12.26.2013

Fiction I: Nucleus of Ataxia

     Following the conclusion of the conflict on 26 December 20//, scouts searching through the rubble of the enemy headquarters found several burnt-out diaries crudely tied together with a remarkably intact report file. Most of the writing is illegible, the flames having eaten most of the pages. The earliest entries date to shortly before the conflict, the latest but a few days prior to its end. However, a section comprising of five or so pages, written in a cursive scrawl, were found intact. Researchers are currently underway attempting to restore the more damaged portions, in hopes that they can be deciphered & analyzed someday. These pages along with the remnants of the diaries & report file are kept on display at the Museum Ad Perpetuam Rei Memoriam.
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    "...-esh of my flesh, blood of my blood. We are not bound in such a manner, being diverse in faces & tongues, skin tones & colors. But we are tied, inextricably, inexorably; by the cherem now waged against you & yours. For this, all blood ties we once had are now surpassed. Neither kith nor kin we hold dear to us, only this vengeful destruction. And each oth-...."

    "...-oes it please you thus, to lord over us like the tyrants you were bred & raised to be? On the backs of us & ours have you profited. And handsomely at that. On the lands of Red, on the bloody sweat & tears of Black, on the despairing hands of Brown. On the mind-numbed efforts of Yellow-"

    "...-n our very souls, you have benefited greatly. Hail to the, sons & daughters of the sublime Occident! Your kind has prospered beyond compare, your civilizations stretches to the fabric of the astronomical bodies,; your art & culture far superior to the traditions & mores of lesser beings than yourselves. Truly your technological progress can only be a testament of your supreme intellectual capabilities, something those apart from you could surely never be capable of. How gloriously you've set forth from the barbaric wars waged by thy predecessors, tiring of each other so quickly. Expanding your realms to the lands of True Humanity, the plunder & pleasure opening vistas of new possibilities. To the cradle of civilization your touch sweeps away; the wellspring of our progenitors you proudly take as is your wont. Disregarding the existence of TH who walked this world when thy antecedents were as lowly as could be. For it is to the glory of the Occident! And what do we know, you do so ultimately for our own good. Indeed, mundus tuus est! The worl-..."

    "...-nd we thank you for it. Our profound gratitude at your efforts in enlightening our honored ancestors, teaching them & us that our ways, our customs are but the childish babblings of barbaric primitives. Our erstwhile-cherished values the creations of minds & souls so utterly alien to yourselves, they must be feared, hated, and eliminated no matter what the cost. Witness the prostrations of benediction at the feet of you & yours, eternally indebted that you have opened our eyes & shown that only you, and those who look like you can ever be beautiful in form & speech. Cursed are the deities who gave us such loathsome forms as our destinies! Never can we appear like you in all your magnificent comeliness of wondrous golden locks & azure sight; our thick protruding lips, ab-human optical slits & nasal protrusions a blight upon our visages! And a sight most sore to thee & thine! Longingly we desire in the utmost to become thee, mockingly we shall regard one another, and hateful we shall always be of ourselv-..."

    "...-t now, as with all things the cycle must complete itself. You, and yours dwindle in increasing numbers, whilst ours grow ever more. You have our everlasting veneration & adoration, even as we shall enter your lands, displace you & yours. Your names removed without consent, forbidden to speak your tongues lest they be cut out along with your hearts. But we are TH, capable of actual love & compassion, whereas you & yours were never able to begin with. Your women we shall leave unmolested, your children safe & whole. But thenceforth you shall never again taste the overwhelming joy of freedom. Your glorious past we shall keep, forever a reminder to us & ours, of what was once but is no more. You shall serve in the present, for in the future to come, there is no place there for you. We are merciful, we shall not harm you & yours  just for being what you were born as. But as history has shown all & sundry, you are retrograde, lower even than the simple Neanderthals to whom we are truly indebted. Your expressions of joy & happiness are but serene reflections against the tidal wave of your thoughts & deeds afflicted against us. Your emotions unable to exist in its truest form, save to complement the hatred & despair in TH. In short, you are not human. And all that is not human, but resembles TH, presents a clear & present danger to our very existence. Logic dictates that we put all of you to the sword. Let the life-giving Earth nourish herself on the blood & carcasses of 700 million of your kind. The Heavens have mercy on the souls of those born of us, and yours. For while we can love & recreate our offspring in our images as surely as we can hate & destroy one another, your taint is but a horror to behold, its insidious nature quintessential chaos. Beholding them, we can only feel sympathy. They are half-human. But no matter, we shall consider them as our own, for time heals all transgressions, and our blood shall overcome yours in naught but a few generations. But all this, and more, shall only come to pass once the War has settled itself-..."

