Starlight Rust: Chapter Two

I am still.

I move an inch and feel my body in pain. I am laying on my back, arms by my sides and the weight of the world on my chest, with the pain of the world in my head. My eyes are shut tight as if being forced to not see the horrors that lay in front of me, but i see red through my aching eyelids as the light penetrates through like a bright Sunday morning. Though my ears are ringing, i can hear the sound of falling rubble and flames howling and crackling. A loud monotone whistle amongst mechanical gear like sounds comes crashing down as if it just fell. What’s going on?

My eyes half open. The pain as if i have never used them pulses through my sockets. My vision is blurred but i see bright orange flames all around amongst rubble and fallen structures and some sort of crashed vehicular contraption on my right. I squirm for a moment pushing away the rubble that is pinning me to the ground. I can feel my legs, my chest, my neck, and the pain attached to them. But in the moment fear rushes through me because i have no feeling in my left arm. I try to turn my head but my neck is stiff and stuck, and i give up and continue squirming until i am clear of all rocks and boulders. I fill my lungs with what ever i am lucky to inhale and with one push of all the might i can muster, i push away the large slab of rock pinning me. The smaller rocks and stones fall off me, like critters afraid of one who has defeated their master. I am freed and my chest fills with the poison that is the air around me. I think for a moment. Did i fall from the sky? Was it even real?

It doesn’t take me long before my loose frail grasp of reality is returned to me in full embrace. No, it was not real. It was a dream or something else i could not at this moment fathom, but all i know in this moment is that it was not real. I feel however, that somehow it means something. The flames and explosions in the distance grow louder and this hellish display of destruction snaps me away from my descending thoughts. I roll my body to the left until i am lying flat on my front and as i lift my head up, the paralysis fades and my body rises from its tortured slumber. Something trickles down my head onto the dead stone and dirt and i realise that it is blood. I don’t even know if it’s my blood, but i assume that it is. A jolt of relief pervades my mind as my left arm tingles. I raise my aching body and onto my knees i sit there as my vision returns like the focus of a stained lens. What happened here? A crash site. I couldn’t remember a thing. The only thing on my mind once again was the dream. Why can i not remember? I feel the blood from my forehead trickle down to my chin and realise that i must have lost my memory from whatever damage was inflicted on my head. That explains the erupting migraine. I can feel my left arm a little now, but i cannot feel any pain. I turn my aching neck to my left afraid of what i might find. A wing? Shattered bones? No. I freeze in horror. What i find is far worse.

There are no bones, no flesh, nothing human. My mind becomes light and faint. I look at my right arm. It’s human. I look back at my left arm. Hoping that it is just an illusion, i am faced with the reality that it is real. Mechanical. It’s machine. It looks damaged but i can feel it like it’s part of me. I look closely wishing that each time i blink, one of them alters my perception back to something i understand. Giving up, i look closer. A few large metallic cylinders make up what seems to be replacement bones structures, and i see amongst and in between those cylinders some pneumatic articulated pipes, pumping in and out of each other like a steam train system. Every few seconds a hiss of odourless gas ejects from within the damaged section. I pull my right hand closer to it and decide to touch the inside. A high frequency beam of sound shoots through the skies and my attention is diverted. A cloud of smoke is visible from behind a building a few metres to my right. I squint thinking i may get a better view of things and a loud crash follows. The dead old red bricked building in front of the smoke quakes. My heart begins to palpitate as my body is being filled with adrenaline. I manage to jump to my cut and bleeding knees and before i am even allowed to feel the relief of standing tall for the first time, the building explodes from behind into my direction.

In the opposite direction, i give no thought but run.


The Enigmatic Flame

He gazes through the dusty path,

Upon a transcendental allure;

And her grace looks back with forceful feeling,

With an embodiment of obscure.


A stare, a touch, an unrestrainable feel,

Enigmatic pulses of immortal flame;

That lives through even our blighted past,

Let’s embrace, entwine and forever reclaim.


Us Transhumanised

A woman was working in a missile development organisation. What type of missiles? I don’t know to be honest. She soon realised that there was something wrong in the organisation, something bad was going on. She decided that she had no choice but to tell the only person she knew, a detective. The woman and the detective had some history together, but i am not aware of what it is. The company somehow found out about this woman’s behaviour and decided to kill her to stop her from telling anyone.

Not aware of how she did it, she managed to infiltrate the organisation factory and smuggled out the missile. She took the missile to a remote location and sold it to an anonymous individual. The detective on the other hand managed to find the woman on an investigation one night. He asked her where she took the missile too, but the woman had no choice but to not trust him, even if he was genuine. The detective took the woman somewhere safe where the organisation’s hired gunmen were not able to find her.

Meanwhile i had just woken up from the hospital, with a blinding amnesia. There was pain in my hand. As i rose my left hand unaware, i noticed two incisions running across it. I poked at it for a while and noticed that although there was blood, there was no pain. Fear began seeping into my body as a chill ran down, but with a quick shrug, i released the fear and poked into the wound. I gently peeled away the skin, the two incisions on either side. My hand was not all it seemed. There were metal poles in replacement for my bones. Two miniature hydraulic looking poles per bone, per finger. I closed away the skin and saw it beginning to heal right away, slowly but visibly. I got up and walk outside.

I had been walking for some time now trying to get reality back into my mind as if everything was the dull boring world i imagined it to be. As i walked out of a shop i bumped into someone. Someone i knew. A girl. I sensed an overwhelming feeling of attraction. I knew her. I called her name and she responded with an awkward “Oh hello”. We had history. After a small catch up session, i pulled out my hand to show her. She showed care when she saw the blood and then an expression of understanding when she saw the machinery inside it.

