Date
Posted:
07.24.2195
Date:
12.06.2195
Time:
Midnight
A Conversation In Shadows
wrong
wrong
wrong
wrong
worng
The warlock had said the words, leaning on one of the witches for support.
He'd said it aloud, and that in itself was strange. Very strange.
The witches look tired, sleepy almost, the warlock's body moving deeply
with his long breaths. The others somehow giving a droopy impression
even with blank faces. They're empty. I have no doubt that
there is something wrong with me, but they look defeated.
Have to break the mold here. Won't let them predict me.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask on my hands and knees.
That threw them. Standing there, stunned that I spoke. Not
many people converse with wirewitches. The five are there, looking
at the human who dared to break the verbal silence. Good. Just
try to figure me out. I can't, so how the glitch can you?
Blood is so red, fresh, flowing around my knee. Knee's okay, just
blood from the foot. It's back there making another lake. Knee
is in the way so I can't see it. Still seems distant, so far away
that maybe it shouldn't hurt at all. It does a little, but mostly
it reminds me that it's still there. Going to bleed to death if I
don't get that stopped pretty soon. Life will have to slow down for
a moment first though. More immediate, witchy concerns to
think about now, pressing. Don't think the witchkiss worked though.
Feel better about that now. Don't think--
One of the witches speaks. "Who made you?" Traditional
wirewitch greeting, formal even, but a bit forced in this situation.
She's probably the leader. Looks like she's in command, taking a
step forward, silencing the others without a flick of her eyes.
"Nobody," I reply.
"You are not human."
That's it, jump to conclusions. "I am."
"You may bleed the blood of humanity, but a human you are not."
Her voice a scratched echo, almost above a whisper. Rough and course,
a decapitated musical note played on serrated vocal cords.
Suppressing feelings now. Have to or I'm going to lose control.
Still, not going to play the game. "You tried to infect me.
Why?" Memories of the witchkiss had almost faded now, but there was
still a...
The wirewitch paused. The faintest turn of her head toward the
warlock spoke of something I could not place. This one had two hair
stalks just above her forehead. They lay against her back, twining
down around her legs, bristles brushing. Her mouth moves after a
second. "I commanded him to."
A lie. Better for now to let her think I believe though.
"Your coven is complete. You don't need me."
"We do what we wish, false-human"
"Why do you call me that? Do you not listen to your eyes?"
"You resisted the witchkiss!"
Outburst comes from the young one, eyes wide, expansive. The leader
does not notice, not caring, continuing. "You are immune to the witchkiss.
No human can resist it. Therefore, you are not human, no matter what
you may appear to be."
"I'm a normal."
"You are anything but normal."
What is going on? Curious to be talking to a wirewitch about normality
and humanity and the like. They can't even remember what it's like
to be human. Their humanity is perverted, unclean. But my mind
questions me still, probing, aching for the answers. She does not
think I am human? This cannot be. Hiding something.
"Scan me," I say.
"You are arrogant, false-human." Stalks twitching, agitated.
"Scan me," I repeat. Standing up, foot forgotten, red reaching
a thin stream from knee to foot.
"A false-human does not command a wirewitch."
"You can't, can you?"
"We will--"
"Cyberspace is offline and you can't scan me!" Loss of
control here. Didn't mean to raise my voice. Too late now,
have to press harder, unless something breaks.
Furious, hair stalks waving. Other wirewitches shifting, moving
closer together, bunching. Scared?
"Why haven't you killed me? You tried didn't you?"
"That is a matter of opinion."
"The witchkiss is death for humans! You tried to infect me!
Tried to turn me into one of you!"
"Yes."
"But you couldn't do it, could you? You couldn't infect me!
For some reason you couldn't infect me!"
"You are correct," the wirewitch said, arm back, touching another of
the witches, sharing the comfort touch.
"Why?"
"You are not human. The witchkiss only works on humans."
I
am
human
am
I
"I am human," I spit
"She is human, NAAQ"
It is the warlock again. Beside the wirewitch, a little shorter.
He just gave away her name.
"The witchkiss didn't work," NAAQ says. "Your opinion carries
little truth, 3-43."
Two names now, warlock bearing traditional numeric designation.
Hard to remember for humans, but wirewitches never let themselves be bothered
with human limitations.
"I performed the witchkiss," 3-43 says, "and I know that this girl is
human."
Girl? How old am I? Can't remember, big blank there.
Warlock acting strangely. Wirewitches don't need to talk aloud
to each other. Other communication forms are much faster. No
need to bother unless...
"You can't communicate," I say quietly.
They stop, focus turning to me again.
"There's nothing there is there?" I say. "It's all numb isn't
it?"
Pausing again, waiting for something, then a reply. It's the warlock.
"Yes. We're cut off from each other. Total silence."
Oh glitch. |