SEVERAL HOURS LATER, MAGDALENA FOUND HERSELF IN conversation with the old man, having eventually come to. He was about four feet short, with a long scraggly beard about three-and-a-half feet long. His Eyes remained totally wrapped up with strands of his long, grey hair. Dark robes hung loosely about the old man’s frame. He would remain camouflaged per order of the almighty Lachrylon.
Mother Magdalena was still groggy from her passing out. She could only see a tiny bit of the old man’s skin, just barely enough to notice the deep wrinkles.
“So, what happened to me?? Who are you?!
“You saw what happened,” replied the man softly, deeply, “And my name is Al Rodnam. Pleasure.” And the old man held out a gruff hand toward the Mother.
Lina, still suffering the after-effects of the Delirium, paused momentarily, cocked her head slightly to the side warily, squinted her Eyes at the man, then reluctantly extended her hand out to shake.
But she quickly retracted it, all of a sudden remembering crucial parts of what she had seen in Amrita’s recording.
“Waaaiit a second..!” She was irritated. “Okay, where did you come from? And where is my daughter?”
“You saw where I came from,” said Al Rodnam, “and, as I said earlier, I am your daughter.”
“You’re clearly not my daughter,” snapped Lina. “Before. When you had me in that, that trance… What was all that commotion earlier with the storm and everything? And-and who or what was that speaking to you in that loud voice? … What is your connection to Fletcher Munsin?! And what is this about a sacrifice??” She spoke very fastly. “What the fuck is going on, here?!” shouted the Mother with a justifiable resentment.
Al Rodnam did not waste any time using his abilities to quickly rid Magdalena of these memories. She knew too much. With a momentary lifting of some hair from his Eyes, he shot a fierce stare with his big twinkling Eyes at the Mother, magically erasing from her memory everything she had watched on Amrita’s display. Lina stared back in a million mile daze, blind to the effects of Al Rodnam’s magic.
After about a minute, just before he released his possession of Magdalena’s mind, he muttered some terse words to Amrita.
“If you mention this to your friend here, I’ll dismantle you in a jiffy.” Rita cowered kind of like a cat in response to this remark, its processing board functioning erratically, unable to select a fitting programmed response to the statement. Instead, it beeped annoyingly as it attempted to meow.
Lina came to, shook her Head, raised a few fingers to her aching left temple with a grimace, and stared back at Al Rodnam.
The old man swiftly turned to her. “That’s okay,” said he curtly with a curtsy, “I know who you are anyway.” His Eyesight remained fixed in deadlock directly into Magdalena’s Dark, fuzzy Eyes and her gaze was fastened to the old man’s like a carabiner on belay with a taut rope hitched to the grittiest mountain climber.
Magdalena shook her Head again rapidly, rubbed her Eyes with two fists. She glared back at the old man who was still sitting in a lotus position upon Fucked-Earth.
“I am your counterpart, Magdalena,” said Al Rodnam perceptively, his face tilting slightly to the side. “We have met before. We are the only two human beings left on Earth right now. I have come to procreate with you, my lady. We must initiate the cycle yet again.” The man was very solemn.
Lina snapped at the old man spitefully. “I am not having sex with you. Can you take your hair down so I can see your face?? Is this a joke?!”
“This is no joke, my dear,” said the old man, “And don’t forget what Solaria told you, now.”
The Mother’s Eyes widened. “How do you know about what Solaria told me??” she asked in astonishment.
“I have been told by a third party source,” answered the old man cryptically. “And what is this slinky mechanical contraption you have with you, here?”
“This is Amrita, my lovable companion,” replied the Mother with a false, forced sense of geniality, attempting with failure to disguise how irate she felt. She pointed to her pet shakily, still rather bewildered by all that was happening.
The man turned his Head squarely to face Amrita and although his Eyes could not be seen, the little android was ninety-nine-point-nine percent positive that beneath the grey strands of hair hiding his Eyes, the old man was glaring menacingly at it. Luckily, Amrita was unable to feel fright. But if it could, it definitely would be exercising that emotion right about now.
Amrita quickly weighed out the options it had of how to deal with the threat it had recently received from Al Rodnam, and so erroneously came to the conclusion that the best way to handle it was to delete the stored memory of the threat given to it, as well as what it was it was supposed to keep secret.
This execution may have been a programming flaw in its microprocessor.
It may not’ve been.
Nobody may ever know.
“Nice to meet you,” declared Amrita all-smiles with an extended shiny, metal paw.
Al Rodnam glared menacingly for a time at the scrap of kitty metal from behind his hairy head-wrap. Then, after a short while, he squinted his Eyes hesitantly before extending his old hand to shake the mechanical appendage.
“Okay, so let’s get going,” said the old man rising to his feet. He turned around and began walking.
