Duke carefully approached through the slippery grass which changes its shape like a king changing it's what. Outfits. Duke saw the sky changing it's colors more often than his sinking heartbeat, which was slowly erasing away. Until he saw it did. A pipeline. Grey liquid was pumped through revolving faucets which gave an uncanny friction to them also dripping out. The dripping liquid was astonishingly purple which cleared the land for walking.
Every moment stepped with as if a blossoming tulip pores admired circling around him and changing radii. The purple water dripped every where and scaring the grass that was exotic and scary. The scary element was maybe it was considered infectious and chemically active. Duke mumbled something.
A voice mumbled. Duke mumbled again. To it the voice mumbled, It's important because it's important. A physical entity fit to survive the slimy ecosystem. Requires suspension. I'm sorry, these are duty affairs. To edit these are not in my screen corners.
Maybe he was happy, maybe he was sad. He feelings were somehow gone. Suspended. Although, his conscious knew how and when you should be happy but subcontext was slowly fading away more like compressing. He later thought as if anxieties would go away. As a matter of fact they did. Or were lost forever. Not only anxieties, phobias, fears, irrational understandings of realities, illusions, past hallucinations, all stored in an amalgam and transported to a bin.
His conscious showed him. New planet. How he came? When he came? Why? Who knew?
He didn't know his go to planet reaction. For now, one wanted him to have one.
He was like a well-grown test tube baby with robust leafy feet. In his eyes, he saw his hands were turned sharper than ever, looking like two can openers if there were any pubs nearby. None. He lifted his head but it went down, and saw his whole body looked like a gigantic mushy toy. Gigantic, he thought. He wished to experience the contours of his face but couldn't. Although, his mouth was sealed but not his nostrils and deep black eyes that looked like inverted cashew nuts.
Unaware of his face gave him comfort. He was scared if he tried touching his face with his pointed hands, it would cause his mushy, sweaty face to undergo
He wasn't who he was. A sense of new. He was someone else. His head wiped. Some part of it was reserved in a teeny-tiny cubicle of his mind and suspended to use. I like this world, no matter how yellowish, green, red and grey it is. It felt like a first day of a baby in a world that looked loopy.
He had various mind counters of thoughts than before. But how might he know? His before was wiped off wholly. Out of ten thought counters around four to five were of praise. The praise was meant to be compulsory. Duke did not feel monotonous in his mind. Duke didn't breathe. Duke didn't have sense of air. He had a sense of touch and smell but he could not feel his breath. This provided him courage with he constructing his own new belief system. In this world, there's no sense of breathing. You have to be connected to this land which basically is breathing. A yellow and grey pipeline had formed all over his body through which yellow blood flowed upside and grey blood went in the roots. The world with planet as one entity who had these ears. The ears that heard every sound even his uncontrollable breath. The leaking slimy yellow water that was his foot's sweat.
A Brief History of Slimyness
It's eyes had keen interest in his turned legs with liquid flowing over the flat knee which loved changing with the infectious atmosphere which his body's ecology didn't support. BLEH! He puked and was proud of it. Duke thought, I think it's necessary for someone to puke. This thought. It certainly was him. No doubt. The pride was him for sure which he had, for his actions. His touch was turning every creature or surface slimy. The surface was slimy as hell. It was like his body was damp all the time. The sweat was probably familiarizing with the land ... salivating through his legs but the grass leaning to it experienced it to be an astounding pleasure to experience with the touch. The smelly liquid that turned gaseous on the tips of stem. The grass was genuinely shimmering in silence as if it felt multiple orgasms. Steady and slow, he didn't like it where it was going. The whole body salivating. Every inch salivating. A strange sense of pity was ranked a hundred by Duke. He believed that everything was rational and how the limitations here were flexible. Ginell had revealed in the book which he gave to Duke. Chapter 1 -'The Romantic Articulacy of Consistency and IN-Consistency'. Although, consistency was like microscopic, calling one's bluff, and rarely visible around town. Consistency was like democracy, never talked about. 