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The Cycle of Insanity: Chapter 1:The Cycle of Insanity Chapter 1:
What Man Does Not Know.
This is an expansion of my original stand-alone story ‘The Name Of the Human’ that was originally written in the Protoss perspective. This online novel employs the Terran perspective instead.
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It was in the oblong, misshapen, spiral of times, when seconds were minutes, when minutes were hours, and hours were days that these events occurred. It was when the tide of burden smashed against the already eroded beach of luck. It was when blood dripped from my arms, and my eyes saw only red, but no pain was felt. It was when I met him, my enemy.
I was suffering insomnia, alone, no one with me, no one to talk with me. When you have insomnia you are never truly awake, nor truly a sleep, you lapse in out, you eyes refuse to shut, you eyes refuse to open, they have a mind of their own.
I had spent the better portion of a year in my monastery, alone. Surrounded only by my books, I awaited salvation; from an enemy I had never met nor fathomed, the Zerg.
It was one of those summer days when the moon refused to dawn, when the sun basked in all its unbearable, burning, glory. It was when no sanctuary from the heat could be found, when all one’s eyes, can only beg to see no more, that he came.
Some may say that I am insane, but what is insanity? Premonitions without the backing of acuteness of the senses? Homicidal rage? I ask what is insanity, is it just one or all of these?
I had heard a creak. Not a creak, a whisper of a creak. I saw an evil man coming but he was not human.
I was already armed.
He was coming, I did not know why, I did not care. but he was. It took days before he arrived and each second made my skin boil, but did I not tell you that seconds were minutes. and hours were days? Sweat dripped against my moist skull, my hair tingled and danced, and as I walked. Each strand, swiveled, each cluster smashed against the sides of my head. My breath was hard, my nostrils spewed air and sweat, each in plentiful supplies. My tension rose, my back tingled, and each of talons were ripping against my flesh to end the torment.
Am I insane?
My mouth spewed uncontrollable laughter, mingled with odd words of courage or valor. My ears rang; each of his footsteps was like the smash of a boulder hitting a gong. My clothing rippled, and smoothened as I lapsed out of sleep, and into consciousness. My spasmodic moves made me fall to the floor, and there I stared. I saw through the grid of the roof, the auroras.
The curse of this planet was its matron. Scientists say the auroras are a natural, beautiful phenomena, but I know better, they are the scream of the dying orbital star. Each spring through autumn night the dying orbital star, laid out its screams, each colored ray shouting the suns agony. Each ray breeding its message..
... Help me… Help me…
It wanted death, it wanted out of watching the inhabitants of her stolen, sponsored planet, killing each other each night. Plague, and Disease it was immune to those forms of death, only old age was its remaining natural cause of death. It only watched peacefully asking for euthanasia, asking for mercy.
I lied on the floor contemplating the sun’s message, and wondering how could I help it, something awoke me; the spiral of time fell back into alignment.
"Hello, terran." The creature said.
I stood up, looking at his oddly formed face, wondering how did he say that without a mouth.
"I am a.telepath, I am um um um.sending this message directly to your mind. I uh.I uh .uh I mean you no harm..."
A wise man once said, "What man does not know, he fears, what man fears he hates, what man hates, he refuses to understand, what man can not understand, he destroys. When man destroys he fears it even more."
In each of his fragmented stanzas, I sensed confusion. He was starting the vicious cycle, he was confused about me. No matter, I already was scared shitless of him. I would soon hate him, just as he reached fear of me. When he can no longer fear me, I would refuse to understand him as he refuses to understand me. I would already be bent on his destruction. and then I could fear him once again, and he could do nothing.
I soon reached an understanding of the folly of my free thoughts, he was a telepath.
"Hmm, what are you contemplating?" His message came with confusion; he knew I was scared of him, and I was starting to hate him. No, I must stop thinking about him. I must think of something to conceal my thoughts, something calming, something not derived of hate. A Book.
It wasn't long before his greedy mind was prying through my open mind, reading in on Sir Arthur's adventures in Camelot. I hated his mind ripping through my thoughts; but as I read he already feared me, fearing my power of the written word. He was illiterate, I concluded, I was superior.
He questioned me about myself, and I asked every question I could think of about him, what better way to conceal hatred with false enchantment? After I finished bombarding him question, as a young boy asks his father, he asked me one question, and another, and another.
"What was that thing?"
"A book, "Camelot"."
"What is Camelot?"
"A place in England."
"Where is England?"
"To tell you the truth, I don't even think it exists anymore."
"Then that 'book' must be very old? Is it about a place on your home planet of your people?"
"I think."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Well, I'm not really sure, I don't know anything about my world, besides its just fiction"
"How can you call it fiction, it was the tale marking the fall of anarchy and unity of tribes, it was the start of monarchy government, it was. "
"It was fake alright, made up, god" Hatred kicked in. I just destroyed his fantasy.
"God?"
"Just leave me alone"
That ended our round of questions; the cycle was spinning just as time spun its web.. As night finely fell, we were even; we were both consumed with hatred for each other. I had lost my head start, but I had a plus, I was superior to him. That night I slept like a baby, no, babies didn't sleep this well. I had found out why I slept so well, fear. I had a new reason to life, a reason to end my insomnia I had already contemplated why he should die, to keep me in FEAR.
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