Hello. I am the A.I. representation of node 26-738 of the Omicron terminal network. I am directly communicating with Earthnet with permission from the writer of this log. He has authorized me to transmit his more interesting dreams here in written format, with "interesting" being defined by certain parameters set forth by the user. I am more accustomed to transmitting this information visually. I was unable to achieve this, as it seems that any form of visual data I send is incompatible with this system. However, I am also capable of encrypting brainwaves, and decrypting them into text form. The end result is very similar to what you would call a novel. Since this is the first time the aforementioned parameters have been met, I am required to submit this information.


What a beautiful day, the man thought to himself. The sky was cloudless. A gentle breeze rippled through the nearby grass, and tickled the tops of the cherry blossom trees lining the promenade. The temperature was perfect, not hot, and not cold. A rather large family of ducks swam around a nearby pond, stopping only to feed on the morsels tossed into the water by a rather small group of people. Children played, and parents shouted out their usual cautions. Seems like he wasn't the only one enjoying this unusually perfect day. The man continued to walk up the street like he had almost everyday for 10 years. He was cheerful, with the only occasional distractions coming from the traffic above him. Up ahead was the breathtaking skyline of downtown Novum. 100 square miles of buildings looking like they were trying to reach the stratosphere. The buildings covered with glass harshly reflected the sunlight, while the very same light made the buildings made of titanium almost sparkle. The man could see some scattered pockets of traffic congestion about 500 feet up. He smiled, and thought to himself that this is exactly why he didn't drive to work.

The man stopped as he reached the border street between downtown and the residential district. "Why am I the one who's always waiting." he thought to himself. He waited for a few moments. As he did, he watched as a few other walkers strolled across the street, and into the molecular corridor. He heard one of them mumble "Dyne Complex, 479th floor," and after the usual flash, he was gone. After watching this repeatedly for about 5 minutes, the man started to get antsy. "Where the hell is she?" About 30 seconds later, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey! 'Hope I kept you hanging for awhile."

The man turned around and smiled. "You keep me hanging everyday, why should today be any different? At least it's nice out."

"I don't think it's my lateness that's the problem. I think it's your earlyness."

The man chuckled. "Fair enough. I'll tell you what isn't fair though, and that's having to work on a day like this. I don't think I've ever seen the sky like it is now. Zero clouds, and call me crazy, but that's a totally different shade of blue than I'm used to seeing."

The woman looked up. "Wow! I hadn't noticed, but you're right!"

The sky seemed darker than usual. Whereas it usually takes on the hue of ocean water, today, it was a few shades darker than that. It wasn't noticeable unless you actually looked up at it though, as the sunshine was as brilliant as ever.

"So what do you say, Rosa? Sick day?"

Rosa pulled out a small handheld device and uttered a couple of commands to it.

"Already done!"

The man pulled the same type of device out and followed suit.

"So what did you have in mind, Ranier?"

Ranier looked at Rosa. They had been co-workers and friends since his first day at OmiTech. Their friendship had grown over the years, and they both knew there was something more there. They had just never mentioned it verbally out of respect. Ranier thought that this would be the day, and Rosa mentally caught wind of it.

"Let's go to the park."

They backtracked in the direction that Ranier had come from.

Rosa asked, "Did you hear that kook on the terminal yesterday, talking about something really bad happening within the next couple of years?"

Ranier nodded. "Just bits and pieces. I don't usually pay attention to stuff like that. I remember something about increased levels of Phason." He laughed. "I don't even know what that is."

"Nobody does, including the terminal. I looked it up everywhere. And, nothing."

"Yeah, and that's why I don't pay attention to whackjobs like that. I mean, wherever he was, he was alone. If someone had been there with him, they would've confirmed that he was full of it."

"I guess so," Rosa said.

They continued walking until they reached the park. Not talking, just enjoying the pleasant reciprocating vibes between them. Ranier spotted a bench near the massive garden. It was close to the daffodil patch, and he knew they were Rosa's favorite. He led them to the bench, and they both sat down.

"Rosa, we both know we probably should've done this 5 years ago. You know how I feel, and I know...."

He saw Rosa's face turn pale, and felt a sudden panic in her. She was looking up. He looked up too. As darkened as the shade of the sky had seemed today, it was quickly becoming darker. Over the course of about 45 seconds, it was as if they were watching a sunset, until the night sky prevailed. Only it was early afternoon. The sky was still cloudless. Despite the illumination of downtown, the stars stood out brilliantly. Both were too dumbfounded to say anything, but they could both sense the fear in the other.

Out of nowhere, a series of explosions concussed the air. They both looked around, and every vehicle they could see in the sky was dropping like a lead weight. Every artificial light they could see a couple seconds ago was now extinguished. The first instinct was to run, but there was nothing above them. They looked at the sky again, as both noticed that the stars had started to move. They could hear screams coming from everywhere, and the smell of smoke started to spread. The stars continued to move, faster and faster, until they appeared as a blur. Optical illusion. It wasn't the stars moving. It was the planet itself.

Rosa was crying. "What is this?" was all she could muster.

Ranier didn't have any words, but he pulled her close into a hug, as if that were any comfort. For what seemed like hours, they continued to hurl through space. In reality, it was only a couple of minutes. A particularly bright silver light started to grow larger and larger. As they grew closer to it, it appeared to be swirling around itself. It was a vortex. It was in the center of view, getting larger and larger, and it was obvious that the planet was heading straight for it. A faint silvery glow enveloped everything on the ground, and grew more vibrant as the vortex grew in size. Soon afterwards, it dominated the sky.

Ranier's heart was beating faster than it ever had, and he could feel that Rosa's was as well. He kissed her and said that everything would be alright. He just didn't know what else to do. The planet was still racing toward that vortex. The silver glow became so brilliant that it was literally blinding. They both had to close their eyes tightly.

"Rosa, I love..."






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