His chink walks were slow & ran through. His irritation was/\ He fell over multiple times on the slippery and mossy grass under Lieutenant's healthy guidance.
How does he know so much? Was he part of this discrete world? Was he human or just a high-tech robotic hologram?
I feel like a moth flying to the light. A moth that knows nthin', the light that emits knowledge. I need it need it need it!!! Ahhh!!
Duke obsessed over his senses formally removing data. He sensed that some tramuatising was happening somewhere. Some slaying, bruises, infections, screechings, smashings, and what not, etc.
He stared at the bar for a while and the surroundings became deep black.
D> Mr. Bar, Something's not right. My senses are going crazy. It's all black.
P> Did you timely fed your body?
A strong lazy sensation revealed handsome about Mr. Bar.
Suddenly everything had turned black and it looked like a null void. Not a single thing or matter was visible, it was an empty space. Slowly, Duke managed to control his posture and saw a flashy wave which almost hit him and divided his body into two parts. His two bodies were somehow not his. The first half was like the face of a universe which showed stars and planets in an unknown galaxy realm. The second half had different systems running inside, on it several shapes wiggled and pushed each other through it's legs to his stomach which had a belt inside changing the course of white shapes into dark red and gave it a grid. This was a complex grid. It had four decisions from which one was to be made. First, two decisions were in codes, whereas the third decision said that your mother Beverly wishes to see you. Fourth decision, said random which might meant that one decision will be selected randomly from the first three.
Duke selected the third decision blindly and observed his universe body turning into ashes.
Later, he returned to his place where he left and tried to gave a big sigh but kept it to itself. The grid later became familiar with his thought process and also tried to underline the best probable decision which he might make at that particular moment. After the decision was made, the only thing which he could do was observe.
D> Do we eat here? I don't know Lettuce or The Dypuss below or what? I believe, we charge.
P> I actually meant the body which is still & out of this world.
D> I am missing some context. Will you reflect clearly on the 'body which is out of the world'?
P> You realize, your body isn't on Earth.
D> Ok. And?
P> Then, it might be doing something, right?
D> Ridiculous. My body's here, Ok? Can't you see?
P> You can perceive, hear, taste, touch, and smell with your senses provided by this planet as you arrive & are present. But can you still see with your conscious permission? Try unconsciously. You see when you got new senses, there are two chambers made inside your mind. One contains all the feelings you possibly manage to understand. The other is the one which you think are hard to understand.
D> So you're sayin' that my body is lying there on the floor.
P> I hope not, man. It'll die with starvation. Feed it now or maybe it's being desensated (obstructed sensations occuring due to the high defined computerized world). Still, you have the trial of some days.
D> Feed by what means?
P> I'll tell you later. First, touch your eyebrows, let's go through these lousy Frutoni trends which I'm totally unaware of.
D> Which tradition were you saying?
P> Oh. That was totally different. I was saying the one in which they gather around. spread liquid everywhere. Then this awful liquid fills on the eyes of that sticky grass & some gnomes might be born underground. I don't know.
Lietunant observed Duke who looked at him for being a know-it-all. Duke was never envious. But now, envied Lieutenant more than anything for knowing everything about his surroundings. He was null and a newbie. Lieutenant's smile slightly faded as Duke took a rest and clumsily gave creepy looks. The thing more uglier was that he wasn't the Lieutenant he knew. He constantly made him happy. He is regarded as the humiliation box which when one shooks you get the gift of ridicule on yourself.
The tall bar through which Lieutenant's voice came, it jumped and molded into a flat & curved cubicle. My value is so devitalized on this planet, Duke's thought hovered within his mind. I have to ask every minor detail to ironically appreciate these unreasonable and vague molding plumps of fiasco thingies. A large crowd of Frutonis gathered like a ceremony which Duke curiously viewed. He stepped inside and an irrationally marked region with curved edges floating on some semi-circular domes which unknowingly carried the bouncy weight of a diverse Frutonis.'
'Those dumb domes never understood their strength, they can hold any weight if they realized a term capability. It's kinda like a placebo effect.'
