ever since man first looked to the skies we have always wondered if we are alone, in ages past we could only but grasp at the stars in our minds, stories and tales of what the worlds out there could be like, the meaning of the stars, wars and rivers of blood where spilt in hopes of there secrets revealed, but no answer ever came.
But now we can do more then merely see the worlds beyond our own, we where able to walk on them, stand on there long dead surfaces, and what we found there was nothing less then spectacular, strange caves paintings of the moon, long forgotten and eroded structures on the surface of mars, strange floating structures hidden by the moons of Saturn and Venus.
The singes of life, definitive proof of life not only out there, but at our very door steps, how foolish we where to so eagerly seek such life, so busy where we with the thought of finding it that we never considered the consequence of us or it finding us, so excited where we nobody seemed to ask why it was all abandon, why we could not find any fossils or even a trace of life that once was so obviously there.
though all these strange ruins where so distinct one thing remained consistent, a low hum, found in each and every coroner of these ruins, so low we could hardly hear it, for decades we tried to find the answer to what it was, to the last rhythm of these empty places, the sound never ceased, and the more we where around it the more infatuated we seemed to become.
Eventually we where able to make some sense of it, its only now i wish we hadn't, it was a message telling all how could listen the truth of the universe, not only where we not alone, in fact we where being watched, by things far bigger then us, like ants in a glass chamber we where, watched, observed, poked and prodded, made ready for the keeneetaa.
We didn't understand at first, some thought it a miss translation or miss communication, but none could find any other answer, eventually all would join the keeneetaa, it started small here or there, miracles of the mind, some could lift small rocks or make fire form the air itself, but as time went on it only grew stronger, eventually the sound of the ruins rang loud and clear in every corner of the earth, even in the most isolated of places.
we heard it in our sleep, in our every waking hour, over and over again, the worst of it all started in a town in Iceland, people could hear each other's thoughts, eventually they stooped speaking as individuals, they talked more like there one person, they said they had joined the keeneetaa, they became a special, as is often the case we where blind to the horror that was to unfold.
An amalgam coursed the see form that town, children, woman and men alike all combined into a mass of flesh, saying the same thing over and over “join us, join the keeneetaa, become truth” most ran, some gladly gave themselves to it, we tried to stop it, but nothing had an effect, even the mighty nuke could do nothing but make it stop for an hour, that clump of flesh just grew back, the more we hurt it the more clear its shape became, it wasn't long before country after country was consumed,its voice grew louder and louder, shaking mountains and rocking the waters.
Eventually it decided to calm the earth for itself, strange rotes made of flesh latched themselves to the earth, so large was it that it crashed with the clouds above, in a weak humanity was gone, now replaced by its next step the keeneetaa, after that it left, racing of in to the stars, i am all that's left, stuck here on Jupiter's surface, though i doubt i have much time left, food and water and running low and i have no way of getting more, i lost contact with base Apollo on mars three days ago, the sound has grown louder as of late, it comfort me in these trying time, i know they will come for me, and when they do i to will join.
the_llama_from_space t1_ja15qkj wrote
Reply to [WP] The aliens, it seems, do not consider us a sentient species because we are unable to 'keeneetaa'. We still haven't figured out what that means. by limbodog
ever since man first looked to the skies we have always wondered if we are alone, in ages past we could only but grasp at the stars in our minds, stories and tales of what the worlds out there could be like, the meaning of the stars, wars and rivers of blood where spilt in hopes of there secrets revealed, but no answer ever came.
But now we can do more then merely see the worlds beyond our own, we where able to walk on them, stand on there long dead surfaces, and what we found there was nothing less then spectacular, strange caves paintings of the moon, long forgotten and eroded structures on the surface of mars, strange floating structures hidden by the moons of Saturn and Venus.
The singes of life, definitive proof of life not only out there, but at our very door steps, how foolish we where to so eagerly seek such life, so busy where we with the thought of finding it that we never considered the consequence of us or it finding us, so excited where we nobody seemed to ask why it was all abandon, why we could not find any fossils or even a trace of life that once was so obviously there.
though all these strange ruins where so distinct one thing remained consistent, a low hum, found in each and every coroner of these ruins, so low we could hardly hear it, for decades we tried to find the answer to what it was, to the last rhythm of these empty places, the sound never ceased, and the more we where around it the more infatuated we seemed to become.
Eventually we where able to make some sense of it, its only now i wish we hadn't, it was a message telling all how could listen the truth of the universe, not only where we not alone, in fact we where being watched, by things far bigger then us, like ants in a glass chamber we where, watched, observed, poked and prodded, made ready for the keeneetaa.
We didn't understand at first, some thought it a miss translation or miss communication, but none could find any other answer, eventually all would join the keeneetaa, it started small here or there, miracles of the mind, some could lift small rocks or make fire form the air itself, but as time went on it only grew stronger, eventually the sound of the ruins rang loud and clear in every corner of the earth, even in the most isolated of places.
we heard it in our sleep, in our every waking hour, over and over again, the worst of it all started in a town in Iceland, people could hear each other's thoughts, eventually they stooped speaking as individuals, they talked more like there one person, they said they had joined the keeneetaa, they became a special, as is often the case we where blind to the horror that was to unfold.
An amalgam coursed the see form that town, children, woman and men alike all combined into a mass of flesh, saying the same thing over and over “join us, join the keeneetaa, become truth” most ran, some gladly gave themselves to it, we tried to stop it, but nothing had an effect, even the mighty nuke could do nothing but make it stop for an hour, that clump of flesh just grew back, the more we hurt it the more clear its shape became, it wasn't long before country after country was consumed,its voice grew louder and louder, shaking mountains and rocking the waters.
Eventually it decided to calm the earth for itself, strange rotes made of flesh latched themselves to the earth, so large was it that it crashed with the clouds above, in a weak humanity was gone, now replaced by its next step the keeneetaa, after that it left, racing of in to the stars, i am all that's left, stuck here on Jupiter's surface, though i doubt i have much time left, food and water and running low and i have no way of getting more, i lost contact with base Apollo on mars three days ago, the sound has grown louder as of late, it comfort me in these trying time, i know they will come for me, and when they do i to will join.