he remembered having once reflected upon the possibility of humans living like humans. there might have been a chance. some tribes had once truly believed in a pre-existing being, incomparable to anything real, endophoric to creation. an ironically centring exophora. this sole idea had made it possible to act humanely. they had feared the consequences of their injustices even if they were all essentially forgetful beings. some had lived hoping for an afterlife reward for their good actions. a few believed their lives were presents and followed a path set by their tenacious wills to be decent people.
an originator of duality and contradiction, possibility and opposition? modern notions of history and science din t seem to allow for such an entity.
the fleeting idea of a being setting everything in motion or even surveying the unfolding of events in the universe was made more approachable by the existence of messengers; some were charlatans, others were unveilers.
our boy, though, was of a third kind. No categories could really be applied to him.
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I like it! What is it for? Who is "our boy"?Please, write a bit more!
lovely piece you wrote, I´m not sure to butt in it, but you should keep doing it
I have found it really interesting. You should keep doing it.
In a compelling need for survival humans displayed long forgotten apotropic incantations to no avail.
Too late to ward off the barren and feral torpor settled in their minds. Not only were they vacuous but also disaffected plunderers.
The boy wasn´t either welcomed or banished, worshipped or loathed, not even noticed. Marooned in time and hidden in scarred frozen layers.
that s it! keep writing. that s it keep pushing! yeah yeah yeah! I can see the head! push push push! you just gave birth to a lovely rosy-cheeked 10 pound paragraph!
Really brilliant what you wrote.It will be a pity if you don´t go on!It would be a pleasure reading another 10 pound paragraph!
Disguised by law, the reassurance provided by rites nested their delusional existence.
And the boy waded through his path across the drowsy maimed human world as if he were to confess I am a crippled myself, I was culled by the written word, as if he were to admit I just fallowed the rules and yielded to compliance. I would trade out your penance for uncharted spoken wisdom.
And humans anointed the boy as upholder.
WOW!!!
I suggest you explaining "their desilusional existence".
I also would like to know about our boy´s daily routine.
You can´t stop writing now!
Way back then, humanity had lost its memory and was at the mercy of the rites. Rites are based primarily on fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly the wish to feel that you have a kind of father who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes.
Fear is the basis of all things: fear of the mysterious, the fear of defeat, the fear of death....that,s why humans believed the boy was an upholder.
Vestiges of an ancient past remaind in Aubrey D. Grey´s mind. For as far back as he could remember, humans were unable to see the world as it was and not to be afraid of it.
The fear of death made the charlatans guilty of the rites. They wanted to see in heaven the metaphor of immortality and the rites provided them the way to achieve life afterlife.
The fear of death made the unveilers guilty of science, that was the age of Techno-inmortality. A breath of eternal life sprouted in the distance, where the ashes of death would never grow and the wonder of immortality would be created.
(S.E.N.S) Strategies for Engineered Negligible Senescence, was the name Aubrey D. Grey gave to his proposal to research regenerative medical procedures to repair all the age-related damage in the human body, thereby maintaining a youthful state indefinetely.
The man of the future would be able to connect himself to a clone, built with his own stem-cells, and ,by fibre optics tied to his spinal cord, he would be able to upload data , programs of knowledge or memory, and he would be liberated from his mortal shell, pouring the contents of his brain into another "human machine".
He was the man of the future, alone among the human species, he was really an ancestor.
He didn't worship the ruins, he didn't want to impress anyone, no plans, no ads, no strings attached. He freely did the task that had imposed itself, as if he were guided by an invisible star.
A good world - he thought - needs knowledge, kindness and courage, it does not need miserable sinners or cold, souless scientists, but rather a fearless outlook and a free intelligence.
The boy was also, a legacy of those days.
For this humanity enslaved by fear, the boy could be a perfect weapon. They had no precise idea that he could be their enemy.
It didn´t matter for the time being, because fear is the parent of cruelty which can even destroy what it loves most.
In spite of the heedfulness inherited,despite the fact of having knewn other upholders, who needes to dissappear, the first time Aubrey D. Grey met the boy he had no choice but to recognize his charm.
Upon the forgetful crowd,the boy seemed to sing a new song, although he repeated again and again the first sound.
The future was just a vast memory. A million years are identical to the buzzing of an insect.
Fear may result in wisdom if you overcome it.
Knowledge,kindness and courage...that´s a good recepit!
The original post has been changed.There is a lack of poetry in the new one.The other was much more better.
In a draught of wind, a distant cautionary knell came closer and grasped those dissembler creatures, for neither were diffident humans tainted by brittle qualms, warring stealthy emotions that died down into dun shades.
Be that as it may, the onus is in you.
Attritional chagrin chiselled his countenance
I'm glad we started this communal writing thingy. It's brilliant!
what sort of task did the boy impost himself?
what about the relationship between Grey and the boy?
please, go on!
the spell is in the writer, where are you? get time, give yourself time, come back!