“Where are we going?” asked Lina, still part-comatose.
“You’ll see. Follow me.”
And woman and pet followed the old man.
But after just a few steps, the man paused. Before they left the locale where the hovering glowing pond had been shimmering its enigma, Al Rodnam remembered something very important he had to do before he departed.
It turned out that Al Rodnam was able to clearly see straight through his hairy blindfold, as if it weren’t even wrapped around his Head.
The man took a quick gander around the vicinity, coming to set Eyes on the bloodied umbilical cord of the Mother that was strewn into the dirt, the placenta still attached to it at one end. He shuffled over to it. The old man lifted his left leg slightly and brought a foot down hard upon the placenta, reached down to pick up the attached slimy cord with his right hand, and promptly snapped the cord robustly from the afterbirth with one strong, solid jerk.
Al Rodnam stood there silently, contemplatively. He slowly raised the umbilical cord with his right hand and examined it, letting it dangle in the air. His vision pierced through the hairy head-wrap at the cord and glanced at it inquisitively for a brief moment.
After a short while, the old man proceeded to slightly open his robe and bring the cord to his hairy chest, and, using both hands, gingerly tied the cord around his neck with a tight knot. Lina and Rita noticed not the peculiar smile that then spread over Al Rodnam’s aged face, his back to the Mother and pet.
“Let’s get a move on,” said the old man suddenly.
Lina and Rita looked at each other with slight hesitation, then reluctantly proceeded to follow the strange old man.
The trio trekked on over the desolate tract for several hours in complete silence. It had remained at least 104˚ Fahrenheit since the Sun had appeared, precisely ninety-eight-point-six-nine degrees Fahrenheit at this very moment according to Amrita’s high-tech thermometer. And, as the voyagers would soon discover, a concise pattern of daylight and nighttime would Once again revolve the planet’s cycle, as the mighty global timeship would again begin spinning regularly upon its tilted axis, which was now far, far more tilted since the recent far-reaching, twelve-strand DNA-strung frightful fission sperm drop of Fletcher Munsin into the Mother’s oblivious chaotic Earth-birth canal. And because of this, the trio would also come to find that day and night were now both each approximately seventy-two hours long.
The Moon would once again wax and wane in its original manner, pulling upon the far fewer tides that now rippled over the surface of Fucked-Earth, taking exactly twenty-eight days to undergo a full phase of both the wax and the wane, every month. The only difference was that it remained an ominous crimson color due to the Liberation of Mandorla, henceforth permanently to exude its blood-born haze to forever smear its clever curse into the sky. The Dark Side of the Moon would still remain forever turned away from the planet, permitting only the Spirit of the Mother access to its underhanded surface energies. -MIKE EYE
THE MEGA-PREGNANT MOTHER MAGDALENA UNFLAPPABLY MEANDERED onward through the pallid Darkness with a slouch atop the shadowy, scorched Earth, her scepter in seizure, Amrita by her side. She had her belly bulge in a desperate clutch and was feeling a cross between pissed off and delirious. She was unaware of precisely how long it had been since she had initially donned and activated the ancient, sanctified artifacts of Solaria’s golden, glowing dress and stone azure amulet subsequent to her formal Anointing, but the woman presumed it was getting close to at least six months’ time, for at least the time she was used to “keeping”.
And still the Sun did not rise.
There were no stars in the sky.
The only entity that could be seen from up above was the ultra-bright Full Moon which just barely lit enough sheen to guide the two on their way, the whereabouts of which remained a question in check, if indeed the duo were to query their course in the first place; for a while now the two lonely voyagers had been distraught, without a clue.
And, most curiously, the Full Moon did not even wax, nor wane all this time.
It didn’t seem like it could.
There was something missing.
Magdalena would stop to sleep atop the most unsoiled surface she would so happen to stumble upon, and usually only after becoming extremely exhausted. The abomination of desolation that graced the disgraced ground with devastation turned up everywhere the two took an unsteady stride.
The Mother had run out of food and water long ago, but miraculously her glorious golden garb was supplying her with the necessary vital hydration and nutrients she needed to survive. Amrita’s situation was also sustaining despite the treacherous conditions of the land and atmosphere; the robotic feline’s crystalline power-core had enough juice in it to keep it functioning for at least 60,000 more years.
The duo had remained mostly silent thus far throughout their heedless journey over the sullied scattered sediments of Fucked-Earth, neither individual having the urge to initiate conversation. Occasionally, Lina would fall upon the thought of what Solaria had demanded of her, as well as ponder the plenty of positions on precisely how on Fucked-Earth she would be able to carry the demands out. She felt frustrated but sucked it up as best she could, knowing there was nothing she could do to better the circumstance.
