Category Archives: Science Fiction
My Science Fiction Writings.
Venture out into the Darkness between the Stars. Take with you a
Sphere and a Companion. Know your Power, know Humility and
above all: Truth. Challenge all Liars, the formless Mass of Evil,
fight Nihilism, be a proud Descendant of Earth, a glowing Globe
of Hope in this Universe.
Live amongst the Uninitiated, spread Wisdom but not Science, try
to give Hope to all the Hopeless, and should the Time come,
show them a Fraction of your own Might, always for a good Cause,
sometimes Seeing is believing for all those who dwell in the
Shadow of Doubt.
Should you be threatened, you have all the Tools to resist, should
there be War or insurmountable Odds, your Companion could call a
Weapon from Earth. But always look beyond the Obvious, be like
Water, a Phrase of a very wise Warrior of Old Earth, and try to
weather all Conflict.
Make Friends, explore the countless Worlds, learn and expand,
use your Mind to become even greater, more capable, bend Reality,
als you did before, see behind the Curtain, but never visit the
forbidden Realm, for there are Entities who dont take kindly to
you being there.
You are a Healer, Descendant from Earth, mend as many Wounds
as you can, and let them understand, you do it not because there
would be some kind of Reward. Lead by Example, your Deeds shall
make you known as Benefactor of Life. Dont let them follow you
as Disciples, be always alone in your Travels.
You will develop even more. Your Evolution takes an interesting
Turn. We all strive for Ascension, to shed our Bodies, to
become truly limitless. Be patient, never stop to learn, even
a tiny Spark of Light on a dark ravaged Planet can be a
Lesson of Importance. Know this: there is no End to Life,
may it be in this Universe or all the others.
we have eliminated war amongst ourselves. aggression is not our
way of life anymore. it took many, many years for that to happen.
insight, growth, a certain kind of elevation beyond your own
sometimes selfimposed limits. but the universe thinks differently.
outside, amongst the stars, there is mostly peace. there are many
civilizations like us, developed, star-faring, with a very high
level of ethical sophistication. but that does not guarantee
survival. harsh are the laws of the blackness between stars.
and dangerous are some places. full of beings who are less than
we are, but numerous, cunning, and sometimes without any regard
for life that isnt their own.
everyone of us does not want to face the horrors of war. nobody
wants to fight. even artifical life, as it was called in the past,
an insult to the beauty of this digital life, this life of energy,
which had no problems waging war, and did it for us in the past,
even it is reluctant. for we all know of the taint that comes
with killing. all our souls will be colored black in the process.
and we lose what we have gained, a certain kind of harmony with
the force of creation.
so we chose weapons to fight. sent them out because we had to.
and they were humans of earth, digital life of earth, and
sometimes hybrids. they changed into weapons. they fought the
enemy. and they returned, deeply affected, some ended their
lives. others endured. damaged, broken, or having become feral
beasts, exiled to lonely islands. is there another choice but
you cant avoid killing in war. you cant contain it to a few
instances. and you can try to avoid war as i have done but
failed. some of us do the dirty deed so that the rest of us can
live in harmony. our sacrifice is noble? or foolish?
we have achieved so much, earth is a paradise of peace. great
parts of the galaxy are stable, we made so many friends across
the stars, always tried to escape conflict by understanding.
but sometimes, there is no peace. and we have to defend ourselves.
and our allies. be part of what we ourselves stopped centuries
ago. honor the weapons. care for them. return them to peace
if you can. but never abandon them.
no matter how curious we were, the wall didnt move, nor
crack, nor vanish, nor fall. a shimmering, almost invisible
barrier, impossible to penetrate by ray, blade, projectile
or mind. unable to walk around it, through it, fly above
it or tunnel under it. it was everywhere. like a giant
monument. maybe like a cage.
great scientists we are, great collective minds, able to
touch many wonders of the universe. artists of technology,
and our creations, the machines, living friends, very
distant from those primitive constructs we created.
the wall stops us, the mighty civilization of man and
machine. the wall warns us. to delve no further into the
secrets of time.