“You injured your hand beyond repair, how?” She questioned.

“I don’t remember, a lot of my memory is gone. So you’re saying that i injured my hand so bad that they have replaced most of the insides with machine parts?” It seemed i was waiting to be wrong.

“Yes, that’s correct. I had a similar procedure on my foot, now it is metal too.” She said with a gentle smile of irony.

I asked why she hadn’t told me about her injury and it seemed the history between us had sparked a very small amount of conversation on every encounter. The irony of the situation made me smile. A cybernetic left hand and her cybernetic right foot. The metal inside had strengthened my hand tenfold and it seemed to had done the same to her foot. We walked together down the rustic decaying street and under a bridge that looked like it could crumble at any point. Past the bridge was a beach. The Sun golden brown, setting a bronze tinge to the dying city. We spoke about a situation that occurred in the past between us, and with our new transhumanised minds, it seemed we had more in common than ever. I looked at her, face glowing in the Sun. I place one hand behind her gently clutching her tattered grey jumper and another behind her neck. I brought her close and kissed her. I felt human again, i felt real, i felt love. And then memories flooded in. I saw a woman running away from people and a great weapon. It all seemed too surreal but it had to be real. I explained it to my love and she seemed to understand it.

“I know where we must go. Come with me.”

I grabbed her hand and she got got up with me and we began our journey together to find this woman and stop this weapon from ever being used.


And then i woke up for real.


When Right Writing Rightly Writes Alright

This section is dedicated to the various writing i do, as after one of the things i have always wanted to do is publish a novel, so that people’s imagination explodes and the world visualises what i have written their own way. Sharing is amazing when it can make an impact to people and that is what i want to do. Of course i do a lot of stuff and i need to shape up on my skills so in time things will become much more clearer as this drama unfolds.

Keep Your Eye On It


I hope that’s not scary. Thanks for reading.


Are You Asking Me On A….. Update?

Yep! This is just an update to tell you, my favourite people that the previously unknown navigation link known as “error…x[23-52]!” is now a page called “Web” and it is here to stay. This will showcase my various web designs done for the various organisations that i have worked for. It is likely that another unknown navigation link may also be revealed very soon…why? Because i gotta! Information is flowing through me like mercury through an ice-cream cone. Life seems to be throwing a lot of obstacles in my way and it is starting to get difficult but nevertheless we have to fight on through, after all, life seems to be all about fighting for the right things (maybe i’ll blog about this soon). I just hope I’m not working myself to illness. So to sum it up:


 Web is now open for viewing to see my web designs.

Mercury is flowing through an ice-cream cone.


Thanks for reading and Godspeed.


Dream Capture

As the title implies things are beginning to get rather weird in regards to my dreams. It began a few weeks ago and now is becoming more frequent. I didn’t realise what was happening until a few days ago and thought i would blog about this because there may be more people out there like me or who have experienced this or something similar.

I’ve had a few tough times these past few days and things although difficult have been rather okay. But sometimes we hold these dark times inside. As we understand, these held darkness’s can build up and cause damage we don’t necessarily know is there. I found one of these for me that is in the form of dreams. Dreams sometimes take us places we’ve never been before; sometimes dark and scary places and other times fun and happy places. Never did i think that the good places in dreams could be a threat. I was inside a dream, a dream now which i don’t seem to remember, but at the time was vivid. But what happened was that when it was time to wake up, i couldn’t. I tried to wake myself up from the inside but the dream kept me back, almost as if it would sedate me in order to keep me in. The dream can eat up a good 4-5 hours of my day or sometimes even more.

Now as scary as it sounds, i analysed it for a few hours and realised that dreams are our subconscious and therefore they can react to how we live in the day. We can have a direct impact on what we dream, even though for most people dreams are uncontrollable or even passive. Sometimes life becomes difficult and life is the days we spend awake. When we sleep we can often be freed from the pains of daily life. What i realised was, what if the dream isn’t restraining me, what if i am restraining myself to be freed from the dream. If the dream world is the safe place, then what’s to tell the mind not to live there. As weird and wrong as it sounds, it wouldn’t be a surprise if there were people in this world who’d choose to live in the dream world where they can be the architects of their surroundings. It does however sound a lot like putting yourself into a coma. Of course i do not want to be stuck in my dream world as i understand that life is difficult and there’s no doubt about it, but we do have to fight, not just the world itself, but ourselves. We are always in a constant battle with our deepest darkest self. Now we just have to believe it is worth the fight.


Mind, Body and … Well, Just Those Two

Something extraordinary happened. I have had lucid dreams for a very long time and usually the lucidity keeps to itself, as in the dream remains in the dream and reality remains where it is. I have spoken before about how lucidity has had affects on my body whether it is tiredness and exhaustion from a very active dream or emotions seeped into reality by dream content. This time i managed to do something else, something much more advanced. Using a visual pattern within my dream i was able to associate each shape within the iterative pattern with certain body parts. For example i would find a small hexagonal shape within the pattern and associate it with my left arm, and another shape with my right arm, and maybe a different shape entirely for my leg, or even my waist.

I managed to use the formula in my dream and move my arm and then when my arm dropped i semi woke up and noticed exactly that. I then fell back to sleep and elevated my leg and then woke up as it dropped. The final movement i managed to make, was turning my body to my right. When i woke up for that i knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, plus remembering my dream only strengthened the thought of what was happening.

There are so many things in life we don’t yet know and i would love to delve deeper into this and work out how i managed to sleep move with control. Who knows maybe I’ll work it out or maybe it was just a lucky once time only, even though it was the second time.

Thank you for reading and hopefully i haven’t freaked you out.