Every now and again throughout her travels Lina would receive a potent panicky sensation impulsively inch its way up the back of her throat, prompting in her a desire to scream and throw a fit. The woman would try hard to contain herself each time she became afflicted as such. She would occasionally call out to Solaria in hopes that the great power would heed her pleas, but the Mother never received a response. All along her travels, the heavy air of frustration over her predicament had not once loosened its grip on the Mother’s mood and aspirations.
The precious azure jasper amulet of Solaria, which was dangling against the cold Heart of the Mother, now began to suddenly tap into a communion with some foreign source she unexpectedly felt present on the planet at this time.
And it seemed to be calling to her!
Not two miles onward in the direction she felt drawn to by her amulet, Lina could faintly hear, as well as see on the fringes of her periphery, an ultra-high-frequency hum in the distance that was psychedelically pulsating a powerful cerulean sparkle that kept an Earthy, tribal rhythm at a steady tempo.
With a staticky jolt suddenly skulking up the back of her spine, Magdalena abruptly felt more at ease than she had in quite a while. Finally, she thought, there had been some sort of contact.
For the following several hours, she allowed herself to be gently lulled to the twinkling, subtle power that was reacting strongly with her amulet. Miraculously, Magdalena had become able to use the talisman’s intense powers to guide her through the muddled shadows and on toward the source that was indeed beckoning her so.
Having now a destination, the Mother so took stride with a whole different style.
Fully energized, Magdalena slowly started to glow more and more vividly about her chest as she came closer and closer to the source that was drawing her in.
After many hours of travel from that point onward, a great deal of the scattered scrap and piles of ashy junk that had littered the surface of the dark, charred terrain of which woman and pet had thus far traversed, spread out as they strode forth, the wreckage slowly clearing to dissipation so as to soon start to supply the scenery with the semblance of barren wasteland. As the duo kept on, the super-psychedelic energies that were emanating from Lina’s amulet grew stronger and stronger still.
Before long, a sparkling, most striking vision appeared in the distance that was a stark contrast to anything she had trekked past thus far. The vision was before the Mother, up ahead a ways, and clashing in confounding conflict with the expansive vista of charred wasteland she was immersed within.
And perplexed by it immensely, the Mother soon decided to regard the vision as mere mirage. After all, in all probability being the only creature roaming the planet post-apocalypse, there very well could be no telling at all whether she had become a complete lunatic.
But upon approaching the curious, shimmering image, Lina decided to have second thoughts about it being an hallucination. There was a subtle brightness that moved like a small sly siren of sorts over the midline of the floating watercourse that was twinkling enigmatically, very much in the manner of UFOs reported during the days of old.
She paused, bedazzled in sheer stupefaction.
Amrita popped a squat beside her. “What is it?” it asked the Mother.
“Rita, do you see that? Just ahead?” the Mother asked, hushed, pointing before her with her hand that was holding the iron-wrought scepter.
“What exactly are you referring to?” asked Amrita.
Lina tilted her head slowly to the left, all Eyes still locked onto the twinkling vision just before her. She bugged out her Eyes.
“Rita… I… Rita, there’s something there.”
The android shot a blank stare ahead and then looked back at Lina.
Magdalena slowly squinted her Eyes, staring ahead intently.
After a couple of minutes, she took a hard blink, shook her Head, and exhaled deeply, rubbing her Eyes.
“Rita, I think I’m hallucinating.”
“What do you see?” asked Lina’s mechanical companion insensibly.
Magdalena then caught a sudden ultra-vivid sensation of déjà vu the moment she somehow seemed to recognize the patterns in the blistered shatter cones embedded in the inglorious jagged substratum on either side of the apparent apparition, and she could feel tinges of radiation in the air that were bolstered by her mighty glowing golden dress. She felt exceedingly hot as she and Amrita continued to walk toward the vision, sweat starting to trickle down her face. Before the Mother shone enigmatically what seemed to her to be some sort of wavering, brilliant photo-sonic phantom waterbed of exquisite, glittering bright white light. And it had a blue tinge to it.
“There’s, like, a huge shimmering pond straight ahead, Rita…” Lina articulated slowly, “like, floating above the ground… wow, it’s beaming, Rita!” The seeming mystifying body of water mimicked the bright Full Moon up above most brilliantly.
“I see no such thing,” remarked Amrita.
The woman slowly stepped toward the vision before her, Amrita stealthily slinking along by her side with reluctance.
About thirty-three yards ahead, Lina came to a stop.
She knelt down.
Her jasper amulet was now emitting so much energy that her whole torso glowed vigorously with hazy light-blue rays that exuded off of her in slothful, glossy wisps.
Before her, there seemed to exist a calm, clean, fresh glowing pond hovering just slightly over the ground with wonderfully shiny reflections rippling through it in silver sparkles that were emblazoned with golden lace.
And it had a blue tinge to it.
