mojo
06-24-2009, 01:08 AM
The mountains groaned and rumbled, the oceans, seas, lakes and rivers, roared and murmured, the tree's and grasse's sighed, the winds whispered and roared.
All else was silent.
Cities sat silently, temple dogs to the sins of the past.
Nature wove itself between the cracks and crevices of man's folly, eating at the fabric of the human species existance.
Skeletons bleached and white sat redundant in the afternoon sunlight, reflecting a naked violent glory.
Fires raged, floods ravaged, cyclones tore, and neither insect, mammal or invertabrate stirred. Apart from the flora nothing alive stirred upon the blue ball that floated in the extremities of a inconsequential solar system in a long forgotten arm of an insignificant galaxy.
Then a bright burst of light surged through the outer atmosphere, hurtling towards destruction upon the earth, at the very last second changing trajectory and skimming across a verdant plain before coming to rest.
After a short time, smoke and dust cleared and a silver sphere sat atop a crest of burnt and smoking earth, and silently an oval ramp seperated itself from the body of the sphere and lowered slowly to the ground.
From within a creature emerged, limping on equine limbs, brackish ichor flowed from rents and abrasions, atop its equine body emerged a human torso, erect and regal.
The centaur stood unsteadily at the base of the ramp and made its way slowly to the edge of a copse of willows along a stream's bank not a hundred metres from the craft.
The creature lowered itself slowly to the sandy bank.
Time passed, a strangely bloated sun moved across the horizon and the creature stirred. Slowly but steadily it moved across the plain and reached a low range of hills which it climbed, unsteadily, slipping and sliding on loose shale.
At the summit it stood, before it in a long forgotten valley sprawled an institution, all around the buildings of man were barren stretches of earth.
It made its way down the shale covered slope to the buildings below and ventured within.
All through the corridors and rooms, tinsel and gaudy balls swung, silent testimony to the beings who had lived , loved and lost before.
A tree, pine and plastic stood in a corner, boxes wrapped in colourful paper scattered randomly beneath littered the rooms and corridors.
A clock upon a wall, atomic in nature kept perfect time, 25/12/2108.
Mother Nature had kept her distance from this place and this place only, it still stood pristine and sterile.
Within the bowels of the installation the creature found the room it had been sent to find and removed from within a flask containing man's last and greatest folly.
The biological weapon within the small flask had been discovered here and here alone by the species that the Centaurs ancestors had seeded on this planet millenia ago.
The weapon had wiped all life from the planet a hundred years since.
It is what the race of Centaurs had hoped for and more in their eons long battle with their ancient enemy.
The sphere lifted slowly from the Earth and within moments was hurtling through the outer reaches of the solar system on its way home.
The mountains groaned and rumbled, the oceans, seas, lakes and rivers, roared and murmured, the tree's and grasse's sighed, the winds whispered and roared.
All else was silent.
Cities sat silently, temple dogs to the sins of the past.
Nature wove itself between the cracks and crevices of every world within the Centaur's empire, eating at the very fabric of the Centaur species existance.
All through the Universe solar winds roared and sang, asteroids hurtled upon their busy path's.
Suns swum through the ether, dancing with the planets and moons within their embrace.
Not a planet or moon or asteroid or rock stirred with any signs of life, all lay desolate and empty, testimony to the glory of man.
All else was silent.
Cities sat silently, temple dogs to the sins of the past.
Nature wove itself between the cracks and crevices of man's folly, eating at the fabric of the human species existance.
Skeletons bleached and white sat redundant in the afternoon sunlight, reflecting a naked violent glory.
Fires raged, floods ravaged, cyclones tore, and neither insect, mammal or invertabrate stirred. Apart from the flora nothing alive stirred upon the blue ball that floated in the extremities of a inconsequential solar system in a long forgotten arm of an insignificant galaxy.
Then a bright burst of light surged through the outer atmosphere, hurtling towards destruction upon the earth, at the very last second changing trajectory and skimming across a verdant plain before coming to rest.
After a short time, smoke and dust cleared and a silver sphere sat atop a crest of burnt and smoking earth, and silently an oval ramp seperated itself from the body of the sphere and lowered slowly to the ground.
From within a creature emerged, limping on equine limbs, brackish ichor flowed from rents and abrasions, atop its equine body emerged a human torso, erect and regal.
The centaur stood unsteadily at the base of the ramp and made its way slowly to the edge of a copse of willows along a stream's bank not a hundred metres from the craft.
The creature lowered itself slowly to the sandy bank.
Time passed, a strangely bloated sun moved across the horizon and the creature stirred. Slowly but steadily it moved across the plain and reached a low range of hills which it climbed, unsteadily, slipping and sliding on loose shale.
At the summit it stood, before it in a long forgotten valley sprawled an institution, all around the buildings of man were barren stretches of earth.
It made its way down the shale covered slope to the buildings below and ventured within.
All through the corridors and rooms, tinsel and gaudy balls swung, silent testimony to the beings who had lived , loved and lost before.
A tree, pine and plastic stood in a corner, boxes wrapped in colourful paper scattered randomly beneath littered the rooms and corridors.
A clock upon a wall, atomic in nature kept perfect time, 25/12/2108.
Mother Nature had kept her distance from this place and this place only, it still stood pristine and sterile.
Within the bowels of the installation the creature found the room it had been sent to find and removed from within a flask containing man's last and greatest folly.
The biological weapon within the small flask had been discovered here and here alone by the species that the Centaurs ancestors had seeded on this planet millenia ago.
The weapon had wiped all life from the planet a hundred years since.
It is what the race of Centaurs had hoped for and more in their eons long battle with their ancient enemy.
The sphere lifted slowly from the Earth and within moments was hurtling through the outer reaches of the solar system on its way home.
The mountains groaned and rumbled, the oceans, seas, lakes and rivers, roared and murmured, the tree's and grasse's sighed, the winds whispered and roared.
All else was silent.
Cities sat silently, temple dogs to the sins of the past.
Nature wove itself between the cracks and crevices of every world within the Centaur's empire, eating at the very fabric of the Centaur species existance.
All through the Universe solar winds roared and sang, asteroids hurtled upon their busy path's.
Suns swum through the ether, dancing with the planets and moons within their embrace.
Not a planet or moon or asteroid or rock stirred with any signs of life, all lay desolate and empty, testimony to the glory of man.