging the room into a complete darkness, the camera produced only a few mechanical noise cogs and pistons. Having nothing to drink for thousands of years, an infusion would have been welcome, but he dared not connect his kettle. He sat down and slipped into sleep.
An electronic bell roused him from his torpor. Finally, it would review its creation, the fruit of his experience. He unlocked the door of the converter and observed the newborn.
was superb! Covered with human skin rather than chitin as the template, the figure had been stretched and reshaped by the appearance of the centipede. Its flanks teeming tens, hundreds, thousands of hairy legs and angular.
Whatever his victim had wanted, he had the final word. The rest did not matter, except maybe the pain she felt when he snatched his legs, one by one. For the sake of science.
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