Incoming Zilch and Neutrinos Naked!

It was a virus.

No, it wasn’t.

Yes, it was.

Mary is right to an extend because there was a virus streaming the human life form. But what Liz is interested in is denying it because she knows the virus has spread and that it lives inside of her brain, even worse, it subsidises the germ-like molecules that support conscious overdrive to behave like interceptors, neutrinos of the negative mass.

They agree to disagree until one of the Syngrahls approaches and snatches their venom-torch to take it further into the living space.

You don’t deserve this because you are not healthy enough to disperse this venom to the entities.

You need to abandon the rocks and let go of this.

Mary drips more liquefied Litrons.

Liz is unsure how will this end. Unsure because she fears any negative outcome – she blames herself for the exchange.

I should have been a bit more sentimental…wiser, really. She said to herself quietly. While Mary is floating backward and forwards, Liz is sitting there feeling guilty and impotent.

The Gallard-Zone, the area between Iris-Earth, the earth that was artificially created and Usurum-Clank, the part of earth that still exists but is dishevelled and disorganised, is the most dangerous part in between two spheres. Mary comes from Gallard, Liz is an Usurum princess. Both of them have the similar type of venom but Mary’s makes it possible a scratching onto the consciousness dome and you can leap into it and make contacts, whereas Liz’s is much more straightforward venom that can bring new bodies in by selecting the most and well-deserved lot to become successful to meet the scratchers team.

The reason they met in the Brave zone is that both worlds have become entrenched in a conflict for each other’s resources and no one knows how they are going to sort out the issue.

Mary offers more resolution by offering to exchange one of her days in Iris to a day in Usurum only if Liz agrees to let her in her world.

They kept being called through their trapazon.

I want to be left alone; she states to Liz.

Yes, I agree, I want to stop them from calling. Can’t we just have a normal conversation? Liz said.

Exactly, or at least try to find a solution that will affect their lives too. I mean my lot does not need it. She states.

They are always beyond the curtain. All I want to do is impress them. I can do the brave zone and that they can’t, she said.

Liz isn’t that impressed. She is running out of patience with the running out of the venom.

Mary, in the meantime, is immersed in the intricacies of becoming the first one to stress the good news back home. She just can’t remove herself from the risk of cultural repetition, a sense that you are uncompromising in the way how you delete yourself away from the day-to-day usage of old mentalities. Things like; the deprivation of oneself from the rest of the sheer jealousy, thirst for wanting more, dedication to self-destruction by copying other instances of feeling sad, sorrow or happy.

Izzy feels less guilty than Mary on this one.

As they were circling around the Tokhik sphere, they sense the ball of energy entering their mass. For Mary, approaching it and making sense of it isn’t important. For Izzy, because she is not into much of the space politics, is going to be hard to resist. She rubs the sphere; she feels the tension; she inhales the intensity but she cannot comprehend what this would mean in a normal circumstance if she had the guts to live off that life or to experience that ecosystem.

They circulate round and round. They feel a sense of orgasm-like drive in the edges of their peripheral conducts and deploy all the emotions in the world in this sphere, the known unknown.

Mary is interested in the venom, but Izzy slowly but surely is becoming the venom.

Mary pricks the north pole area of Takhok. Red liquid comes out of it and spills all over the air, spreads fast. Izzy has the protector on, but sneezes. A retro memory induces her into a quick faint. A lot of flashing memories aggregate her mind endlessly, pushing her to the Napoléon times. Then George Washington appears, stroking her hair. Steve Jobs offers her an apple.

Bite, he said.

Bite and be aware that you have been changed into something extraordinarily human.

Penetration of the green stuff seemed to have affected Izzy more than Mary. Mary continues with pricking further more angles of the spherical-shaped balloon. Years tip by and decades look rougher. Izzy looks for Mary synergy.

No luck so far, only bones and dense people skeletons have become powder keg for minor explosions there and then.

Izzy blows away herself. The streaming wave of retgravity pulls away from corner to corner. Mostly colours of content are picked out and are having a good day so far. In the meantime, decades soon become centuries. She fell on the feet of Augustus, The Caesar. She is asked to kiss it and be thankful that she exists in the other world with all the Roman complications. Things like life longevity, deceases, live amputations because of gangrene, prostitution of the highest level, hunger and thirst, brutal killings in homes where dinner is served with caviar.

She can’t stand Augustus, she wants Calicula, but Calicula is busying himself with a variety of petal parties and hasn’t got time to entertain a future wormhole visitor.

Mary, whilst bursting the balloon, catches the sneeze too. But she is a Gallagan cell and abiding by the cell’s orders means you cannot change or absorb the difference. Takhok bursts and with it, the whole surrounding space is filled with the red liquid.

Mary disappears as if not to exist on the face of the ProtoVerse. There is plenty of time to disunite the power of red liquid, but not enough time to bring Mary back and see if she can be recovered, reliving the experience of the near-excitement of Takhok.

Izzy is switched back on and expecting to be reuniting with Mary.

Zilch matter here.

She whispered to herself. Zilch sense of humanity. Zilch existence. I go back to my lot and tell them I have been good and that I have encountered nothing that will have any effect on their lives. She stated.

Neutrinos, in the meantime, are squandered through the remnants of the ProtoVerse energy.

Nothing is left to be forgotten and everything else is to be processed by Izzy.

Her own self has gone through the peculiarities of living momentum without an embrace to the smash.

She feels the winner.

She is the winner.

The journey back to the Usurum is smooth and quick.

Tags:

~Singrahl= Mass of Neutrinos assembled in one unit. They protect the sphere from strangers.

~Litrons=  A liquid mass that supports interstellar travel, only humans can adapt to it. They swallow the liquid and it sits tight in their new organ called the StellarBag.

~Trapazon=A communication tool that connects them both with their entities.

~Tokhik Sphere= A ball of a spherical shape that withholds deep thoughts of the past, all humanly or non-humanly battlefields recorded, all browsing and net data that has been recorded in the past few decades, all the birthing and dying of humans, all the making and unmaking of stuff of humanity past and present, where’ve they lived and cohabited, all of it recorded and packaged up in this sphere.

~Retgravity= An energy mass that pulls mass away, sways from objects. refuses to play ball with earhly physics.

~ProtoVerse= Mass of universes that collide in space-time exercise explosion sometime in the future.