The Mosambi rovers spilled juices through in a small space circling inside the region and rested on two apple-faced ovals to regenerate fluid in their greenish small tubules. The rovers had a big green tail with rotating micro propellers changing into long bushy leaves. The semi-circular line of Frutonis started from the Appelers. Hard at a punch and soft at a touch, were a few fifty centimeters half apple-faced ovals having a minuscule brown stem with dark black seeds commonly used for consuming nutrients and practicing sensations. They rarely moved at any sounds. The greenish grapoles were polished and armored with a pair of tight extensive grappling hooks for catching intruders. They loved playing needle sword fight or holing a Frutonis. Their insiders were loosely soft and glooming solid which showed strong reflexes. Their body changing and molding forms was their proudest achievement. Their laughter and cries had an invisible chasm. Mobile stems were a medium of language that required deciphering. There were indistinct movements behind the skew Peaches. Reddish pink stems with a light yellowish green outer covering were Dragonaya Pitas. They had a silver plate on their tops that had dark black spots disappearing and pushing forward in a line and entering through the pink stem. Duke observed every creature familiar to him from a particular perception which he unknowingly didn't perceive. Being a creature who lived hidden in some world of fruits? Was this his rewarded second life or what?
The Locust Honeys, Coconutys, and a few Aloe verses were straightening their shapes and modifying their stem elongation with shrieks in some ounces of pain endurance at the marked width. Two poles attached to semi-circular propellers fiercely had a silvery archway which was igniting energy in the form of yellowish red lava and investigating the large crowd. Beside two adjacent propellers were two adjacent and tall semi-circular and three-dimensional chambers shortening and widening every second. One chamber with a knock slowly shrieked in a dim voice as the info - processor and the other with a knock murmured in a careless voice as the info - sender. Beside them, there was a big purple tree standing on thick legs made of corrugated dark bronze. The purplish leaves were slightly scarlet which showed that they were frail & infirm. The tree consisted two main long enough branches of ten feet each & two feet thick. The branches were stretched & looked like tied to some invisible locks floating over.
The transparent chambers were connected through the off-white metal pipe and mainly synced data about the remains of a tired Frutonis so to excruciate & possibly intervene a new approach towards the Frutonis lifestyle.
'LH's and Cocos are amply elongated. Except for some Aloes, they suffer more due to thorns', Venus fly-trap said holding a bamboo stick dug in a pumpkin. As for those big cylinders, I have never seen those shape-shifting glass cylinders.'
'We all've gathered 'ear to memories of the nucleic of Mr. Ginkgo Biloba. His efforts on Frutonis for every moment lived in silence. Still, he did. Worked on those belts & provided shabby wooden desks for us. His silence is percieved on the upper stem but his trust and care was inside his upper stem of his vintage figure. We here present you the one havin' a satisfactory evolution after t'ousands of years, they'll be processed through our chambers, further to observe their evolved path.
Some prerequisite knowledge is still needed for us to go through the main theses of how Ginkgo lived many years with those work appliances & his passionate skill for people to evolve also evolved in his presence. After the involvement of the thesis, we'll begin with our ancient circled separation.'
'When is that goddamn tradition starting? You said it'd start now.' Duke whispered.
'Just wait. I believe ... Now.'
Strong walls made of bamboo jumped up detaching from the mud and slightly turned to opposite right angles. There were two wooden surfaces on two poles going left-right. The wooden surfaces were turquoise inked and said Stronckes and The Barren & Fragile.
'Maybe it's in the rule book – Panepalte Officio. The unconcerned newly born gnomes are never told about this tradition, but made to do them forcefully. Did you get a new feeling arousal inside you.'
'That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.' Duke's panting senses were making him impatient. His hypothalamus was strongly hurting with pain. He saw imaginary footage of his body lying near his silver computer table and kicking, it gave squeaky voices and his stomach growling like a dog.
'It can't wait anymore. I'm feeling hungry as hell with stupid nightmares.'
'Ok, time-out. Let's reach your visual sense.'
'Is that a thing? Your sayin' to puke empty stomach.'
'I mean your eyes are still some. Wait, what nightmares.'
'Not a clue. I saw my body lying near an unfamiliar desk with a computer showing some codes. It was hard to tell. I knew why the screen showed me codes. Because that's my game. To play with codes.'
'Maybe you just met with your body on Earth. Which I was telling you to figure out, but how did it happen?
'I was just thinking about my latest creation with a coding ability and the future, which made me forget my pains. Then, I suddenly saw from an unknown angle inside the house. I was lying. Flat on the floor.'
'Then lie flat. Reach that world. I believe that's where your body is.' Lieutenant shrieked blissfully. He just couldn't if he was serious or lying. Duke awkwardly again lied trying to gain another chance. He followed those actions again. He also meditated for a while, had a nap for five minutes when his sleep finally broke out. He again unknowingly saw himself lying fixedly on the floor. The angle was the same as if he was watching real footage of his body. He internally thought of telling Lieutenant but didn't want to risk his view of his body. He analyzed his view and understood a thing that clarified his body was on Earth. He wanted his body to wake and eat something energizing. Instantly, the body jumped from that dusty place. His mind was like an irritating fish tank.