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Here the diary ends. The subsequent part is taken from the end portion of the documents in the report. The file itself documents an elaborate plan utilizing the entire extent of the Faction's resources to implement & execute what can only be described as institutionalized genocide:

    "...-ur greatest sin against us? To turn us against one another. You, Occidental spawn, have made me hate Black, distrust Brown, scorn Red, and detest my own Yellow. Just as you have done likewise to my cheremic kinsfolk. And for what? Ultimately to secure the continued position of your self-serving power at the top. Let us fight each other, slaughter one another, debase our honor for your crass egos & vile depraved sybaritism. Why should you care? All that matters is yourselves, and the delusion that you are, but never were, are nor will be...human. For this & numerous other crimes, we shall until the end of the War, wage a campaign of extermination. Even now we ready the fields, for soon each field (one of many) shall devour you. 150,000 a day. Neither pity nor mercy shall be asked during the duration of the conflict, for none shall be given. Marital valor to the one who obliterates the most among you & yours, for the one shall be honored as the greatest of champions against the pale hordes. You are life unworthy of life, and it shall be taken from you as quickly & as brutally as there ever was. Until the War is over."

    "...-ose who survive shall be enslaved in perpetuity, to pay for the sins of their predecessors. And once the last of you has vanished from the face of the Earth (may it be long in the future, for you are still of great use to us & ours) we shall move on. We will love & hate one another, laugh & cry, praise & mock; yes even breed & kill! But. We. Shall. Exist. And you shall be nothing more than the ashes & dust of history, to be forgotten in the end. Perhaps another shall replace you, possibly from our ranks. But that, is a worry our successors shall deal with in the fullness of time."

    "Long live the peoples of color, free & proud. GLORY TO TRUE HUMANITY'S FUTURE!"
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    It is widely believed that the diaries along with the report were the works of the Mad One, He who turned against his kind & exploded into a genocidal frenzy costing some 250 million lives on both sides, before being annihilated in a conflagration of supernova-focused astro-weaponary as the conflict ended. May his life & times serve as a warning to future generations, of how the seeds of vengeful hatred bear fruits of disastrous consequences.

6 comments:

  1. For one, keep sharing your fiction with us; you've got quite a flair for words.

    I love your style; you switch voices effortlessly and you channel frustration (to the point of madness) with morbid beauty. I'm really hoping this is the first of many fictional posts to come.

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    1. Thank you Ankhesen, for your input. I try my best & will contribute more to the blog, time permitting & Heaven willing.

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  2. I like to read books where I can feel the character :the frustration, the endurance and the triumph are the feelings I get from this story . It is a great story and though this is a fictional story, it is very a truthful one.

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    1. Thank you M. I considered actually putting this out as an actual piece, but I reckon that the subsequent shitstorm from any butthurt white people will probably affect TBA negatively. That & I'm too chicken =S

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  3. Also...Zydar, I don't know if you've ever played Planescape: Torment, but your storytelling style prompted me to go back and play.

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  4. I've only been reading the TBN for going on three days straight, but what I have learned in these three days has blew me away and opened my eyes to important issues that I was blind to. This piece is beautiful, but also wholly terrifying.
    I have to thank you for posting it and you are a wonderful storyteller.

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