Cosmic Ascension

CH 12: Wordplay

After an unexpectedly fascinating shower, Noah experienced a sudden surge of vitality throughout his whole being, feeling truly alive after who knows how long.

For the first time in perhaps centuries, he had eaten something that wasn’t some weird giant animal that he didn’t even know if it was safe to eat or not. Even though it wasn’t the food he had hoped and dreamed of consuming once he had finally made his way to proper civilization, it was still civilized food nonetheless. Then lastly, he had a bath in a civilized bathroom without having to move ice cubes from the frozen zone to the superheated zone and doing more manual labor than he wanted.

And to top it all off— there were people other than the voice in his head surrounding him now.

However, what was the most beautiful thing in all this one would wonder? It would definitely be the fact that he was wearing clothes! Real and authentic clothes and not just some fur that he wrapped around his body! How amazing was this? Though it was a shame to hide his body from the eyes of the uncultured masses, he was sure that they could still appreciate him even with his veiled appearance. He was just that awesome.

The attire he currently wore comprised dark blue spandex, featuring crotch padding to prevent any awkward exposure. Leaving aside its unique fashion, the attire demonstrated an impressive ability to regulate temperature efficiently; furthermore, it freed him from any sense of confinement, as though he was not wearing any clothes at all. It was a great piece of clothing, an invention of technology from advanced races of deep space most likely.The amplitude of movement was quite large and the feeling of freedom was omnipresent. It was perfectly fitting for Noah in a sense… since he was used to not wearing any clothes and these clothes allowed him to have the same feeling while covering him up and providing him with warmth and safety.

At the end of the day, after getting food, shelter and clothing, what more could a man ask for?

Sure, everything wasn’t perfect per se. The current scene was a little… Well, let’s say it was completely different from everything he had dreamed about when he imagined how his return to civilization would be.

The food was filling but utterly tasteless and it was not in the metaphorical sense. He had spent more time nearly torturing himself with the shower than showering and the people who surrounded him wanted to kill him at a moment’s notice.

As for the clothes, while he certainly was relatively happy about not having his appendage swinging in the air whenever he did as much as move, and his feet were not being cut by ice shards at practically every instance, the way those clothes stuck to his skin was a bit disturbing. No matter how light they were, it didn’t change the fact that they were tight as fuck.

However— one should always see the good side of things, right?

This was the only thing that helped him keep his sanity during his long stay in this silent deadly world full of things that wanted to – and actually managed to – eat him on a regular basis.

— Ahem.

‘Yeah, I know, sorry. Got sidetracked a bit there. Time to focus.’

This was a bad habit he would have to fix later on. His mind liked to wander around when there was a lull in his activities. Consequences of staying silent with no reason to actually open his mouth other than to wolf down food.

He sometimes had to force himself to talk out loud regularly just to avoid having his body adapt to the lack of necessity for the larynx and evolving in a way that he would never be able to talk.

He loved speaking after all. Even if it was only to hear himself speak. The universe would face a loss if no one could ever hear his lovely and mesmerizing voice.