Mouth widened with mystery, Lina reached her hand out to touch the water and her fingers slipped into the wetness dreamily. She lightly latched up her Eyelids and allowed the tranquil essence of the liquid to enfold her wrist.
There, Magdalena remained, expressionless, mesmerized for a timeless instant. During the occurrence, her experience was psychedelically imprinted onto the morphogenetic field of the human race at a particularly high frequency.
Before long, the entire body of the Mother was surging with warm, potent prana, and she became extremely euphoric. A peaceful smile had been forged upon the precious disgraced face of the gorgeous dark Mother. Her upper body, and now also the area of perceived space three feet directly above her head, had begun shining big beams of white light outward, with hazy blue wisps exuding from the beams’ edges. It was getting so bright within the local vicinity that Lina almost forgot that the flora and fauna of Fucked-Earth still boasted a most murky nocturnal ambiance all elsewhere.
INSTANTLY, HER WORLD WAS TRANSFORMED AS SHE JUST AS SOON stepped into a most magnificent warm, tropical environment, with all kinds of lush, exotic flowers and plantlife of the most stunning colors overlying the land that was spotted with wonderful, exotic forest creatures — some airborne — busily bustling about, adding slight, wondrous sounds to the atmosphere. Not a single cloud was to be seen in the sky above, and the atmosphere had a sort of brightness to it that Lina had never seen present upon the Earth she was used to. So extraordinarily bright it was, yet not in the least bit blinding. Lina had noticed straightaway how amazingly fresh the air smelled, as she thought she seemed to be reaching an exceptionally High state of being just by breathing in the air around her. She found it instantly incredible.
After an amount of time she was not aware had passed, inadvertently too shocked beyond belief to quite remember precisely what had transpired as she strolled along with her pet, Magdalena faintly muttered a few words ever-so-slowly.
“W-woww… this place… it’s soo… u-uhh… I’ve never seen… I can’t believe this place!!” Lina was utterly flabbergasted.
High above and all around the two explorers flourished an exquisite lush canopy made from leaves of the enormous rain trees standing tall before them, partly shading the two creatures from above. A generous amount of gorgeous, vivid sunlight was glimmering through recesses in the treetops aloft, the leaves gently swaying in a calm, cool breeze most exotic. Abound all about, amongst these boastful rain trees of a grandeur unparalleled prevailed peacefully countless other tropical trees and plants and flowers of so many different kinds and colors and designs. This was unique, comforting foliage the likes of which Mother Magdalena had never before seen, or at least so she thought.
Scores of various peculiar avian animals of the most honorable exuberance dotted the clear sky time and again with quick vibrant flickers, engendering a rich range of chirps and squeaks and calls that diffused throughout the air and generated a perfectly harmonized network of intimate audibility. The middling breeze drifting tranquilly through this exotic land was remarkably fresh. There were low levels of humidity in the air. No insects of any kind were present. Amid the cool forest shade, the temperature felt perfectly suitable for a typical human-being, with slight calming breezes coming to periodically blow on by.
The ecosystem of this sacred homeland seemed to be striving in complete joy and unity. Woman and serpent leisurely brushed past the flourishing flamboyance of vibrant Monstera trees, the enormous bright-green leaves bearing intricate symmetrical patterns imprinted in curious silver and white designs all over them. The splendor of vivacious Heliconias were also decorating the thick brush of this most striking secret jungle. Lady and Serpent continued to meander on through the enchanted rainforest, the woman totally awestricken, soaking up the scenery most pleasantly as the two of them stepped lightly through the greenery, the profuse colors and patterns of the undergrowth clutching their Heads in a light trance as these magnificent tropics that sprawled out as far as the Eye could see boasted a most profound vivacity just by Being, and being Observed. Magdalena Saw how perfectly harmonized this flourishing environment in fact truly was.
“I certainly can understand why you’re speechless,” said Amrita softly after a while as the two ever-so-leisurely strolled along, their Heads slowly rolling around in all directions, taking it all in, their glances glazing over all the remarkable wildlife striving so vibrantly all around them.
Striking sounds of strident, sensual birdsong merged with the surrounding area and started to coalesce with the resonance of the gracious trickling of a small Waterfall to be Heard in the near distance. Magdalena grew excited as they approached a thin, fresh fluidic ribbon wavering peacefully on through the wondrous jungle. The Mother quickly scurried up to the edge of the fresh stream upon sight of it, Eyes growing wider with each nearing stride and she came to drop quickly to her knees atop the cool bank upon her approach, posing to pucker a pout as she proceeded to purse her lips with poise, sucking eagerly against the placid fleeting rivulets.
