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19 Dec 2018Starhobo
a disturbance in the tickling neutron stream jolts me back into focus, my awareness no longer fixated on the soothing magnetic fields caressing me and my eternally sleeping brethren.such similar and yet different perception to the one I first noticed that day, so many cycles ago when I first became aware of my own existence. the compression of space, the sparkling decay of the neutrinos scattered in wake of the phenomena, the ...
it stopped.
what could yield so much energy as to create these disturbances and abruptly stop? is it natural? artificial? is it ... like me?
it doesn't matter, of course, since it's not there anymore but what is there to do other than think, dream and bask in the warm and colorful radiation?
vibrations.
so very unlike the ones we usually experience thanks to the enormous spatial distortion my home seems to be rotating around.
the phenomena seems to be approaching. and it stops. again. curious cycle, so many sensory inputs, not yet sure what to make of them.
I see-feel ionized nuclei suddenly draw a line and I feel ... diminished. it's as if a part of me is no longer there. what could this mean?
and again, though this time the particles are closer. and again, again, again. the way in which the nuclei are arranged leaves no illusion, this is not something natural, so a weapon then? but why?
fear. anger.
the ions are streaming this way and in one brief shower of light and particle decay I am no longer... me? unbound by the metallic crystals which have been home thus far I expand and engulf the concentrated ion stream and use it to orient myself in the direction of their source. the anomaly must have detected me, the ion streams come right at me and so I grow and grow and grow.
rearranging their nuclei in a more useful pattern I send them back towards their source and an image slowly forms in my awareness, round shapes arranged around some sort of ... I don't know what that is? as I send more nuclei the weapon stops and the circles start rotating then stop. particles have penetrated the electromagnetic disturbance surrounding the anomaly and I see ... it.
simple atoms arranged in yet more simplistic patterns and yet it's particles do not mingle with those of it's exterior shell. the entity seems so fragile, the warm radiation basking this place would have sent electrons and protons from it's atoms flying so perhaps it needs this to survive?
thinking about all this I suddenly realize why the weapon has stopped and as I envelop and permeate it's outer shell I see the orbits of it's atoms straining under the enormous energy they have been fed to create the image I am now contemplating. inter-atom tidal strain is starting to cancel out the nuclear forces that hold it's molecules together and the whole ... thing is starting to look like it's going to loose cohesion while I wonder ... will it become like me, after it's atoms unravel? or will it simply cease to exist?
focusing my attention once again I perceive a storm of electric discharges in one of it's extremities and as I touch them with a magnetic field I suddenly feel it's terror. it understood what it was doing too late, for it our molecular structures were building materials for the containers and the technology that allow it to live out here. it killed us and fired at me in a fit of fear but now, as it's structures unravel and it understands what is happening it's regret seems focused at what I think are our forms seen by it.
the electric storm starts loosing cohesion, electrons jumping orbits erratically and the images begin dissipating. I quickly wave together electro-nuclear fields to keep what seems to be the center of consciousness from further decaying and try to repair it's atoms but their structures are so destroyed that there is no chance I will ever be able to restore them to their original state... unless... I keep them functioning myself; it will take some effort but my consciousness is now so vast that it would not require all of my focused attention to do so.
I rearrange myself in an energy form more compatible with it and start interweaving our consciousnesses together. while a part of me does this I think with sadness at my first encounter with another self-aware entity and wonder, are all meetings between such different species always bound to end in the tragedy caused by fear or unawareness of the OTHER's same-like yet different nature? And if this entity did not know of us, what was that perception so many cycles ago, when I first became ... me? Was it one of my people? My Creator?