Gonzo Crash
Desert wanderer walking through the rock strewn sandy plane - eyes swollen, sun burnt, lanky, limbs with leathery skin peeling, oozing a neon rainbow colored puss. Goggles with cracking glass, grombling to himself as he walks “Bastard! Shit bDesert wanderer walking through the rock strewn sandy plane - eyes swollen, suun burnt, lanky, limbs with leathery skin peeling, oozing a neon rainbow colored puss. Goggles with cracking glass, grombling to himself as he walks “Bastard! Shit blood, numb nuts, you anal probing swine fuckin’, inbred son on an abominable dick in my ass… Where in gods hell did I put you?!? Drop me off on this god forsaken barren wasteland, dope me up for a good time and run off with my shit?!? I’ll make a whore’s mouth outta you!”
He reaches into a satchel pocket with holes torn in its bottom and finds an old, worn picture of Penelope Cruz cradling a baby alligator. “I’ll get back to you my sweet.” He croaks as he kisses her with cracked bleeding lips. Her face squeams as he parts his lips from the sentient portrait. Witnessing her reaction he furrows his eyes and shoves her back down in his pocket, “You ungrateful swine!” He grumbles, hauling his legs on.
Something shiny catches his eye in the distance. He grabs his binoculars around his neck and looks through them for closer inspection though they haven’t had lenses in them since the explosion. “Beloved!” He cries as he paces into a retardedly drunken sprint, attempting with all his will to take the most direct path forward though his flailing limbs tack like a sailboats crossing to its destination. It is clear this sad life form is severely malnourished by the process of evolution and only by error of destiny slipped through the hands of natural selection.
“Oh fuck off!”
He yells to the storyteller though nobody is going here to hear him.
Metallic fragments of samples collected across the multiverse are scattered upon the ground, first sparse- a glistening feather, a reptilian scale- then in dense population. There are strange creatures mulling about, lost robots with missing heads holding their innards in their hands as they roll in aimless circles, clusters of formless matter pooling into anxious clouds of unexpressed emotions, and geometrical shapes of impossible composition, sentient like a hive of bees, building themselves into towers which collapse in minutes before beginning again. Half buried in the sand at the center of the cacophony, a wildly mangled and unquestionably totaled space ship.
The man steps inside, ducking his head under twizzling wires arguing in zaps of electricity. He slides into the central console of the ship, slicking his shoes across the dark, glistening floor, utilizing the angle of the crash to glide to the control interface in one fluid motion. Though the control room is entirely mangled, the helm in the center console remains unscathed.
In the center of the console is a dark sphere, a hole which seems to go into infinity. He whistles lightly, casting a soft sound into iT. LED panels begin to glow on all the walls, many dangling by their wires, blinking in a flurry of epileptic strobes. Beneath their dysfunctionality, a pattern appears, revealing traces of its original design-a mural cradling the sphere in center as a nest to an egg.
He reaches his hand to the sphere and a dark substance of etheric consciousness emerges from iT, meeting him in a reflection of his own design, sculpting iTself beyond a mirror’s perfection. Two fingers touch, and all the lights turn on.The LED panels reinstall themselves upon the walls and fuse together, the pixels between their lights, becoming so small, they multiply and entirely diminish giving the panes the same feeling of reality, then something more vivid, more… real. The craft blooms from the center of iTself, inhaling all its scattered parts back into their place by invisible hands of a psychic mechanic. The man spins the orb, revealing a scene of….
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"I got the reigns now Bitch... JJ will be having quite a time by now... Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I know we've experienced some turbulence, but that's all in the past now. I assure you, it'll be nothin but smoothe sailing from here."
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