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Maybe at some point I'll get this beta'd , put headers up with links and tags. I haven't got the beginning of this part right, but I want to keep going with it.
He didn’t get the chance to wonder what a name “not meant for ears” sounded like. The moment he said the words, he knew. It didn’t sound like anything. It felt wonderful.
III
It was both a physical sensation and an emotional one, like a baby’s tiny fingers instinctively grasping yours, or a lover’s first kiss. It said, ‘Hello, this is me. What is the shape of your soul?’ Kevin didn’t know how long this heaven lasted.
The dull thud- creek- thud sound of rescue-bots pulled him back to painful reality. One ‘bot commanded, “Remain still while we assist you.” His vitals were scanned and a mask was slipped over face.
After that the voices of ‘bot seemed to come in waves. Shouting one second far away the next. The audible version of those strange antique photos his mother had. He recalled giggling as a child at the term ‘fish-eye-lens.’ Was there a ‘fish- ear-what’s-it’ too? The lucid thought that a sleep-inducer was added to the oxygen slipped away like a gold fish.
The report from one of the rescue-bots that Joe seemed loud enough to cause another cave-in. Kevin wished the mask would allow him to reprimand it. Not because of the danger, it put him in. Something like that should be said in hushed reverent tones. Even if the sole living being to hear it already knew the moment it happened.
He didn’t get the chance to wonder what a name “not meant for ears” sounded like. The moment he said the words, he knew. It didn’t sound like anything. It felt wonderful.
III
It was both a physical sensation and an emotional one, like a baby’s tiny fingers instinctively grasping yours, or a lover’s first kiss. It said, ‘Hello, this is me. What is the shape of your soul?’ Kevin didn’t know how long this heaven lasted.
The dull thud- creek- thud sound of rescue-bots pulled him back to painful reality. One ‘bot commanded, “Remain still while we assist you.” His vitals were scanned and a mask was slipped over face.
After that the voices of ‘bot seemed to come in waves. Shouting one second far away the next. The audible version of those strange antique photos his mother had. He recalled giggling as a child at the term ‘fish-eye-lens.’ Was there a ‘fish- ear-what’s-it’ too? The lucid thought that a sleep-inducer was added to the oxygen slipped away like a gold fish.
The report from one of the rescue-bots that Joe seemed loud enough to cause another cave-in. Kevin wished the mask would allow him to reprimand it. Not because of the danger, it put him in. Something like that should be said in hushed reverent tones. Even if the sole living being to hear it already knew the moment it happened.