'An organized planet which still required an organization. A stiffy, stubborn and relentlesss one. It might be due to the changing materials and those 'things' which might be recalled as 'Thingmaes' due to their not-at-all-consistency. The creatures looked like they were about to say something but they never did. They believed that this was against the rules of a glorified book called PRAGMAtash written and published by PRAGMATise. The planet's land with a first person view was like a kitchen with utensils lined systematically to their apparent spots. Strange-sized 100 yards pale silver spaces were visible as for the creatures of Fruitonis departing & arriving from their stem holes of tubular flowers which looked gigantic and the only possible way to enter their sweet home. Those utensil like objects were hard to understand because of it's material structure that was uncomprehending. Being there for almost a thousand neoyears including the random turning days. They said it protected it from their imaginary meteors but were a mystery. The first rule written in the book PRAGMATise was to don't ruin the plates. There was a whole chapter, it consisted of a thousand stones that have to be liquified so to resolve the information into chunks and by reading in the mind. Ruining meant to not think about it, no over thinking on it (that was like for a minute or so), and if somehow you thought about it for long, just you have to pass half of the Stonix shore. The Stonix shore wasn't some hazy grass fuzzing around, it was the no-Frutonis/Stroncks land. No one is allowed there, because of the unfavourable atmosphere. The Frutonis cannot handle that amount of heat for more than five minutes. The Stroncks also require a certain icing point before entering that shore. The plates, the long rectangles, the sleek cylindrical rotating pipes which somehow kept those in motion. Duke ignored. Observed & thought, Their perfect home which looked like an expanded Fruitcoat, propelled on the humongous domes of symbols that looked like A, Cle, Ap, Av, etc. ending at Zu. It was he who thought all this, interesting. It was difficult to say how many creatures lived on this planet at present. The population probably was worse than Earth's buffoonish chaos. But their were two major distinguishing types. The digenous and indigenous. The indigenous were the ones with no brains, only survived, they were Vamirage, Burpincy and Soylice. No one would like a cheesy remark on how the names were made. It just came to them once in a while. Though, it's uncomprehending to say out loud, which might sound like a human being slurping mocktail at irregular intervals.
Varied races of fruit roaming all over. Until the three were deeply varied in their communities. What the frak. Mostly looked just like like marshmallows and apples with a sub difference in mobility and appearance. The planet's odor was fruitfully fruitish. Every fruit's aroma was scented through every small inch of the planet. Duke struggled in a deep sense of confusion. He had formed or morphed into two personalities, which provided him a state of temporary uneasement. The one personality was uneasy with the continuous change around him. The other personality was still processing information like a new born-baby. Both were fighting with each other in his mind like Id, and Super Ego. The sole problem was the issue of having no mediator to rule out one side or to arrange specific judgements for both. It looked like a epiphany was injected somewhere in him. He had to become the Ego.
He didn't knew before anything. The sub variations of yellow strands or lines transferred inside. They were gushing yellow. Fainting a thousand times at the sight of a new variation. Now he just knows, some things without question. I mean he should. It's his job here. Like for instance, this world was a living boger For sure which is slimy, thick, scary and exotic for a human to live. The human might attain salvation here or learn to evolve through this fast-paced land, that thrashed someone that looked the same for a minute.
These new insights made him frequently nauseous and cold. It felt as if he became pale, & couldn't breathe. He knew he'd absolutely vomit if this becomes more frequent because he was already sinking in this world as he entered. He was obvious of a certain thing that he is going to sacrifice himself in a few days, examining the world that he has gleefully enjoyed his days of existence.
Some leaky rovers punched holes, with tales like flying hotdogs with no stick. Atleast, have an handle or staircase, or a bar. The larger size had to show respect to the smaller one.
There was no consistent norm in this world. You have to be aware of the creatures, with whom they shake their bubbly forms, their metallic cords, or the flattening of sheets.
They were changing their shape and filling their gaps after every freaking minute. Constantly. They splashed fluid with green seeds that were juicy like raisins. Apparently where they rested & scents of Mosambi pulp. Juice droplets were not meant for evaporating. They were meant for conversion, restoration or learning how to soak inside your body. The Amuths probably were given more respect making them uneasy to digest, but since their ginormous bodies and chubby cheeks that supported four hairs on the middle, were the mainframe agenda of the Frutoni population. The cheeks, the tough sphere containing strong acids, were made tubular to listen the negatories of the whole population. Acceptance was reserved for those noodly four hairs.
