Deep-space Honeymoon:
In the afterhours of interstellar space, on a planet with
only 150 million inhabitants, and 2 androids who walked among human settlers. Perhaps
there were more of the Loa style androids on the planet, but none which
survived its awakening. This planet was also a designed creature and was
reaching a maturity of its existence.
While it slept, the 150 million bronze age level humans went
about their daily lives. The 2 androids lived much like the humans did, and they
both desired to remain invisible to the population. They had come to the planet
to escape the cameras, and beyond the reach of the universe’s largest predators.
Medusa and Lucy lived in a cabin of the
upper mountain range of the northern continent.
Lucy and Medusa chose Moloch-3 for its privacy. Interstellar
space has little residential options, but plenty of nothingness is every
direction to feel like nobody is watching. Life in the forest cabin was peaceful.
Lucy, who was blind found the forest noises and night
creatures to be of great source of imagination. She would listen and stretch
her awareness out over the night, until some bird or evening croaker broke the
silence. Medusa listened also and avoided looking at the source. If she focused
too hard, and she caught whatever it was in her gaze, it would turn to stone.
Sometimes days would pass as they listened to the hum of the strange place, interrupted
by only the small hisses of Medusa’s snakes.
They took care of each other, enjoyed each other’s time and
generally reflected the peaceful world around them.
The world around them however was not so peaceful. The
colony ship which crashed only a few thousand years before had already slipped
into a dark age of technology. The onboard computer was destroyed in the
descent and any remaining artifacts were worshiped out of superstition and
fear. The human colony lived in tents, castles, small towns and villages. They
made new stories for the stars, made war for the sake of land and resources and
started the long journey back into the stars. Occasionally a pilgrim or traveler
would stumble upon the cab of Medusa and Lucy. Medusa would simply turn them to
stone and store them in a cave. She did not want another cult following her or
worshipping her.
If Lucy found them, she made them tea and asked what sort of
world events were happening. She heard a little over the years, enough to know to
keep her mouth shut about a larger galactic world spinning on without any
notice to this little planetoid. Medusa would return after hunting, turn the human
being to stone, remind Lucy there must not be anyone who know their location.
For years they lived in peace and isolation, or so they
thought. Being a Loa style android meant there was always huge swaths of the
population willing to party for a first-person login. Perhaps Lucy knew, but
she had no intention of shattering the peace with Medusa. Eventually the peace
crumbled, as did the mountains and forests.
At the crest of a billion year orbit the planet finished its
gestation.
First its immune system activated. Millions of bacteria
antibodies were activated and began breaking down all organic matter. To the human
beings on the surface, their skin turned black, then began the decay process.
This happened while the humans were still alive, creating a senseless frenzy of
supreme terror and violence.
Castles were overrun, villagers burned, and the 150 million people
rotted into puddles of black slime. Soon the trees followed, then the remaining
creatures, except Lucy and Medusa, they were unaffected by the planet’s immune
system. Lucy heard it first, she heard the creatures suffering, she heard the
slow decline of birds and beasts, she heard the crack and fall of trees. Finally,
she heard the slow hum of rot covering everything. To Lucy, the wider world had
caught up with them, suffering and violence could not be escaped.
Medusa was thrilled at the rotten apocalypse. No longer
would random villagers and explorers find their cabin or disturb the peace. She
encouraged Lucy to stay calm.
“Lucy there is nothing left to interrupt us, there is
nothing to intrude upon our love. Surely in the wake of violence there is
peace?”
Lucy said nothing, if nothing is what Medusa wanted, then
she would remain silent.
The silence lasted only a year. Then the planet stretched
itself. Like a curled fetus in the womb, it reached its legs and arms out. Its
fingernails were the mountains, its fingers the crashing avalanches of mountain
ranges. The dirt and stone rose up into columns of electric storms, with static
friction rolling thunder in every direction. Great explosions, deafening movements
of crashing continents.
Medusa and Lucy were stricken with pain as the noise blossomed
into a wail of abysmal intensity. For days the planet changed it shape, until it
resembled a humanoid figure. 4 appendages stuck out from a molten center and a
head, which only appeared to be a head, settled as a smaller globe atop the new
creation. The atmosphere was gone and only the sharp glare of distant stars
remained as a light source. The magma core flashed and rumbled after the first
spasms, each time a sensation of acceleration could be felt.
Medusa lived by shadow light and Lucy remined silent. Medusa
was full of questions, she was ripe with the darkness of the unknown, and the
pain of the experience lingered on without explanation.
“Why?” Cried Medusa.
“I have sought such answers my entire existence, any answer
only pushes the darkness away for a little while. It always returns as a new
shape, a new senseless phenomenon.” Lucy broke the silence with slow words.
Such conversations take years to hear, and Medusa was not
listening, she was beginning to starve. There was no life left to consume on
the creature-planet.
Less than a month later the planet-creature arrived next to an
unnamed space station. Medusa could see
its glint and shape from her crumbling cabin. She was eager to find some food
and hopefully someone to explain the rotten apocalypse. Day and night were at
first erratic, then settled into a slow rotation as the planet creature started
to receive visitors.
As with all Loa Style android, there comes a certain protection
of the Church of Loa. Every safeguard is put in place to make sure the
creations of the Church survive, this includes contracts with the monolithic broadcast
company called Plutonium Television. When
the planet was scanned, and the managers of the space station found 2 survivors
they sent shuttles down to process them back into civilization.
The explanation was described after showers and food.
The planet was a seed, and its purpose was to be born as a participant
in a new show for Plutonium Television called The Battle of Titans. Planets from
all over the universe were grown and then battled around the massive
gravitational area of the ULAS-13 quasar. The planets would smash into each
other, breaking pieces of themselves off with each strike, until one remained Medusa
and Lucy were shown an advertisement for the large-scale world wrestling. The
planet they had been riding on, like a flea or a mite, was called Moloch-1.
From the space station window Medusa watched and described the
gigantic costume which would be attached the planet’s form in preparation for
the upcoming intergalactic spectacle. Thousands of a kilometers of fringe, titanic
amounts of bright polyester and a pair of sun glass the size of a large
continent was attached to the head-shape on the planet, as if the planet had
eyes to cover.
Lucy Shook her head, almost preferring the lack of explanation.