Asterix Log 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Pondering introspection of a setting called Asterix.
In the body of a dead god whose rot mimics the in-between space of air, sea and nebulae, ships using Asterix engines make deliveries between settlements otherwise lost in the rot-space. Most do not survive the ordeal.

Maggots move in rot the infested carcass. They wear horns and smiles to make sense to the sailors swimming through the gas expelled, as the God corpse continues to decay.  Abandoned metal men, ships and other triumphs lay destroyed and blood laden, baptised in defeat to be reborn as snivelling cowards begging for forgiveness from a higher power. They pray to survive and preserve what hope they have. They pray to die before they remove their eyes. Gouging thumbs with no nails digging deeper to reach the mind within and keep it blind to unwanted thoughts and desires. The maggots sneak in through the ears whispering what a man would want to hear and what they never wished to know. A deeper understanding of what surrounds them, what awaits them above, and what awaits them below. Cannons, guns, any and all munitions available fire steadily into the surrounding storm scarred nebula. The captains drink something dark and the rest take something sweet, if only for a moment. Smoke lingers. No one works sober. Flashes of light momentarily blind where the shutters can’t protect. Some are forced to see, avoiding debris as pilots must. They cannot be trusted. Changing course is almost an act of war. Interrogations are needed. The moral men, priests and all come to inspect the confident and latch on to all doubt. Men who trust in themselves are surely deluded. The world shatters identity and material truth. Illusory demons wait at the gates and manipulate. “You are a liar. We are searching for the lie.” They always find it. The captain gives orders, the course is changed when eyes are elsewhere. They follow the beat and path as it is whispered to them through any breach in the walls. The kindness enters. They cling onto the hope, joy and the need to believe they should continue. They reach their promised land. They are slaughtered. Another and another and another. This story told countless times, too many names to mention a name at all. A few get past the hope. A few see the world for the suffering and accept it. A few survive that. Those that do are the next line of captains set to make the same mistake at a later date. They deliver the goods. Those in the settlements smile a joyful thing. Interrogations begin. Crew is purged. What is left goes back to make the next shipment. Moving past maggots in the rot infested carcass.


Submitted: August 15, 2020

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