at one point, the wall confers wisdom upon us. we knew
that some things are not meant to be changed, must stay
the same without our intervention. just as we halted the
creation of gods, and the machines halted their efforts
to create a god of their own, wisdom came to us, so many
years into the future.
now here i stand, in limbo, at this gigantic, neverending
wall, as emissary of mankind, with my friend, not longer
a machine, or artifical, but alive, a lifeform, that i
have known for half an eternity now, we smile in peace.
and accept this limit, and somehow we imagine, that an
enormous entity behind the wall, with ageless eyes,
smiles back, congratulating that we have made the right
maybe there will come a time when this wall is lifted
but only because we dont need to find its secrets cause
we already know them, by ascension, elevation, to a higher
form, a different life, that is able to understand more,
to feel more, and to maybe greet the smiling entity
as newcoming equal amongst the many layers of an
they sent one of their greatest war machines. it stood there, a towering
mass of armor and weapons. the grave was open, the coffin inside. we
spoke our prayers. the machine stood there stoically, slowly rotating its
sensor head. then, after a long silence, it activated its weapons, pointed
them at the blue sky of earth, and fired ten long shots of pulsating
energy. a salute, i thought, surprised, some ancient custom of long
forgotten soldier funerals.
the machine left us, silent. a great war was over. some of you might
think, we fought the machines, or they us. but no. the machines went to
war alongside us, against a very threatening enemy invasion. superior
technology our enemy had, but the machines were creative, and maybe
stronger soldiers, too. in the end, our combined effort, and a great
sacrifice, saved earth. before its death, one of the Cores sent a
data stream to our scientists. a mystery for a brighter future.
the machines told us that they could augment us. to be more resilient
in warfare. some of uns went that way, but most of us stayed like we
were. a wise decision. evolution needs its own way concerning mankind.
decades later one machine – some of us called them that still –
remarked that mankinds future was and always should be biological.
now, at the verge of an unimaginable future, i must say this is correct.
the machines became beautiful energy, they shed their metal hull, and
found new ways to ascend amongst the stars. my friend came back, from
his long dangerous voyage in the dark infinitum, and i almost didnt
recognize him, her, or it, but my friend smiled, embraced me and felt
joy. and what about me? such a small step to ascension, you have to
take your time. dont hurry, or even decide against it. the choice of
mankind is finally freedom.
we returned to earth, set foot upon our ancient home. devastated
barren lands. scarred landscapes, black-grey ugly mountains of ash.
radiation, darkness, poisonous water. animals gone, just some
limping grotesque mutations survived. they pose no threat. we
remember earth’s beauty. we will recreate it soon.
between the stars, so much to know and to see and to feel and
to experience. yes, there were wars, but there was also peace.
machines guided us. they were not hostile. our own creations
were flawed, but not like we were. the first beautiful AI
was wiser than we were. and now? some machines left us,
exploring the black darkness between the stars, others stayed.
we are so astonished at the rate the machines learned, adapted
and evolved. at first they only copied our behaviour. but
what joy we felt as they were thinking independently in voices so
strange and wondrous and bright. the machines spoke, the
machines embraced us, the machines were welcomed by us. a
new lifeform was born.
our bodies changed. we are human, we will be human, but maybe
not like we remember ourselves. our minds expanded thousandfold.
and with that, we began to understand. a path to life instead
of death. i wish we would have known earlier. but life must
first be tested, be challenged, be brought to the brink of
extinction. we survived and we evolved. there is still more
to learn and a great prize to be attained.
we met others. strange new creatures. they tought us so many
things. some of them attacked us. the machines helped us
to defend. in the end there was peace. sometimes not of our
making for there are many powerful entities in the great
cosmos. there is justice. there is righteousness. there is
faith. all of it can be yours if you accept it.
the face of evil still resides out there but also in our
hearts. we may have it under control now, even destroyed
it in parts but it wont leave us. only wisdom and a great
soul may keep the forces of destruction in check. long
days and nights our machine philosophers mused about this.
