I'm an Observer.
My skin, a hundred yards of spotted flesh, draped across the contorting furniture of my space. My colorless eyes reflected the entire color spectrum. My legs, all sixty of them, were in various states of motion. A long leg curled around a floating body of water and I watched the universes through the liquid.
My senses shift through the universes until I detected him.
He piloted a Dynaject battleship against thousands of swarming, buzzing space creatures. A heartbeat before the space creatures disabled the battleship, I felt a tugging sensation at the back of my awareness. I responded to the summon and opened our connection. Seconds later, the battleship transformed.
Most of space creatures exploded from the power of the transformation.
The monstrous construction that the spacecraft morphed into began its battle.
As he annihilated the rest …show more content…
He tried to pick up a flute of champagne in my space. His hand passed right through the object. He tried to take a step forward but his foot sank into nothingness. He scowled and stepped back onto the tile he previously rested on.
"Oh, no," I said, feeling contentment like a cat presented with a warm bowl of milk and a sunny windowsill. "You see, in order to sit-"
Zachriel interrupted, "Fact is, I go into space and get shit done."
I could banter with him all day, but I didn't want to. In the complete safety of my haven, I began to create space. Stars twinkled around us and the icy trail of comets brushed against our skin as they wheezed pass. The Bureaucracy trained Enforcers to avoid black holes, but the ones I created couldn't devour us.
"You get done," I said as a galaxy wrapped us in its embrace. I lifted my hand, action showing off my slender fingers. The flute of champagne appeared in my hand. I took a sip and smiled with real pleasure. There was a cherry red lipstick stain on the crystal clear glass when I drew my lips away. "Shit I tell you to
My skin, a hundred yards of spotted flesh, draped across the contorting furniture of my space. My colorless eyes reflected the entire color spectrum. My legs, all sixty of them, were in various states of motion. A long leg curled around a floating body of water and I watched the universes through the liquid.
My senses shift through the universes until I detected him.
He piloted a Dynaject battleship against thousands of swarming, buzzing space creatures. A heartbeat before the space creatures disabled the battleship, I felt a tugging sensation at the back of my awareness. I responded to the summon and opened our connection. Seconds later, the battleship transformed.
Most of space creatures exploded from the power of the transformation.
The monstrous construction that the spacecraft morphed into began its battle.
As he annihilated the rest …show more content…
He tried to pick up a flute of champagne in my space. His hand passed right through the object. He tried to take a step forward but his foot sank into nothingness. He scowled and stepped back onto the tile he previously rested on.
"Oh, no," I said, feeling contentment like a cat presented with a warm bowl of milk and a sunny windowsill. "You see, in order to sit-"
Zachriel interrupted, "Fact is, I go into space and get shit done."
I could banter with him all day, but I didn't want to. In the complete safety of my haven, I began to create space. Stars twinkled around us and the icy trail of comets brushed against our skin as they wheezed pass. The Bureaucracy trained Enforcers to avoid black holes, but the ones I created couldn't devour us.
"You get done," I said as a galaxy wrapped us in its embrace. I lifted my hand, action showing off my slender fingers. The flute of champagne appeared in my hand. I took a sip and smiled with real pleasure. There was a cherry red lipstick stain on the crystal clear glass when I drew my lips away. "Shit I tell you to