Ensemble of Shards

{9} Take over the reality

Probably lame, coulda made it better. I just took the notion of being 'alone' .-. Whatevs, took me like a week or something :\

May 9, 4:37pm: I had been planning to make a finale for this on Day 10, but I can't just seem to drag myself to bring it about. So this will be on my to-do list which I fervently hope I will be able to complete someday. The prerequisite of this was Day 7, which no one ever guessed.

powered by: A small talk at the back of beyond, a computer game by scriptwelder which is to CRY for, Gravity the movie, which is to CRY for too and gained a place in my favourite movies bc of all the philosophical outer space-y games I've played, my vast astronomical background, and The Fault in Our Stars c:

Legend:

Her thoughts | Matt/unknown | Her typing

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I wake up to a monotonous beeping noise. I blink; currently I have no recollection whatsoever of why I am here. Then I spot a circular window, try to rub my eyes just to feel the straps fastening me down to the wall. Or up. Whatever direction. I unclasp them off one by one. First, the one holding back my chest and upper arms; the one on my waist, next the straps on my knees, and finally the ones around my ankles. And I float away from the wall. It doesn't really matter if I float away slowly, at least I'll get more time to think. Instinctively, I manoeuvre myself toward the window not unlike a cruise ship's. I peer into it.

Millions and millions of stars blink back at me, along with planets systems binary stars nebulas supernovae white dwarfs black holes. They stretch out like an infinity, and move as my ship moves. And I wonder, was our universe created to be infinite as God is or did He orchestrate some end to it? We may never know--I of course, this tiny speck in distant solar system somewhere, will never know. That brings me back; where on earth-I must get rid of this colloquial slang-am I?   

Now, three things I must do: 1. Find out why there is the beeping; 2. Find out where I am, and 3. Eat some food. After making that up, I push myself off from the window to the switches where the beeps are emanating. Probably just a mendable malfunction, I tell myself as I hover near the controls.   

Agh, bugger these buttons! I've exhausted all the options I can think of. At least, now I can get to ask the artificial intelligence for assistance. It has stayed quiet since I woke up, as our training protocol is not to become dependent on the AI. Anyhow, I am fond of its company, and I even called it Matt because the AI sounds like a Matt. But this time, I've turned of its voice as it makes me feel lonelier than I already am. It turns on after I tap it, and words blink. A smile escapes from my lips as the rest of the keyboard lights up.  

Hello, Polaris. Is there anything I can do for you?

Hi, Matt, it's nice to meet you! :) How courteous of you to ask. 

Thank you. What can I help you with, dear?

Tell me, what is the source of the mysterious ticking noise? It's kind of... catchy...

Ticking? Don't you mean beeping?

Yep. It was just a line from a really, really old vid. Harry Potter Puppet Pals.

I see. Well, I happen to have written a 196-page Sherlock fanfic while you were asleep. Do you want to read it? 

Really?! It must be quite sublime. But... the beeping noise is getting on my nerves. Sorry Matt. I'll get to it later. Can you please try and turn it off?