this is definitely the weirdest story I've ever written.
Although it might seem that I was on crack when I wrote it, please bear
with it and read to the end, it will all make sense then. The idea for it
came to me when thinking about aberrant zones, and how they had to be, being
completely different and all. Please let me know what you think about it, be it
positive or negative. This is my first try at writing an "aberrant story", so
let me know what I can make better next time if you don't understand or like
"He didn't respond to his environment at all. When
a telepath tried to access patient 1024-B-83's mind, he collapsed dead on the
ground. Through galacto-genetical analysis we have an idea of where he came
from, but even the TFP we queried didn't know anything about the location -
surprisingly he answered with "No reply.", which means that he was old enough to
know about the place, but that there was some other problem. So we were forced
to try to acquire further information by force. Interestingly enough, although
his pain-receptors indicated he felt the pain, he did again not seem to notice
it. We were unable to retain any information about and/or from patient 1024-B-83
by intruding into his mind, the use of torture and a TFP. If he is typical of
his race, its members would make perfect Vestis Inquisitas."
Excerpt from the report file on
"Patient 1024-B-83", who appeared on an Omnet ship without an
* * * * *
Lil'Tkuhl~brq* walked on
the soft, wet grass below his feet. The wood under his feet gave him a
certain security. He looked up into the pink sky and saw a few blue clouds drift
by. Lifting one of his three hands he screened his eye against the suns to
follow a small bird with his gaze. When the giant dragon was out of sight, he
continued to stroll towards the bridge, sending out ultra-sonic screams to find
the way as he did have no eyes. The bridge, which was cut out of a single stone,
appeared in front of him and Lil'Tkuhl~brq* accelerated his speed as he wanted
to get home as quickly as possible. He stepped on the wooden planks of the
hanging bridge and the countless feet of his insectoid lower body sounded like
rain erupting from the earth and racing into the sky. Below him the ice-cold
water of the river roared past the bridge, and Lil'Tkuhl~brq* picked up a
small stone from the gravel that was scattered all about the chain-bridge and
threw it into the water. Halfway down the stick was swallowed by an eruption of
the lava flowing below.
Lil'Tkuhl~brq* stepped on the comforting
sand he had walked on for hours again. He had set out from home just to walk
around a bit, and now he was getting farther away from it with every step he
made. He smelled a noise behind him and turned around to look at its source.
There he was, thirty meters behind him on the bridge: Lil'Tkuhl~brq*, who had
just thrown a stone into the water. He stuck his head through his liquid upper
body and had it come out on top again, facing the direction he was flowing in
again. What fun it would be to return home soon, when he was back in Lok'nar,
the town he had set out to, and from which he had come. It was a Frig*Gkar
pilgrimage, a journey without end or beginning. He was still young, almost too
young for it, many had thought, but now he was underway. His handsome face
looked around and spotted a fox in the bushes. Drawing his sword with his right
hand, he jumped back to defend himself. The fox, which appeared out of nothing
to his rear, leaped forward, his maw wide open. The bullett Lil'Tkuhl~brq*'s drawn gun ejected hit it on the last moment.
Suddenly a bright flash of light raced
through the blue evening sky, and had it not blinded the fox for a moment to
give Lil'Tkuhl~brq* the chance to break its neck,
the man would have been killed by the beast. "Next time I shouldn't miss again,"
he mused. Struggling to his feet after the flash of light had sent him down onto
the ground where he had lain numbly for more than a minute, he saw an
object entering Finsdwson's atmosphere in a great ball of fire. Lil'Tkuhl~brq* spread his wings to fly over to the crashsite to find
a kind of box, which was somehow continually *not* changing its shape, but then
again, everything seemed normal when it dissolved slowly in the ground. To his
right stood Lil'Tkuhl~brq*, and before this other
Lil'Tkuhl~brq*'s humanoid form melted into that
of a bear, he said to his melting counterpart: "You're
"I've never been away," he replied,
before his paw struck out to rip Lil'Tkuhl~brq* open, and he fed on him, like bears do. Then he
pulled his hat a bit deeper into his face and continued to follow the Frig*Gkar
path, as humans used to when they were still young.
