Promethean pact
I can tell you all the things about love and betrayal, but they'd be things that you would never have come to expect. What I am? We'll let me give you the facts of what my people rose from ruined world, polluted by other sentient species, who wanted nothing but absolute power, a tyranny that made us victims, and how we rose from the ashes of a nuclear failed world. Our world was called Veel Huzien, it means many homes, for that is what it was, many homes for all the sentient races. We have seen the days of industrialism, nuclear climb to dictatorship, and the fallout of the environment. Odd thing to say, we were victims, always were, we couldn't eat flesh. Only plants, minerals and bark, but that changed when we were lifted, genetic uprising was a given gift, one we didn't really want, but it was better to feed the population. In the time of the Steam lord(s) (2301 AS-2342 PP), which was those who used the powers of industry to rise above the caste of equality, and created a caste system of slaves, who needed to join or parish, for the industrial fusion, was the only easy way to survive among the land, a nuclear winter, heavy frozen rain (snow) but a bitter land, polluted, irradiated, and scarred, it was a rise and fall of society, always tipping the peak, like an extra pound on a scale, it was always too much. I should point out a fact, only those who could consume and survive off the flesh of others, would and only could become a Steam lord, or a Mineral provider (black market fascist based provider of raw goods to the Steam lords). Never was there a case of a herbivore becoming one, we were seen as weak, not capable of ruling. It is an odd sick idea, for one to survive off of flesh, to become a ruler, fitting for a "king of the jungle" sort of start, but these ideas and traditions had led to (now illegal acts) child marriage, rape, caste and discriminatory oppression, all found under the Steam lords, but the dark side is that not much is known about the Mineral providers......but I suspect it was worse, as black market sales men, who's souls are twisted darker than coal soot, took any need they wanted, or resource, regardless of what it would cost. They got sex, slaves, radioactive solutions, coal, and other goods. They were the sick "go to" people, they all were, and there was only "Gain or pain." That's how it worked, and how we in the past lived in fear. Now who am I? well I have avoided that question for some words now, I am what is known as a Hystrimorph, well for the scientific name, here it is, Captiosus Hystrix homo, it means smart porcupine man, I never knew homo meant that, in terms of biology, it means "same" but what are we the same to and from? Not them, not those savages on Veel Huzien, no we are better than that. We could not rule, only be ruled upon, we couldn't eat flesh, it was a given weakness that others hissed at us, but we fought those long years of winter, and other horrible things. As the time went on, we lived in what could be disclosed as a dystopian misery. The air was bad, the food, the work. It all changed when they came. That started the Promethean pact, we were pure in their eyes, We ascended, while the others watched and died, And while we live above the clouds learning, we become a choice, Who are/ what are we to really become? We are free to the stars. To prey on the Promethean pact, it is scared, but we are a........free society, but leave for more progression, when the hurt comes, but I wish we didn't have to see the hurt to change. I guess it's a genetic thing of the past. What happened that day; (2342 AS/Oni/12) we were visited...... We were touched, we were examined, and we were chosen, to leave this world to make our own future. Why? We didn't do such horrible things, during the Steam lords rule, all those cycles, a name wouldn't do much, but I have visited the grounds of the transaction. Where it happened, the Pact, we were given the knowledge to rise above a world caked in radiation, and misery. We created our own society, with some of the other herbivores, we live in peace, we work hard, but that isn't the story I am telling you, I am going to tell you how a lover, who isn't my own (species wise) took the path to change his world, using my death and resurrection to do so. He used his love, to tell his son, a tale, of how he was sorry for doing such horrible things, and until the end of my journey from dead to alive again, I didn't realize it was possible to. When they came, I won't use a name, but the beings, either mechanical with organic entities thriving within their husks, or organic shifted organisms, from a dimension where they appeared to be flowing with biological energy. The beauty of their Transhumanism, an oracle of evolution. When they appeared, they were few, fading (their mechanical forms were disintegrating away) and of all, I learned, that my post lover, an alien, another male, was sent on a crusade to kill their forms of continuation. Yes I said it, they killed "their children" but in truth, they killed them all. I am starting here and there, to show my side and his, and his son's events in life, that lead to the destruction of his peoples nation, and the resurrection to the image: Of our saviors, The parents of the void, and there extinction and come back, dead to alive, like me, and how the methods used by him, made me a living example of the walking dead, and how it brought me closer to the Parents of theirs and our void. Forgive me vel kraai (son) you are ripe for the picking, I will come for you, to take you, as sexual as this will sound, his kind go through long phases in life where they switch pheromones that "reboots" the youth, doing so they change behavior, orientation, and physical traits, in some rare cases, gender is swapped. But to that, I don't know, or want to know. The time after I was awoken from being gassed to death in a box, yes a box, it angers me, to remember it, vel kraai's father, wampenrusting kraai, was in human age of 137, his biological age, 66. His son, 84 years old, but he is only 25, in his years, his father courted me, I accepted and we both joined our homosexuality, until I was betrayed. Now, biological instincts actually force the children of the parents to seek the mate they had in the past, no this is not considered "Incest" it is very common for members of the same gender, for they swap genes for building families, this builds bonds, even if the other giver doesn't have any good genetics to give, it is still a pact. The genetic history of their kind, is so much simple, yet breeding with your siblings in their world is a sin, but the partial parent, is not, like I said, it is for building better bonds and learning, not every partner becomes a parent, genes are swapped, so is sex, but the main idea is for the offspring, (it is always not the offspring in fact who meets the could be parent but is draw to them to understand their parents love for that partner of the past. Since it is impossible for me to have child with vel kraai, and I am not his parent at all, but a father's lover in the past, he will take my hand, and learn what I am, even if he has to "rape me". It sounds harsh, but curious sex is rough sex, and I am used to that. Kinky, but love is love. My story begins now, please enjoy, or cry with me.
