Revelations III

“Existence has its own order, and that no man’s mind can compass, the mind itself being but a fact against others.”

Holy shitdick, you fucking got one. Perfect.

Yeah dude. Fuckin Mesta. Came through.

Lu was feeling around to get the thing opened, with a dizzy grin below wide eyes. God watched him get frustrated in three seconds and borderline enraged in six.

What the fuck it’s…How do you fucking…??

A door slipped open before he could finish the thought. He crouched. The door was about four by four, and had revealed itself silently. Lu was humbled. He whistled in an amazed way. God said:

You like that? I thought that shit open.

Lu’s voice, muted from inside the craft:

Get in and think it shut fucker!

God looked down and his friend’s head beaming back at him from the darkness in the spaceship. Lu held up two plastic bags, one of brown powder, one of white, and let them dangle around his ears. He said:

Where can I plug my ipod?

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The inside of the ship was absolutely black. There were no screens or levers. There were no buttons, lights, or read-outs. Rather, the inside of the craft looked just like the outside: Weird, seamless metal with no sharp angles.

Lu held up his two bags and God’s eyes sparkled. Lu:

Where can…

Before he could finish, a round, glass table sprung up from the floor hull of the ship. It stopped rising the moment it touched the bottom of Lu’s bags. God smirked:

‘oughtta do the trick?

Lu didn’t reply, instantly deep in a preparation ritual. Taking a credit card from one pocket, he fashioned a small mountain of the brown powder on the glass before him. He did the same with the white powder, chopping down on it for a few extra minutes. He took half the mounds and made a smaller third mound from the yield. He used the credit card to mix the two powders to a sparkling beige, then handed a crystal tube to his friend, saying:

Take this, and let’s blow this place the fuck up.

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I became aware long after I’d given up on the concept of awareness. For eons, it seemed I’d been falling in that black space. The fall ended just as it had begun: instantly, and without warning. I was sitting, again, with only my senses, inside a circular grey metallic chamber about twenty feet across. I saw no light source, but the air itself seemed to glow white. There were two men sitting there, one had blonde hair, long, like a woman’s. The other had no hair. Between the men, I saw what looked like a glass table. On the table were piles of powders, white, brown, and beige, each one sparking in the weird white light. I watched one man scoop some of the powder together and duck his head toward the table. There was a breathing sound, a sucking. I looked again and some of the powder piles were gone. The two men took turns for a while, ducking and making those noises. They were speaking very loudly, much too loudly – it seemed to me – for the tiny space. I heard one of them say something like “Well, let’s put the top down”, and suddenly we were floating in space. Below us: the world, vast and glowing the deepest blue and brightest white. Unfortunately, we didn’t stay perched there for long.

This part I feel I must get exactly right, so please forgive me if I seem to be over describing this. I’m in a hospital bed. The girl I came in with is dead. My name is (was) Chris Lomba.

One of the men said “You go first”. The other raised his hand like to throw a rock. He said “Abracadabra” and began waving the still-raised hand. Far below us, on the earth, there was an instant result. I heard a sharp crack, like a home-run of a wooden bat. Following that there was a low rumble. It wasn’t coming from the earth, but from behind us. The rumble grew in volume. I could feel the low-register vibrating. If I’d had my body, my flesh would have shaken on my bones. The two men started laughing as if one of them had told a hilarious joke. I looked down at the earth and watched in disbelief as an enormous chasm opened up in the bright blue globe. It began to grow immediately, and the sound was shooting back up at them, colliding with the low vibrations. The air around us in the invisible ship began to roil and wave. On the globe I could see the dark spot growing. It was spanning from the center of what looked like Africa, and still growing. The men weren’t laughing anymore, but I couldn’t look away from the terror on earth.

I saw clouds and ocean begin to collapse through the blackness. Huge sections of firmament fell away, along with billions of gallons of ocean. The crack was now a gash, carving a ragged bisection of the globe. The noise was like live wood splitting under lightning. A great cloud of dense steam burst from deep within the crack and began to enwrap the globe. I watched it billow and rage. The outside leading edge of the awful fog looked like a solid wall of concrete. Within seconds the great cloud had enveloped the entire Earth. I could see nothing but grey. Then, everything was burning. At first I thought there was a fire from the crippled earth, but then I realized that fire, like the rumble before it, was coming down on the poor planet from behind our vantage. The two men started laughing and screaming like maniacs as the flames avalanched past us and consumed the fog. It hit the world and deflected in all directions. There was a hiss that reverberated through the heavens and pressed in on the conflagration. Then everything was all burning and melting and disappearing. I saw the men a last time and they were on fire. Their laughter had turned to a final screaming, and we were all falling and burning as we went.

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