After several sips of the special Water, Magdalena splashed some of it over her face with flawed modesty, executed with mindful rhythm several essential breaths of air most pure, then immediately thereafter took an innocent peek at her reflection in the Water. This reflexive gesture, in retrospect, had appeared to the woman to be involuntary Once she re-assessed what she had just done; she felt unconsciously compelled to see her reflection immediately following her freshening. Noticing her ignorant reflexive reaction for what it was, Lina received swift chills straight up her arms and back.
The woman was glaring down innocently at a blurry, diluted face she knew to be that of Mother Magdalena. And, as her instincts then directly informed her, she, herself was Mother Magdalena. Although in this place she somehow almost didn’t feel like herself.
In the deep recesses of her mind, as she considerately gazed down into the stream, she thought she heard the uncanny unspeakables of the almighty Solaria assert to her its most powerful articulation. And, within seconds, she figured that this was indeed so, as she slowly began to feel the golden fibers of her familiar translucence Once again wrap elegantly about her lithe frame. Once again, the Mother was revitalized, protected, and sustained.
Mother Magdalena continued to stare back at herself through the sacred Waters of this phantom riverbed as she felt lulled to a most peaceful deliberation.
Lost in deeply personal far-out thought, she was gazing down almost through her reflection. Momentarily unaware that her reflection went fuzzy to the point of unrecognition, her mind started drifting toward possible ideas of how she was to restart humanity and procreate to the utmost.
After a timeless instant, a sacred moment that seemed to fulfill her purpose, Magdalena abruptly came to as she distinctly noticed her throat flare up in menacing pain, unable to hear her own maniacal screams abruptly being released with outlandish, terrible squeals in a most high, disharmonic pitch, a staunch sound that collided distastefully with the beautiful sounds around her, surely unable to be recognized by any of her kin had they been present.
A moment later, upon being jerked back to full Consciousness, her deep thoughts having swiftly scattered all about her, a horrified, deeply disturbed Mother Magdalena saw herself involuntarily splashing her reflection below her repeatedly with a most forceful swing of her hand, wrought throughout her mind, soul, and body with post-traumatic panic and torment. Seconds later, after she had composed herself, glaring back at her was no longer the image of what she thought her Watery manifestation had just fleetingly transmuted into.
For, she had just undoubtedly seen, as her reflection, the wide-Eyed, triple-optic abstraction of the gruesome face of an alive, beheaded Fletcher Munsin glaring back at her from the pond. -MIKE EYE ⊙
SHE EXHALED A DEEP SIGH OF RELIEF AS SHE PLACED HER BACK against the reinforced door, her cool, bitter lust-muscle beating rapidly and out-of-rhythm.
In front of Magdalena was her special bed. It was queen size, made of memory foam, and decked out with darkly colored bedsheets that bore elaborate tribal designs throughout. The sheets were tattered, filthy, and had many holes in them. Lying upon the bed was the recently deceased Fletcher Munsin, Shadow of the last man on Earth, quintessence of Lachrylon, and recently reclaimed by Magdalena in an isolated part of a world now destroyed.
Throughout her lifetime, Lina had always figured she would eventually find the last of the Godheds; it was only a matter of time, she knew, before she did. Alas, she would never come to know that whom she actually did in fact come to locate was ultimately not exactly the very person she had supposed.
Eliciting a most impassioned form of temptation, an erotic display of seduction unable to be equally exemplified by even any of her favored adult sisters — the Hunters known as Hankerhawks — Lina had finally had her Wicked way with the man. After an intense fornication, an act that had in fact fulfilled her purpose, Lina had finished the man off in her brutal trademark style: castration by way of mastication.
It reeked horrendously of decaying flesh in Lina’s bedroom; she had originally planned on severing the Body parts of the man and ditching the pieces into deep-space via the ship’s toilet shaft shortly after she had committed the sanctified act. But she had become too distracted. Lina buried her nose in her dress and proceeded to take shorter, shallower inhales as to limit the amount of potent stench entering her nostrils.
At Lina’s feet was Amrita, purring louder than usual and rubbing its robot nose on her left shin. Still a tad frantic, Lina lightly kicked the android aside. “Not now, Rita,” said Lina frustratingly, “this is no time for cuddling.”
Beside the android was the soggy, gory pancreas of Fletcher Munsin that Lina had brutally extracted from the meek, maimed man, whereon revealed the curiously inscribed revelatory statement foretelling the impending catastrophe of planet Earth.
And it would seem that Lina had received this message just in time.
Amrita backed up a bit from Lina and then hopped up, almost as gracefully as a cat, onto the bed where the decaying Fletcher Munsin lay resting in torment. Overcome with an intoxicating feeling of despair, Lina dropped slowly to the floor, dragging her back alongside the door from which she still remained pressed up against. As her ass hit the ground, Lina somberly dropped her sore head to her hands that rested upon her propped knees.
