Through a Glass Eye
"For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime."
Nightwish, Sleeping Sun
Darkness was around him.
He was accustomed to that.
Darkness had been his companion for all his life.
It was a strange darkness, really. It could be friend, foe or neither. It could be confusing, harrowing, welcoming or as emotionless as a thing without life or presence. Tonight, it was a quiet war zone.
He lay on the bed unmoving for hours. If he could see, he'd have stared through the prison wall as if trying to bore into the stone structure itself. He knew neither it nor the darkness held the answers he sought. He knew the answers were out there but had no clue of where or how to find them.
So he lay unmoving for those hours and let his mind try to drift to more pleasant things. He let his mind drift and never knew of the camera peering at him.
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It was a device programmed to observe and record. It was an emotionless device with no voice nor mind of its own but if it could communicate, if it had a mind -- oh, the tales it could tell.
Like the one it recorded now.
The camera was trained on the little cell and the creature within. It was a peculiar creature -- strange looking with even more bizarre behaviours.
Most times, the creature was peaceful but displayed strong emotions of confusion and grief in its actions. One might even say fear, what with how it burrowed into a small pile of yeti fur. Sometimes it stayed there for hours, weeping or whispering to itself.
And the camera caught every word, be it in English or not.
"Serr. Home. Family. Humans. Hunter. Betray. Untruth."
These were common words -- spoken sometimes with disdain and sometimes with quiet despair.
He was alone mostly but on occasion, he had company. A lass named Chryrie -- professional doctor-type. Another lass named Johnathan -- she only came once but every word and action were recorded. They spoke few words in soft tones. They held one another.
And when his mind blanked out, she shed tears.
The camera passively recorded it all.
This was becoming another tale that a programmed, inanimate device slowly froze into history.
"For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime."
Nightwish, Sleeping Sun
Darkness was around him.
He was accustomed to that.
Darkness had been his companion for all his life.
It was a strange darkness, really. It could be friend, foe or neither. It could be confusing, harrowing, welcoming or as emotionless as a thing without life or presence. Tonight, it was a quiet war zone.
He lay on the bed unmoving for hours. If he could see, he'd have stared through the prison wall as if trying to bore into the stone structure itself. He knew neither it nor the darkness held the answers he sought. He knew the answers were out there but had no clue of where or how to find them.
So he lay unmoving for those hours and let his mind try to drift to more pleasant things. He let his mind drift and never knew of the camera peering at him.
-------------------------
It was a device programmed to observe and record. It was an emotionless device with no voice nor mind of its own but if it could communicate, if it had a mind -- oh, the tales it could tell.
Like the one it recorded now.
The camera was trained on the little cell and the creature within. It was a peculiar creature -- strange looking with even more bizarre behaviours.
Most times, the creature was peaceful but displayed strong emotions of confusion and grief in its actions. One might even say fear, what with how it burrowed into a small pile of yeti fur. Sometimes it stayed there for hours, weeping or whispering to itself.
And the camera caught every word, be it in English or not.
"Serr. Home. Family. Humans. Hunter. Betray. Untruth."
These were common words -- spoken sometimes with disdain and sometimes with quiet despair.
He was alone mostly but on occasion, he had company. A lass named Chryrie -- professional doctor-type. Another lass named Johnathan -- she only came once but every word and action were recorded. They spoke few words in soft tones. They held one another.
And when his mind blanked out, she shed tears.
The camera passively recorded it all.
This was becoming another tale that a programmed, inanimate device slowly froze into history.