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The tension in Mathieu’s heart and veins rose. His body activity and warmth grew abruptly. The cloud of influences became sharper and more vivid. Oh, something emotional for him was acting up.
Because in his eyes, Pascal’s shape was recognised again.
Anger growing with barely any control. His limbs moving faster, his muscles going snappy and tight like leather.
After him. After his love and hatred.
Me behind his shoulder, I grew my smile.
After him little soldier!
His limbs and body ran with lowered friction toward his destination, as if to crash for a melting collision.
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They don’t keep track of time and days, not that I care to do any better.
The only clock I care for is elsewhere in that broken castle, not in the sky nor in their heart.
Although I like to keep an eye on their amusement and dancing patterns. It’s thrilling.
Ahead of us Pascal is running away, quite swift on his legs as well. Their feet just brush the ground now. But Mathieu is a little tougher and gaining ground on his cloudy friend. They’re the same colour and abstract amount of particles to me, but I get some senses and impressions of how they feel for one another.
The landscape is hard around and ahead. They might fall from cliffs there. Would they scatter? Would their self-sustaining systems go colder? Probably not. I think they could handle that, but they might not realise it. It’s funny, because nothing is certain. They can grow wild, and I have some idea of how much they could transform.
But first of all currently, I enjoy the show they’re giving me.
Mathieu is warming up and going for the fight. Pascal is realizing he won’t be able to escape this time.
They’re reaching the end of that plateau overlooking a wide of these old cities. These artificial mineral trees would be another thing worth studying someday. But now the fun is with the fast paced living animals, not impervious minerals.
P - Mathieu stop!
Mathieu didn’t stop. He struck his recently found weapon and almost hit his enemy. I let them play, amused.
They exchanged a few blows and dodges.
Something began to bug me however.
Pascal’s mood and mind shifted rapidly.
He wasn’t serious anymore.
He didn’t want exactly to flee for his life nor to kill Mathieu in anger any longer. His mind had shifted entirely toward something else. And he kept yelling at Mathieu to listen and stop, with voice or thoughts.
Something had changed...
And now my curiosity shifted as well.
I raised a thought.
Mathieu and Pascal were caught and frozen on the spot. Like statues now. Maybe there’s some irony, but I don’t care to delve into it.
I climbed onto the frozen still body of Mathieu until I reached his shoulder, where I sat the doll.
A breath away Pascal was as petrified muscularly, but more anxious than furious. Mathieu was furious, I was curious.
L - Why do you want him to stop so vehemently? Don’t you want to decide who is stronger little brother?
Pascal’s body was unable to speak. I released my grasp just slightly around their chest so they could breathe and speak. Mathieu began yelling, so I stopped him again.
I made the doll glance at Pascal again. I liked to listen to his answer at the same time as I read his brain.
P - I must help someone...
L - What for? What to?
Oh Pascal doesn’t trust me at all. He will not answer. And his body began burning T.I. to adapt to the field I’ve tied them into. He’s got some good spirits. Soon enough, he was able to move slightly, focusing more power through that spear of his to liberate his body.
Mathieu facing him was transforming a different way, a little more away from humanity. Less thoughts, more power. They make me feel things I like now, how they evolve and want to interact so vividly.
They are hearing me laugh as best I try to communicate.
Pascal can try to strike me instead if he wishes so. Seeing me as friend or enemy is so childish, it’s just fun.
Surprising me again, Pascal chose, rather than attacking his brother or me, to aim his accumulated power toward the ground instead. He still wants to evade my grasp. How shrewd of you little boy. And how much his handling of T.I. has grown over such little time, colour me impressed.
He rose his eyes toward his brother, trying to warn him again.
P - Mathieu, if you continue to hate me as you do, you will turn into a monster.
M - ...
I think he knows, and doesn’t care. He painfully prefers the easiest and tormenting fate to the harder humiliation and transformation. Maybe I’m mean. Solidity and decay are easier tendencies for intelligent beings than reincarnation. Pascal isn’t that much different, but in this situation he’s not the one sliding toward a mental shift that will abandon their definition as humans.
Mathieu is moaning and groaning, painfully aware, and unable to accept the peak of pain required for a transformation. Gradual evolution is the normal way of change without intelligence. They’re not able to do revolutions...
I wonder what cloud of perception and information is able to on this planet?
Well, to be fair, humans can, it just depends on the size and scope of the changes and effort we ask them to do.
I’m sure Mathieu would accept not to drink spoiled water for a few hours if I advised him to. But for him to abandon his hatred just won’t do.
Pascal is a little different today though.
That is puzzling. I wonder what creature he wants to help?
By the time I thought of that, I had left Pascal blow up that part of the ground and jump away. Oh well.
I released Mathieu from the ties that got him paralysed all along this time. He still stood where he had been before, only he was covered with dirt now.
His first reaction wasn’t to yell however, but to throw the doll on his shoulder to the ground and to crush it under his heel. He stomped on the object with wrath and anger that had grown wordless. His madness was beyond insults now.
I observed amused how his cloud of personality devolved a little further toward something primal. I think I’ve hurt him. He’s so fun.
He left this place, abandoning the doll.
Oh well. That’s been fun.
I did care for him. Not that he will now care however.
I raised another will and made the body of the doll rise again. It still contains my main anchors to this reality and world. It remains my best point of reference to interact with this world of Earth. So I’ll keep it a while longer.
The doll moved as expected and walked to the edge, as if to look for Pascal escaping somewhere below.
His cloud is so wide and perceptible. The city itself must be quite a sight for their eyes. It’s abstract like everything else to me. I wish I had a human body. It could be nice.
L - What creature do you want to help I wonder?
I looked for different spectrums of radiations in space. But space is filled with a full sea of signals, opening my perception around isn’t discriminating enough.
Removing the ranges from the sun. Removing the ranges from the Earth.
Removing the ranges from the source.
Oh.
I didn’t notice it before. I wonder how long it’s been around?
I discover something shining, in the distance albeit not too far from where we are. It’s unique around here.
Also Pascal and Mathieu have some similarities that cause interferences of signals, making that source element harder to spot in the background.
Did it hide behind them and their fields of gravity knowingly? Maybe it’s different from them.
Maybe it tried to remain hidden away from my sight? I’m not sure.
I wonder if it’s running away...
Now I can’t help but smile.
L - I’ll check on you little shiny thing...
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