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trans_92010-04-14 12:32 am
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I will survive
He still was unsure of this place. Unsure of the odd suit he wore, unsure of the breathing walls or the ship itself.
But space, itself, remained unchanged. It had been a few years since he’d stared into the black of deep space. It had been through a Gedd’s unreliable eyes, then, and not nearly as clear.
< Beautiful. > The human muttered, awe drowning out the chaos and the static of his thoughts for the moment.
Perhaps it was. Perhaps the Yeerk only lacked the human understanding of beauty.
His hands were behind his back, an odd stance for a human teenager. Closer to military rest that anything else, eyes drinking up the black.
The universe had shifted, but out there somewhere, his home world likely still existed. Even if it didn’t, even if like Earth it was gone and most of his brothers and sisters cast among the stardust of its powder like the specks of nothing that they were, he had survived.
His lips curled into a smile, slow and much quieter than Tom’s smile, true amusement causing his face to soften.
He had survived.
He, a nothing and a nobody, had survived when Vissers and Sub-Vissers alike had perished like worms on the pavement after a rainstorm.
It was a good day.
But space, itself, remained unchanged. It had been a few years since he’d stared into the black of deep space. It had been through a Gedd’s unreliable eyes, then, and not nearly as clear.
< Beautiful. > The human muttered, awe drowning out the chaos and the static of his thoughts for the moment.
Perhaps it was. Perhaps the Yeerk only lacked the human understanding of beauty.
His hands were behind his back, an odd stance for a human teenager. Closer to military rest that anything else, eyes drinking up the black.
The universe had shifted, but out there somewhere, his home world likely still existed. Even if it didn’t, even if like Earth it was gone and most of his brothers and sisters cast among the stardust of its powder like the specks of nothing that they were, he had survived.
His lips curled into a smile, slow and much quieter than Tom’s smile, true amusement causing his face to soften.
He had survived.
He, a nothing and a nobody, had survived when Vissers and Sub-Vissers alike had perished like worms on the pavement after a rainstorm.
It was a good day.