Kaze
08-23-2006, 05:14 PM
*drumroll*......Science fiction! I've noticed there isn't any around here so I thought I'd post something of my own. I don't usually write this kind of stuff, but it's been in the back of my head for quite some time now, so i decided to put it on paper. I normally write fantasy, so bear with me here. Also this is a bit of a roughcut so some things might not have come out as clear as I wanted them to. I call this bit 'humans from another world', and it's supposed to be part of something bigger (that certainly won't have that name:P).
HUmans from another world
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Pietr Varkof woke with a startle. He opened his eyes but closed them almost immediately as a blinding light flashed in front of him. He tried to cover his eyes with his hands but then he noticed that his hands had been tied behind his back, and he noticed that his feet were also bound. Yet Varkof was standing, and although he was very confused the first thought he had was: How come I’m standing when I just woke up – or think I woke up – and my feet are bound? A deep calm voice suddenly echoed throughout the room as if they were standing in a cathedral.
“Your hands are not bound, and neither are your legs, “stated the voice in a matter-of-fact way. Varkof thought that it must have belonged to a mid-aged Afro-American. He was going to ask the voice what had happened, but thought otherwise since they would probably tell him anyway. What he was really interested in was what the voice has said. He knew he couldn’t move any of his limbs, he assumed they were bound in some way because of the cords he felt around joints, but if his hands and feet were, in fact, free, then why couldn’t he move them?
“The best way to imprison another human being is to lock him inside his own thoughts,” said the voice again in the same matter-of-fact tone. Varkof had the feeling he was attending a psychology lesson at his old university. What did the voice mean? His own thoughts, it said. He means I’m just thinking my hands are tied. Then they really aren’t. Pietr Varkof then moved his hands and covered his eyes from the powerful light, and opened them to see a tall, black man, wearing what looked like some kind of uniform.
“You learn quickly,” said the man. You can bet your life on that. The man in front of him frowned.
“Arrogance is a mistake,” he stated without moving his lips. Telepathy? I thought it was something like that. The man smiled. Varkof looked at the man’s uniform intently. He had never seen one like it. It was composed of such strange pieces of clothing he might have thought it was some kind of joke, but the vacant expression on the man’s face, the way his chest was swollen, and then, those strange symbols on his clothes and face. There was no doubt about it. He’s not human, at least not from Earth. And he must be some sort of an officer. Those strange shapes on his shoulders gloves seem like letters from our alphabet.
“We do not come from Earth,” said the voice again. More of you? Naturally. The man chuckled for a moment, and a second later he broke into a wild laugh, then he stopped and adopted that vacant expression once again. What’s so funny? The man winked at him. Varkof looked at the symbols on the man’s face again. He could see a kind of stretched S on his forehead. Is that his name?
“We bear no name for you.” Do you? Shall I name you then? The officer laughed again, then assumed the same empty look. Why are you laughing?
“You look funny,” said the man’s voice. Varkof looked down at himself and noticed nothing amusing about his appearance. He was wearing the same old suit he used to wear at intergalactic conferences. Black, made of cotton, it hadn’t changed much from the days of the US. Even after several centuries some things still didn’t want to die out. You should look at yourself. The officer didn’t look at himself; instead, he decided to laugh again. Apparently, he didn’t think he was funny at all. Varkoff would have scowled, but he knew better. He was facing an unknown faction, and, for all he knew, he was at their mercy.
The foreign officer wore a strange kind of jeans; they looked somewhat like an old pair of Levis, but seemed to be made of leather. Some kind of material we don’t have on earth? That’s interesting...his jacket is definitely made out of leather, though, and those gloves, white. I can’t make out what the symbols are like exactly, it’s too far away, But still…I’d like to know who he works for and what they want with me.
“You’ll find out in due time,” said another voice, but this one was different. Varkof couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about that second voice that startled him. “There’s no need to be afraid, my dear comrade Varkof. We are, after all, human.” He put a great deal of emphasis on the last word. This one’s dangerous. More dangerous than the other.
“You’re also dangerous, Varkof. You’re more dangerous than me and him put together. Don’t you know what you were about to do? You were about to threaten the Atta with war! I’m sure you realize what a dangerous choice that might be.” The Atta? He knows about our plans. But how?
“The Atta race is one of the keeper races that have dominated this galaxy since before humanity existed. They do not respond well to threats.” Don’t tell me what my opponents think like! It’s my job to think as they do, and the Atta will have no choice but to-
“To exterminate the human race of the Sol system,” the second voice finished. What are you talking about?
“One planet inhabited by a lesser race so arrogant that they would challenge the masters of this galaxy is an ideal target for one the Atta’s Battlecruisers. They can reduce a planet the size of Earth down to its core, you know. I’ll perform my duties no matter what. You can’t stop me.
