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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4759589" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Dreams: Part 18 – The Truth Shall Set You Free</strong></p><p></p><p>They awakened on a large table, eight feet square and made out of a dull, gray plastic. A huge cluster of tendrils, arms, and tubes sprouted out of the ceiling directly over the table. </p><p></p><p>They were all there, only younger: Guppy, Caprice, Archive, Blade, Jim-Bean, and Hammer. </p><p></p><p>The left-hand wall of the chamber consisted of some kind of cabinet with a transparent door. Inside, eight more bodies floated without visible support. Four were female and four were male. Tubes had been inserted for nutrients and waste, and their lungs and hearts seemed to be working normally. The skin color was normal. Their eyes were uniformly closed, as if dreaming. A grey-orange tube from the back of each head extended that led to the back of the cabinet and disappeared through a wall. A faint pink seam crossed each forehead. </p><p></p><p>The right wall was covered in tubes and strange machines, some of which were studded with lights. All of the machinery looked as much as it had been grown as it was made. All of it was of the same dull gray finish.</p><p></p><p>Another object like a desk extruded out of the back wall. On the ledge of it sat several curious devices and cylinders.</p><p></p><p>Two sets of cables connected a shiny new cylinder to one device. </p><p></p><p>Guppy sat bolt upright. The others were waking slowly. He looked closer at one of the females. </p><p></p><p>It was Rachel. Younger Rachel. Rachel from the past, back when they were dating, back when Guppy was lovesick over her and foolish enough to go on a dangerous expedition.</p><p></p><p>But the others. What were they doing here?</p><p></p><p>Archive, Jim-Bean, and Hammer sat up. </p><p></p><p>“Uh, if this is a memory, what are we doing here?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know,” said Hammer. “But I don’t remember this.”</p><p></p><p>“Me neither,” said Archive.</p><p></p><p>“I was in a boarding school for the psychically gifted in Britain.” Jim-Bean looked down at his hands. “Wasn’t I?”</p><p></p><p>Guppy was staring at Rachel. It was Rachel as he remembered her, before she cut her hair, still in the flower of youth. Gone were the lines of worry and sadness. She still had some weight on her, before her drug addiction turned her into a scarecrow. </p><p></p><p>The eye flicked open. “Hank,” her voice echoed in Guppy’s mind. “Hank, all I want to do is tell you the truth. That’s all I’ve been doing this whole time.”</p><p></p><p>“Rachel…” said Guppy. “Rachel, it’s all a lie. All this time you were dead. And I killed you.”</p><p></p><p>Rachel was fully awake now. She shook her head, still speaking to him from the nutrient bath. “No. No, the real Rachel was already dead. Freddy’s men killed her. She was trying to have you committed. She didn’t believe you. I took this form so you would listen…”</p><p></p><p>“To what?” Guppy looked around. “So much suffering, for what?”</p><p></p><p>“I am showing the others the realms beyond the first twenty five dimensions. You are my Chosen, you will serve me as my priest.”</p><p></p><p>Guppy shook his head violently. “No. No!”</p><p></p><p>Rachel’s gaze turned murderous. “I have given you a blessing, and yet you would still refuse me?” </p><p></p><p>Guppy pointed at Rachel. “I want you out of my head. Now.”</p><p></p><p>“Fool,” snarled Rachel, her form twisting and morphing. “You are in MY HEAD.” </p><p></p><p>Rachel’s head shrunk into her torso, eyes popped out along the length of her abdomen, and two massive arms exploded out of her sides, ending in powerful pincers. Dozens more tiny limbs sprouted along the length of her body. Her lower torso ended in a serpentine tail with a vicious stinger.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell is that?” asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>“I think that’s the Datamaster,” said Archive. “Whatever thing that’s been in Guppy’s head has infected the Crystal Matrix AI that runs the Dreamweb.”</p><p></p><p>“Hot Pants!” shouted Hammer, helpless. “We could use those weapons we talked about.”</p><p></p><p>There was no answer. The thing burst from its confines and slithered towards them. </p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Impact'">YOUR FRIEND CANNOT HELP YOU NOW.</span></p><p></p><p>“No,” said Guppy. “But maybe I can.” </p><p></p><p>Guppy concentrated and Glocks flashed into everyone’s hands. </p><p></p><p>They wasted no time. Everyone pointed their weapons at the thing and fired. </p><p></p><p>Bullets ricocheted off its hide. It swept equipment aside with its huge claws as it advanced. </p><p></p><p>Guppy, Archive, and Jim-Bean kept firing. In the dream realm, they never ran out of bullets.