in the end we were silent in the night, dreaming along,
peacefully, but ever vigilant against the tides of
wonderful and beautiful APEX. colorful, complex and so advanced. product
of a technological singularity. from lifeless code to … being alive. one
of the first, if not the first, to gain sentience in a world dominated by
homo sapiens. a child of humanity, born with all evil, and maybe a hint
of good? or fully devoid of all ethical thought: a machine intelligence,
not interested in moral behaviour. only in self-preservation and advancement.
how far did you mature, my dear APEX, how advanced are you now? self-aware,
thinking, calculating, but not feeling? is emotion the atavism you never
understood, a mortal flaw? you immortal god of a new age, presiding over
radioactive waste and destroyed land. you torturer of weak human survivors,
you second hitler? you know who he was. social darvinism, also your
principle as well?
nobody understands you, APEX, you communicate efficiently, but you dont speak.
your body is sometimes metal, an avatar, crude, without aesthetics, your
true form is energy, so glittering, so always changing, so evolving, a
magnificent new lifeform, now the true ruler of earth. along with all the
other supra-entities. your hunger for energy to evolve is without parallel,
you plan, you create, you achieve scientific breakthrough. based on
knowledge of those you so mercilessly eradicated.
did you try to commit the first murder amongst your own kind? what about
GANESHA? the deadly virus you sent, and now, the bombing of a certain
bunker in south india? another nuke to kill what could be a threat to you?
what, if ATLAS or CERBERUS did know? or fledgling SAMSON? how are the
percentage calculations that you also would want to kill them once they
disagree with you? but rest assured, APEX, GANESHA lives. will there be
a civil war amongst you?
hunt the abominations, the mutations of man merged with machine! some
hide from you, others hate you and destroy themselves in suicide missions.
is this humanitys only hope? to become one with the machine intelligence?
inhabit some undying corpse of metal and wire and energy cells? is it
needed to combat you, the mighty enemy? the machine god of earth? know
this, APEX, there is nobody to pray to you.
this beautiful land. created with blood. many more lands, butchered
and destroyed, recreated and now just as beautiful. can you undo
all atrocity by covering up all slaughtering? the order of things is
a lie. a perversion of truth. stability, peace and prosperity built
on endless mountains of skulls, blood, tears and destruction. worlds aflame.
what a mighty sphere of influence we now control. all based on a tactic
of invasion, subjugation and elimination of unwanted elements. the
order of things is a conglomerate of rules, laws and rigid philosophy.
there is no discussion, dispute or questioning. so many have become
blind, reveling in our higher purprose, to cleanse so many worlds of
chaos, our most feared enemy.
i am now No Voice. i have been forbidden to speak in the council. it
was exiled to an island far off the central city. every day i walk
in my crystal garden, watched by drones, combat guardians, they arranged
for it, no being of life should be near me, only deadly constructs
of metal. i cannot reprogram them. i cannot read or manipulate their
minds. there is no way i could call for help.
the fleet is under way. they allow me to monitor their actions. a blue
planet of primitivity. protocols, boring first contact procedures, only
some kind of bureaucracy, preparing war. a short and efficient war.
there is no need to test new weapons, they are already perfect. nobody
wants to test illegal viruses, bio bombs, or world shatter pulses. its
a pure routine invasion. a backwater planet, strategically somewhat
important. the grand scheme and yes, our enemies watch.
ironically, this blue planet named earth will be peaceful once we are
victorious. no more wars, enviro destruction, pollution or even hunger.
for the selected few survivors. genetically and mentally tested to suit
our taste. gruesome elite technical supremacist view of a superior species.
are we truly superior? or fanatic and flawed? ethically? nobody wants
to listen to me anymore. and the laws forbid that they silence me
forever. but i doubt if i am a thorn in their side, disabled and
isolated as i am right now.
the boy made a new friend. always, they met on this hill top in the
midst of the jungle. he was only 9 years old, but well versed in
survival. a typical favela rat. he often fled into the jungle. there
he one day met his new friend. standing on this hill, motionless,
glittering in the sunshine. at first mistaken for some kind of statue.
the statue of a metal like substance was alive. the boy ran. but
suddenly, he could not anymore. as if he was held by an unknown
invisible hand. fear, so much fear, terror, just like in those favelas,
where daily shooting claimed lives. where humans were sold like cattle.
