» Tue May 08, 2012 12:22 am
In a place and time that is not of the Aurbis:
"Hey, Bill. Wanna see what happens if we both shoot the space core with a Portal gun?" Said Greg.
"Are you stupid?" Bill said. "Let's do it."
"For SCIENCE! Delicious, magical, SCIENCE!" Said Greg.
So Bill and Greg walked into another room and picked out a Space Core, laying it gently on the table with soothing words. It looked around and began to mutter.
"Hey guys. Where we goin'? Where we goin'? Where we goin'? We goin'na space? Goin'na space? Hm. Space. Hm." Said the Space Core. "I am the best! In SPACE!"
Bill and Greg took aim and fired, and in another moment in the Aurbis, Alduin was cast from the Time-wound. Roaring in triumph as he left the cleft in the fabric of reality behind. The ripples in space and time had subtle effects in all times and universes.
In another time in our world, I reacted to an event half a second before it happened. In another time in another world, a r'b'kalan died before being killed. In another time in another world, two portals collided at just the right moment, and opened to the moment in the Aurbis, in the darkness of Oblivion next to a star.
Bill and Greg fell stricken, their eyes now glowing pure white. Light in their world was a dancing interplay of particles of matter and energy at impossible speed. Their eyes were not built to see things through magic. If a man of the Aurbis had seen the space-wound, he, too, would have fallen stricken, his eyes not being designed to see by the light of non-Aetherial energies.
Bill rose, flailing and blind, and struck the space core, which tumbled into the portal and began to fall.
"SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......"
The core tumbled through the depths of Oblivion, still shouting he word "SPACE!" in triumph, until it saw a world. Being a machine, it could see this world, both a planet and something "other," without being destroyed.
It flew towards it, now at last with a relative sense of speed.
".....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!" It said as it smashed into a house.
After a few moments, a man walked into the ruins. The space core looked at him. If it had had a face, it would have smiled as it was picked up and critically examined.
"Some people call me space-junk. Hm. Space." It said. "Me, I call me treasure."