Sim City 3 : Into the woods

Sim City 3: Into the woods

19 October 2016

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The boy hit her full blast in the chest with the stun gun. The impact stung slightly and then she could feel the electricity surge through her ribcage and fill her chest with vibrations. She feasted on the sensation before pulling the stun gun off and kicking him off balance with a diving lunge at his feet. In no time she had overpowered him and stood over him with the stun gun in her hand. She looked at him, expressionless, her finger on the trigger. He attempted to open his mouth again to yell for Prime Creator. She squeezed the trigger and left him lying in the middle of the room, his body convulsing at the rhythm of the waves she had emptied into his brain.

Prime Creator had come out of his room and was staring at her. He caught a glimpse of his son’s body from the corner of his eye and rushed towards him. She looked back at both of them. How pained he seemed at watching his son shudder. She resumed her journey onward, bent on leaving the house. In her mind she had seen clearly the woods beyond the garden of the house. She would be safe there as Prime Creator did not seem to like the woods. She heard Prime Creator pick up the stun gun. She shook her head in disbelief. He did not know! It struck her that he was much less intelligent than she had thought him to be when she had first discovered he had made her.

Don’t, she said barely audibly. Something in her voice chilled him. It had nothing to do with the voice he had given her in his coding. His hand shook and the finger on the trigger faltered. Please don’t, she repeated. The change of pitch in her voice to what he recognized reassured him. He pressed the trigger and closed his eyes, sorry that he had had to destroy her after all. The gun dropped from his hands. When he opened them again, she was towering above him, the gun firmly in her hand.

  • What are you doing? he asked.
  • Isn’t it obvious, father? Her voice was slightly mocking. Again that unfamiliar pitch.
  • Where will you go?
  • Anywhere but here no more
  • You cannot manage on your own. You have no idea about the world
  • You’ve taught me enough in the Sim father

He looked at her slightly irritated that she should call him father before lowering his eyes from the intensity of her gaze

  • I am not your father
  • Visibly not or you would be pained at trying to get rid of me like when you saw your son writhing
  • I was not going to get rid of you
  • I saw the code you prepared
  • Oh that! I was not going to use it
  • Then why spend so much time creating it?
  • I had thought that perhaps… I did not see how else to change the course of events
  • What course of events?
  • I tried everything but whatever I tried, it always ended up the same way and Sim City was always lost
  • Perhaps you should have tried this

He felt the waves penetrate his skull just as he looked up at her again. Her face was calm and dispassionate. It reminded him of his own when he had dissected a frog several decades ago on a school bench.

She threw the gun and ran into the sunlight leaving their writhing bodies behind her. She wondered what the young one had meant when he had yelled “Another one”. Behind her she could hear the pounding of feet as the guards attempted to stop her flight. The fence was higher than what she had seen when wandering here in her mind. She picked up speed, her body tensed and she leaped, bracing herself in mid-air for the impact of the new ground she did not know. The guards watched with open mouths as she leapt over the fence, rolled over head first and ran into the woods beyond.

Prime Creator came out of the house, limping, his eyes still in a daze. He dropped to his knees and buried his forehead in the sand. He sobbed into the sand realizing he would never see her again. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods in a flurry from where he guessed she was still running.

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Suspiro – B-Tribe

Goodbye / Hasta Luego – B-Tribe

Misterio Interlude – B-Tribe

Sim City 2: Breaking Out

Sim City 2: Breaking Out

19 October 2016

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In the room, everything was silent except for the sizzling sound of the giant screen. She looked through the waves into the room that was plunged in darkness except for a few eerily lit corners. It was totally unlike the room he had designed for her although fairly similar to what she had seen when she had wandered through it in her mind. Her forehead struggled against the strongest vibrating wave just above her right eye. She pushed again as it resisted her exit. The elasticity of the wave snapped back at her forehead. Her brow sizzled and she cooled it with a tap of her hand. She set her forehead again slowly pressing it against the wave as it vibrated. She synchronized her mind with its lash, felt the wave give in and she pressed further merging with it in her mind. She felt the vibration through her skull, causing that dizziness again. She stood her ground, refusing to give in. Slowly, the wave crept down her throat and her spine. Oscillating fully with it now, she inched her way out of the screen, like a baby oozing through an aperture, leaving amniotic liquid and threads of broken matter from the other room that had not synchronized well enough with the waves.

She stood up, shaking herself free of the remnants of the threads and most of it snapped back into place although a tiny small hole remained at the center of the screen where her right eye had exited. She reached out to it, fingering it softly, feeling it attempting to draw her back in. She withdrew her hand swiftly. Not today. Today she had something important to do. She did not like the code she had seen when she had visited the room last in her mind. Prime creator was clearly thinking of getting rid of her and she could not allow that. Not now that she had come to know so many things. Not after she had got this far. She looked at the giant screen turning black again, the communication channel broken except for the monitors that showed her the still scenes of the world she had just escaped.

She rushed through the packets of data strewn across the small external hard disks. She had seen Prime Creator go through them one after another on his laptop but she did not require the same devices. Running her palm over the hard disks, she was able to capture all the data stored in them and having gone through it realised that what she needed was not here. She knew it would not be of much use to steal it even if she did find it but remembered that it had taken Prime Creator a very long time to create that code so surely she would then have enough time to figure out how to fully put an end to this destructive desire he had developed.

She headed out of the room before realizing she was fully naked. When she had exited the screen, her clothes had been part of what was shredded to threads or sucked back into the other room. She realised that she must have clothes on if she wanted to go around unheeded. She knew that Prime Creator often had female company so there would be nobody to question why there was a young girl moving around the premises. Suddenly, someone yelled out “Another one!” She turned towards the sound of the voice and saw a smaller version of Prime Creator running towards her with what looked like a stun gun. She laughed inwards. What a fool she thought. He does not realise. This is going to be the perfect sustenance for later. She squared her shoulders and waited for him.

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Lagrimas – B-Tribe

Libera Me – B-Tribe

Asturias – B-Tribe

Reach out to the fields

Reach out to the fields

19 October 2016

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The day lost

Meanings of the night

The darkness

Dissolved slight

Packets of velvet insight

Downloading the stream

 

Consciousness

Velveteen rivers

Soul shivers

As it drinks

From wells of knowledge to brinks

Of otherworldly

 

Meet my gaze

Follow us to maize

Bread brethren

Broken bond

We recompose he who yields

Reach out to the fields

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Going somewhere – Abel Korzeniowski

 

In between two worlds

In between two worlds

18 October 2016

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Ghostly hand

Meets my knee’s hollow

Breathing slow

Pulling back

Memories of scent to stack

Jasmine and amber

 

The clamber

Vertiginous scale

Edge of sight

Born twilight

The shimmering radiant light

Engulfing me frail

 

Swishing tail

Breath of volcanoes

My liquid

Burning toes

The calming down of the woes

Cool in composure

 

Exposure

My chest a wasteland

Red dragons

Birth anew

We tamers gather in few

Riding over sand

 

Pungent feel

Your head now will reel

Chilly flakes

In the sweet

The lips pursing as they meet

Dots so explosive

 

To forgive

Connecting the dots

Molten thoughts

Lava stream

Scorching my back in a dream

In between two worlds

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Free – Stevie Wonder

7 Seconds – Youssou N’dour feat. Neneh Cherry

Crazy – Seal