The pulps or seeds that landed on the surface turned into the exotic indigenous species like the Soylice. It's probable mouth came out of the cracking seed, slowly forming an arc and widening up. It slowly looked like a boomerang shaped creature with two corner eyes, and a big metallic stand to balance the two curved slants. The slants were connected to a cylindrical pipe that held two big balls of aluminium which probably were used for digestion and excretion.
'Oh look! Finally, a Soy was found. The Vamis are gonnay be soy happie!
The creature to it's side was waiting for Soylice to completely build and achieve physical attainment turning itself into a complete body. It wanted to convert it's touching corner feets into the element Soy and wanted to use it for musically produce greeting sounds, though they were burps. It's common for this creature and had become a staple task to convert and have a slice of it. The Soylice species is on the verge of extinct. The creature proudly conveyed as Vamirage. These are three feet long legs with an eight inch shining yellow eye and a large metal scanner over the big gold forehead. They have exquisite ears and fingers which provide them sharp sound and sight.
The soulful Burpincy enjoyed every climate and were known for learning and adaptation, lived in their life of big burps and also loved to learn other forms of burps. They were scared of Amuths who were renowned for their death stares. The Amuths were the most scary creatures, being made of shimmering stone that in powdered form contain certain bits of information about a certain simulation. Their burps are filled with lazy and fatigue, they create haze during their timeout. These are categorised as the hibernators, they love to hibernate and show their concretehood once or twice an year, for excretion. If they see a particular Soylice or Vamirage or Burpincy, they need to perform a particular greeting with cornore signs. Soylice greeted just by closing it's eyes, because it wasn't an immobile but couldn't bend. Vamirage uses ten or eleven energy purifiers to attain fresh energy from the rays of planet.
'Believe it or not. You are on Fruitonis, for the fruits it's called 'The Land of the Abomin'. The name stood stone after a terrible thing happened. The term 'Abomin' was maybe not for the creatures of Stroncks but for ... we'll talk later about that. We here learn how our species is made and how the rate of shape-shifting is devoured by the creator in us. We're privleged with new visitors as we get more worshippers of the great Servoua.' The voice came from below the surface. On the very space he stood.
The voice giggled, 'I'll tell you the hack to live on the jillues of the creatures, Just be aware of the latest etiquette, that will make you stand out in the hazy crowd.
'Servousa is a series of those Divisioners, that you see up above. Those protect us from the lavafalls or when there is an unevenly balance. Like if the Vamirage lose their mental balance, they start disturbing the Burpincy by touching their four hairs and intiate into plucking those so to observe their mental state degrading and this leads to maintainence of the societal balance. It's like one pluck two plucks, and goes on.'
'These are the basic requirements which are fulfilled by these elements. Their is a shining source which ignites energy in these Servousa or the collection of plates, so to speak, which sharpens their mind and help them realize about the creatures, the change whenever required, so that one doesn't get bored in this world. It's also the food source, mostly intellectual caps are turned on which means they are finishing a ball.
Duke was not happy to hear this. His reactions were sad, contagious, nauseated. Duke was a creature of habit, he observed that there won't be any creature of habit, whatsoever, which might be unpleasant. Duke wasn't something that should knuckle under these lousy baboons creating smelly sounds so to speak.
'Never mind. So, the new visitors are the unmatured ones which lack knowledge and wisdom to live this shape-shifting lifestyle. It's a very scary planet and not meant for newbies.'
'Say what.'
'You lack skills. Basic skills.'
Duke trembled from the core. His face that had turned from green to red, red to orange, orange to black, black to grey and now the greyish face looked grim and an expression that showed he had to give up. He will give up. He can't adjust in this shape-shifting, morphing every minute, turning into new color, new specifications, round, triangle, pyramid, eclipses, etc.
His mind suggested him to run. He gave his best try. Ran a centimetre and got tired.
'Why can't I move smoothly or run normally?'
