615. About knowledge, 3
N - Mom, what was that?
R - You’re far too young to know!
Of course, Blume is laughing her ass off. Bitch.
B - You’re getting grumpy Rose.
I strangle her for a little while, at least until she stops laughing.
Nokarlık is curious about the meaning of the pictures of moving lights she saw. Too curious...
No...
B - Well, you know...
R - Don’t you dare say it!
The worst and weirdest part is I already have taught Nokarlık the basic principles of sexuality and human reproduction.
She didn’t really understand them at all at the time. They were too abstract. But now, even though picture-wise it was still a little abstract, it was still far too vivid and pictorial!
N - Mom, Rose?
R - Ooh...
I’ll tell her.
But I want to leave this sinful city behind now!
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We settled a new camp on the next river giving into the sea in this estuary.
Behind the rather verdant ruins of a megalopolis we’re leaving, the desert of complex sand quickly restarts. The jungles didn’t last.
The little baby crocodile wanders around on a leash. We fish what comes between sea and river. Mostly octopuses and crabs around here.
Crocodile can’t quite crack a crab’s exoskeleton yet, but does love its taste.
Nokarlık likes to eat things raw as usual as well. I know, I’ve given up...
Far more embarrassing now was teaching her sexuality, to her. I kept thinking of what Bleue would have said or done if she were there. Not that she would have been a good moral example or teaching any virtues to my daughter. Goodness, in no way that would have been the case. I feel like I’m surrounded by deviants.
But at least, she wouldn’t have been half as shy as me about it. Nor would she have been too ill conceited, unrealistic or dare I say, old-fashioned.
I know Nok is not really human, and her body is fully mature already. But thinking of her as my two years old baby, I’m still awfully uneasy...
Not that anything is as it seems and looks. Nokaranlık is a joyful humanoid creature. As human as can be, with the intelligence of a growing child but the body of an adult.
She doesn’t have her menstruations, but I know how little that could mean for a being-like-her that was designed by a perfectionist hand.
I wanted to burn myself from shame and embarrassment, but I taught her, more clearly, how we’re made down there. How reproduction used to work, and the sensations of masturbation. Not that I was an expert in any of these.
R - But I somehow have been surrounded by perverts for as long as I can remember.
B - Oy! You taught me too!
N - Oh?
Nokaranlık’s eyes and fingers shone so much that I sighed, head down in quiet despair.
Blume begun behaving lasciviously in front of us. Given how beautiful she is, it did light up a warmth in me. Far too easily for my own good and pride, but it also made me twitch in the blaze of a rightful anger.
I told Nok to go study on her lessons somewhere else, while I plan to give a good scolding one to that perverse flower.
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More strangling later, and pleasuring around, we inhabited this corner of overgrown city for a little while.
Before we continue through toward New York, I decided for us to rest there a little while in these outskirts.
It gives time to Nokaranlık to learn more, about other things as well, and to raise the little crocodile.
Blume and I venture the old ruins for useful historical artefacts to study, and also plain modern artefacts.
B - I think there is one around. Probably somewhere underground. No discernible being-like-us though.
Like us, hm... It still pains me a little, and my inner Ogre grins over it, but I guess she’s right.
R - Humanity truly is doomed...
For I’m shedding like dead useless skin all of the morality I inherited from that past as years go by. Curses.
What will I abandon next?
I don’t want to think I could one day begin eating human brains, and being able to learn things from them; or worse even, to enjoy it.
Goodness. May this day never come.
Although... If not over blood, I guess I could restart the study of magic in a scientific manner. Between the three of us, we still have quite a good potential for T.I. manipulation.
And when we find the artefact here, we’ll have everything we need.
~
Blume and I venture side by side into the catacombs of a centuries old underground metropolitan network.
Many tunnels have collapsed, or been flooded, or just... harbour now things you don’t want to get near to. Alive or otherwise.
But this speleological work can find maps regularly. It’s taking us days still, but it’s rather straightforward.
We chat, looking around us with our lamps as we go.
R - Why do you think we’ve seen so few monsters and beings-like-you since we arrived in the Americas? Europe seemed to be brimming with them against here.
B - Hm. I’m not entirely sure. It might only be the time difference and overall fall in population. It could also be a mere disparity like environments or geology. The patterns of biosphere are chaotic and complex. The ocean of T.I. that flooded the world all these years ago might have since turned into complicated and uneven patterns as the continents and mountain ranges have.
R - So... With all living forms and spores sometimes concentrating T.I. around them, randomly, we ended up with a completely uneven scattering of it?
B - It seems plausible. I can only perceive shockwaves of high magnitudes, so the overall dispersion is invisible to me. Although I did notice my perception of T.I. felt different. Meaning it could be less elevated, like lower altitude, or have different patterns I’m unable to get accustomed to. A different ecosystem.
R - You can’t see it on a quantum level?
B - I can work atomical tools, but hardly below that scale. I know of them but hardly perceive them in real time and normal context.
There is still so much to learn, even for us. Not just for my child.
The tunnels finally end in a deeper station where the radiations of T.I. originate from.
A crystal of it is lying nearby, and gently decaying.
And nothing but us comes to claim it. Lucky us!
The creature that condensed this power and then died seem to have been a gigantic sort of octopus, made with a lot of metals. The remnants are like bones it probably never had.
Along its broken pieces, we find the shard that bends the light around it in unusual ways.
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