Charters to the Kingdom of Dark Pain

On top of a skeletal steed I am ridden into the dark land beyond

Clouds clip the sky with clasping suffocating dreads

Many of the the folk here do not take kindly to strangers, but they know me

My skin takes on a translucent almost bubble like glimmer, but it’s not a positive thing

It makes me stand out, be called summoned by the king of this land

A not unkind King, in a way. He treats his subjects well.

I’m approaching his thrown of bones, his knights and dames surrounding him

Like every little detail I remember, they are always slightly different, like a beach on a new day

Grey concrete 

The grounds of the places

Walking lonely like a lost little sole

Unsure of myself and others

I’m a wanderer really

Lost in this great grey game

Bricks and metals cold and icy rain

Grey trees, bear leaf

I’m not in grief 

Implying I have lost

How can you loose what your never sure you had

The past is a dream 

Concrete 

Gray and lonely, slowly slowly going mad

Then that hate

Red and stright 

First and fists

Down and smelt

The fire won’t start

I’m given a chance 

I pick up a bit of your broken pieces 

I’m armed 

Fighting for my life

Then escape

Grey concrete, never seemed so full of color 

Pushing inside out

Up upon the valley

   ( Soft skin.)       Light taste lack.

Control gone to sleep

            Impulse hillside

    Making.          Instead of the night.

Wanting inside. Wanting inside. 

        Tougher was the strength.

Demands.           / Anger. /  Regrets.

Change and change and change.

     Touching.    

Holding together in the answers.

       //drowning// 

However

    ///feeling loss///  of the time///

Black noises. 

New time. Is it good? When, when?

Hiding from the same thing. 

      ///! Petal /// 

Orange juice. 

An official affliction

Inside. I’m not sure.
I can’t help.
I know it’s there.
I’m foggy and hurt, stranger in my home.
Pain enters my nerves like poison.
Blue sky’s I never see.
Just a window and a bed.
I’m never seeing another children’s head.
They. They. Saying another day.
I’m not sure there is one.

Discordant keys

Volunteer your discordant keys

 

A set of bloody maul

 

Trumpeting the local call

 

Befriending only whiskey colored clouds

 

Despite these loud crowds

 

Surprise and respite disjoint the thoughts inside

 

Lonely, mountain cries

 

Flowers in two colors in the winds

 

Send them in, send them in.

Sams diary: Douglas day one, part one

Today was a purple dress day. I love purple. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s something from Earth. Maybe it’s from when I was on Mars at some point, but I remember most of that. I was 5 when Dad and I moved to Mars. It’s another day I wore purple. I like to keep purple for special things, new things, things that only happen once in a while. Purple is lovely, happy, powerful and above all I like it.

I put some little purple bangles in my long hair and even my purple wrist computer. I don’t seem to need it anymore since I started to get these Darkcaster powers, but I don’t want what happened on Mars to happen here. I didn’t know I was doing it back then, now I do and know how to stop it if I want to. I decided that today I would go put my feet forward and explore. So I did.

It wasn’t long before I found a park. It’s pretty easy to find one because everything is signed here. Not like Mars at all. I let myself wounder the garden. Feel the breeze in my dress. Watch the flowers get pollinated by real bees!
Not Mars bees, but real ones! I almost got stung! I was so shocked.
Later on,
I threw myself on the ground and looked at the blue sky. Douglas has of course no real sky. The sky is a roof made of LEDs that can project any image. In an Emergancy it will display information, as long as there is power of course. Generally it’s sky, clouds, stars. All from Earth. The sky is from near Islington, or so the local network told me when I thought about the question.
That’s getting a little annoying, actually. I would think something in the past and look it up. Now it just appears in my head like magic. I can’t get everything though. Some things need pass codes, genetic locks, or even really difficult formulas with DNA codes and Jobs equations in them.

Douglas

Spirals swirled above as Sam sat looking out towards the stars. Not blinking, just moving slowly, effortlessly above her head making her effortlessly dizzy. Acrid smoke filled her lungs. Any second now another explosion would happen and Sam would die. The Vacuum of space took no prisoners.

The movement of muscles now impossible due to what little strength she had bringing bare another breath of oxygen. The vapors grew stronger.

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A spotted sleek and heavy skirt fitted neatly on her waist. The first day aboard a new station. So good they called it Douglas the song had said. So good they had no real activities for a eight year old. Yet Sam would not complain. Douglas was big, although dirty and it might be fun to explore its vastness. They had yet to really cater for younger people. Douglas was new, mostly empty save for the space port and the internal structure. It was a hollowed out metal based asteroid, used by many as a way station between the Earth, Mars, the asteroids and the stations beyond. Replaced the old station, called Keynes. A horrid construction left from the last system war.
Douglas was hopefully better than living on Mars. No more hiding under meters of rock at the Messa or feeling like your always being followed by natives in Catacarras. The station Douglas was filled with Earthings, like her. A few Martians, a couple of Cyborgs and Androids, and now her. Her Dad had told her she had a wonderful gift, and he knew those on Douglas who could help her learn to use it.
Mars had turned conservative and backwards over the last few decades. There were whispers that people like Sam had been hunted in parts. They talked of it, her father had protected her. His position made it possible, they moved from the Messa to the city of Catacarras when one like her had been found dead on the streets.
A new species some said, but the scientist that dad had consulted told her that it was an old gift. One that had been hidden in her bloodline, or just happened. To those without the gift it was magic. Technology seemed as good as magic when it was sufficiently advanced. Those whom could access the darknet without a junction box or a cyborgs implants? The Japanese had a name for it, but Sam had not heard it said aloud. She preferred her name, the Darkcaster.

The darknet, so called is and was a system wide network of machines. All cyborgs and implant wearers could access it, all with a terminal had access. It was full of old and new technology. Things from Earth where Sam had been born, things that had been invented. There were free AI on the darknet, some friendly, others dangerous, kept in check with technology and by those cyborgs who had the fastest skills. Darkcasters like Sam could access it without a terminal, a ability that would appear unnatural. She didn’t know how she did it, but she could access books, information, data, programs, everything she could imagine. Her dad had taught her to control it, somewhat when it had first emerged on Mars a whole year ago.
She remembered it starting. Dreams of fantastical things, places on Earth, Mars, beyond she had never seen.
She knew the answers to her teachers questions as soon as they where asked. She knew her way round every house and place, never got lost. She knew secrets of people she met, and sometimes she accidentally let them out. Dad had found out when she quoted all the different elements in the periodic table there ions, and even a new one whose discovery was only just confirmed.
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