Eades
05-06-07, 05:54 PM
The trees of the Red Forest seemed to press inwards as the day moved towards dusk. The sun, hovering just over the horizon lit the crimson canopy. To Eades, walking beneath the boughs, it was as if the sky was filled with glowing embers. A warning wind came rushing through the labyrinth of trees and for a moment the woman stopped in her aimless walk, grasping at the plastic amulet she kept around her neck. Her gray eyes were wary and wide, taking in every shadow as if it might strike against her. She’d walked through the Gardens of Eden once, when the shadow of night had darkened the dome and the only light was from the small halogen flashlight she’d been carrying. With the movement of the flora, inky figures seemed to dance all around her. She’d left feeling drained and tormented even though no harm had come. The Raiaeran wilderness made her feel much the same, tension seeping up her back to make the hairs on the back of her neck dance and tingle. Through the rustling of the red leaves, she could hear other noises in the background. Low groans and croaks, high chirrups, and a foreign cooing all came together in a strange symphony that she’d never experienced. For the safety of the food supply, no animals aside from cattle inhabited the Eden tower, all flora reproduction taken care of by AI units specially rigged for such delicate work. The living forest around her was alien, and for the first time that she could remember, Evangeline found herself frightened of a place.
Ducking under a low-hanging bough, she began to walk faster, her boots snapping twigs and dry leaves under her feet without care. Tall wild grass clung to the sides of her soft moccasins as she passed, burrs catching on her leggings. The forest was a beast, reaching out to grab her, nothing like the cultivated paradise of her normal terrain. Her walk turned to a run, and she was dashing through the forest, dodging curling vines, the purpled spines that edged them menacing.
I’ve got to get the hell out of here before the sun sets, she thought bitterly, her eyes again darting overhead where the canopy was no longer so brightly illuminated as cherry flames, but had begun to dim. The effect was that of blood drying, slowly oozing from a beautiful ruby shimmer into something darker, uglier. There was a murder in the sky, and she felt as if she didn’t hurry, her own would come shortly on the ground. As she rounded a large tree, her foot caught the root and she fell, rolling down a small incline. Her rather ungraceful stop came in a small ravine, against a rocky soil that scratched her forearms and dirtied her palms. On her forearm, something brittle and hard was pressing, threatening to break the skin and make her bleed. As she stood, her boots crunched on more hard places, a crunch that her mind told her belonged to sedimentary rock. A place where the oceans dried up, her mind said, telling her it was familiar. Something of home. But instead of the dry, cracking earth that she expected, she looked down to see strips of cream rocks. The smaller ones were cracking easily under her body weight, and looking at their shapes, the way they seemed to flow together, she realized with a lurch in her stomach that she was standing on bones.
Looking across the ravine, her eyes caught the sight of more bones, ribs bared higher than ancient Paris’ Arc de Triomphe. Spinal stairways followed the arches up and then down until they snapped off, only inches from the skulls that had once been attached. Human skulls her mind tried to scream before it was cut off by the more logical side. Something like a human… she realized, looking closely at the bone structures. The cheekbones seemed higher, more defined, the eye sockets a strange angle. The cavities for the ear canal seemed to be larger as well, as if the creature whose flesh had once adorned these macabre relics had been privy to advanced hearing. It was only then, with her senses opened to take in the small details that she noticed the thin vines that caressed and surrounded the bones. Blooming along the vines, in stems that all seemed to turn towards her, as if flowers could do such a thing, were pretty black blossoms.
The droid destroyed one of these before it ran… her mind reminded her, thinking back on the last sentence it had spoken. “That time, it was for free.” she whispered, letting the first words spoken in this new world float into the air. “This time, it’s up to me.”