* * * * *
Ronda Bragghins sat on a small
stool in a dark corner of the tiny room. Basically, it was an empty cell, except
for the stool she currently sat on and the restraining seat in the middle of the
room, which was permanently lighted by a lamp in the ceiling. The Vestis
Inquisitas had been observing the man in the restraining seat for hours. He was
a normal human, with brown hair, brown eyes and a nice face. Maybe it would even
have been handsome, if the eyes weren't red and sore because the man had never
closed them since he had been found on the Omnet ship almost two months ago. Now
he was lying in the seat, eyes wide open, with a somewhat sad expression on his
face. He couldn't move an inch, the titanium clamps around his limbs,
throat and forehead assured that, but Ronda knew that even if they had been
removed, the man wouldn't give as much a lifesign as raising a finger. They had
already tried that. Among other things she had had to do, but didn't want to
think of now. The man, patient 1024-B-83, was still a complete
Sometimes the Vestis thought that the
man was dead already, but when she checked his pulse, he was always well alive.
It appeared that he simply didn't know how to react to his surroundings.
"Vestis Bragghins, report to the
bridge!" cracked a metallic voice through the chamber. With a sigh Ronda lifted
herself from the stool and walked to the security door that sealed the
room. Her fingers flew over a numeric pad, and an instant later the door
opened almost noiselessly.
The bridge was, like the rest of
the destroyer, dark and threatening. Dim lighting assured that you
never forgot you were on a military vessel, although the energy aboard would
have been sufficient enough to increase the lighting until all crewmen were
blind from it. A screen opposite of the three lift-doors displayed some
data in green letters, while a three-dimensional starmap floated in the mid of
the room, separated from the area of the bridge crew by a half-high railing.
Facing the screen were the consoles of the bridge crew, and amid them the
Captain's command chair. Right now Captain Jonus was standing in front of the
As the lift-door closed behind Ronda and
five soldiers snapped to attention, the Captain remarked without
turning around to her: "Ah, Vestis Inquisitas Bragghins! We should arrive at the
Quantum Front every minute now, and I thought you should be present when we
cross it. After all, this is your brainchild, isn't it?"
"This is the "brainchild", as you call
it, of the Vestis Inquisitas. I am merely carrying out the
When the Vestis noticed her harsh tone,
she added: "Of course you could say it was me who drew the Vestis's attention
The First Officer, who had
approached Ronda from beside, smiled at her and nodded in approvement of
the polite turn she had given her words.
Suddenly a siren howled three
times, and an officer announced: "Quantum Front detected in threehundred
"Excellent!" exclaimed the Captain.
He stepped back and faced his crew, while he fingered at his mustache with
his left hand. "Ready all redundant drives to take over upon crossing! Raise
shields, power to maximum! Activate weapons banks!"
Ronda Bragghins had frowned upon that
last order, but it was the Captain's ship, and she had no word in how he ran it.
"Would you like to give the command that
may change the history of Omnet's struggle for complete control of the galactic
knowledge?" It took Ronda a while before she realized she was meant, and even
then she only reluctantly said: "Go ahead!"
In fact she was far too pre-occupied by
her thoughts about what they were about to encounter. Entering a new, unexplored
Q-Zone was always risky, and the stoic man who was locked away in the ship's
innards was no help either. She had strange feelings about the prisoner, and
much alike she had strange feelings about this Q-Zone. By all means the man
Omnet had discovered lying on a floor *inside* one of their ships was healthy
and sane, but his autistic attitude belied that. It was simply
The Captain was smiling confidently
while he was watching his officers preparing the crossing. The Omnet destroyer
was a mighty ship, and it would be able to cope with virtually anything that
would be on the other side. Its drives were able to propel the ship throughout
the known universe, and its armament was impressive. Even if it encountered
hostile aliens, the destroyer would be able to escape unharmed due to its
extra-inforced shields. Indeed, the Captain was very proud of his fine
"About to enter Quantum Front... no
readings from the other side... all systems normal... Quantum Weather
inconspicious..." the various officers reported. Then the ship rocked violently
and the lights flickered for a moment. They were crossing the Front. For a
while, there was nothing. Then there was chaos.
