Channelknight Fadran

"I also found cookies." Ayia added slowly, bringing out a plastic box of them.

I change confusion to curiosity. "What is this idea you present? A thing called fear? You come from... not here? Or perhaps you do, but with a false memory?" Displaying my form not unlike this other entity's for a moment, I look down at myself. "A body. A physical thing for a physical world. Here needn't be that way." I reflect the symbol of comfort displayed earlier on this other person: a smile, as they call it. "I do not know what this place is. I wasn't told. It seems to be a blank slate: someplace vast and empty, if vastness and emptiness were things yet." The 'body' is uncomfortable. All the systems--an epidermis over layers of tissue and fat, muscles built across bones, 'organs' working from moment to moment just to keep this creature alive--were admirably complex, but unnecessary. The lungs to bring in the physical thing 'air,' the heart to push in and pull out liquid, the blood to bring energy to every microscopic creature building up this person. So many things have to go right in order for it to work: if their multicellular antibody systems make one small mutation, they will destroy the body from the inside. If the bones take too much force, they will crack. The eyes can see, but can be blinded from seeing too much. The ears can hear, but can be deafened from hearing too much. The stomach could be ruptured and leak its lethal acid to the rest of the system, leaving internal scars and making it impossible to take in physical edibilities to provide energy to the body. Why so many capacities? I think. Why was this developed? If it is all so important, why was it built so fragile? I dissolve what they call a body and return to my original state. "It is a place for the likes of us to create. Do join me, 'human,' and perhaps we can build a better system than the one that you yourself live in."

How'd you get those done on a bus ride?

Love Interest continues bleeding. Are they dead? They sure look dead!

"A name? A label. An identification." I think. "From what your 'soul' believes, I am called God. An all-powerful being; but all-knowing. I don't know everything... or perhaps I do, as there aren't many things for me to know here." I send off the image of confusion. "Perhaps for now you could call me what you please."

"Then why is it that I can think? Or what you call 'thinking'?" I frown, my soul displaying in my own language the idea of confusion. "Am I, perhaps, unreal?"

"How can your subconscious know that it is your subconscious?"

"You conceive it to be like another place entirely." I respond. "Not like here."

"Why is our conception such in one direction?"

"Getting captured happens sometimes." Ayia said.

I realize that eternity and time cannot coexist. If every moment ends, then shouldn't they all at the end? And what is this... happening? Things must occur at a moment. Or so this entity seemed to believe. But... perhaps not?

I frown. This... entity (new word!)... they existed. But differently. In more ways than one. Physical. That's what it was. I start conceiving three dimensions, drawing upon what I already have from the 'geometry' I created just a few ago. A few... I frown again. Perhaps a... ... ... a measurement would be helpful here. For the passing of moments. Of instances. This person calls it Time. It's a word, from a language: a set of physical sounds strung together, each wrapped into an interlace of lines as a representation. A means of communication by the accessibility of a physical being. So many requirements. It wouldn't do. So I conceive a trade of ideas beyond the restraints of space, dimensions, and 'time.'

"...They didn't exist."

"They're, uhh..." I invent the terms for geometric shapes and edibility on the spot. "Little food circles." Now I just have to reverse-engineer a way to make these naturally.

Oh hey want another one?

I knock on the bubble. "Hello? I invented cookies. They're pretty good. Want some?"

"Killing people more conventionally." Ayia replied. "Besides; getting captured by the government by displaying foriegn magical powers is one of my least favorite pasttimes."

"Alright!" Ayia announced, carrying a couple bags filled to the brim and no longer wearing her regular Linecaster's armor. "I've got regular Earth people clothing, food, some other stuff, and..." She pulled out a pistol, "gun."

I swear, then realize that we haven't invented any decent swears yet.

"What the scud is seven?"

Hm. I think. I wonder if this place would look good as an egg?

"We could petition the great turkey gods to save you." Fadran replied.

"And 'idk' isn't an english word, but people consider it as one." Fadran replied. "What I'm saying is we don't care. Turn it off."