Chapter 1. For feedback purposes.
Here is something from my first draft, that I have been working for quite some time now. I present to you this first chapter, for feedback purposes. And that you enjoy it also… Here it goes…
Parallel Entities Drifting In Space
Sam’s head—moulded to replicate a larger version of a Erno Rubik’s Cube—shuffled with each face piece rotating to the next set of tiles. Steadily. A cube for a head, it’s like a plastic toy, pop off comes the head, pop back on. Except, Sam’s head morphed into different things that consisted of a head or an object, metaphorically speaking, the pattern was the same. There was no intention to set a record for the fastest speed-cubing unlocked. It could be solved in 20 moves, with 43 quintillion possible combinations. Unlike the usual colours of the real Rubik’s cube, Sam’s head cube was rotating and shuffling slowly to resemble the face of Hayao Miyazaki’s cuddly forest spirit, O Totoro.
Sam—a heuristic, sentient artificial intelligence with a satellite colony of hardware—drifted like a cloud in place and time so infinite. The hemisphere presented itself like a poetic painting, it breathed with illuminated electric traffic of night activity. The artist of this stunning view, God. Some Other Place soundtrack by Arcade Fire from the film Her, featuring Scarlet Johansson hummed through Sam’s earbuds, like a live symphony. Half of the world slept in darkly eclipse, and the other half actively participated in their daily chores in the day.
Could those suffering from insomnia-induced minds be generating all that electric activity? It couldn’t count for those sleeping?
Those artificial bulbous pupils grew like inflating balloons, the globe, swallowed. Earth reflected a little pond over the curve glass surface of Sam’s dome-shaped eyes. Presented with a holographic window, self-generated, Sam played a classic arcade videogame of Space Invaders. His body, facing in the opposite direction from his head. Sam’s hands actively engrossed, acting as a separate functional organism.
After hours of recorded night activity, still capturing, hopefully could cumulate for a Time Lapse video, Sam was engrossed. Satellite photography, without an iPhone. The single most fascinating experience witnessed by an astronaut suspended in a space-station.
Sam studied visually at the florescence that flickered like distant diodes implanted on a circuit board.
The O Totoro head shook back to Sam’s usual face, involuntarily. And spiralled from the onset of vertigo motion. His head whirled circularly in the same position, like a basketball spun in a continuous loop on the tip of an index finger. The world spun and yet it never moved.
The red light that flashed from Sam’s left eye when recording is in progress, spun in a nervous smear and then switched off abruptly. At such elevated speed, if you were human, you would be overcome with dizziness followed by a projectile of vomit. Sam set his sight in one straight direction to delay rotation of his spinning head, by Spotting, in order to attain a constant orientation.
The hyper looping ejected Sam’s head from its spineless, snake-like thin cord of a neck, with a soft quiet pop. His head continued to whirl like a brewing tornado.
A blow—only generated by a ribcage puncturing, telekinetic punch—swung directly into the chest of Sam’s detached body with jolt. Something obviously interrupted the documentary.
The palm touched then pushed inwards, as Sam’s artificial skin reacted like rubber. The pressure forced, and scattered various physical hardware components nestled in Sam out into orbit. On the scale of a miniature explosion. The advanced engineering of such components made them intact from such force, only dislodged them, due to their flexible nature of circulating inside Sam like blood. The parts weren’t soldered, but afloat, similar to the human body.
Small twig-like fingers, with Blu-tack putty shaped fingertips latched on like an octopus’s tentacles and flattened against Sam’s head. A floating octopus? In space? In fiction, the possibilities were high. But these fingers latching against Sam, was identically and physically, real. Evidently not a projection from Sam’s usually generated lifelike holographic imitation.
The tip of the middle fingers of both hands quickly crawled like the legs of a spider and plugged into Sam’s ears, which instantly stabilized head orientation, the looping expired. Sam’s eyes fixated at the sight of a startling image, like staring at your reflection in a mirror. A quick mute, flash of his left eye and Sam stored this image into its flash heart storage blocks.
The unseen, unknown floating object sent Sam’s head backwards, with a blow delivered from a headbutt. Directly in the opposite direction of the force, towards the floating, detached lower body, magnetically. As Sam and his drifting body were falling directly towards earth.
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