Stan Alda Posted September 26, 2012 Report Share Posted September 26, 2012 An old evil drives along the earth in a new form...an overweight, foul-smelling, dim-witted form. But size does not matter; only its use does... The spirit within the Millennium Rod awoke. No more slaves, it thought. Power, but no way to use it. Irony. The Eye of Wdjat glowed, and the spirit examined its surroundings. Darkness...good. Surface...uneven. Strange. If only the magic scepter had a Nose of Thoth... The light was dim, but perceptible; nighttime. A deep, steady grumble emanated from outside the container, but the Rod couldn't hear. No ears, after all. The Rod had some degree of touch, though, and it soon felt as if it was rising or being raised by some outside force. A light shone into the Rod's new home; a section of the roof was lifting away. Also strange, the spirit mused. Very strange. Suddenly, another one of its senses tingled, a sense that very few have—telepathy. Another mind? It had not detected any sort of meaningful psychic signal in some time, but this one was different from any it had ever encountered. It was eerily...simple. The Rod focused its telepathy, and its curiosity was further piqued. No feelings...no independent thought...only raw data analyzed by pure logic. Only dimly sentient...but a mind nonetheless. Could it be...artificial? Suddenly, the container started rising much more rapidly. It began to tip, and as the floor's angle increased, the Rod tumbled toward the open roof. Soon, the fiendish scepter fell over the edge and into a deep (compared to its size, anyway) abyss. More darkness. While this abyss was too dark for the scepter's eye to distinguish any particular shapes, it could feel a layer of rubble above it. It was trapped. The mind is closer. The touch sensors fired again; this time, it was a sense of pressure. Something was crushing the Rod and its rubble pile. Can I control it? Its psionic pulses soon linked with those of the "mind" it discovered; it had gained control. A new slave. Good...now, I will command it... Within a blink of the mind's eye, the pressure was relieved. Another psionic pulse—like those that had controlled the squishy minds of humans so many years ago—fired the circuits of its new host's silicon brain. The mind slave "said" its first word: *HONK.* The new thrall rumbled on. The Rod was pleased. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bury the year Posted September 26, 2012 Report Share Posted September 26, 2012 Please read the rules regarding chapter length. LOCKED. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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