Dust flew through the air. Music was heard with beats and strange startling sounds terrified his views. It sounded like a machine was initiating control. A robotic female voice replied, 'You have finally passed your first test of recognition. Don't be surprised. I am an assisting voicer engaged in this view to help you with the commandments you provide me. I can control your movements and actions of your real system on Earth. You are given a virtual system on an unknown land. You can't observe its damaging complex structure so it's invisible.'
Duke didn't know how to freak out on Frutonis. He thought his determined view may blackout. He only thought. He conversation-ed and replied thoughtfully to stand up and walk.
'How many steps?' Duke got anxious after he heard the question. He wanted to know how to live through two worlds. The voicer gave a virtual timeline for his real body on Earth. It didn't ache his brain much as it was just two hours equal to the 24-hour timeline on Earth. The voicer also created a pathway for Duke to gain his conscious senses on the view. Create an alarm which will ring when the system feels hungry & buzz my mind.
'Sir, we have finished with today's quota. See you soon, sir.'
His blue eyes became clouded and turned frosty. Freezing and stretching with blurry vision.
He opened his eyes. He was there. Lying on the sticky purple grass between the Frutonis giving him their awkward looks. Indistinct chattering was heard in the crowd. Duke saw something different. It was as if his height had decreased a bit.
'Hey, Gnomes aren't allowed here. How'd you? You must be in school. Go back to that little hole that made for you!'
'School? Here?'
'Yes, gnomymie boo. Or we might catch your power. Oh! actually we caught some! The first day of yours, Believe it is. Rise, in the invisible shine, mumbo.'
Stood up. Suddenly his height was so less than other chuckling Frutonis which looked like gigantic trees shaped with rough and rigid trunk skins with light black patches and pores. Those potches and pores were in a constant motion of change, they made signs and turned into something else. Then, something else.
His virtual senses were working perfectly on this planet. He shifted his vision and observed the crowd. The poll wasn't there. His joint legs couldn't walk so he jumped his way through screaming Lieutenant's name. The poll suddenly wiggled out through an outermost layer of an Aloe versa. The poll turned arched chair with wheels and slipped through his way. Aloe versa softly whimpered for his torn skin. The poll observed Duke jumping and struggling for him. He straightaway raced and startled with his fore chair speed.
'Sorry. What's with the jumping?'
'I just felt the need for jumpiness, what do you think?'
'I don't know. Your joint legs might are saying enough.'
'Why do you ask while having all the infotainment?'
'I'm sorry for your troubles, but there's a chance you can avail. I'll detach your lowers and give them a deep cut which they'll appreciate. Or you will.'
The poll pulled up a long purple grass which turned pink as it detached. He straightened the pink grass so nicely and used an Evolutionizer gun. The pink faded into white red and got stiff and sharp as a sword.
'Hold your breath in a dog pose for a minute.' Duke sighs with disbelief and turns down to pose. The poll's shape reduces like a small cylinder with a hole, creating a pinkish sword with a holder. The sword floats through the air and cuts across some empty areas. In a while, Duke's legs opened and he was able to walk. He felt he was reborn. In a moment, one of his struggles passed away.
'I'm good. Now. Tell me, about that traditional thing.'
'In mind.'
'Yeah, sure. Why not? And please throw the sword, it's getting on my nerves.'
P> I'll tell you but first I wanna remind you that when I came here on this planet. The polls were sent to a school that gave me different tests. There were five of those which they gave me. I had to pass all to freely move to avail check out with other Frutonis. Although, some tests were about the Frutonis due to which I failed badly in two of the tests. So I got a post of a travel guide and a licensed informer of Frutonis.
D> How d-you carry that license of yours? And, what are the posts which they give you? Also, on what basis?
P> Having made of a straight shining silver body is the license. But as you ask, it's the shine. We polls have to gain the shine as we roll and face the challenges imposed on us. I don't know more, Duke. As I haven't got much appreciated job.
D> So what else you got for me, I need to cover something atleast.
P> They'll be rounds, but I'm not sure how the pattern will be? Because it changes for every newbie to kick their asses. Maybe it can come too hard or too easy. Just ... don't be hard on yourself.
D> Sure. Wa't? Is this my first day?
Duke sarcastically smiles as if he was tension free. He knew whatever he would do, he was an ordinary man in reality. The man who just lived his life in the streets of Ceiberg 2025. His mind was filled catastrophically & going through utter discouragment for now. He badly needed fresh air. A swirling brink red Activa came running and spoke, 'Let's have fresh air.' Duke sat slowly murmuring he didn't know an Activa could speak & Frutonis afforded an Activa but he strangely thought of riding it without speaking.