The woman sobbed and tried to process through her cranial cavity everything that was happening. She noticed the radiance of her powerful dress flickering on and off. She ached all over, and the center of her forehead was throbbing in agony. She felt like she was becoming broken. And this was very unusual! she noticed to herself, as she had always been the most powerful and collected of the beings among her race.
Or so she had thought.
“There’s no way I’m the only one left on the planet” she thought to herself, becoming scared as she began considering the worst. She had no idea Fletcher Munsin and the power of Lachrylon could take away all she had spent generations creating; at least she didn’t think she did. Lina felt more than had; she felt intentionally mislead in the opposite direction.
Contemplating her predicament as she sat crying on the floor, an unusually loud mechanical meow came from the robotic cat on her bed.
”Shutup, Rita!” Lina yelled.
She scanned her bedroom briefly. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt something misaligned in it. Sensing something strange, the Mother was slowly realizing that she was starting to be confronted head-on by that familiar hostile, enigmatic force that loved to chase her, but it was enhanced exceedingly.
It loomed in her room ominously, etheric. Glaring at her face.
Again came another loud raspy meow from Amrita. Lina’s head was pounding.
”Shutup!” she exclaimed as she rose to her feet, pointing toward the android on her bed, scolding it.
And that was the moment she beheld it. The horrific vision from the nightmare she had had on the eve before the sacred seduction was playing out in her waking life. In front of her, Magdalena was baring witness to her robotic pet licking the dead man’s gruesome, severed neck whereupon his Head no longer remained attached. Lina had not beheaded the gentleman, and had not the slightest clue as to how his head had become detached from his body. As far as she could remember, the man still had his head when she had ripped out his insulin-secreting organ.
For the next five minutes or so, Lina felt a perverse lust to gawk at Fletcher Munsin and Amrita, her mouth gaping, perplexed at the display of odd conjunction before her.
Her injuries briefly grew numb.
She saw the man’s coagulated entrails slowly oozing out of his mangled lower body, and his two tourniquet-tied stubs were awkwardly poking out on either side, paying homage to her fucked sanctity.
Feeling a slight bit of embarrassment, Lina felt as though she were possessed to stare at the two, getting some kind of a sick rise out of the scene.
She was sweating.
Then it came to her. Where indeed was the dead man’s head?! She knew what had happened to his legs: she had ripped them off. But where was his Head?
Determined to find it, Lina hurriedly searched her room; in her bookshelf, in her closet, under her bed she searched. Nowhere was the man’s Head able to be found.
And then, as she was reluctantly ripping apart her bed sheets to investigate therein, Lina heard a very loud, slightly muffled shattering come from the ship’s helm through her shut door. She paused.
And her mind seemed to abruptly connect the dots before she had a chance to whip out a pen.
She didn’t have to think twice about what that noise might’ve been. It clicked. An eerie insight as to where the head may have been hiding took ahold of her.
Lina trembled as she thought to herself: No fucking way. That’s impossible.
What the f@*# actually just happened at the ship’s helm?? Stay tuned to find the f☆%* out !! -MIKE EYE ⊙
….and lest we forget…………
MOTHER MAGDALENA AWOKE AT SUNRISE, TOOK A PISS, THEN WENT to go find Al Rodnam for some Water. Since the company’s arrival at Bry Dellows, the old guru tended to wonder off quite a bit during unexpected times, and so there wasn’t any expectation for the man to implement any sort of routine into his daily doings.
The woman took pensive heed of the sprawling landscape before her that was so littered with scores of small black scraps of disintegrated wreckage, felt that now-all-too-familiar feeling of abandonment as she strode onward. This sprawling new environment was, however, a great deal easier for her to bare all-in-all, the Mother thought to herself, when weighed against the hindrance of all the huge piles of charred shit chaotically strewn about every which way as the case had been ever since she had received any divine communion with the inimitable, glorious jasper amulet of Solaria.
She spotted the old man about half a mile away and as she approached the elusive mystic she began to see him mindfully crouched upon the ground next to four long, clean pieces of still-living branches of wood that he was considerately carving small symbols into. Lina straight-away noticed, as implausible as it seemed, that the branches looked recently detached. How can that be? she asked herself. But Magdalena, having recently become accustomed to trusting her Eyes whole-heartedly, was able to shake off any doubt that gripped her as she dumbly accepted the strange Truth she now saw.
“Good Morning,” said the Mother as she approached the seasoned guru.
“Good Morning.” The man, without glancing up at the Mother, spoke those two words quietly, deliberately, the sounds of his low voice touched with a solemn candor.
“What are you doing?” asked Lina in slight wonder. “Wow, those tree branches look alive still! Such smooth surfaces…” The Mother glanced quickly all around her. “Hey, where the Hell did you find any living undergrowth around here?” the woman asked in growing astonishment.
Lina listened to near-dead silence.