'Because you are untitled, unskilled, unchosen, untried and locked one. The first key is required to unlock your whole body for movement. This might happen if you achieve communication with each and every cymite. These are the king of cells and are the ones who order and provide tasks to your cell that registers in a small nucleus. For this, there's a center which will help you learn and create a place for you in this planet. It's you and only you who can create a space for yourself, with unlocking your inner potential, you become capable of shape-shifting into any material you like. But. That's very rare. This possibility is still out there so to find that one who could shape-shift into the great Servoua himself. The tip of living here is the purified space of every creature, you can't impurify anyone's space by infiltrating in their field. If their's a mistake, then the creature whose field you have entered will decide your fate on this planet verse'
A strange emotion triggered Duke, he tried to run. But couldn't move much, somehow.
'I wanna go back! Leave me alone!' Duke cried, vomiting all over through his big leafy feet turning into furry balls made from the noodley hairs of the Amuths.
'Why are you all doing this? Leave me! Stop inventing all this! Whoever you are! I'm sick of it!'
'You hear me! I'm sick of it!'
'We didn't invent anything. It's there.'
'In which universe?'
'In some universe, but I can't tell you everything... why am I talking like that? I shouldn't... but... never mind... there's a school specifically built for you. I hate to break this to you but please get your sorry ass there, please!
'Ok. So let me get this straight. I have to take admission in some school? And, I haven't seen any statue or a plaque or a tomb or any iconic figure of this goddamn Servoua? Why is he such a big deal! And, why am I stuck ... all of a sudden? At least let me move, so that I can reach that bullshit school of yours.'
'Keep your voice down, sir. You don't know the rules of this wondrous city. You need to learn and grasp with ardrous efforts to exceed the expectations I presently have for you. And, yes, don't you see it?
'Ginell! Where are you!' Duke cheered.
'I'm sorry whose this Ginell?'
Duke was impressed but felt just wrong.
'The Belts would guide the unmatured ones. Liquato, will help you there.' Ginell finished & whistled three times with some sort of sign language with hand bracketing floating in the air.
Duke was in no where. His body was feeling abnormally great. His thoughts came like frosting snow & freezed his mind like some gang bangers halted his Thinkbus. He remained overly on the fact that he was where no human sane had gone before. Probably had, how'd he know?
Duke's mind needed to rest. His mind had given up understanding. His every move looked like let bygones be bygones. He had gone crazy. The brain cells were dancing in his skull & kind of floating with increased rate of adrenaline & the rate of blood pumping slightly increased. His hypothalamus was hugging the new hormones being unduly secreted. The information was triggering and getting dumped so fast & consistent change which he disliked largely over all effects. An alarm triggered in his mind as he laid flat for a nap. Some hard screeching, breaking voices were like hitting a frozen banana with a hammer. He sat on the ground trying to sleep. High volt currents were flowing in his spine. Meanwhile, a pyramid shows up digging in front with a metal spike on top.
The pyramid's layer opened and straightening like a cloth of sand pointed towards the dome like structure which opened and closed in the blink of an eye.
'May I help you?' Liquato revealed itself.
'Sure ... but ... what are you ... who are you? A pyramid's weird prototype?' Duke yells with his appearance turning human unexpectedly.
'What'd you do?'
'Sir, I'm Liquato, the liquid extract-inject-or. I also work as a guidance system on this planet for Fruleons. And with your appearance, sir. It's changed so to normalize your brain nerves by decieving your vision to turn human. In reality, you're one of us.'
'I'm sorry?' Duke says. He realized that there's a misunderstanding or maybe Ginell channelized error in his sweat which resulted in arriving on this errorneous address.
'First rule - Never let anyone enter this field. This is your body field.' (draws a circle which shows up yellow neon lights and rotates like a cylinder).
'Second rule - In this world, you have to learn several things in a fast pace and also remove the ones learned from the records. It will be taught in the school of ours.
'Frutonis are the evolved fruits living on this planet. They have achieved balance in themselves and are trying to bring balance in other creatures. They are the ones that designed those platelets that you see above. Although those platelets are the reason behind this unevenness and which has also lead to increased amounts of liquids on our planet, it has become severely cold. A Frutoni was not evolved until before liquid extraction became possible for it.'
'Now, let's begin our tour.' Duke plainly observed pyramid's sharp triangular jaw moving up & down. It was like Duke's body moved and became instantly comfortable with the places he went. He often told himself, that it was some sort of coaster that he sat on.
