For Floyd the world was no more since it had no more meaning then there was only blindness and pain. He floated in the new found darkness waiting for death while all around him the opposite was happening. In each of the light clusters 3 beings took forms similar to that of the bipedal human that lay in the burnt grass. As each being formed they grew to look like Floyd but then some things changed, variations due to some inexpiable phenomena that changed each form during the transformation and the beings developed marked differences from the crying man a midst them.
The one to the north of Floyd grew the same black hair out of the newly formed head but instead of coming up lank and straight and black like Floyds'- this one's hair turned an off shade of brown and continued to grow until it fell past its shoulders and down the newly formed back.
The being to the south of Floyd grew broad shoulders like its apparent model then shrunk back into those of a smaller thinner man. whose hair was blond almost platinum. The skin went from white to a dark shade of beige before settling into a deep tan almost olive in complexion.
The last being that crouch low almost fetal in position became broader than Floyd as the skin flowed over the newly formed musculature. The skin was whiter than his other 2 companions but still not as pale as that of the struggling human in their midst.
Time passed and each of the beings now all crouching in a circle around the semi-conscious Floyd like pagans at a sacrifice. Each of the new men were completely naked. They did not move or even breath as if they did not know how. One of them sprang to his feet and promptly fell over backwards as his chest expanded and collapsed in spasms. He continued to jerk around spasmodically until he suddenly stopped and began to breath through his nose.His eyes were wide and colorless as they examined his surroundings until finally settling on the ceramic sphere that floated in the air about 4 feet above the now inert form of the human.
The thin man made garbling noises and waved around his arms at it then stopped suddenly to examine his arms. A moment passed and then the thin man was grabbing at his chest as if trying to locate something he just realized he no longer possessed. After a moment he spotted his penis and sat up so he could peer down at it.
He remained in this strange position of study- all the while taking short fast breaths.
Mars Tiryns looked up from where he crouched in his new form to consider his fellow exiles. His mind raced so fast he was sure that whatever a mind was would burn out like a.... No there was no word for it nor would any image come to this thing called a mind. He knew that the Trace would explain it all to him in a moment. This was why he continued to wait, surely the Trace would come back and explain it to him- it had always been there with him. He considered why he kept referring to himself as "He-him," but nothing formed in his mind to make him understand what was happening. The trace had warned him that the exile would change everything, he (that reference again) had no idea how far from all that he known that would mean. The logic stopped his wondering as he knew that without the Trace, he might go insane like- Mars looked at the thin man who looked down at himself and wondered which one he was.
Mars turned- his head? Yes that seemed to be the right word (word? what is word?). Stop it, he thought and before the distraction rose up he repeated the last communication he had with the Trace. "Accept whatever happens, whatever you perceive or understand or however you process the new inputs to your- (again there seemed to be no word to describe it) This was so foreign to him. With the Trace, he had always known how to understand, what to perceive, what action to take. Now it seemed he was all alone on this foreign world.
Well not completely alone, there were Kymat Geyrson and Fijbold Terakys here with him. Mars felt his head move- no this was something more local- his face- his "face"- moved into something he felt comfortable with.
Kymat probably was the "thin" man (another word that seemed correct). Kymat had 4 appendages back home.
At the thought of home, Mars sat back and looked up into the- the- the?
"Sky, Exile Tiryns. On this world in this perception it is called the sky."
Mars looked over at the Sphere.
He looked at it a long time before he realized his mouth was moving and a rumble and cacophony of "noise" was coming out from it.
"One second, Exile Tiryns. Making corrections for language and speech." The sphere communicated.
"Where are the rest of my arms!" Kymat screamed in horror and revulsion.
The one to the north of Floyd grew the same black hair out of the newly formed head but instead of coming up lank and straight and black like Floyds'- this one's hair turned an off shade of brown and continued to grow until it fell past its shoulders and down the newly formed back.
The being to the south of Floyd grew broad shoulders like its apparent model then shrunk back into those of a smaller thinner man. whose hair was blond almost platinum. The skin went from white to a dark shade of beige before settling into a deep tan almost olive in complexion.
The last being that crouch low almost fetal in position became broader than Floyd as the skin flowed over the newly formed musculature. The skin was whiter than his other 2 companions but still not as pale as that of the struggling human in their midst.
Time passed and each of the beings now all crouching in a circle around the semi-conscious Floyd like pagans at a sacrifice. Each of the new men were completely naked. They did not move or even breath as if they did not know how. One of them sprang to his feet and promptly fell over backwards as his chest expanded and collapsed in spasms. He continued to jerk around spasmodically until he suddenly stopped and began to breath through his nose.His eyes were wide and colorless as they examined his surroundings until finally settling on the ceramic sphere that floated in the air about 4 feet above the now inert form of the human.
The thin man made garbling noises and waved around his arms at it then stopped suddenly to examine his arms. A moment passed and then the thin man was grabbing at his chest as if trying to locate something he just realized he no longer possessed. After a moment he spotted his penis and sat up so he could peer down at it.
He remained in this strange position of study- all the while taking short fast breaths.
Mars Tiryns looked up from where he crouched in his new form to consider his fellow exiles. His mind raced so fast he was sure that whatever a mind was would burn out like a.... No there was no word for it nor would any image come to this thing called a mind. He knew that the Trace would explain it all to him in a moment. This was why he continued to wait, surely the Trace would come back and explain it to him- it had always been there with him. He considered why he kept referring to himself as "He-him," but nothing formed in his mind to make him understand what was happening. The trace had warned him that the exile would change everything, he (that reference again) had no idea how far from all that he known that would mean. The logic stopped his wondering as he knew that without the Trace, he might go insane like- Mars looked at the thin man who looked down at himself and wondered which one he was.
Mars turned- his head? Yes that seemed to be the right word (word? what is word?). Stop it, he thought and before the distraction rose up he repeated the last communication he had with the Trace. "Accept whatever happens, whatever you perceive or understand or however you process the new inputs to your- (again there seemed to be no word to describe it) This was so foreign to him. With the Trace, he had always known how to understand, what to perceive, what action to take. Now it seemed he was all alone on this foreign world.
Well not completely alone, there were Kymat Geyrson and Fijbold Terakys here with him. Mars felt his head move- no this was something more local- his face- his "face"- moved into something he felt comfortable with.
Kymat probably was the "thin" man (another word that seemed correct). Kymat had 4 appendages back home.
At the thought of home, Mars sat back and looked up into the- the- the?
"Sky, Exile Tiryns. On this world in this perception it is called the sky."
Mars looked over at the Sphere.
He looked at it a long time before he realized his mouth was moving and a rumble and cacophony of "noise" was coming out from it.
"One second, Exile Tiryns. Making corrections for language and speech." The sphere communicated.
"Where are the rest of my arms!" Kymat screamed in horror and revulsion.
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