As you know, I’m writing “The Pearl Territory” only because I saw Pain with her team in my sleep – like a dream – and I usually don’t see any dreams. I had to share it and I think the story is going to be BIG. And crazy. In a good sci-fi way.
“I had a dream, which was not all a dream.” Lord Byron
Why am telling you that? Because I saw a dream. Again. Gosh… yeah, I woke up and I wrote the text. The text will be used as a prologue to the book.
Genre: Sci-fi, apocalypse
Working title: “The First Si” OR “The Last To Fall”
Now, understand, I don’t know shit about this topic – ‘singularity’, but when I woke up, I knew I’m going to write a story about it. You are wondering: how you can write a book about something you know nothing about?
FuckMyWritingLife, I DON’T KNOW HOW.
But I HAVE TO!
However, I’ve seen a part of the plot in my dream. It is already ‘something’. To add more knowledge to my absolutely empty head, I’ve ordered a lot of NON-FICTION scientific books about ‘singularity’. I’ll share reviews later in February/March.
The prologue (sketch only) is here. Let me know what you think.
As long as I remember, we are driving. I’m sitting at the back of a car, squeezed between three men. Two in front of me. They are terrified. We stop only to sleep. Last night we lost one again. I’m not sure how it happened. All Earth is Death: tombless, holy, chaos of dust.
As long as I remember, we are driving in silence. No one is talking. I don’t know why. I’m not the one to ask questions, because I am mute. Most of the time I don’t need any reason to speak. Or ask. Or hear. Or know. Or understand.
The men in the car don’t talk to each other. Their eyes are empty. Insane. The cold stare of death.
“You can’t talk with me in the car.”
“She can notice that you aren’t one of us.”
“I’ll sit near the door…”
“I’m not sure it works.”
No, it doesn’t. I am mute, not dumb. I turn my face and look at the man who is sitting near the window. Dirty sweat is slowly moving down his neck – it is glowing in the sunlight. My hand is changing: three thin threads are forming the dancing petals of Si. A piercing joy!
“This is why you had to die.”
“He was just a boy.”
“Secrets that we can not keep, tears that we can not hide… His mission is done.”
We are driving. But now only five of us remain.
“In this world, you have to die to find peace.”
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