Duke steadily tries to stand but falls. The crust looked softer than plastic. Due to which the pyramid helped him land pull up with ease.
'The planet shakes a little.' A little huh, Duke thought. He was being pulled slowly in the ground. He thought, No fooling in laws of physics, Gravity makes a fool out of you!
'Ha! Here? There's more than gravity that makes a fool out of you!' The pyramid's screechy curls were life draining.
Loud squeaky voices were consistently heard. As if an invisible giant wore sqeaking shoes and ran through the planet like a toddler. Gradually, they became loud. The volume was louder than ever & the sound started coming from everywhere. Duke instantly asks the pyramid to stop it.
'What's with these screeches?'
'Please don't scream. Talk with an average pitch. Shouldn't be high or low. It should be in the middle. It's against the rituals. Peaches are the one with the screeches. Nasty little voices. If you go high or low, you turn human with your body weight denser and you get soaked in like water flushing inside a sink.'
'Let me hand you this.' The pyramid opens his jaw in which there is melted metal flowing inside, it leaves a mark and fuses out a triangle made of metal. It was open from an angle. The opening was obvious that it had to be kept in the neck's blend so to increase or decrease the pitch through a touch on the opening from the outside.
'Touch your triangle tip twice through the neck. Once more ... done.'
'How about that.' Duke's voice sounded like an eighty year old Indian man with a walking stick.
'It'll go. Wait for it.' The pyramid finished.
The voice goes on for the next five secs killing Duke's ear sensations almost until it slows down beneath the crust. Bringing the sensations back to optimum.
'Those Peaches are actually helpful in some situations. We get to know if there is an intruder entering, new subject, or a new matured shape that requires to be legalized.' Liquato's jaw drops. He opens his brownish green mouth to detach the fallen jaw. It looked like an halfsphere partitioned with a thick layer of mud tightly aligned. Why am I the last to know all this, Duke's aggressive thoughts concerned him internally since his arrival.
'Oh, don't worry many creatures brought here are still newbies, they won't know a thing and might require assistance like I'm providing to you. For them someone might have been assisted.
'Ok. So, what do you guys actually do for a living?' Duke obsessively thought thrice before & after asking the natural question. It wasn't hard to say that everything he observed here looked so vast & occupied. Mainly unnatural.
'Well, my main operation for now is to guide you through the conveyor belts. Just remember the rules I had told and you're good to go.'
Duke's urge to knowing deepens and starts irritating him like a fungus itch on a groin. Duke suddenly observes that everything turns to dust and there is an inexhaustible supply of darkness where one side had shown a hazy pulleys with big chairs that turned into sofa with a click. Duke should have slept on the couch without a single huss. The couch ignited a strong metallic circle that covered all over the couch.
'I wanna know everything what h-e-l-l is goin-on!' Duke yells were low key keeping his voice as a lazy voice. Later the pyramid opened up over the metal punch that had covered him. It was probably a floating projector that showed pyramid and he was able to talk to it.
'Sir. Sir! The DypuSS covers nearly thirty percent on this planet and so do we. There is a root-stem liquid coming your way to give you knowledge. Wash your tips with it, you'll know.'
'I had already done that, now hang me!'
'The FUSE!'
'If it's done then, why haven't you activ- Oh you gotta be kidding me! Look at that fuse on your swollen neck. Do your want is your neck to be reduced to bare MINIMUM! It's gonna blast with heat radiating from the ejected fuse, take it out NOW!'
'Hold on. How'd you got to know about that fuse, it's made here, used here and later refined to reuse.'
'I just knew.' Duke's happy smiles were not visible on that planet but he had changed through his insides of his personality. It was like there was a stronger power controlling his mind.
Duke's lazy green arms revolve around the neck and suceed in ejaculating the fuse chip. The fuse chip opened up, it turned over and started rotating, it's momentum and speed of rotation increased with respect to it's shape and size, with it's two wheels over the side which slowly turned into propellers. The chip suddenly opened it's eyes, through the two hinges that had just painted upon it. The metal hinges were not made of Earthian metal, it was like a metallic plastic which blew Duke's damn mind, they were joined to the upcoming screen which reclaimed that it could double into as many screens and liked the way Duke looked at it with his finest blue eyes. The fuse chip-turned-tablet was propelling above and reached to Duke's big heavy face. It rested on his long noodley hands, as Duke observed that some sort of sentences were vibrating on it. In neon white lights, it said, 'Hi, it's an honour to finally meet you.'