A ripple of energy washed over her and she could feel something strange happening within her. A pull, unlike anything she’d experienced before, against not her skin or clothes, but something deeper inside. It moved beyond a physical understanding and instincts rose in her that she had imagined were lost. When the dragons erupted from the dying Earth so long ago, mankind had turned away from any Gods they might have once bowed before. Altars and churches were abandoned, taken over by the homeless and errant eccentric. Religion had never been a big factor in Eades’ life, but now she was faced with the profound feeling that if she wanted to save her soul, she should do it fast. Almost without thinking, her hand moved to her side, slipping aside the Velcro holster that housed her Last Resort. The cool iron of the crowbar felt comforting in her hand as she gripped the curved hook, brandishing the forked, flat end. The pull grew stronger, as if the invisible fingers sensed her intent, and while for just a moment she felt dizzy, as if she were spiraling away, she took a deep breath. As air filled her lungs, her solidarity returned and she moved. She pulled her arm back and then swept it forward again as she began to run through the ravine. Her steps were light and fast as she danced between the impromptu graves of elves that had been unable to fight the soul flowers’ pull. Bones snapped under her feet, a high sharp beat in a song that came from the most primal parts of Evangeline’s spirit. The need to survive was the first need a human ever experienced as it emerged from the womb. She had known this desperation as light had descended upon her for the first time out of the birth canal. She was a babe now, as the unfeeling iron swept blossoms away, as her feet came down and crushed them against the rocky soul from whence they came. As she came to the end of the ravine, she could feel that pull, that magical attack, weakening to nothing more than a mild annoyance. In victory, she rounded a corner and began to climb, scrambling up a low cliff to take her away from the patch of pretty death that was not quite completely thwarted at the bottom.
Sweating, dirty, and still reeling from adrenaline, she caught a small sound on the edge of hearing. Her legs, shaking now that her body was coming down from it’s fight and flight mode, carried her stumbling away from the ravine, closer to the mysterious roar. It was familiar and yet unknown. So many things in this place were, and she picked up the pace, the reminder that the day was nearly done springing back up when she nearly tripped over a root that she hadn’t even seen. Pushing through a flowering fern that grew taller than she was, she came to the source of the sound.
Water.
Eades’ jaw dropped, her face a picture of bewilderment at what she saw. From another set of small cliffs leading to higher ground, water cascaded downwards into a small pool. The swirling current was carrying leaves like small vessels, spiraling around until being flung to the far end of the pool. From there, a creek sputtered downwards, disappearing between long-limbed willow trees even as it began to widen into a respectable river. Falling to her knees at the bank, Evangeline dug her fingers into the sandy loam, expecting to find the tubes and wires that worked the recirculation system. Instead, she found a burrowing frog’s home. As the creature sprang up, she gasped and fell back, her eyes moving to the waterfall. After a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion and she stood, taking a graveled path to edge behind the cascade of water. Where she had been sure to find a control panel, she found only rock. She reached out, ignoring the cool battering of the water as she reached for the far edge of the waterfall. When she found only rock there as well, she stepped back, out from behind the falls. Her hand had been washed clean, the precious liquid glistening on her skin. She looked into the pool, down the path the creek took and again to the higher reaches where the cascade came from.
“New water?” she asked, to none but herself. Cupping her hands, she reached out, trying to catch some of the stream in her palms. The force by which it fell knocked most of it out, but when she brought what little managed to stay between her fingers to her lips, she greedily began to drink more. In Eden, what water couldn’t be refined for drinking went to irrigation. The water that was deemed suitable was cloned, hydrogen and oxygen atoms duplicated and fused, the moisture that came enriched with minerals and bottled. It was treated like gold, but the truth of the matter was that it tasted mostly like mud. This plentiful wellspring was taunting her with something crisp and delicious. Something that did not seem to be in danger of drying up at all. Had Earth ever been like this? The history books said so, she recalled from her school days, but looking at the wasteland of the planet, you’d never know. She looked again at her clean hand, and to the crystal clear pool that beckoned. Her mind was beginning to warp around the possibility that the robots had indeed taken her to this room called Althanas that they’d been going on about. A place without the terrible destruction of the modern Earth. A place without the need to sanction and ration out water and food. A place, her mind remarked with a mental grin, where a shower involved more than a cleansing breath of wind.