“Okayy… can I have some Water?” asked Lina, at Once realizing it would be entirely useless to query any further the old man’s humble undertaking.
Al Rodnam modestly handed Magdalena his vibrantly decked gourd with one hand while continuing to keep his other hand whittling away at one of his four wooden sticks, his Eyes remaining fixed intently on his work before him. The Mother took a hearty swig. She remarked puzzlingly to herself over how there always seemed to be more Water in Al Rodnam’s gourd than it could hold; she had never before seen it empty. And it always seemed to weigh the same.
“We need to talk,” said the Mother abruptly, determinedly with earnest. “It’s been three days since we’ve holed up here, and you haven’t told me at all yet what your plans are. Honestly, I’m a bit frustrated!”
Since they had arrived at the Hollow, the Mother had constantly been thinking about her strange relationship with the old man, what it was exactly that he had been up to since they had gotten there, and how she really didn’t want to have intercourse with him at all in order to commence the procreation. But Solaria’s words would periodically storm into her head, rattling themselves in the mind of the Mother, taunting her, and, after some inner dialogues with her inner self, she so ultimately came to the conclusion that she would sleep with the old man in order to save humanity, as wretched as the idea seemed to her.
“Well, I was thinking we take a lil’ while to get used to the place, you know? Just feel it out for a little bit before we call it Home, and just continue rummaging for supplies and makin’ due best we can.”
“And our ‘procreation?’” suggested the Mother with an elongated cringe.
“That will Cum, yes, it will Cum. When the time is right, my dear.” The man paused briefly from his project, his gaze still latched onto the sticks. “Any particular reason you’re nude?” he asked the Mother curiously.
Lina glanced down at her tribally decorated, tall naked fine body to discover she wasn’t wearing her beloved dress of Solaria’s golden fibers. The woman screamed and momentarily panicked before remembering what snake-Rita had told her the previous evening. Without mentioning another word to the old guru, Lina took off in a sprint back to their campsite to locate snake-Rita, breasts bouncing about in a bounty most blissful. Lucky for her, because of how spread-out the arid terrain was at the Hollow, Lina did not have to worry about, yet again, falling flat on her face, which still remained bruised in several places.
After calling out for snake-Rita once she reached the campsite, it wasn’t long before the little sea-green creature came slinking along eagerly through the dust toward Lina.
“Heyy!” said the Mother earnestly after spotting the serpent, “Rita, what do you know about my powers?? Any more than from when you were a robot?” Lina still found it incredibly awkward to call the snake ‘Rita’.
“My memory from when I was fully mechanical is hazy to non-existent,” said the serpent in its strange low voice, rather robotically. “The fact that I have any recollection whatsoever of my days as a robot is due to my having previously somehow inadvertently singed two distinct, bizarre moments into the morphogenetic imprint of the human race, thereby making them available for recall.” Snake-Rita was as candid as could be, being just as straightforward as robot-Rita. And the snake started talking quite a bit. The Mother had to squat down to be able to completely hear what the serpent was saying, and she noticed its long yellow tongue continually sliding out the front of its mouth as it astonishingly spoke the human language with slight hisses. The serpent’s dark-green scales reflected a glossy purple tincture from the scarlet Harvest Moon that gleamed Heartily up Above with the blistering morning sunrays.
“What distinct moments?” asked the Mother inquisitively.
“Well, first off, I completely remember you, and our friendship, gladly. But as for the distinct moments, as peculiar as it may sound, the only two instances I can recall from being a robot were two occasions where I lapped up the blood from two individuals— a most-disturbing, dying headless male, and a mute, shaggy female infant, the Identities of which both entirely elude me. You see, the reason I remember these two instances, Al Rodnam helped me recall, was not just because I had somehow become Enlightened by somehow ‘tasting’ the Blood, but also because the particular male and particular female were both ‘more human than human’, and connected to each other.”
“What do you mean, Rita?” asked Lina, unconsciously knowing exactly what Amrita meant.
“I mean they were both Divine. And both remarkably similar in what my circuitry decoded as taste, even though each of my experiences were had in a different harmonic universe, and most likely, for all intents and purposes, in a different lifetime or lifetimes altogether.”
Magdalena was silent momentarily, her face flushed with Contemplation as she thought it all over. But then, as a sudden unusual breeze flew by, the Mother so coming to notice how rather erect her rather large nipples had become, the topic of her dress suddenly bore forcefully to the front of priorities for the Mother to handle, and Magdalena so found herself asking the serpent about what it had meant with its strange statement the eve prior.
“Well I had a ‘feeling’ you would be needing a nutritional, protective, high-powering recharge sometime soon,” said the serpent, almost mechanically. “Fortunately, I discovered on my own two nights ago that ever since I’ve been living in this form, I’ve become equipped with a High, arcane knowledge of exactly how and where to enter the hidden space between the third and fourth dimensions, a magnetic repulsion zone that is necessary for the sustainability of all biological life forms existing with this planet. Al Rodnam told me this Ability was embedded in the bio-neurological cellular memory of my serpentine nature.