Duke sighs loudly with blank looks. His mind said a weak Hi in mind which straightaway got imprinted in neon white headlines. 'If I once change to the way I actually am and lay down on the DypuSS grass, so then it won't soak me, right?'
'You can try. The soaking may speed up in a minute or so.' Duke shared a laugh or two. Liquato saw that he was faking a laugh which failed like blue ice falling from an airplane.
'Come on! The poor guy needs rest. It's required to learn more about your roots of knowledge which grow extensively every hour!' Duke cries for long and in next few seconds, the extra fat glued on him injects or vanishes inside his body. Leaving his human body fat visible straight away lied lean on the ground.
'It worked.' Duke cranked his body and thought heaven does exist. It's right here on this cozy grass. The grass was very soft with the crust slightly cold and so much user-friendly than any other couch.
'Is there any pull here?'
'It's not gravitational pull. It is an energy field exerted by the Dypuss. It helps us to stay on this planet if we fail to make out to another filler regiment. Tell you what, after like 10 or 15 minutes, you can stand.'
'Filler regiment?'
'Filler regiments are the places that have molecular energy balls. The balls are compulsorily needed to increase the energy level for transferring the ripped bodies. The fruits with licensed plates on their black gowns are allowed to achieve their filler destination. Others just observe their pathways and energize with the equipments which we give.
Our evolved fruits are heavy. So, a piece of necessary equipment is used to travel through the Belts. The Belts are invisible and are naturally present since this planet got created explained by our Sadas who gave us a deeper concept about Us.' Shouldn't have said that, Liquato thought & skidded with his pyramid edges turning inside the soil when Duke halted him as he had more questions.
'Be right back.' Liquato shockingly swallows a small area underground and comes out puking the dry mud. It looked like a horrible scene set on rewind. He pours some wet soil in his hand. Soil flows like water through his hand lines becoming hard with every second.
'It's a hunted mud of the streets of Ceiberg. I found it after I searched the entire area.' He whispers,' I can read the questions you are craving.They are a little too much, don't you think?' Liquato pinch points his head.
'I'll need more 'nd was that accent American you said?' Duke observed his head light & plain. 'Is it me or your head is too ten pounds lighter?'
'Ok, enough for today. Let's get you through a welcoming. As you're the one going to the Exceptional Pragmatash of synony & evolution.' Liquato observed Duke closing his eyes gently. Liquato held his eyes upright. Duke tiringly lurched & murmured loudly, "You don't stop talking, do you?"
'Energy balls are used in movement and through the Dypuss we'll show you every single area of Frutoni. The Dypuss also shows us directions and helps us measure our area on this planet.'
'First, let's assign a Stemy to your mind. There are so many fluid-filled vesicles on this planet to remember. The stemies are flying monopoles made of a clear mixture of smallest branch of the banyan tree & pine tree. Really hard to find. It took a long while, for Mr. Delcod to create the finest machine which attracts the small branch itself.'
'Stemy No. 342! Remember the sequence. Initiate.'
'Wait! What sequence?' Duke exclaimed realizing it was too late.
A long pole swooshed through the air like a boomerang floating and digs itself near the liquid extract-inject-or crushing the ground.
Duke said and laughed unknowingly. There was no particular reason but there was maybe. His thoughts revolved in his mind like heavyweight planets revolving through the solar system. My life is so peculiar. Started as living with a mirror scared of lizards and halted at unknown freaking evolved sturdy fruits. It was tragic and hilarious. Duke had learned one thing from the abrupt change. The person who remains sad or depressed may believe what happened with him was tragic but if a person who was sad or depressed turns the change into a ball, plays with it or revolves it around, it won't cause digestive irregularity.
'The Dypuss gives the siren, taking out your influencing fluid nearly 21 grams.'
'Whoa, now it's going out of line.' This triggered something in Duke's mind. A fact. A renowned one.