“Can’t we? Officer Forlorn, finish him off. It is clear he has no wish to cooperate.” Before Varkof could think of anything the black man stretched out his right hand and flicked it once. At the same moment Varkof felt a wave of searing pain go through his head, and then fell to the floor nearly unconscious. He watched as a screen appeared on the wall in front of him, and the second voice spoke out: “Captain, set your trajectory towards the Sol system. Arm nuclear torpedoes.” The female face on the screen looked startled for a moment then nodded approvingly. Nuclear torpedos. What do they want to do? Dear God…
-------- to be continued?
right, well that was it:P hope you enjoyed it
HUmans from another world
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Pietr Varkof woke with a startle. He opened his eyes but closed them almost immediately as a blinding light flashed in front of him. He tried to cover his eyes with his hands but then he noticed that his hands had been tied behind his back, and he noticed that his feet were also bound. Yet Varkof was standing, and although he was very confused the first thought he had was: How come I’m standing when I just woke up – or think I woke up – and my feet are bound? A deep calm voice suddenly echoed throughout the room as if they were standing in a cathedral.
“Your hands are not bound, and neither are your legs, “stated the voice in a matter-of-fact way. Varkof thought that it must have belonged to a mid-aged Afro-American. He was going to ask the voice what had happened, but thought otherwise since they would probably tell him anyway. What he was really interested in was what the voice has said. He knew he couldn’t move any of his limbs, he assumed they were bound in some way because of the cords he felt around joints, but if his hands and feet were, in fact, free, then why couldn’t he move them?
“The best way to imprison another human being is to lock him inside his own thoughts,” said the voice again in the same matter-of-fact tone. Varkof had the feeling he was attending a psychology lesson at his old university. What did the voice mean? His own thoughts, it said. He means I’m just thinking my hands are tied. Then they really aren’t. Pietr Varkof then moved his hands and covered his eyes from the powerful light, and opened them to see a tall, black man, wearing what looked like some kind of uniform.
“You learn quickly,” said the man. You can bet your life on that. The man in front of him frowned.
“Arrogance is a mistake,” he stated without moving his lips. Telepathy? I thought it was something like that. The man smiled. Varkof looked at the man’s uniform intently. He had never seen one like it. It was composed of such strange pieces of clothing he might have thought it was some kind of joke, but the vacant expression on the man’s face, the way his chest was swollen, and then, those strange symbols on his clothes and face. There was no doubt about it. He’s not human, at least not from Earth. And he must be some sort of an officer. Those strange shapes on his shoulders gloves seem like letters from our alphabet.
“We do not come from Earth,” said the voice again. More of you? Naturally. The man chuckled for a moment, and a second later he broke into a wild laugh, then he stopped and adopted that vacant expression once again. What’s so funny? The man winked at him. Varkof looked at the symbols on the man’s face again. He could see a kind of stretched S on his forehead. Is that his name?
“We bear no name for you.” Do you? Shall I name you then? The officer laughed again, then assumed the same empty look. Why are you laughing?
“You look funny,” said the man’s voice. Varkof looked down at himself and noticed nothing amusing about his appearance. He was wearing the same old suit he used to wear at intergalactic conferences. Black, made of cotton, it hadn’t changed much from the days of the US. Even after several centuries some things still didn’t want to die out. You should look at yourself. The officer didn’t look at himself; instead, he decided to laugh again. Apparently, he didn’t think he was funny at all. Varkoff would have scowled, but he knew better. He was facing an unknown faction, and, for all he knew, he was at their mercy.
The foreign officer wore a strange kind of jeans; they looked somewhat like an old pair of Levis, but seemed to be made of leather. Some kind of material we don’t have on earth? That’s interesting...his jacket is definitely made out of leather, though, and those gloves, white. I can’t make out what the symbols are like exactly, it’s too far away, But still…I’d like to know who he works for and what they want with me.
“You’ll find out in due time,” said another voice, but this one was different. Varkof couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about that second voice that startled him. “There’s no need to be afraid, my dear comrade Varkof. We are, after all, human.” He put a great deal of emphasis on the last word. This one’s dangerous. More dangerous than the other.
“You’re also dangerous, Varkof. You’re more dangerous than me and him put together. Don’t you know what you were about to do? You were about to threaten the Atta with war! I’m sure you realize what a dangerous choice that might be.” The Atta? He knows about our plans. But how?
“The Atta race is one of the keeper races that have dominated this galaxy since before humanity existed. They do not respond well to threats.” Don’t tell me what my opponents think like! It’s my job to think as they do, and the Atta will have no choice but to-
“To exterminate the human race of the Sol system,” the second voice finished. What are you talking about?
“One planet inhabited by a lesser race so arrogant that they would challenge the masters of this galaxy is an ideal target for one the Atta’s Battlecruisers. They can reduce a planet the size of Earth down to its core, you know. I’ll perform my duties no matter what. You can’t stop me.
“Can’t we? Officer Forlorn, finish him off. It is clear he has no wish to cooperate.” Before Varkof could think of anything the black man stretched out his right hand and flicked it once. At the same moment Varkof felt a wave of searing pain go through his head, and then fell to the floor nearly unconscious. He watched as a screen appeared on the wall in front of him, and the second voice spoke out: “Captain, set your trajectory towards the Sol system. Arm nuclear torpedoes.” The female face on the screen looked startled for a moment then nodded approvingly. Nuclear torpedos. What do they want to do? Dear God…
-------- to be continued?
right, well that was it:P hope you enjoyed it