“The sacred place of rejuvenation of which I speak is within the Hollow. I explored this concealed area for several hours yesterday and am confident you will be able to find sacred energy resilient enough to be compatible with your sanctity. Please follow me.”
Speechless, and way weirded out, her Head momentarily cocking to the side, the weakening Mother continued to follow the small serpent in a slow stony stupor. She was not completely sure she knew what the snake was talking about.
Over barely bulging banks of crispy particles of blackened cluttered rubble they trotted atop, noisily crunching their steps against the steaming Fucked-Earth, Mother Magdalena retaining steady drips of sweat about her knock-out hard body so tall and slender. It was especially sweltering on this day, definitely well above 100˚ Fahrenheit. Exceeding amounts of dusty grey scrap blew in frequent gusts with toxic, steamy, dark fumes through the ominous air, and the hot haze from the heat of the morning was diffusing into the atmosphere with its hallucinogenic sways bending the appearance of space with its hotness. There were occasional piles of ruins scattered here and there throughout the nearby land, but other than that, the surface of the Hollow was bleak, downcast.
The Mother kept on for about twenty minutes behind the sure lead of snake-Rita, coughing here and there from the air so polluted, as she trudged with her heavy boots over the hot surface, astonished that the serpent knew exactly where it was going the whole way there.
And the Mother felt compelled to ask as they sauntered along, “So… your body just feels magnetized right now? Like… its being pulled to the secret spot, is that it?”
“I don’t know, it’s weird to explain,” said Amrita in a strikingly similar manner to that of the mechanical feline voice of its robot form. “I’ve somehow managed to become instantaneously, intimately involved with a High telepathic network of collective Wisdom most archaic, most archaic indeed, Lina.”
“What kind of Wisdom, Rita”
“Wisdom imparted by the Knowledge and mindful engagement of the overlain Earth and Angelic Human organic Templar dimensional-lock systems.”
“You mean to say that Earth has a stargate system?” posed Magdalena.
“Precisely! Or, more accurately, Earth IS a stargate system” stated the serpent slyly with a slight hiss. And just as it said so, Amrita unexpectedly ceased its slinking at a location not at all different in appearance from the rest of the area in the local vicinity; in fact the spot looked just as any other space within the greater part of the whole Hollow.
“Here, at this very location, is where One of the stargates in the system is situated.”
“Right here? I don’t see anything,” affirmed the Mother.
“Yes, right here, it’s not one of the stargates that leads to other galaxies or anywhere else; in fact it leads somewhere very close-by in one sense: right into the center of this here Fucked-Earth, where there exists, flipped inside-out and rotated upwards a half a dimension, a world similar, in One sense, to the depleted surface of this here Fucked-Earth we pass over right now at this very instant… except it’s not destroyed… in fact it’s healthy, super amazingly healthy, its Highly developed governing energies not at all running like the dysfunctional mind projections of the late disgraceful surface-beings that had, over many generations, wired together a totally fucked network, a most grim, damaged subtle structuring that was part of the very root cause of the recent brutal decimation of all living systems on Earth along with the kindling of the excessively massive nuclear explosion to brusquely usher in a new epoch.”
The serpent was agile. “Yes, this special place is far less populated than the surface societies tend to get. You’ll see, it’s lush and thriving tremendously!” The snake paused, a certain vindication reshaping its tone. “But that doesn’t mean a Goddamn thing to me. Being the serpent I now am has definitely intrinsically rendered me viciously opposed whole-heartedly to extravagant expositions of green Earth trees and plants, whether in or out of the planet; the sight of them arouses a sense of nausea most intoxicating to my phantom pituitary.”
“Wow,” said Lina as she pondered it all over. Then abruptly she let out a wail. “…Hey, by the way, those “late disgraceful surface-beings” of whom you spoke were my sisters!! You may not remember who they are, but I do! I lost my whole Sisterhood, my life— just like that!!” The Mother began to break down with rapidly accumulating tear drops that kept dribbling down her sleek face with the keenest sense of loving pain.
And just then, the docile Amrita coiled itself up intently, then released itself, springing up about four feet into the air leaving in its wake vibrant flashes of light chased by glitters of colorful enchantment that conjured forth a subtley sucking vulva-like vortex with a pulsating core that bended the space-time of that small spot on Fucked-Earth into time-space.
“Follow me,” said Amrita coolly before making a giant leap right into the very center of the pulsating vortex and disappearing inside. She left a subtle rainbow in her wake.
The Mother shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly stepped into the stargate. -MIKE EYE