504. Heroess, 9

(Blume)

Sanïssia sailed at full speed in the direction we detected the glow of Magenta.

While she sailed, I saw the glow of radiating energy out there more unsteady than ever before.

Far out there, Magenta is already on the brink of collapse.

It’s struggling to keep itself together, as a united while, and an aware whole with its mind, metabolism and ambition.

I’ve hid myself and Sanïssia’s radiations as best I could.

I still feel the hateful gaze of that god.

But I also detect its struggle right now, and that it’s not focusing solely on us ground walkers currently.

It hasn’t noticed I and the bird.

That toxic spell, and possibly the first nuke as well, worked better than I expected.

The giant star and all powerful god is crumbling from the toxins of a single artificial virus.

In a spur of a moment, I had that spark of an idea. What better disease could I have cursed it with?

It knows how Dragod was vanquished. But it didn’t have generations of metabolic learning to face what a disease can be.

Now Magenta is feeling its solidity faltering, its body and powers failing it.

Its emotion slid further down into blind rage.

As I get closer to the desperate feeding process, I can feel in its much more violent and unrestrained radiations that it is weaker than ever.

It didn’t evolve with a mind able to doubt its own decisions.

It didn’t evolve with a body that could face what we learned biology could be.

It can only go further in its own rightfulness, its obsession to destroy us currently; while its self is crumbling ominously away...

It’s unable to change course even though the winds have changed, and ahead lays doom.

And feeling terribly in jeopardy, it can only speed up ahead in its obsession.

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I’m sailing into its blind spot.

Sanïssia spits me and the loads over the water and immediately turns around.

I begin to sink in the middle of the ocean, as I gather my cluster of abomination into a structure weapon.

Then the invisible tongue of Magenta that scoops the surface of the oceans for millions of litres reaches the area I swim in, and I’m lifted up alongside.

I play dead and cold wood. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. I emit little heat or T.I. I use everything I’ve learnt from all my fallen brethren over time.

My eyes, human, still can see.

As I rise into the sky, inside a gigantic volume of water.

All is peaceful up here.

The further up we go, as we accelerate through the layers of atmosphere, the more water actually evaporates in the sky. I realise as we enter space that from the millions of litres that Magenta pulls out from the ocean, it’s in the end a significantly lower amount that will truly be swallowed. Most is lost underway.

I’m regrouped inside that flying aquarium gradually shrinking, along with all other organic materials.

Jellyfishes, clouds of algae and bacteria, sharks, whales, chunks of wood and plastics, and me.

What’s alive swims around me more and more agitated. Unfortunately I won’t be able to save any of them. I feel sorry.

The skies become distant below, as the day still is bright, but at the same time, night appears above. The contrast grows, meaning we’re fully leaving the atmosphere.

Above and ahead, glows the mighty Magenta. It’s bright and the size of the sun to me now.

But its gaze and focus is elsewhere I can tell. Somewhere in the ocean below.

I can’t see them anymore below, so far down there. I know they’ll be fine.

The globe of water that this scoop of ocean has become out here, is slowly approaching the bright pink light.

I don’t see a mouth opening, but everything still alive in this shrinking fish bowl does react and feels as if we could see it. I’m sorry little fishes. Your intuition is right.

I twitch.

The little organ I’ve crystallised between the cluster of nukes glued together. I snap away from it. I let it gently go ahead toward the light, whilst I gently let my body move away on the opposite side.

I pull myself outside the giant drop of water.

Exposing myself to the void, my water freezes or sublimates fast. My surface skin and barks become either dead cold, or burning hot for the parts facing the sun.

My eyes still see. I don’t move my limbs, still playing mostly dead.

I just activate the bare minimum of physical strength to push myself out, and magic to evade the less careful net pulling the prise to its master. I am just a lost unimportant chunk.

I see the orb of water still shrinking, getting closer to the star. My sight is damaged, but I look at it very carefully, without blinking.

I can see its tremors directly now. Its flows. Its biological chaos.

More than my infection fragmenting it as it was supposed to, it seems to be fighting with itself. I didn’t expect that.

There seems to be an absolute war inside that moving thing. Organelles and cells are trying to maintain unity against malignant tumours trying to take over and destroy it.

And I notice a shade in the midst of that chaos.

Something I didn’t send.

A part of the forces fighting each other there is neither my curse nor Magenta itself.

A shade of a being-like-me...

The lord of nightmares... I recognise what she’s become.

She was devoured, losing her body, her shape, and surely even her memories and personality. She lost her past. But she survived, returning to a primeval form of herself.

And she fought, she stained, she survived. She grew back against all my expectations, and Magenta’s.

She grew back, in a different form. Becoming another disease for that god.

A thing it should not have eaten... A thing that slowly poisoned its flesh.

I’m looking at their chaotic struggle, as they flow endlessly around each other in a three dimensional game of go.

But mostly I watch at the orb of water feeding the struggling god. As I will soon see the bomb I’ve made explode.

The organelle I’ve activated around them will finish dissolving, triggering a tiny artefact programmed to create light melting everything. It’s very small; it won’t burn more than a metre around in radius.

But that will make all the bombs go critical nearly instantly, and they will detonate at the same time.

It’s underway. I have no cord.

I begin pushing myself further away, still playing gently dead. It won’t be long.

Then a shift on the surface of the struggling Magenta noticed me, and I shivered.

It was as if an immense and invisible eye had grown and appeared out of nowhere, and was now focusing on me.

I felt it. It saw me.

The waves around its surface and in the shallow depths grew more agitated. Until a spark appeared and flashed in my direction.

R - Blume?

An electromagnetic pattern. A signal of colours. I heard it, in my eyes.

I heard her. I understood her, and all my being froze up in surprise.

Another flash.

R - Is that you Blume?

I was petrified.

There is nothing human anymore ahead of me.

Is that... What she’s become?

A force in the struggle of these things fighting over dominion or destruction of what Magenta is?

Should I react? Should I reply?

I’m terrified.

And suddenly, I remembered the bomb was about to blow.

If there’s anything of Rose left alive out there, it’s about to be burnt to death.

I reactivated my flesh and powers for a bright signal of reply.

The evil parts of Magenta opened other eyes at me suddenly. The real Magenta saw me, burning with a far, far different hatred. It’s going to disintegrate me shortly without mercy.

But I replied anyway... I yelled on every possible spectrum my wish to Rose.

Magenta saw me communicating with the disease, the cancer it was struggling against, or a part of it at least.

It realised who I was, and who I was talking to...

There was no more word to express the degree of hatred that flooded this space.

It was a raw emotion intensifying, to a point it created matter, baryons embodying it in a condensed matter. Magenta’s wrath was ripping reality to burn me into a flame I would never survive.

But I yelled at Rose to escape. I wish I could have reached her even.

Magenta was growing its hatred turning physical, ready to scatter me into nothingness once and for all.

And then, came the light.

All radiations from everything vanished in there.

My eyes burnt, along with my body soon after.

Everything in the core radius was disintegrated, and all T.I. was atomised.

Being far, I might not fully die.

But Magenta now did.

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