Yume ga atta.
May. 26th, 2003 09:58 amThere was a little girl on a spaceship, looking out on the universe. She saw a green comment streak by. It was a spaceship. It was so pretty that she wasked for it to come closer so that she might see it better. Somehow, across the vast emptiness between them, the pilot heard and obeyed. He twisted his ship to fly parallel to the window the little girl looked out from. He, like his ship, was nothing she had ever seen before. He was, in fact, nothing like anyone from her planet had ever seen before. Silvery and reptilian, he had floating spikes that reflected soft rainbows, swaying softly in the air currents of the cockpit. Through the emptiness between them, an understanding was reached and a promise made. The pilot flew away, and the young girl, standing at the window, her doll clutched in her arms, watched as his ship left.
A few years later, the young girl, daughter of an ambassador, was under heavy guard as she was transported from one place to another for ever-increasing tests. She had taken something away in her mind from the encounter with the alien, and while people knew it was there, they did not know what this something was. But the skyship she was on was attacked; she was liberated by a small band of guerillas and taken to their ship; they fled.
As they fled, the girl came to know them. There were eight of them and they had all lived hard lives, but they meant her no harm. She came to trust them, and showed them her treasures, three small pewter statues of dinosaurs. One had the same free-floating spikes as the alien pilot had had. She knew that the time was drawing near for the two of them to meet again. At first the guerillas were skeptical; dinosaurs had died out, not evolved and gone into space. But slowly they came to believe the girl.
Then the army caught up with them, jamming the shiver-phase function of their skyship as they flew through the city. Five of them took the girl and ran through the midnight streets on foot; the other three took their skyship and fled. They made plans to meet up again.
All of the guerillas had special skills and special weapons; they split up into two and two and one, all heading for the docks via separate routes. The girl went with the second two. The first two ran into a tangle of their enemies. Rather than fight their way out, one of the two sprayed a golden mist onto the foreheads of those enemies--her gift was speed and timing. The mist rendered those four agents like ghosts, only half there. One jumped in anger on a manhole cover, and disappeared down through it. Another panicked and ran into a cement pillar and merged with it. The last two, women both, tried to step into one another and merge, but could not, as neither was wholly "there" to merge with. Our two protagonists left and went onwards.
The one who went alone ran into an old enemy who was also his brother-in-law. But he had always been careful to keep the one fact separate from the other, and hence the enemy did not know him. His gift was changing four times from one form and ability to another. But his changes were always in a set pattern, which was his weakness, and once he cycled back to his original form he could not change again for two hours. So he led his brother-in-law through a menagerie, fighting a gorilla, a tiger, and a crocodile along the way, until he finally managed to get to the harbor, where he enacted his last change and dove into the waters, swimming until he reached the docks.
As to the two who fled with the girl--then I woke up.
A few years later, the young girl, daughter of an ambassador, was under heavy guard as she was transported from one place to another for ever-increasing tests. She had taken something away in her mind from the encounter with the alien, and while people knew it was there, they did not know what this something was. But the skyship she was on was attacked; she was liberated by a small band of guerillas and taken to their ship; they fled.
As they fled, the girl came to know them. There were eight of them and they had all lived hard lives, but they meant her no harm. She came to trust them, and showed them her treasures, three small pewter statues of dinosaurs. One had the same free-floating spikes as the alien pilot had had. She knew that the time was drawing near for the two of them to meet again. At first the guerillas were skeptical; dinosaurs had died out, not evolved and gone into space. But slowly they came to believe the girl.
Then the army caught up with them, jamming the shiver-phase function of their skyship as they flew through the city. Five of them took the girl and ran through the midnight streets on foot; the other three took their skyship and fled. They made plans to meet up again.
All of the guerillas had special skills and special weapons; they split up into two and two and one, all heading for the docks via separate routes. The girl went with the second two. The first two ran into a tangle of their enemies. Rather than fight their way out, one of the two sprayed a golden mist onto the foreheads of those enemies--her gift was speed and timing. The mist rendered those four agents like ghosts, only half there. One jumped in anger on a manhole cover, and disappeared down through it. Another panicked and ran into a cement pillar and merged with it. The last two, women both, tried to step into one another and merge, but could not, as neither was wholly "there" to merge with. Our two protagonists left and went onwards.
The one who went alone ran into an old enemy who was also his brother-in-law. But he had always been careful to keep the one fact separate from the other, and hence the enemy did not know him. His gift was changing four times from one form and ability to another. But his changes were always in a set pattern, which was his weakness, and once he cycled back to his original form he could not change again for two hours. So he led his brother-in-law through a menagerie, fighting a gorilla, a tiger, and a crocodile along the way, until he finally managed to get to the harbor, where he enacted his last change and dove into the waters, swimming until he reached the docks.
As to the two who fled with the girl--then I woke up.