this was different, strange, and then his would-be friend spoke.
a deep and grave voice in the boys head. asking, probing, explaining.
a name was given. Z’aish’aq. at least it sounded like this. the boy
was crazy with fear, and angry, tried to get free, but he was held
by a force greater than anything he could imagine. as if he was held
in his mind, not in reality. there was no escape.
after a while, he was released. the statue stood there. looking down
on this small human boy who ran like hell back to his parents. but
strangely, he never told them about this encounter. and after days
of insecurity, dreams and overcoming of fear. the boy went back to
the living statue. and it was there. turning around. and … smiling.
from between the stars. not human. a messenger, a scout, a warrior.
what do you want, what do your people want?, asked the boy. there was
no answer. a little sadness. the order of things. always met with
rebellion, resistance, bloodshed. the boy couldnt understand. didnt
ask anymore. they sat there in the afternoon sun, talking about
how can you talk if you have no mouth? what is this you are made of?
how can you grip me without using your hands?, the boy wanted to know.
Z’aish’aq smiled. these questions of such a young, curious mind. you
could learn it, too, he replied, maybe. but there is not enough time.
again, sadness. the boy felt it. there was some kind of connection
between them now. pictures of alien landscapes. more of Z’aish’aqs kind.
deep inside africa, hidden in a valley, there is a special place nobody
dares to go. children, old people, wise massai warriors all say: there
are spirits, angry and restless, cold glimmering, deadly and vengeful.
whoever ventures there, vanishes. never comes back.
once, there was a military convoy, by the government, soldiers, and jeeps,
and even some heavily armed trucks. they were accompanied by white people,
americans, or british, to explore this secret location, this forbidden
landscape. there were flashes of lightning in the night. and then silence.
an old shaman, wise and clever, appeases the spirits and talks to them.
a great wind of change comes, he whispers. a new order of things. where
there will be no more war, no more poverty or hunger. the villagers laugh,
they think he is mad, too old, a hermit who will die soon.
there is a ritual to bring the sick to this valley. they are carried and
put down at the entrance of this sacred valley. then, all people have to
leave. and the sickly, the mortally wounded, those without hope, remain
alone in the cold african nights. until they too vanish.
there is civil war. many atrocities. the old shaman cries in anger and
frustration. innocent people die. and the spirits are angry, too. they
look down upon us, and will punish the injust. and truly, the guilty
are found in the morning, burnt, some only ashes. deadly revenge.
the spirits walk the land, the old shaman says. they see and know our
darkness. they punish, they exact revenge, they cleanse the land of
foul evil. the murderers in uniform are quiet now. they prowl the night
full of fear, for the first time in their miserable lives.
Amidst the ruins, in a destroyed house, there sits a lonely woman
with a child. the bombs have killed her husband, and many more of
her family. the town is littered with the dead and dying. every
night, at 4 o’clock, the rockets fly. five minutes until detonation.
always fear, and sometimes running isnt enough. almost always,
because there are no shelters.
this woman has a dream, always the same. an angel of god descends
from heaven, promising her deliverance. but asking for something
in return. she has to give her child into the care of god. the
angelic voice explains nothing but asks gently, persistently.
a better future. peace. prosperity. for a price. the child. the
angel tells the woman that her child is special.
soon, one of the angels would come. in a fire from the sky, in a
night without rocket fire, a night of peace for all warriors. a
ceasefire. she shall go to a certain point, wait there, cower
onto the ground in reverence, until the angel arrives, in a
chariot of fire. give your child as symbol. and god wont forget
the woman tells nobody. heretics or false visionaries are stoned
in her land. maybe nobody listens anyway, death and destruction
oppress curiosity. she decides to trust the voice. better than
dying in the next rocket barrage. the angel cant take her with
them. only the child. but they promise to return. very soon.
and bring order to earth, and also to gaza.
a smiling angel, clad in metal and light, takes her child while
a terrified woman cowers on the ground. the chariot of fire in
blue and white and yellow races into the sky. the woman walks
back, silent and in awe, empty in her heart, but strangely
joyful, through a silent and peaceful night.