She stripped slowly, folding her tunic and bra and setting them on a fallen tree trunk. Her boots were pulled off, and her socks, her feet reveling in the cool, firm shore that ringed the pool. Her pants were peeled down, clinging to her skin as they never had before. The humidity in the air was not nearly as thick as it was in the rain forest, but in Eades’ home along the dry, sun baked avenues of Bethseba the materials of her clothes had no air moisture to deal with. Finally she stood on the shore fully nude, and released her hair from the pins and band that kept it pulled back from her face. A childish excitement of discovery rushed through her and while she wanted to take a running leap into the water, her rational mind reminded her that she’d never had the chance to swim before. Horror stories of workers who’d fallen into the irrigation tanks and drowned in the deep water surfaced in her memories. Hand in hand with caution, she took a step into the shallower reaches of the pond, gasping at how cold the water seemed to be. As she inched further in, she was shivering by the time she’d reached a waist-deep portion. Never a one to only do things halfway through, Evangeline grinned, held her breath and bent her knees. The water came over her shoulders, and then her face, the currents caressing her bare skin like an aquatic wind. She felt light, almost free and as she surfaced, she stepped to the side. Her feet left the shallow shelf and she slipped, going under in the sudden deepness that opened up so close to the base of the cascade. A panic filled the woman and she began to kick, fighting furiously against the water that was everywhere. To her surprised, she bobbed back up, gasping as her head surfaced the water. Continuing to kick her legs, she slapped at the water’s surface with her hands and when she didn’t fall back down again, she let out a soft peal of laughter. She was swimming! Rather, she thought, she wasn’t drowning. Paddling awkwardly, she began to move to the falls, and found a small shelving of rock at it’s base. There, she stood beneath the cascade, truly showering for the first time in her life.
Letting the water wash her skin clean, her breath sighing with satisfaction, Evangeline thought on lessons of the Lost Faiths she’d studied in college. Ancient texts told of a land of milk and honey, a promised land for God’s Children. Surely this was far better than that. She thought of the small slip of paper she kept in her pants pocket, her ration ticket for the week’s allowance of water. She’d been intent on trading it in before clocking in, but then the automatons had brought her here. The ancient texts told a story of a man stuck in Hell who had begged his servant, who he could see in Heaven for just a drop of water. A smile flitted to her face.
Who would have thought it would be the city’s mechanical servants that not only brought her water but had taken her from Hell, to place her in the middle of Heaven itself.
Ducking under a low-hanging bough, she began to walk faster, her boots snapping twigs and dry leaves under her feet without care. Tall wild grass clung to the sides of her soft moccasins as she passed, burrs catching on her leggings. The forest was a beast, reaching out to grab her, nothing like the cultivated paradise of her normal terrain. Her walk turned to a run, and she was dashing through the forest, dodging curling vines, the purpled spines that edged them menacing.
I’ve got to get the hell out of here before the sun sets, she thought bitterly, her eyes again darting overhead where the canopy was no longer so brightly illuminated as cherry flames, but had begun to dim. The effect was that of blood drying, slowly oozing from a beautiful ruby shimmer into something darker, uglier. There was a murder in the sky, and she felt as if she didn’t hurry, her own would come shortly on the ground. As she rounded a large tree, her foot caught the root and she fell, rolling down a small incline. Her rather ungraceful stop came in a small ravine, against a rocky soil that scratched her forearms and dirtied her palms. On her forearm, something brittle and hard was pressing, threatening to break the skin and make her bleed. As she stood, her boots crunched on more hard places, a crunch that her mind told her belonged to sedimentary rock. A place where the oceans dried up, her mind said, telling her it was familiar. Something of home. But instead of the dry, cracking earth that she expected, she looked down to see strips of cream rocks. The smaller ones were cracking easily under her body weight, and looking at their shapes, the way they seemed to flow together, she realized with a lurch in her stomach that she was standing on bones.
