Nathanial was unsure how long the numbers had gone on for, he was more than annoyed at the inability to track time, than the distraction that they were causing, he needed rationality, he needed something substantial to base everything off. Unfortunately since the figure could read every thought, including this one, he knew that as soon as some form of rationilization was being formed, that the figure would throw him into some turmoil or situation that crushed the attempt at rationality. He was left with only one logical choice, it was time to be inpulsive.
Nathanial without thinking turned towards the figure and swung his left arm, forming a fist with his hand. The figure did not react, either it was due to the lack of knowing it was coming, or worse, it did not fear the punch. Nathanial's arm swung though the air, but instead of connecting with the figures face, it passed right through, as if the figure was insubstantial. Nathanial was thrown off balance, his head had told him that the punch would connect, but it had not, and all that energy was now causing the arm to continue its swing causing Nathanial to stumble off the bench and fall to the ground on his knees.
Ahh her to worship me now Nate? the figure said seeing Nathanial on his knees.
Nathanial looked at the figure, he hadn't reacted to the punch, Nathanial immidiatly started to think about a memory, and the first one that came to mind was of his first day on the Charon. He was onto something, but had to keep it out of his thoughts, somehow the figure had not noticed the punch? Nathanial looked up at the figure. "Well actually I was thinking of getting a better view, but I must have been mistaken, you see" Without contemplating the action, he lifted his middle finger towards the figure and put it back down, while still taking. "its not that you actually look different from this angle, its more based on the light not doing you the justice it should be doing, from this angle. Now if I was going to take a photo, I would do it from here" Nathanial stood up and made a box outline with his fingers. "You see?"
What has this to do with anything Nate? The figure asked, seeming slightly confused.
"Vanity, its a core emotion of every being out there, don't you care on how others perceeve you? After all, look at you at the moment, sitting on a bench in the middle of nothingness, how do you think that makes anyone looking on think of you? Lonely? Depressed? No imagination?"
No imagination? Well then Nate,sit down and watch this!
The figure stood up and started to wave his hands, objects started to come ouot of the ground, first it there were some trees, then what seemed to be the start of buildings. Nathanial took this chance to take another swing at the figure, and again no reaction was shown, it was as if the figure was concentrating all his ability on what was transpiring around them.
Buildings took shape, every square inch of them covered with intracate designs, a Fountain appeared next to them, a few seconds later water began to stream through it. The figure turned to face Nathanial.
Now who said I lacked imagination!
Nathanial looked over the world the figure had created, at first it seemed like a safe haven, given it was shrowded in darkness, but it gave the feel of reasurrance, it was paculiour, but in this of all places, he felt at peace, at home. Nathanial walked over to the fountain and studied its design, it was a contempory design with the illusion of the water running uphill in a spiral. The design was one that Nathanial had himself appreciated some years ago while visiting Boston. Nathanial walked towards one of the buildings, its design again catching his eye, it was a tutorian design, infact one that deeply resembled a house he had seen many years ago while visting Leed's, he had fantasised about owning a house such as this. Then it struck him, every object here reflected some dream or positive experience he had been through in his life, it was as if the figure was creating a world built around Nathanial's own design love.
He now understood why this place felt safe, he imagined that if his mind was ever to be created into a landscape it would look something like this, be it with more light and colour, but it would closely resemble the architecture and style presented infront of him. He knew that this was an important bit of information, but did not dwell or investigate it further, for he feared the figure would catch on, so instead he turned and engaged the figure in more conversation.
[To be continued]
Nathanial without thinking turned towards the figure and swung his left arm, forming a fist with his hand. The figure did not react, either it was due to the lack of knowing it was coming, or worse, it did not fear the punch. Nathanial's arm swung though the air, but instead of connecting with the figures face, it passed right through, as if the figure was insubstantial. Nathanial was thrown off balance, his head had told him that the punch would connect, but it had not, and all that energy was now causing the arm to continue its swing causing Nathanial to stumble off the bench and fall to the ground on his knees.
Ahh her to worship me now Nate? the figure said seeing Nathanial on his knees.
Nathanial looked at the figure, he hadn't reacted to the punch, Nathanial immidiatly started to think about a memory, and the first one that came to mind was of his first day on the Charon. He was onto something, but had to keep it out of his thoughts, somehow the figure had not noticed the punch? Nathanial looked up at the figure. "Well actually I was thinking of getting a better view, but I must have been mistaken, you see" Without contemplating the action, he lifted his middle finger towards the figure and put it back down, while still taking. "its not that you actually look different from this angle, its more based on the light not doing you the justice it should be doing, from this angle. Now if I was going to take a photo, I would do it from here" Nathanial stood up and made a box outline with his fingers. "You see?"
What has this to do with anything Nate? The figure asked, seeming slightly confused.
"Vanity, its a core emotion of every being out there, don't you care on how others perceeve you? After all, look at you at the moment, sitting on a bench in the middle of nothingness, how do you think that makes anyone looking on think of you? Lonely? Depressed? No imagination?"
No imagination? Well then Nate,sit down and watch this!
The figure stood up and started to wave his hands, objects started to come ouot of the ground, first it there were some trees, then what seemed to be the start of buildings. Nathanial took this chance to take another swing at the figure, and again no reaction was shown, it was as if the figure was concentrating all his ability on what was transpiring around them.
Buildings took shape, every square inch of them covered with intracate designs, a Fountain appeared next to them, a few seconds later water began to stream through it. The figure turned to face Nathanial.
Now who said I lacked imagination!
Nathanial looked over the world the figure had created, at first it seemed like a safe haven, given it was shrowded in darkness, but it gave the feel of reasurrance, it was paculiour, but in this of all places, he felt at peace, at home. Nathanial walked over to the fountain and studied its design, it was a contempory design with the illusion of the water running uphill in a spiral. The design was one that Nathanial had himself appreciated some years ago while visiting Boston. Nathanial walked towards one of the buildings, its design again catching his eye, it was a tutorian design, infact one that deeply resembled a house he had seen many years ago while visting Leed's, he had fantasised about owning a house such as this. Then it struck him, every object here reflected some dream or positive experience he had been through in his life, it was as if the figure was creating a world built around Nathanial's own design love.
He now understood why this place felt safe, he imagined that if his mind was ever to be created into a landscape it would look something like this, be it with more light and colour, but it would closely resemble the architecture and style presented infront of him. He knew that this was an important bit of information, but did not dwell or investigate it further, for he feared the figure would catch on, so instead he turned and engaged the figure in more conversation.
[To be continued]
Lieutenant Nathanial Doyle
Chief of Science
USS Charon
