Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Game Complete)
10-15-2011, 03:31 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lord Paradise.
The unicorn was so purely white as to defy texture and shadow; it seemed to have no depth as it galloped through the halls, like a shape cut out of the world. Its hooves hitting the steel floor made a sound like a calm sea lapping at the sands. It was three hours past midnight, and the worldship was dark; where the unicorn passed, the motion-sensing lights winked on, so that a trail of incandescence followed the unicorn as it ran.
Doors began to open. The inhabitants of this wing, prodded by telecalls and newscasts or else simply compelled, were walking out into the hall to catch a glimpse of the unicorn as it passed. They were aware, in an impotently cerebral way, that they should be afraid. None of them were afraid. Most of them were crying.
Fearless though they were, no one on the worldship stepped directly in the unicorn’s path, either out of pragmatic concern for their own safety or a healthy sense of the sacred or dramatic. The only person standing right in the center of the hall had been planted there by a higher power more than of his own volition.
As the unicorn approached Hector, it slowed to a trot, then to a walk, then knelt beside the young man and offered its neck to his embrace. As Hector stroked the softest white fur in the universe, the taste of the Fruit of Knowledge lingered on his tongue, and he understood the implication.
Hector sighed. There were a lot of things about this world that needed changing.
The unicorn was so purely white as to defy texture and shadow; it seemed to have no depth as it galloped through the halls, like a shape cut out of the world. Its hooves hitting the steel floor made a sound like a calm sea lapping at the sands. It was three hours past midnight, and the worldship was dark; where the unicorn passed, the motion-sensing lights winked on, so that a trail of incandescence followed the unicorn as it ran.
Doors began to open. The inhabitants of this wing, prodded by telecalls and newscasts or else simply compelled, were walking out into the hall to catch a glimpse of the unicorn as it passed. They were aware, in an impotently cerebral way, that they should be afraid. None of them were afraid. Most of them were crying.
Fearless though they were, no one on the worldship stepped directly in the unicorn’s path, either out of pragmatic concern for their own safety or a healthy sense of the sacred or dramatic. The only person standing right in the center of the hall had been planted there by a higher power more than of his own volition.
As the unicorn approached Hector, it slowed to a trot, then to a walk, then knelt beside the young man and offered its neck to his embrace. As Hector stroked the softest white fur in the universe, the taste of the Fruit of Knowledge lingered on his tongue, and he understood the implication.
Hector sighed. There were a lot of things about this world that needed changing.