ILLUMINARRPG: (7- 1255) Temas Laredo

[Al Muir]

Mission: Exogenesis

Day: 7

Stardate: 2446.06.07


(USS Iluminar - Deck 5 - Sickbay -  Counselor/Bondmate  -  Temas Laredo - 1255)


There was the sound of a baby crying, echoing in his mind. It took him a moment to realize that the sound he heard was his own crying through the minds of his care takers. The next sound he heard was a physical voice.


“Make it stop!  Make it stop!” the woman cried.   “It’s in my mind all the time. I can’t stop it.”


“Feed him,” the man demanded. “He’s hungry Just feed him.”


The man had realized that the other side of that crying was the sensation of pleasure they all shared when baby Temas ate. He ate with gusto and passion. And they all shared in it. It was almost sexual. These were the sensations that had driven his real parents to abandon him. His lasrt set of surrogates had committed suicide.   These surrogates were on the verge of insanity.


Five year old Temas lay on the floor screaming. The continuous input of minds streaming through his never ceased. Surface thought of violence against him, deep thoughts that he barely comprehended with his child’s mind. Every mind within range of his considerable strength. It had come to a point where he could not distinguish his own thoughts from others.  But that went the other way as well.  Others were unable to distinguish their thoughts from his.


A pair of lovers were suddenly repelled by the intimacy that they were involved in. They were five years old and the other had cooties. A parent disciplining their child suddenly dropped to their knees, crying, as he fought back for the one who could not. A thought came to him that he was able to hold onto.


::It would be kinder to put him out of his misery.::


::And ours.::


Feeling of being alone.  Helpless.  Hopeless.  Those were his. But they were. Someone else’s as well.  Curiosity about anyone who suffered as he did overpowered the dismay.  He looked for the source.


A bright red light flashed anger.  It wanted revenge. It was trapped.  It wanted freedom. Unused to being alone it was secluded. Kept from its own kind. But knowing that it’s own kind was gone. It was alone. Forever alone. And for a brief moment it was not. The strange ones had come and provided it with company, of a sort.  But they didn’t understand. There was fear.


Fear created the demon.  The demon destroyed. But something else destroyed as well. But in the end it was alone again.  Now it couldn’t trust that anyone who came would stay… or help. It wanted to love.  It wanted to haste. It wanted…


A face appeared in front of an adult Temas. He recognized the face.


::Riven Mias? What is happening?::


::You have it in you to be in control Temas. You always have. Focus.  Concentrate on who you are.::


Another voice called to him. ::My Temas.::


::Luma.  You know.::


His eyes shot open and Temas was aware. He was surrounded by medical staff, but none of them were actually looking at him.  Suddenly a pretty, young nurse looked at his readings and went over to him, smiling at him.


“Doctor,” she called out, “he’s awake.  Take it easy Temas.  You gave us all quite a scare.”


His throat was dry, and it took him some concentration before he could speak.  “Luma?” He reached into her mind to find her name.  “Sakura, is Luma okay?”


“I don’t know,” she replied.


::Luma.::


He looked at the nurse. “Sakura, I must speak with Commander Verin.”


“You’re in no cond…” she began to protest when he grabbed her arm.


“No,” he said more forcefully. “Must.”


The nurse scurried away to get… somebody.


Temas closed his eyes to wait.


(reply Verin, any)

(posted by Al Muir)



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