Looking across the ravine, her eyes caught the sight of more bones, ribs bared higher than ancient Paris’ Arc de Triomphe. Spinal stairways followed the arches up and then down until they snapped off, only inches from the skulls that had once been attached. Human skulls her mind tried to scream before it was cut off by the more logical side. Something like a human… she realized, looking closely at the bone structures. The cheekbones seemed higher, more defined, the eye sockets a strange angle. The cavities for the ear canal seemed to be larger as well, as if the creature whose flesh had once adorned these macabre relics had been privy to advanced hearing. It was only then, with her senses opened to take in the small details that she noticed the thin vines that caressed and surrounded the bones. Blooming along the vines, in stems that all seemed to turn towards her, as if flowers could do such a thing, were pretty black blossoms.
The droid destroyed one of these before it ran… her mind reminded her, thinking back on the last sentence it had spoken. “That time, it was for free.” she whispered, letting the first words spoken in this new world float into the air. “This time, it’s up to me.”
A ripple of energy washed over her and she could feel something strange happening within her. A pull, unlike anything she’d experienced before, against not her skin or clothes, but something deeper inside. It moved beyond a physical understanding and instincts rose in her that she had imagined were lost. When the dragons erupted from the dying Earth so long ago, mankind had turned away from any Gods they might have once bowed before. Altars and churches were abandoned, taken over by the homeless and errant eccentric. Religion had never been a big factor in Eades’ life, but now she was faced with the profound feeling that if she wanted to save her soul, she should do it fast. Almost without thinking, her hand moved to her side, slipping aside the Velcro holster that housed her Last Resort. The cool iron of the crowbar felt comforting in her hand as she gripped the curved hook, brandishing the forked, flat end. The pull grew stronger, as if the invisible fingers sensed her intent, and while for just a moment she felt dizzy, as if she were spiraling away, she took a deep breath. As air filled her lungs, her solidarity returned and she moved. She pulled her arm back and then swept it forward again as she began to run through the ravine. Her steps were light and fast as she danced between the impromptu graves of elves that had been unable to fight the soul flowers’ pull. Bones snapped under her feet, a high sharp beat in a song that came from the most primal parts of Evangeline’s spirit. The need to survive was the first need a human ever experienced as it emerged from the womb. She had known this desperation as light had descended upon her for the first time out of the birth canal. She was a babe now, as the unfeeling iron swept blossoms away, as her feet came down and crushed them against the rocky soul from whence they came. As she came to the end of the ravine, she could feel that pull, that magical attack, weakening to nothing more than a mild annoyance. In victory, she rounded a corner and began to climb, scrambling up a low cliff to take her away from the patch of pretty death that was not quite completely thwarted at the bottom.
Sweating, dirty, and still reeling from adrenaline, she caught a small sound on the edge of hearing. Her legs, shaking now that her body was coming down from it’s fight and flight mode, carried her stumbling away from the ravine, closer to the mysterious roar. It was familiar and yet unknown. So many things in this place were, and she picked up the pace, the reminder that the day was nearly done springing back up when she nearly tripped over a root that she hadn’t even seen. Pushing through a flowering fern that grew taller than she was, she came to the source of the sound.
Water.
Eades’ jaw dropped, her face a picture of bewilderment at what she saw. From another set of small cliffs leading to higher ground, water cascaded downwards into a small pool. The swirling current was carrying leaves like small vessels, spiraling around until being flung to the far end of the pool. From there, a creek sputtered downwards, disappearing between long-limbed willow trees even as it began to widen into a respectable river. Falling to her knees at the bank, Evangeline dug her fingers into the sandy loam, expecting to find the tubes and wires that worked the recirculation system. Instead, she found a burrowing frog’s home. As the creature sprang up, she gasped and fell back, her eyes moving to the waterfall. After a moment, her eyes narrowed in suspicion and she stood, taking a graveled path to edge behind the cascade of water. Where she had been sure to find a control panel, she found only rock. She reached out, ignoring the cool battering of the water as she reached for the far edge of the waterfall. When she found only rock there as well, she stepped back, out from behind the falls. Her hand had been washed clean, the precious liquid glistening on her skin. She looked into the pool, down the path the creek took and again to the higher reaches where the cascade came from.