I´m just reading. I enjoy every paragraph,although the level is upper mine.I´ll never be able to write that way!
He shuddered, his destiny seemed to him disturbing.
- "The onus is in you"- The boy had said.
Aubrey closed his eyes, he could no longer picture Eve´s face as well as he would like, the recollection of those days perturbed him, but he remembered one moment perfectly: her head on his chest, and his arm around her waist, and the feeling of their fingers interlaced so that he had to concentrate to tell which fingers were his and which were hers, and he couldn´t concentrate anyway because the light tipped her soft hair with brightness, her hair which smelled so amazing....
She looked at him, her eyes were essentially clean, like water or wind, and her look shone like light on the waves.
He recalled their last conversation through a warm haze of nostalgia and regret. How far away it seems now, he was telling to her:
-"The device, files and programs you stole for them, you shouldn´t do what they want to do, they want to make souless machines, weapons, if you just create their work, you´ll be nothing but a common thief rather than a responsible scientist".
-"What do you want me to do with them?- Worried she asked.
_"If you have to make it work...make a person,a child, a girl, a boy... someone you can love, and take care of, and get angry at, and fight for or fight with. Don´t just make a tool or a toy and maybe you can redeem what they are trying to do".
- "But" -She hesitated- "I don´t know, alas, if the algorithm from that device would support the complexity of human thought..."
"I´ll take it"-She decided at least-"I´ll try to..I promise you...,I´ll do it".
The boy was, to all appearances, a twenty-something year old boy, with an air of naiveté, with something like the glee of a child in a swing. He could perfectly pass for human. His skin was formed from a polypropylene web, the subcutaneous processor network bled enough heat to make his skin warm. The boy was beautiful, his facial structure was designed in a way that was, from his point, almost hard to look at. His face had an halo with a luminous innocence too perfec to be entrely sincere.
His body looked terribly fragile. That fine fragility was a delicate latticework of innocence and resolution.
When Aubrey came into the room he was staring dreamily out the window and he couldn´t help feeling a passing affection for the scene, a kind of tenderness... It was probably the first time in his life that he had ever felt so bewildered.
The boy looked at him, his eyes were essentialy clean, like water or wind and his look shone like light on waves.
You wrote a fine flashback!Great!
THE LAW
1. Human realm is ONLY for HUMAN beings
2. NO OTHERS than humans shall live amidst humans
3. Those who BREAK THE LAW shall be CONSEQUENCED BY THE COVEN
The law protects us. It is our duty to enforce it.
According to it,the boy would be an out-law.Must he carry away the fault of the others?
Who is guilty and what's the sin?The law protetcs us.What from?
The wheel of habits weighs too much, spins along impregnable, embedding its worm inside the humans' heads
“You have been declared contumacious, doctor” averred the pontiff.
“You defiled our existence, once by time and ancestors consecrated life. No one is beyond good and evil”
Riven by termagant resentment, votaries' roving eyes sidled away, indulging the preacher
Dour bits of windswept memories push forward for a way out from their recesses.
Long gone ago humans pawned their lives in exchange for dull solace. People begun to vanish and were replaced by those contrivances, and they liked, we liked, prepossessing as they were, them to be us and we to be them.
They were created as our own reflection, within them grew and waxed men’ foibles and dastardliness.
But we stood still, outwardly slumberous and in the innermost reified.
The plot thickens. It´s really interesting. Cowardice is even worse than fear.Those who consider life, feelings , faith a routine are perverse.Did any human wake up, react?
Writer, quit the job, dump the boyfriend and focus! At once.
The one that was pushing is now withdrawing.
The cadence is up to the writer. If you dislike it don´t read.Definitively, I´ll encourage the author to carry on.
anonymity...
what a formidable creative weapon!!!
In the watches of the execution, fired by the throbbing grim singsong of the banshee, the esurient rabble cherished the idol.
Her regret was stern in coming, quaquaversal spoof leaden with remorse.
Festering bile stormed Eva and gave her heart to confront her creation.
-Save him!
-Are the scraps of transient prick rankling you?
-Under the guise of being the pontiff, he’s at your mercy. You have mesmerized them without so much as letting them fawn you. What’s the aim of this moot farce?
- Whatever my intentions are, they are innocuous, for you have the power to counteract my influence.
- I would a thousand times rather be lashed to the bone than disclosure your nature.
-No one wins without once giving in. You have learned much now, and when the time come, you shall make a better boy.
Time waters down bitter endings, and more so than ever at times of sickness at ennuied hearts
I´ve been reading this story right from the beginning, and I´ve found it very interesting.
I encourage the writer to carry on!
Although I find it hard to follow, I enjoy every paragraph I read!
It´s an excellent way to learn not only grammar but also vocabulary!
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