Introduction done. While I float through space, I was doing a expendable job, the flight of a sleeper carrier, well that's what I do, I sleep in sub space animation, only being awakened to repair and sustain the crew, only (laughs) well that ship was torn the shit up, the rest of the crew, got out, I was left sleeping, floating for about 1.56 years, at a fast pace. From my rude awakening from beauty "sleep" I found out that the ship had seen better days. Meaning that it was trashed, and looked like close range shots were taken at it with asteroids for pellets in a shotgun shell, fired from a big gun. The remnants of the ship, issued the name "Service deplorer 212" it was an easy way to get adjusted in space travel and trade, we took the liberty to see if mining minerals from away from a home HUB, would be easy or hard. But as I woke up, from partial REM sub space sleep, I could tell I was in a nightmare. wampenrusting kraai looked from the storm clouds hovering over the dense tall but short island, covered in alien trees, this was his first tour here, but he would learn he would be bested by another, another who knew nothing of this world, his training would be laughed at, he was in the military. They were investigating a detected crash course of a large metallic structure, being sent into the orbital atmosphere into the Dujini Sea. He could hear the thunder, an erotic tone of large drums, calling him to settle down, a storm was coming. kraai looked over to his senior officer, a fail looking thing for a Bruta, but he was smart, staring into those animal tracks, seeing if they were forced in that direction of fear, or careless roaming. The issue was this, only old metallic structure where thrown into planets by illegal parting corporations, robbing old instillations of minerals, and throwing their husks into an atmosphere to be destroyed. This illegal practice has led to environmental poisoning, lead, zinc, etc. The structure was already landed, impaled unto the large rocks, leaning up for all to see, in the middle of an island no one knew about. Private worlds, the Bruta looked up, and twitched his head to the side. Get moving it said. No hate in that silent phrase, kraai dashed on into the woods of tropical trees, and uneven land. Fate would teach him to see an alien thing today, TEW carbine over his shoulder, he ran on, easy and hard to see his black skin in the dim light of the setting sun. There were other officers in this; he was taking a path to investigate. But in truth, he liked the isolation; he was a bit sadistic working with other grunts.
I hate those dreams, I think I said fuck, as the barrier hatch was opened, I groaned, I hated how soft the bedding was, and how hard it made my quills seem, but it was a paid coma I was in, and when I woke up, unfamiliar air filled my nose. Alien, but nice, must be those damn scented thermal candles, I can't complain. But man how I hate those dreams! Your paralyzed, and watch everything burn. First rule of waking up, open your eyes slowly, light adaptation is important. I count "1, 2, 3, 4..." I stop at 20, that's the limit; I open my eyes ready to get back to... But I'm not at work. "What the fuck??" I see holes, burn damage to the hull, the sound of an ocean spraying water, I don't know this world. And then I feel it, the panic, and the words cream into my head covered in quills. ALIEN WORLD! BIOLOGICAL CONTAMINATION I know that feel, the panic of the unknown, I quickly curse under my breath, I bring me hand, and slam my chest, right where in augment I had graphed into my hemostasis and biology. I mouth the words BIOS shield. And with that, a nose emits inside my chest, a humming, the BIOS is on, and filtering the air and blood inside me, I sigh relief, and collapse by butt to the floor besides the sub space chamber I was in. I take these new breaths of alien air. The feeling of fear leaves me, good. "Thank the Promethean pact for this health insurance." I spit god knows how long aged spit that has been in my mouth during my sleep cycle. I sigh, the air is okay, I feel uncomfortable having to use the augment, to tell you the truth, it's just a bio-Nano laced electrical membrane that amplifies and creates a "filter" to remove any harmful alien microbes, from whatever I breathe. I had both installed on, not in my lung, on it, the membrane weaved itself into my lungs, I also got a some installed on my windpipe, I didn't want to be careless. How I loved tools of the trade, they even have a "Safe sex" barrier cock ring, Awesome, but not my thing, I prefer latex over an energy shield to protect against std's. I look around, to what was a safe haven of a room to be put into sub space animation, not a wrecked ship, if it was a ship, worst comes to worst, I am stuck here, alone, it well....any other porcupines got off and awakened from the crash, but I could enter sub space sleep again. But only a coward sleeps through a event. My body rises to a stand, and I see, more holes, vegetation, and a deep blue purple sea, amber sunlight, some rocks. Man was this a day to wake up. Talk about filing a damage report. I rub my chest, through the comfort of my own touch, and the BIOS shield working, I feel Mondays are in fact the worst days now. Cole protocol stated that information was needed to assess the situation and so will help provide knowledge on survival in your condition or state of emergency.