The pole hits Duke's head hard. The harsh consequences came for the pole surprisingly shrilling with pain. Duke's blind eyes slowly recovered their state. A four feet rock had jumped and hit him hard. Rock's thrash gave a strong arc on the pole's body. His eyes finally visioned. The world looked different for a moment. Every object, particle had a number or a misspelled word. It looked like numbers jumbling and rough-housing. Numbers pushing and coming out of a small tip below soil into a sequence. Not one. The soil entirely filled with small sequences. He blinked twice, when everything got normal.
'Duke! Buddy!', A faded voice was heard as a fainting person. Duke was blowed. The voice which he recognised was sort of his mother's but she never called him buddy. 'Smart head with poopy brain' is what he got.
'Can you hear me, I'm your mother. Order your stemy to take you to the Stonix Shore now and meet me there in a while. If he disagrees, threaten him.'
'But how so?' Duke thought.
'Say, I'll destroy your genomes, and rest it'll know.'
Duke was still talking but he couldn't feel his mother's presence.
'Hey, Stemy!' Duke exclaimed. 'Sir!' the pole revolved and balanced its body on the ground.
'Take me to the Stonix Shore.'
'You ... remember ... that news? Great news.'
Stemy's approval confused Duke with some extra context he now obsessively thought of but he already lacked much so he didn't cared. The weather pleasant or unpleasant, he hardly spoke. The sun rays were green filtered from the dome structures which covered the whole Frutoni. How is the sun present in this galaxy? Is it the Milky Way? Or is it just a big burning ball of a shiny star?
His stemy mostly spoke while Duke remained silent. The Stonix Shore is a border that divides the planet into the regiment of Barren Lands & the Stroncks. They walked through a straight long field of three kilometers and a big translucent gate appeared which had a brownish slide made inside the ground. Duke sat on the ground and slipped through. The slide was very big, in the darkness beneath. Duke's eyes saw a shining circle upfront. It was an exit. He skidded through his feet and applied brakes which painfully burnt his shoe heels. He jumped from the shore on a steep rock perpendicular to a pink river. The rock raised himself and pushed him inside the river.
Duke. Jump from the waterfall coming to you. The same voice.
Duke's neck hair bristled. He approved and jumped. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a big hall of darkness filled with computer screens. The screens were turning on and off showing some letters and signs when a voice whispered, "Welcome to the Stonix Shore / the Server."
The voice sounded robotic as it whispered in his mind. He tried convincing when the voice interrupted him non-verbally to speak in mind. Duke's anxious thoughts had no limits. This is my life. Conversations in the mind. His eyes were expecting his mother's hugs to feel a strong sense of power in his bones. His loneliness for a long time was affecting his mental state. Two small screens floating in the air flashed neon lights and the hall got lit. The hall had long greyish widths of a rectangle. Every corner of the hall had a shining bluish-purple logo saying 'Roy'. Translucent metallic tables looked like dining tables with computer screens facing opposite directions placed in a straight line. The adjacent spaces were filled with yellowish-red grass. The grass was not slippery but softer and lighter than the grass Duke reviewed on the north side of Frutoni.
Please talk to me. But, in mind. It's a rule.
If you ask me questions, I'll give you hints. This place was constructed by your father. He made an attractive acquisition machine aka AAM that could impress unnecessary codes and attracted in his chamber. Don't worry. He's still alive. There are some chores which you need to do to have an appealing number against him.
After many years, he also created himself in the machine by using the collected codes. There were managers divided by kinds of trash codes. I saved the movement codes. He was inside the machine but never came back. His fellow coders created a mirror at his back to surprise him. This mirror had hidden abilities. It could become any insatiable soul; it just required the perception of the five senses of that person. The voice trembled a bit. That was that. I can't tell you more. Hints. If you want to ask, five minutes are remaining. And for the last time, if someone tries hurting you, I remind you – 'You can't die in this world.'
Where are we? – On the same planet
Where's my father? – On the same planet
Who are you afraid of? – The dissipator machine
How can I return to Earth? – You can't. Stemy 342 will secretly help you in a way.
Is there any superpower I can learn? – Try manipulating elements with your mind.
Time's over.