"Exiting front... Captain, we're
directly inside a star system!"
"Sir, energy dropping!"
"Sensor readings down!"
Ronda felt strange, as if she didn't
belong here. The feeling got worse, and she began to feel sick and swindly. She
didn't belong here. It was wrong... panic struck her, and she became hysterical
when she sensed the ship was not the ship anymore. An officer cried out aloud:
"The star system... impossible... it's... no... hehe..." then he broke out into
a manical, cackling laughter. "Pool balls... it's only pool balls..." he
repeated, while he tried to read a screen that wasn't really there anymore. It
should have been, and it was, but somehow everyone, including the officer, felt
it wasn't there anymore. As if it had flown away.
The Captain fell to his knees and
clenched his head with his hands. They belonged to a stranger. The floor beneath
him wasn't metal anymore. His senses broke down. He screamed in his
low, reverbrating voice.
The high-pitched scream pulled Ronda
away from the image of the chuckling, crying officer, who, for some reason, now
really held a pool ball in his hands. The high-pitched scream? The Vestis
stumbled towards the lift, she just wanted to get off the bridge, as her senses
weren't able anymore to process the contradictory information. The lift-doors
opened (Doors? There had been only one?) and she threw herself into the lift,
and at least the pain that erupted in her head when she forgot to catch herself
told her she was still alive. Ronda pushed the round button of Deck 4. The
corner of the button stung into the sensitive skin of her finger, and she
lurched back from the sensation that shouldn't - couldn't - be. Deck 4. That was
were she needed to go. To the man in the restraining seat.
She exited the lift when it halted and
ran into a gangway she reckognized, but didn't know where from. The rubble on
the floor irritated her. A wooden door stopped her, and as soon as she had
opened it, she knew she was wrong: this was the engineering, not Deck 4. Turning
around she tumbled back into the gangway, but this time she seemed to be on the
right way, although this still had to be Deck 6 instead of 4. Underway she met a
crewman who cowered in a corner and tried to nestle his beltcase open, where his
weapon was. Finally he managed to rip it open and produced his gun. The man
looked almost happily into the nozzle of the blaster and pulled the trigger.
Blazing energy consumed his head.
For a brief moment Ronda considered
doing the same, but something urged her to go on and look for the man. After a
few steps, or some hundred meters, she couldn't tell anymore, Ronda reached the
prisoner's room. The doors swished open immediately and she fell onto her knees
on the floor inside. The man was there, sitting in a comfortable ear-chair and
smiling at her. His eyes were sore, but filled with life, and he smiled. On the
opposite side of the room was a second door, and someone lay there, apparently
dead. Ronda touched her breast as if to support her breathing and looked at the
former prisoner in awe. He was alive again. The restarining seat was gone. And
he smiled... he looked happy. The light above him went out. Suddenly the ground
below her seemed to lurch again, felt soft and hard at the same time, and Ronda
wasn't at home in her body anymore. She clenched her head with both hands and
screamed in pain. The last thing she saw before she passed over into afterlife
was herself coming through the door on the other side of the room, falling
* * * * *
He was home. The flow of life, the flow
of constant change was there again. The nightmare-world that had held him
prisoner within his own mind, catched in a constant state of immobility and
depression, had gone away. Slowly and carefully he stepped out of the wreckage
that was the last remainder of his cage beyond the barrier. Flapping sounds made
him aware of the being that approached him rapidly. Lil'Tkuhl~brq* landed to his left and
looked at the cage, which was dissolving already. He looked at Lil'Tkuhl~brq* and recognized his own face. Lil'Tkuhl~brq*, who had just emerged from the wreckage,
savioured in the feeling of dissolving into another form. Lil'Tkuhl~brq* threw him a startled look and said: "You're
"I've never been away," replied Lil'Tkuhl~brq* and struck out with his paw to rip Lil'Tkuhl~brq* open, as he was hungry and had to gather
strength for the remainder of his Frig*Gkar pilgrimage.