Puzzle PiecesIt had only been about 36 hours since the helicarrier had gone down. The asset hadn’t been out of cryo this long since the initial testing and experiment phase, and he was beginning to understand why: like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, The Asset was beginning to remember.
It came in flashes: sometimes no more than a sentence or two at a time. They were out of order, too. Eating spaghetti at a table across from a tiny blonde boy while a woman ... a mother... his mother(?) opened a bottle of pop. Then he was thirty stories up; a long-range sniper rifle balanced on his shoulder as he watched a fat politician through the sight. Then he was dancing in a crowded dance hall, two women seeming to vie for his attention while he daydreamed, staring out the door, as if he was waiting for someone else to show up.
On the subway he had found a long-forgotten, ratty hoodie; it would have to do for the time being. He found someone under a bridge who had traded a pair of blue jeans for his le
Kairo - Merman Commission/whooosh/
Nothing could compare to that feeling as Chris dove deep into the ocean's depths. He loved everything about the sea: the frigid embrace of the water, the brilliant spectrum of fish and corals and sea life, the calming, swaddling feel of the pressure around his body as he dove deeper and deeper into the rainbow, flowing candy land of the sea. At this depth, the sun's rays still penetrated the water, illuminating an expansive metropolis of coral, seaweed, eels, fish, rays...
It was stunning, but it wasn't what he was after. Making the final adjustments to his mask and breathing apparatus, Chris swam into the heart of the towering coral structures, looking for a particular secret he had discovered. It took several minutes, but soon he found the tight, yawning, cave-like entrance that was tucked between a large branched coral and covered with the wiggling, waving tentacles of a sea anemone. He shone his flashlight into the opening, sending se
Putting Out the LightDay One: Holding Hands
"Putting Out the Light"
Sabin knew he was twice as lucky as most ‘normal’ people. On some level, he knew in the grand scheme of the Universal Truth, he had no real reason to be upset. He was blessed in so many ways that were virtually unattainable, if not plain incomprehensible, to the normal folk that walked the earth.
Being immortal seems exceptionally appealing on the surface. Actually, being completely honest, even with all the extra pains and complications Sabin’s long life gave him, he still wouldn’t choose differently in the end. But while he got to experience life in a ways most people wouldn’t dream, the mountains may be high but the valley’s were soul-crushingly low. Indeed, an immortal experiences such pains in their life that there would have to be centuries between them, else they wouldn’t have any hopes of coping.
Samantha was the first.