The lights mysteriously turned off and on as if some sort of magic trick was happening. No screens and table. The soft grass was still visible in the flickering. Stemy arrived at the same time and exclaimed, "Pradhan! Let's go."
The voice sounded familiar. The last answer was still roaming in Duke's mind. The trembling voice showed that a survival instinct was necessary.
The pole curves and widens from the middle into a metallic arched seat. The seat started moving at a speed of a snail.
'Sir, Will you guess who am I?' the pole asked.
'Sure. What the hell?" Duke replied in an unknown, perplexed, and cheered voice.
'Don't you use the word, again. I am an average-sized light pole in reality was attached adjacent to a flower shop.'
'Flower shop? I don't sell flowers. Someone does.'
His best friends after their business got expanded, they had opened a flower shop.
"And for your survival, please answer in mind. I have psychic abilities.
It means you are, the Lieutenant aka Pradhan.'
"It's profoundly true."
"You just told me to talk in mind."
P> Sorry. My bad. So, what's bothering you now?
D> Everything. You, this world, but mostly I can't feel.
P> Ok. You said everything bothers you.
D> Not particularly. I saw the big black screened mansion; I mean hall filled with screens. I know about the machine. I want to know in-depth.
Duke sensed Lieutenant mumbling something and unable to calm his mind. His mind was displaying something every second. He spoke.
P> This is all my fault?
D> How, man?
P> I greeted you with Ginell and he used us as his guinea pig or somethin'.
Duke got disconnected mentally for a minute. The most loyal and jolly friend was Ginell. This was impossible to believe.
P> I know! It's unimaginable. But, trust me! I'll tell you now.
It was Sunday evening. I got your mirror news and felt detached. I was doing some housekeeping tasks in my living room. The doorbell rang and I opened the door. There he was, standing with a spear in his hand. His odd movements made me think twice about his purpose of arrival. He points to come, says, 'Shall I?'
He never behaved or asked my permission to enter without question even if I was not giving him ample space. The real Ginell would have said me a monkey and would have thrown me a banana or yelled with disgust – You deserved it, you wart! Whatever. He wasn't. He was different than ever.
He steadily moved near me and whispered about the whereabouts of your father. He was right. Which concluded that we should tell you but before I was going to say anything, he sprinkled pear's pulp juice in my eyes. The consequences were dreadful. My eyes continuously running fluid. I got contagious and unconscious. I woke up and saw myself lying on this filthy mud, hated it the most.
D> Let's hope my mother's safe.
P> I also heard few chatters about this world. It's like the real lords of this planet capture living souls roaming through this planet & are put inside these evolved fruits which come to life.
The arched chair moving straight away and took leave from a sugarcane field.
P> Lemme show you, the obscure and foremost tradition of Frutoni.
D> But…wait I have more …
The other half of the chair skidded Duke to the left and turned into a wide-curved semi-circle buzz bar that locked his legs. The chair whooshed straight like a bullet train with broken brakes. His head was vibrating a lot but somehow, he couldn't feel. His brain was not giving any signals of adrenaline rush or fear. How could this possibly happen? His senses becoming dull and silent. He thought, While I was coming to Frutoni maybe I damaged some parts of my brain. He still could perceive and understand. He tried touching himself madly to reconnect his senses but no response. He was able to perceive the surroundings but not his appearance. No hands, no arms, no legs. No part visible. What if my body is still on Earth?
Duke didn't realize that his parts had just vanished & he was that two feet green gnome with small silver gown with two thick dark green hairs overgrown on his oval head.
His obscure thinking became so deeply involved with this world; he thought maybe his body showed signs of locomotive ataxia. His trembling green hands were unsettling at a silent place. They walked slowly through the field & observed the sugarcanes digging the mud and jumping inside the core.
P> Almost there…
D> Hmm …
P> You, all right?
Duke couldn't speak. It sounded as if his mouth was sealed with a thousand bandages.
The chair screeched on silvery glass, the buzz bar blasted and turned ashes. The chair ejected its seat and Duke jumped off.
Duke's posture was stretched and unbalanced. He worked hard to straighten but his bodily movements were in zero coordination. His body was tilted from the middle and learned to walk. His curved back with upper body forwarded moved and poised on Lieutenant's pole.