CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He wasn't the Master anymore. He'd left that name long behind. His human flesh servants still lived, but he rarely had to call on them. All they were for was keeping the Earth alive. He was the Earth now, he realised. He was the only life left on the planet. He was the Earth soul's, flying deep through space. He didn't know how many years it had been now. He didn't care. He'd found a way to completely turn off. To sleep. To dream. Sometimes the memories of the people who had once lived came into his mind, as all their flesh was connect to him. He'd grown even large too, consuming more flesh. Chloe still sat by him, the only one he would never consume. He forgot her, sometimes for years at a time. He forgot everything and dreamed.
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He was on a bus. The windows were clouded up. There was someone sitting next to him. He was trapped between that person and the clouded window. He couldn't move. He was trapped, trapped, he was...
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He was lying in bed trying to make the world go away. He was...
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She was late for class. What class? She took out her timetable but it was all wet and it fell apart in her hands. That wouldn't do. The boy she liked was looking at her, smiling, but not kindly. He was going to start laughing at her unless she stopped him. She tried to speak but no words came. He was laughing now. She had a gun in her bag. She could shoot him. She took the gun. She...
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The bullet shot right through his eye. And yet he could still see. He could see the bullet pass through. He could see it come out the other side. How was that possible. He was dreaming. He was going to wake up. He...
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She was lying on a beach. Right in the middle of it. She suddenly felt panic. They were all looking at her. Why was she wearing such a small bikini? Why was she here? That was no escape. She reached for the skye in desperation. She was flying. She was...
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He was Superman flying around a LEGO world. He flew down and punched a LEGO man's head off. He wasn't sure why he'd done that. Was that all humans did? Destroy anything they could get away with? He felt guilty for killing the LEGO man. He wanted to fly under the ocean and hide, but the ocean was made out of LEGO too. He fly to the sky instead. Fly higher and higher. He...
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She was back in school again. This time she had an exam she hadn't studied for. That was predictable. That always happened. She'd dreamed it before. She could just not go to the exam. She could be free. She could live in this dream. She didn't have to wake up. Why didn't she want to wake up? She...
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He went to a pub instead. Lots of happy drunk people. He could be one of them. He never could have done it in life but now he could do anything. Why was that? What had happened to him? Something about...ink? He couldn't remember...
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She didn't want people touching her. Just be alone. Get away from the talking and the loud music. Put herself in a box. She'd always had anxiety but now...that boy was looking at her agan. And his eyes were ink. Oh no, that was why. That was it. She...
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Ran and ran and ran and ran....
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This wasn't a dream. It was a memory. She'd died.
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He'd died. They'd all fucking died.
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The Earth awoke. He looked around. He was still in the same place. Still on his throne. Chloe was still there, smiling at him. How long had it been? Where...they were dreams. No. Memories. Memories awakening. Memories lived in him. The man, the woman...or had they been the same person? Or many different people? Certainly not just two. A jumble of dreaming memories. Trying to live again. But he'd destroyed them all with his ink. He'd drowned away their individuality. He'd killed them! He...was evil. He was scum. He had to destroying this monstrous body. Put the humans back together again. There was still a chance! If there were memories in him he could put them back into bodies, make humanity live again. He could...why was there a LEGO man standing in front of him? Oh...
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The Earth woke up again. He slapped himself in his massive face. It had been a dream. That conscience returning to him. Just a dream. He didn't feel bad at all for what he'd done. The billions slaughtered. He was beyond them. Their memories were just stray brain patterns living in him. He'd delete them all eventually. Yes, it had just been a dream. He hadn't seriously considered resurrecting humanity. That had been a dream. He couldn't do it anyway...
He would be alone forever on his throne until he found the only other life in the universe.
The universe was very dark between the stars.
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He was on a bus. The windows were clouded up. There was someone sitting next to him. He was trapped between that person and the clouded window. He couldn't move. He was trapped, trapped, he was...
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He was lying in bed trying to make the world go away. He was...
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She was late for class. What class? She took out her timetable but it was all wet and it fell apart in her hands. That wouldn't do. The boy she liked was looking at her, smiling, but not kindly. He was going to start laughing at her unless she stopped him. She tried to speak but no words came. He was laughing now. She had a gun in her bag. She could shoot him. She took the gun. She...
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The bullet shot right through his eye. And yet he could still see. He could see the bullet pass through. He could see it come out the other side. How was that possible. He was dreaming. He was going to wake up. He...
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She was lying on a beach. Right in the middle of it. She suddenly felt panic. They were all looking at her. Why was she wearing such a small bikini? Why was she here? That was no escape. She reached for the skye in desperation. She was flying. She was...
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He was Superman flying around a LEGO world. He flew down and punched a LEGO man's head off. He wasn't sure why he'd done that. Was that all humans did? Destroy anything they could get away with? He felt guilty for killing the LEGO man. He wanted to fly under the ocean and hide, but the ocean was made out of LEGO too. He fly to the sky instead. Fly higher and higher. He...
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She was back in school again. This time she had an exam she hadn't studied for. That was predictable. That always happened. She'd dreamed it before. She could just not go to the exam. She could be free. She could live in this dream. She didn't have to wake up. Why didn't she want to wake up? She...
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He went to a pub instead. Lots of happy drunk people. He could be one of them. He never could have done it in life but now he could do anything. Why was that? What had happened to him? Something about...ink? He couldn't remember...
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She didn't want people touching her. Just be alone. Get away from the talking and the loud music. Put herself in a box. She'd always had anxiety but now...that boy was looking at her agan. And his eyes were ink. Oh no, that was why. That was it. She...
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Ran and ran and ran and ran....
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This wasn't a dream. It was a memory. She'd died.
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He'd died. They'd all fucking died.
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The Earth awoke. He looked around. He was still in the same place. Still on his throne. Chloe was still there, smiling at him. How long had it been? Where...they were dreams. No. Memories. Memories awakening. Memories lived in him. The man, the woman...or had they been the same person? Or many different people? Certainly not just two. A jumble of dreaming memories. Trying to live again. But he'd destroyed them all with his ink. He'd drowned away their individuality. He'd killed them! He...was evil. He was scum. He had to destroying this monstrous body. Put the humans back together again. There was still a chance! If there were memories in him he could put them back into bodies, make humanity live again. He could...why was there a LEGO man standing in front of him? Oh...
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The Earth woke up again. He slapped himself in his massive face. It had been a dream. That conscience returning to him. Just a dream. He didn't feel bad at all for what he'd done. The billions slaughtered. He was beyond them. Their memories were just stray brain patterns living in him. He'd delete them all eventually. Yes, it had just been a dream. He hadn't seriously considered resurrecting humanity. That had been a dream. He couldn't do it anyway...
He would be alone forever on his throne until he found the only other life in the universe.
The universe was very dark between the stars.