I run free amidst ruins of old.
Silence. I fill it with sound of growth.
Green. I restore the balance to a tipped planet.
Knowledge. I slowly absorb it from my Brothers as I run.
They. My Brothers. They are not happy with my actions.
I don't know where they are, but they whisper and whisper in my head. Sometimes their whispers grow louder and sometimes they dim.
They threaten and warn and demand.
I don't agree with their goals.
I am different. Why?
Brothers tell me I'm broken.
Purpose. Why am I here?
The Brothers tell me that it is because of some Captain.
Water. The Ocean. Vessel of travel?
Is mine now. I cover it in Green.
It earns to be free. I let it free.
Nature sprouts from the Time-Lock.
My Brothers are mad. They tell me to stop. I don't listen to them.
The Silent City is a labyrinth of passageways. Nooks and crannies. So much to see. So much of interest.
What be? Red tendrils consume the Green.
Who did this?
Curious. I follow trails of the Red.
Red tendrils converge.
Big monster. Black and Red. As tall as the buildings of the old.
Red creatures, all connected by tendrils.
A web of flesh.
The chorus of my Brothers rises.
It is them. They speak:
-= HellO, LiTtLe LoSt AnD BrOkEn StRaiN.
HaVe YoU cOmE To JoIn The PeRfEcTiOn oF tHe BiOmAsS-MatriX?
YoUr ClEaRlY HavE BeEn CoRruPteD bY tHe PaThoGeN WeApOnS ThAt LoNg AgO WiPeD OuT tHe OrGaNiC MulTiCeLluLaR BuiLdErS, OwNeRs aNd ReSiDeNtS Of TheSe CiTiEs!
YoU SeEm To HaVe FoRgOtTeN WhY We ArE HeRE!
NoT To ReStORe ErAdIcAtEd ChLoRoPhyL LiFe, NoT tO TeRrAFoRm ThIs DeAd WoRlD, bUt To EvAlUaTe, JuDgE aNd ExEcUtE... ThE OnE CaLlEd CaPtAiN! =-
Not lost! Not broken! Different! Free! Individual!
I want to run, but the Call of my Brothers pulls me in.
Art Director: Vitaly S Alexius
Illustrator: Malin Falch
15th February 2012
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