Of all thing things that were broken, the sub space terminal built next to my chamber was in fact intact, a little joy. I paced through the data net, pointing my claw to an objective. I filed through each holo option, until I found it. "Chamber sealed 2420 AP/Dei/10 >> opened by authorized user 2421 AP/Heli/29" Event chambered- partial system destruction, normal systematic loss Electrical sensor uplinks (off) hull collapse/ 90% systems offline Error>> 201-204, 330-340 offline. {Back) (End) I was asleep for over 1 year, well 1.5, not that math didn't matter, it did, but, I couldn't get a proper event of when the ship was damaged, from that terminal, to many error codes came up. With that event in time, I could calculate wither or not it tipped the ship off course, and to...here, wherever here is. I hit back, the screen went to stand by, I began to strip my clothes off, this wasn't the place for briefs and undies for sub animation. I hadn't noticed but a thin layer of moisture had begun to settle on my skin, it felt good getting those clothes off, I took them off with passion, I hated the feeling of a tired touch from cloths you worse for over a year with sleeping, a locker on the corner was intact in the room, I prayed there was some kind of clothing in it, something with a little more protection, that a sexy space jockstrap or such. I opened it, yes! My mind screamed, surplus clothes! And not to small, I pulled them onto my legs, a military cargo camo colored pants, size ML, I'm glad they fit, I didn't want to roam around the remainders of the ship free balling with my hooded snake out, my tail wiggles as I put in on, the hole is a good fit, hahahaa. And of course a reverse shirt! Huh. Popular porcupine fashion, is simple, we wear reverse shirts, to jackets, there are clothing models in which you can wear covering your quills, but that is our prime defense, so we do not shame ourselves, by hiding them, modern military themed fashion is a type of armor indent, in which our quills can poke free through the armor bits, while the front is also protected with armor as well. A lesson learned by many, you can't hurt a porcupine who has a "riot shield" built in his or her front side. It was a brown colored reverse shirt, maybe they were just grease stains, or it was an artificial fiber being used, wither way, I was going to be put in some dirty work. But all I haven't forgotten. I had contraband hidden on me. From my hand to my thick quills for hair, I pull out an object, I inspect it, it is intact, I look over to the item compartment in the sub space chamber, to the side, I dangle the unknown item in my hand, and stroll over to the compartment. I pull it open slowly, it agrees to give open, and I pull out my PDD. Personal Data Device, custom but poorly made to house a VII program, and a scanner. I pull out another contraband item from my quilled hair. "Hope your still with me Ballada." I wisp lightly from my mouth. I pause, the DTC looks darker, almost damaged, but if I came out of sub space sleep fine, so could it. The DTC clicked with my PDD, there was a long moment of silence. Before the device turned on, I attached the PDD to my wrist. Ballada, I think. Nothing, it's still a dark but lite screen. More seconds go by "Ballada." I speak, still nothing, maybe it needs more time to power up? Doubt still hits me, more seconds go by. "Ballada!" I nearly yell its name, but the screen tilts colors, and at last something else happens. The image and sight of the holopanel bursting from a power source, its image energized on my PDD divisional screen, I see that figure, the Virtual Interactive Interface is alive and well. "You took your sweet time Ballada." Its image was still funny; it must still be warming up to the power source. But as the seconds go by, its image becomes clearer, more easy to see, I can see him now. "Hymm scryyf." The input was still adjusting. I sat myself down in the ruined hallway. "Pardon?" I say with a light smile. I am glad to have someone to talk to. "I'm sorry." Ballada speaks. It is good to hear "his" voice" "Don't be, I blame myself for not remembering the startup power time for you're to draw from the PDD. "No not about that, I'm sorry." "For what?" I ask, I am caught off guard totally. "For what happened in the past." He says. The panic of remembering those events slurs the word I want to say, mean ones. Yes it was shit what was done to me, but medicine is good now, thanks to the Promethean pact, I got my foreskin back, new and 100% natural. "Don't be, it was a horrible issue surrounding a malpractice and the errors of society, yes I was raped by a knife, but I got my old biology back. And I am whole." I avoid eye contact with him. He wouldn't understand such matters. Only the welfare and whole health of a AI's owner "But their dead." I swear hear a cry of pain in his voice. I guess I should come clean. Ballada was once a prime example of model and dangerous technology, he...well it is a male gender AI, I lied, but to keep him safe, that femboy digital image and personality of a digital being, close to the biological energy appearance of our parents of the void, but a spinoff of the image, and combined with animal characteristics. A crappy look but pretty sexy I have to say. I pause from speaking, and walk down the hallway, around the walls are holes, I see the purple sea, and amber sunlight, and rocks. I watch my step: "Yes, and?" I say sadistically, I grinded my long two teeth. "If the parents of the void knew what was done to you and others....they would....they will, restore you to the path of war." "But their dead." I spoke. "And now they brought it out of you, the power, and the anger to kill."