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His thoughts
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Here it is. My long journey is about to end. I will take my first steps. I’m coming up on a, what’s the word? Planet. A terran planet. Blue, green. Water, grass, trees. I think that’s what they’re called.
Something is happening down there, it’s chaos. Flashes of light, the word I believe is explosions. There are these things, these bodies floating above the planet, they also have explosions around them. And, they’re shooting bright lights at each other, it’s almost mystical, if I didn’t know exactly how it worked when I looked at it, it would be magic. What is going on?
He begins to enter the atmosphere. But, he doesn’t burn up when he hits the ionosphere.
I should be burning up. I don’t remember what this is called but judging by what I can see, it should be burning me up. This must mean I’m not made of the same substance that everything else is. This confirms my theory, I’m not alive, just conscious. Maybe I used to be, I can’t be sure, but I’m not anymore.
The surface speeds toward his face as he comes down towards it, at thousands of meters per second and getting slightly faster.
As he gets closer he sees figures, small spots rushing around, more explosions, but smaller than the ones he say from the top of the atmosphere. These figures were shooting light at each other as well, like the floating bodies he saw. But he didn’t have much time to think.
His first reflex was to solidify. If he allowed himself to phase through the planet, he knew he would be drifting for another while longer. He wanted to stop, and answer all the questions.
What immediately followed his impact was a loud boom, a dust explosion, and a deep rumbling. Cracks appeared in the ground around the point of impact. The chaos previously around the site had ceased. It was still now. The dust began to clear and the sound started subside.
But there was still one noise, he couldn’t think of what it could be.
Noise, that’s what it’s called. It’s new, before I could only see. It seems I can also hear. What is that noise? It’s called screaming. Where is it coming from, it sounds close. Very close.
He looked around, searching the crater he created for the source of the noise.
I can’t find it. Maybe if I start walking I will. Maybe if I start walking I’ll find all of my answers. Why am I angry? Why do I hurt? Where did I start? What am I? What was I, if I was?
He takes a step. And another. And another.