A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .
Our innerspace/headspace was originally just a laboratory inside of a citadel that I rarely left.
Crimson and steel, drapes, Magic runes and science machines everywhere. (yes, I did just say science machine).
It was clinical yet somehow comforting…and one day I decided to head out the front door.
The citadel is part of the central tower in a city the size of Manhattan, a massive sprawling city with gleaming (if somewhat ill maintained) skyscrapers and long roads…a Hospital…a security facility…
In Solaris City, the name of the city we have, there is space enough for thousands of people to live.
Now, most of us have spread out…private rooms in separate buildings that are in different sectors. We all go to the citadel in the central tower daily, check in, chat, and work.
In the base of the central tower, beneath the citadel, down past the Gigaplex processors, is the Harmonic Core Chamber. It houses a huge replica of what we have come to assume is us. Our cores…or souls, in what vaugely resembles a cosmic orerry…aurory…orary… (damnit…spelling…)planetarium type thing.
Each of us hangs there…spinning silently…pulsing in time with some distant sound that only we can hear.
higher in the citadel, near the DINEX processing core, is the GATE lab.
GATE is a type of transportation device, creating a quantum singularity which briefly punches a hole in time and space to give you instantaneous access to another point in spacetime. Like a stargate, only less full of aliens and Egyptian lore.
the hospital is a tallish bulding to the west. RedAlert has dozens of repair bays there for machines, and a bank of regen / bacta tanks for biologicals.
I slept so soundly, that a vision crept upon me in the night, shrouded in dream.
I awoke within a vision…or perhaps a nightmare…to watch three brothers fight. faces twisted with rage… hate… and pain. They lashed out, struck, and tore one another apart. The eldest Killed the youngest…and in the dying moments begged forgiveness. and the vision faded. leaving me awake and alone.
Three brothers, whose faces were so familiar…yet their actions and words were not.
I heard no Lukoi words, nor english…I do not recognize the sounds.
A dream like this, or a vision, typically means a great strife is coming, one that will rock a family or pack very deeply. Perhaps to it’s core.
Sometimes, things like this are someone else’s dream, one I have the misfortune of seeing or walking into.