'Actually, they can't. I'm created to transport the newbies who still badly need my assurance as a guide. Probably for the terrified ones.'
Duke unknowingly turns the ignition, started driving. Holding brakes tightly, he realized. He didn't know how to drive. He perplexedly drove like a pro. The speed felt faster than a bullet train surpassing. His balancing and an acquired taste of stunting struck his nerves hard. Still, he drove with a sarcastic showing as if he owned a clear mind. He drove through the Frutonis.
His tired mind wanted a lot of rest, so overwhelmed with information was giving him unknown ulcers in every part of his body. He thought of asking the Activa. He tried to revolve the questions & the Activa answered some. It echoed through the pleasant horn sound that every gnome has a different post, there are so many posts, it's hard to give a number but, everyday, thousands of Frutonis are given rankings & work power and place & so do the math & you'll get the number.
Some digging pits and opening squarely carved doors horizontally, some were using wiggling fancy equipment. A yellow ball of holed wood floating here & there was transmitting oxygen in the air and a liquidish mercuric loop was swooshing like a bullet goes through the center reacting into a red powder that tripled those pebbles' heights. Duke didn't follow those pebbles which were humiliated badly in the tradition ceremony for not defending the grass eyes properly. He wanted to but couldn't. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He assured himself in a silly & distasteful understanding that he was in the right place at the right time. Some aged trees were using hammers for peeling their rough skin and turning smooth with Evolutionizer guns but in turn, got so hard skin which produced itchy crimson patches.
He suddenly thought of getting off the Activa. Brakes applied. Didn't work. The Activa stretched its body center like a diaphragm flattening as inhalation occured. The seat also flattened exhaling a space for an aspect to be detached. A metal bar pulled him upwards and embraced Duke's knees flattening and stretching from the Activa's heads. A black casing slowly sneaked covering Duke's whole body like a dark cover of a body. Duke's body got numb and frightening. His body until a familiar voice said, "Don't be scared, it's a simple test.'
'About what? To check my oxygen levels?'
'If you know, then stay quiet. A calming and peaceful setting helps to get actual results. Don't panic.'
'How will I not panic when I'm already panicking!'
'O...Ok... just count to ten in a yodeling voice.' Duke did. A cool breeze with a fragrance of bottle gourd flew through his nostrils. The black cover tore itself from a point parallel to Duke's vision. Duke knew now that he was some sort of gnome in this world. He relaxed his senses on the Activa and realized he was at a door that looked like a giant grey almond with oddly drawn semicircles filled with brown powder of dry soil. Duke got a slap while observing the almond door. He looked everywhere. No one. The door flashed lights. Yellow. Grey. Neon. Duke frighteningly moved his legs upstairs with clumsy rubber. Some semicircles wiggling and vibrating on the door. They were movable. He touched with his invisible palm on a semicircle, it jiggled with its another vibrating half.
Shining and wiggling, the circle pushed other semi-circles and they met with their halves.
The shine slowly faded and glowed -
WELCOME TO THE IMPLEMENTATION EVOLVODAN.
I AM OOO. ONE WHO DESERVES YOUR WORSHIP.
ONE WHO CREATED EVERY OUNCE OF THIS PLANET.
THE ONE WHO HAS PUT HIS EVERYTHING ON THIS PLANET.
I WARMLY WELCOME YOU TO THIS WELL-DESIGNED & CHOSEN JOURNEY IN THE PRAGMETASH.
(Pragmetash is the created space for the evolving and littering gnomes to evolved Frutonis.)
The statue became mobile. Duke's baffled thoughts and senses saw dozens of humongous walls of greenish metal. Their connected vintage rooftops had elongated shining dark green rootways. Boundless grains of a diverse Frutonis emerged through a reddish-brown tree's trunk.
"Welcome my gnomes, to this auspicious region 'The Quateroams'. Here we embrace learning and ignite recognition of new supplied and furnished soil rootwares with or synced features in this holy evolved nature.
'From Optimister and Prayer gaps, you are powered enough to initialize with evolution. This goes with shape-shifting, rapid activity, and root arousal tracker.'
His talks gave him futuristic unusual chills, Duke thought. The enormous walls made a big inner cylindrical stash which had a big inscription label 'PRAGMETAsh' looked like a software's label. The Dypuss extractor helped Duke uncomfortably inside the invisible 1st floor. The dull floor brightened and cleared some wet mists. Two metal rings were fidgeting with frozen metal twigs that jumped oppositely. A big blue sign showing 'Welcome' in Consolas western script glowed on Duke's face.