</p><p></p><p>Hammer was in front. He ducked a sweep of its claws and then shrieked as a piercing pain tore through his back.</p><p></p><p>The thing’s stinger protruded out Hammer’s torso. He disappeared into his own nightmares and memories with a flash.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4759589, member: 3285"] [b]Dreams: Part 18 – The Truth Shall Set You Free[/b] They awakened on a large table, eight feet square and made out of a dull, gray plastic. A huge cluster of tendrils, arms, and tubes sprouted out of the ceiling directly over the table. They were all there, only younger: Guppy, Caprice, Archive, Blade, Jim-Bean, and Hammer. The left-hand wall of the chamber consisted of some kind of cabinet with a transparent door. Inside, eight more bodies floated without visible support. Four were female and four were male. Tubes had been inserted for nutrients and waste, and their lungs and hearts seemed to be working normally. The skin color was normal. Their eyes were uniformly closed, as if dreaming. A grey-orange tube from the back of each head extended that led to the back of the cabinet and disappeared through a wall. A faint pink seam crossed each forehead. The right wall was covered in tubes and strange machines, some of which were studded with lights. All of the machinery looked as much as it had been grown as it was made. All of it was of the same dull gray finish. Another object like a desk extruded out of the back wall. On the ledge of it sat several curious devices and cylinders. Two sets of cables connected a shiny new cylinder to one device. Guppy sat bolt upright. The others were waking slowly. He looked closer at one of the females. It was Rachel. Younger Rachel. Rachel from the past, back when they were dating, back when Guppy was lovesick over her and foolish enough to go on a dangerous expedition. But the others. What were they doing here? Archive, Jim-Bean, and Hammer sat up. “Uh, if this is a memory, what are we doing here?” asked Jim-Bean. “I don’t know,” said Hammer. “But I don’t remember this.” “Me neither,” said Archive. “I was in a boarding school for the psychically gifted in Britain.” Jim-Bean looked down at his hands. “Wasn’t I?” Guppy was staring at Rachel. It was Rachel as he remembered her, before she cut her hair, still in the flower of youth. Gone were the lines of worry and sadness. She still had some weight on her, before her drug addiction turned her into a scarecrow. The eye flicked open. “Hank,” her voice echoed in Guppy’s mind. “Hank, all I want to do is tell you the truth. That’s all I’ve been doing this whole time.” “Rachel…” said Guppy. “Rachel, it’s all a lie. All this time you were dead. And I killed you.” Rachel was fully awake now. She shook her head, still speaking to him from the nutrient bath. “No. No, the real Rachel was already dead. Freddy’s men killed her. She was trying to have you committed. She didn’t believe you. I took this form so you would listen…” “To what?” Guppy looked around. “So much suffering, for what?” “I am showing the others the realms beyond the first twenty five dimensions. You are my Chosen, you will serve me as my priest.” Guppy shook his head violently. “No. No!” Rachel’s gaze turned murderous. “I have given you a blessing, and yet you would still refuse me?” Guppy pointed at Rachel. “I want you out of my head. Now.” “Fool,” snarled Rachel, her form twisting and morphing. “You are in MY HEAD.” Rachel’s head shrunk into her torso, eyes popped out along the length of her abdomen, and two massive arms exploded out of her sides, ending in powerful pincers. Dozens more tiny limbs sprouted along the length of her body. Her lower torso ended in a serpentine tail with a vicious stinger. “What the hell is that?” asked Jim-Bean. “I think that’s the Datamaster,” said Archive. “Whatever thing that’s been in Guppy’s head has infected the Crystal Matrix AI that runs the Dreamweb.” “Hot Pants!” shouted Hammer, helpless. “We could use those weapons we talked about.” There was no answer. The thing burst from its confines and slithered towards them. [FONT="Impact"]YOUR FRIEND CANNOT HELP YOU NOW.[/FONT] “No,” said Guppy. “But maybe I can.” Guppy concentrated and Glocks flashed into everyone’s hands. They wasted no time. Everyone pointed their weapons at the thing and fired. Bullets ricocheted off its hide. It swept equipment aside with its huge claws as it advanced. Guppy, Archive, and Jim-Bean kept firing. In the dream realm, they never ran out of bullets. Hammer was in front. He ducked a sweep of its claws and then shrieked as a piercing pain tore through his back. The thing’s stinger protruded out Hammer’s torso. He disappeared into his own nightmares and memories with a flash. [/QUOTE]
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