Knot in Tyme

Tyme 04

The Icosahydraz were originally Perpetual Masters, but had encountered the Silence a lifeform older than Tyme. This experience changed them; they seperated from and abandoned the foundation of the Perpetual Masters(whos only desire was to save the consiousness of the universe in their memory, as they could travel faster than the Silence) and sent their interceptors to harvest the physical forms of sentient beings so they could be consumed. They were to exterminate anything and anyone that stood in their way…

The Mechone and Orin lay in a grassy field that had once been a parking lot. They gazed dreamily up at the giant puffy summer clouds.
“Whose form are you in today?” Orin asked the Mechone, “Another Musician?”
“Oui, howd you guess?” asked the Mechone.
“Well,” Orin answered, ”So far this week you’ve been Debussey, Utada, Irving Berlin, and John Lemon.”
“Lennon,” the mechanical entity corrected.
“Who’s he?” Orin reached out a hand to touch one of the passing clouds.
“No, I was John Lennon,” Said the Mechone.
“Right, the Beatle, that’s what I said, but I wanted to know who you aretoday?”
The Mechone may have sighed.
“I’m going to regret this, but I’m Guillaume Emmanuel de Homem-Christo.”
…They discussed music for a while longer, then drifted off among the silence of the clouds for another while…
“I wonder,” said Orin after some time “If our universe really is photonic, then that means we’re moving through time at the speed of light… so that would mean we are alive in a memory of the things that happened while we were moving through time at that speed… all of this has already happened, so what we are conscious of in the theoretical present, this life is really an active memory…”
“I hate to cut you off,” said the Mechone suddenly growing out of its’ human form into the giant machine it truly was, “But you have to climb inside of me, there is an imminent danger.”
“Danger?” Orin started to climb inside the machine, “What is Danger?”
“I don’t think you’ll ever really know, Orin.” Said the Mechone.
Inside the machine was a large comfortable chair, Orin climbed into it, fell asleep, and began to dream…

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