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Suitable Bags of Flesh <intermission>
Hi, there Nate here :) I've enjoyed writing this story so far, but things have been complicated and I won't be able to write it anymore. There are some moments that I wish I could have fixed in the long run but it's gotten too much to hold in just one hand. After this chapter will be a short Epilog for a short mention of each relevant characters final activities before the future becomest truly a mystery. This story ran its course, pretty long if you ask me, and the development of some characters are slow but steady. There will be a new title coming after this for the coming month, it's tentative title is "Ocular to the Dying Sun." A saga of the Prime Magician and the realm of Slitark according to before their brightest star continues to deteriorate. Have fun reading, please do leave comments~
Suitable Bags of Flesh Epilog
EpilogueThe caves underground lead nowhere man could tolerate, with the pressure of the world pressing over them, no one can follow the Primer monsters as they exit the premise of C-city. These Primers are not going to be eaten and smothered by power over time, however, they will co-exist in a community built by Memoria.Memoria who sat almost half a millennia awake under the ruins of F-city played another game of race between the lines with several other internet connection nodes that are knowingly joined into the old working cable lines of the dead city. Then when the race finishes, they rest for the while, thinking like a person, old and hesitant.They’ve long forgotten that they could easily browse these connections so that they could monitor the condition of the world and their old friends who now walks the human world with the grace that could only dignify those with experience. They have experience too, of a different kind, all collected from the vast brains and words of those
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 1
Windy days aren’t usually a sign of a good day. For some at least it’s refreshing; for a sensitive to the bones and weather, bum living in their parents’ old home, it’s not so welcome. If the hired handyman who came a few days before did his job, things would’ve been different. Betts had had about enough of the cold floor. That became her inspiration to, eventually, pick up the handyman mantle. Even if she had been the least helpful with chores for several years now, nothing says unlucky coincidence more than having her old mother also break her ankle. Not on the same day as the heater broke, but days before its tantrum. Mother had better instincts with the house. Betts inexperience with house “things” made her agree with her siblings, who unabashedly describes her as a voluntary pathetic coward in the presence of responsibility. Dressed in drab sweats and a ragged loose shirt, she has been the owner of a long oily hair for three years now, and not one attemp
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 2
Holding a printed movie ticket in Dr. Munar’s old hands felt like a robbery in C-city compared to A-city where he lived and worked. He has kept this routine his whole life. Notwithstanding how he looked, alone or lonely, he kept doing it because he knew there was no point denying that he loved movies in theatre more than watching them at home.Movies teach him to see life differently. A way to learn empathy, as his deceased wife often described it. But buying it five times the usual price he’s always known seems like a wake-up call he didn’t need in his life.Tickets of any kind, for any event in C-city, have always been pricey. Lifestyle and livelihood costs are considered expensive for outsiders whenever one does come to C-city. Since their value differed, a wealthy man in another city is middle class in theirs. That’s how Dr. Munar finds this place; he felt needlessly costly and upscale that it felt like a joke to stay here coming from A-city
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 3
Memories are reliable for humans who give time and focus, or specifically, the greater the fixation, the more accurate the memory becomes. It’s believed to be one of the foundations of how one can be identified as a “human,” at least that’s what they say.Every single time Betts heard her heartbeat as she hid behind doors and broken hospital walls, she remembered the times she played hide-and-seek in the south A-city graveyards. Being a child was always an excuse to fill a gloomy land with laughter and games. Hiding behind statues of human busts or sculptures of divine beings felt thrilling and nonplus to her four-foot-less self.Back then, she’d only been friends with her neighbors and her younger brother’s friends; and be a part of the group only to gain numbers. To her brothers’ friends or that specific group of children, the more kids they played with, the merrier. Part of this bundle of joys was Trust, a kid her age, joini
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 4
Pulses echoed in the darkness. Beyond the waking and dreaming world, nothing was concise and vivid as the sound of voices stirring you from the waking world, even loud whispers.Being trapped in limbo diminishes comprehension. Maybe, one or two thoughts could pass through and be understood. What definition of “understood” would be in a blurred state.Pulled from the sleeping world into the waking was not a welcome thought to Bernice at the time. For her, simply recovering within this purgatory state was better than in the waking land.On the second floor of the Darmstadt residence, Lena, the sarcastic old lady of the family, has eaten half of the potato chips her daughter has stacked for her rations. They were labeled ‘rations’ followed by a blank line. An indication of Betts habit to plan when she can consume any of them. At times, though, she didn’t fulfill those plans and ate them at random.
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 5
Slurping dried-up tapioca pearls from a small bowl in front of a closed office door sent Dr. Munar no relief from the warm aircon breeze. The aircon had stopped working for one hour to annoy every person in the room. He, and four other people, have been seated in the conference room of **** for more than an hour now. The incident of the aircon failure heightens how uncomfortable their silence has been since.Stifling was a word that best described the majority of the time these five people spent in the room since his arrival. None guessed why, nor spoke first; although, Dr. Munar felt their tension resulted from the confirmed “Dimension Pocket” incident within C-city. Having it confirmed the previous evening felt like a reality check the gods scripted.It had not been past twenty-four hours of this new day in C-city, and they’re already in a deep conspiracy. Or a “science experiment gone wrong,” which was preferable to the latter.T
Suitable Bags of Flesh Chapter 6
Tired eyes opened slightly as the cold breeze of the night brought a chill on Betts body. Blurriness wrapped her vision where certain things near her face were clear to her sight. She felt another relaxing warm feeling surge through her body, making its way from the tips of her toes to her cheeks that felt flushed. Sweat trickled down her forehead from the heat inside of her, a feeling that hadn’t settled. As if her body automatically knew that she needed the warmth to keep herself afloat, not awake but enough to stay away from hypothermia. Darkness still enveloped the world as little sound from all over echoed like a muffle. Betts didn’t know what was happening during this half-awakened state. The senses that heightened hours prior now dulled in a much-relaxed manner. Except for the feeling of her hunger and thirst, sleep crept over her from her tired body. The floor that she laid on was hard but believably better than the rest of it. Even if the floor colle
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