How does he know he feels different to the others!?
He doesn’t.
All he has left from the flesh of flesh, is a tiny bit of muscle mass which is attached onto the upper layer of his biceps, and some in his thigh and the bit on the side of his calves, weirdly shaped from a distance looks like a butterfly muscled up middle part of upper back, full of flesh, muscle, arteries which looks like all the arteries network and the veins with all the blood in it, has been wrapped up creating an operating machine that has strength and destroys all the worlds of today and the tomorrow.
Rybs the Gongolbreed, the indefatigable surveyor of the human extinction, the bearer of the bad news for earth, the conqueror of the long past and the native earth’s son, the origin-human soulless wanderer. The gambit’s seed for whom the only thing that matters is rebirth, but rebirth with no heart.
When he chases crazy hybrids. He is the only one that congregates the mass with a number of hypoheads. He stops mid-space, in that part of beyond the limit stratoshpere outside Messier77.
His muscles help him take in breathing and blood flowing within the constraints of interstellar system, whereas his mis-shapen head will make it easier for his aerodynamics mechanisation of Messier77 powder spreading.
He weaves gymnastically the spreading gelly liquid which is gassed out by the mini-bloodballs, circling the stratosphere around Messier77. This is to protect lives below the surface, the dome which is wrapped all the way, corner to corner on the pentagon shaped planet. It's not made of earth, but wire. Thick and thin wires which have been collected by the microbes released during the Mars-2030 mission, from earth, thousands of years ago. Earthly years ago.
Rybs the Gongolbreed is adamant that his master is lost somewhere in here. He switches on the un-shield visuals to see through the thickness of spray. He sees nothing.
He wants to return to the base but is unsure how he can do that without finding his master. It will be immoral and unaccountable for me to do that. The Senate will not confirm my promotion and I can never rate freely amongst the untouchables. A life of luxury, life pensions, conscious overindulgence, unisexuality, and other things.
I mean what is the purpose of whole this life without all of those. He wonders.
He doesn’t know why he’s here. Which is why he feels overwhelmed. He wants to get naked. Something is wrong with his altered body and strange smell.
Exctasy moments in the world of Messier77 is ripe. Not that kind of exctasy but the one that is created by mould-memories of the past and future expected nodes of thoughts. Events that happened but the origin-humans can't comprehend. Are our lives run in parallel world and how are we to die...Mum!? Xar asks his mother while she is trying to put him to sleep ten layers below the stratosphere. .. The bit of space which is crowded with the others who have accomplished so much but achieved not much. They’ve just become prone to sussing out by the authorities.
No, she responds.
Don't worry about that.
You needn’concern yourself with that kind of stuff. Mother tells Xar, without realising that she is prone herself to memories origin-humans. She is affected and up above a few layers on the stratosphere, Rybs the Gongolbreed is summoning his forces. The blindsiding all of this is that he doesn’t realise that his breed’s days ar numbered. Just round the corner from his fleeting space, the OliDarks are approaching and they have a mission.
A mission that GongolBreed does not understand. But, he will, soon!
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