LOOP THE LOOP
Slochin lay down quietly in his compartment; safe from the hustle and bustle
of running a starship. He sneakily reached underneath his bunk and pulled out
an object approximately the shape of a small bread box. He slowly turned a
small dial on the front of it, once right, then left, then right again until a
lid popped open on the top. He closed the lid and again tried the combination;
again the lid popped open. This time he placed the box on the floor and took
out a gas mask from inside a cupboard, then locked his compartment door. He
pushed a small button on the center of the dial and a strange pink smoke began
to fill the room. Quickly he reached his hand into the box, and pushed on
something. He stepped back and, after hearing a loud "boom" come
from within, pulled out a very similar box. This time he talked into a small
receiver on the cover. "Mij Slochin."
small hand came out of nowhere; it sort of melted out of the side of the box.
Mij put his palm flat against the hand.
hand went back in and came out again, only this time it toted a small book.
Mij took off the mask, smelling the air and noting that the strange pink gas
had faded to nothing. He lay back down on his bed and began to read.
book, of course, was the famed Diary of Wisdym; he had read the thing back and
front many times; yet, somehow, he always enjoyed it more and more each time;
perhaps it was the fact that he always hoped he could find out more about the
past, and, most importantly, about Taft's death. He knew that the Tiara of
Phumos could solve many of the questions, but Taft II refused to let anyone
use it, because, "My father used it to kill himself."
approached the end of the book; and again he found out nothing. He sighed in
exhaustion as he read the last entry; "Oh, well," he muttered.
And then his fingernail caught on something. Four or
Five pages at the very end had somehow gotten stuck together, and he
frantically tried to carefully unstick them. Finally they came:
is the day that Ozino has chosen for the combination of the Power; so this
will be my last entry. I will, however, end this fantastic book with a most
fantastic entry; the history that Aven and I made this day.
see, Diary, today Aven and I met in a far distant place in the forest; far
from Ozino's watchful eye. Aven's two sons, Alyne and Suaet were there too. I
was surprised to see them, for I thought that this was to be Aven and my last
time to be together: but it turned out that he had a lot more planned than
just a few kisses. He had created a plan that would continue his genetic line
after Ozino's plan had destroyed us. Founded underwater, just off the coast of
Brazil, Alyne had built a place that he called "The Room without
doors." Powered by technology beyond my knowledge, the primary brain of
the entire complex was a computer known as PUTR. Even before I knew the
purpose of the computer, however, I was horrified by it; because, you see,
PUTR was not just a machine. It was a machine run by the power of two human
minds. Suaet and his wife, Ayne, were its first victims: They had agreed to
dispose of their bodies to become the mind of PUTR.
purpose of the complex was to keep Alyne's body alive throughout untold
centuries, and, to let it live once more only when it was needed by the world.
I will get to a few details, later, but first I have to brag: You see, I too
was given a job. And I was asked to do quite an impressive thing: To create
two holograms to protect the Room. At first I disagreed with the entire idea:
I didn't want anything to do with a machine that needed people to die before
it could operate! Oh, but you do know how persuasive Aven is. Oh, I love that
decided to make the holograms quite powerful, to protect the room from strong
strangers; quite ugly, to scare away the unwanted and quite out of the norm,
to accentuate the Power of Aven and me.
final product matched my original hopes exactly. The holograms I created were
huge creatures, roughly eight feet tall and two and a half feet wide; they
were tinted in an odd, brownish-orange color, and had strange green moss
seeping out as fur. Their body structure was proportionate to that of a
human's; however, their huge, gaudy mouths were located deep within their
necks, giving the appearance of strange moving ho1es where their chins should
have been. Their sickly yellow teeth moved in an accordian-like fashion, going
in and out, in and out. Their noses were flat: They wouldn't even have been
called noses except for the fact that there were two holes cutting at an angle
from underneath them. The only speck of color in the gigantic monsters were
their large, blue eyes; but they were so huge that they appeared to be
connected only by the optic nerves. Their hands had five fingers, much like a
man's, but each one also contained a huge pointed spike in the middle of each
palm. Aven loved the creatures, and he made them real in the Mystic Wind. The
end result was absolutely perfect; my holograms had all the powers and
weaknesses of men except for one: They could not be destroyed. After all, what
can you do to a hologram? And they made the perfect guards. They would fool
anyone, anytime; for they looked so real: They were indestructable and no one
would ever know why. One of them, which we named Bindletime, was teleported to
the Euphrates River. Bindletime would be awakened from a constant sleep if
ever Alyne's body was awakened. The other we named Gibbenhide. He was placed
in the Mississippi River, to awake and seek revenge if ever, parish the
thought, Alyne's body died. You see, (now we get to the details) the room was
set up so that, if required, Alyne's body could last an eternity. The soul of
Alyne, though, could not be affected by PUTR, and would have to die after a
certain allotment of time. The idea was set up, then, that other souls would
exist in his body after his soul died; sort of children of the mind. Each one
would serve their alloted lifetime in Alyne's body, then they would give way
to their own children. Names were even picked for these mental descendents:
Alyne's first descendent was to be named Ledic, after the original descendent;
the second Inev, after Aven's brother; the third Avin, after my cousin; the
fourth Suaet after the son that gave his life to be a computer; the fifth
Iven, after my uncle; the sixth Grogi, after Aven's great grandfather; the
seventh Mimben, after Aven's other brother; the seventh Ralph, after my
father; the eighth Onizo, a name I put in that Aven reversed; the ninth
Biffin, after Aven's first son, who died at birth; the tenth Archimedes, after
my pet dog; the eleventh Frigzip, after my pet name for Aven; and the twelfth
Excho, after my husband's good friend. After the twelfth descendent the cycle
of names would be repeated.
it grew closer to nighttime, Aven finally gave the word for PUTR to begin
operation, and thus he ended the lives of Ayne and Suaet. We then returned to
the motel and talked about tomorrow: He told me of his decision of a Key; A
beautiful multi-studded harmonica would hold his powers. Personally, I prefer
my idea: A beautiful Amulet to be worn around the neck. Oh, well. Each to his
Diary, I guess its time to say goodbye forever. I have made my Amulet, and
tomorrow I will... well... I wonder what will happen to us after our essense
has left into our Key. Who knows... maybe....
This is the end. My only regret of this life is that I couldn't have held
Slochin slowly closed the book. That answered a whole heck of a lot of
questions. He put the book back into the still outstretched arm of the box. It
took the book, returned into the box, and somehow, magnetically perhaps, slid
into the bigger box. A small red light near the dial was proof that all
defense systems were functioning.
slowly lied down on his nice soft pillow, and began to fall asleep. "Pet
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