“New water?” she asked, to none but herself. Cupping her hands, she reached out, trying to catch some of the stream in her palms. The force by which it fell knocked most of it out, but when she brought what little managed to stay between her fingers to her lips, she greedily began to drink more. In Eden, what water couldn’t be refined for drinking went to irrigation. The water that was deemed suitable was cloned, hydrogen and oxygen atoms duplicated and fused, the moisture that came enriched with minerals and bottled. It was treated like gold, but the truth of the matter was that it tasted mostly like mud. This plentiful wellspring was taunting her with something crisp and delicious. Something that did not seem to be in danger of drying up at all. Had Earth ever been like this? The history books said so, she recalled from her school days, but looking at the wasteland of the planet, you’d never know. She looked again at her clean hand, and to the crystal clear pool that beckoned. Her mind was beginning to warp around the possibility that the robots had indeed taken her to this room called Althanas that they’d been going on about. A place without the terrible destruction of the modern Earth. A place without the need to sanction and ration out water and food. A place, her mind remarked with a mental grin, where a shower involved more than a cleansing breath of wind.
She stripped slowly, folding her tunic and bra and setting them on a fallen tree trunk. Her boots were pulled off, and her socks, her feet reveling in the cool, firm shore that ringed the pool. Her pants were peeled down, clinging to her skin as they never had before. The humidity in the air was not nearly as thick as it was in the rain forest, but in Eades’ home along the dry, sun baked avenues of Bethseba the materials of her clothes had no air moisture to deal with. Finally she stood on the shore fully nude, and released her hair from the pins and band that kept it pulled back from her face. A childish excitement of discovery rushed through her and while she wanted to take a running leap into the water, her rational mind reminded her that she’d never had the chance to swim before. Horror stories of workers who’d fallen into the irrigation tanks and drowned in the deep water surfaced in her memories. Hand in hand with caution, she took a step into the shallower reaches of the pond, gasping at how cold the water seemed to be. As she inched further in, she was shivering by the time she’d reached a waist-deep portion. Never a one to only do things halfway through, Evangeline grinned, held her breath and bent her knees. The water came over her shoulders, and then her face, the currents caressing her bare skin like an aquatic wind. She felt light, almost free and as she surfaced, she stepped to the side. Her feet left the shallow shelf and she slipped, going under in the sudden deepness that opened up so close to the base of the cascade. A panic filled the woman and she began to kick, fighting furiously against the water that was everywhere. To her surprised, she bobbed back up, gasping as her head surfaced the water. Continuing to kick her legs, she slapped at the water’s surface with her hands and when she didn’t fall back down again, she let out a soft peal of laughter. She was swimming! Rather, she thought, she wasn’t drowning. Paddling awkwardly, she began to move to the falls, and found a small shelving of rock at it’s base. There, she stood beneath the cascade, truly showering for the first time in her life.
Letting the water wash her skin clean, her breath sighing with satisfaction, Evangeline thought on lessons of the Lost Faiths she’d studied in college. Ancient texts told of a land of milk and honey, a promised land for God’s Children. Surely this was far better than that. She thought of the small slip of paper she kept in her pants pocket, her ration ticket for the week’s allowance of water. She’d been intent on trading it in before clocking in, but then the automatons had brought her here. The ancient texts told a story of a man stuck in Hell who had begged his servant, who he could see in Heaven for just a drop of water. A smile flitted to her face.
Who would have thought it would be the city’s mechanical servants that not only brought her water but had taken her from Hell, to place her in the middle of Heaven itself.