Bad Touch Yakushi
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((Please read & comment feedback! The story continues, a fight breaks out between the Matron & Kana as we're introduced to our fierce heroine & the hellscape environment around her.))
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[Mankind tests its power & bastardises everything it touches through a generational tale up Mt. Fallacy, an AI mountain playing God.]
PROLOGUE - Making History
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CHAPTER #1 - Who Ended the World? [REVISED]
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CHAPTER #2 - Howls Fill The Hellscape
Blinding light filled her eyes as Kana left the cave. The valley ahead of her opened up, a rather unimpressive encampment sat at the bottom of a steep, sloping range of valley. She looked down on it all, the usual view from the valley face. Civilisation (if you could call it that) found itself in and amongst the walls of the lands. In the sides of the thin slopes and valleys, inhabiting its caves and flatland and in the pit of the rocky range laid the human camp, shrouded by a blanket of freezing harsh white. Nothing dared flock or live here, except only the most impudent or desperate, everybody else had found themselves decomposed deep under the snow long ago.
The settlement whilst small, was proven by settlers to be the most hospitable location in known range. Covered by the tall faces either side, met with an impossibly far frozen ocean. Food was tough but not impossible to yield and only the toughest remained. The toughest consisting of three large family trees, as well as any stragglers who could carry their weight.
Kana walked up the slope away from the cave, continuing to look over the edge of the thin walkway. Tiny huts and tents, the small dying campfire of her people below were puny in comparison to the landscape around, we looked tiny- nested safely between tall grey peaks of imposing rock. This was safety in the slightest sense of the word, cramped and desperate- the view from up here showed just how hard humankind clung to life, clung to the mountain. Kana took a deep breath, exhaling all the stress and anger she’d been saving up.
The icy tingle on her throat instantly made her choke. Whilst she was tough and could handle it, she hated this damn mountain, perhaps more than anybody. She hated it’s erratic, harsh weather patterns, the unrelenting angry cold and the idiots who inhabited it. She knew no different from birth but an angry fire inside her heart warmed her, somehow letting her know there was more than this, nobody deserved to live in this.
She looked up above, instantly reminded of her place in the mountain as icecaps and jagged stone points dwarfed them all. The mountains went so impossibly high that the perspective of an ant could only perceive a small part of it. She hated looking at the sheer size of her habitat and yet she forcibly reminded herself of it every day, call it a coping mechanism. That sensation of her feet shaking, trying to find safe footing as she felt completely eclipsed and small. This activity had become somewhat of a morning routine for her, forcing herself- seeing just how long she could brace the elements and shake the feeling of dread as the vertigo would set in.
Today was particularly gruesome, whether it was the altitude she was at or the anger from just moments ago, the sickness quickly set in as her legs fell limp and her hands claw away at the ice. She often mistook the sickness from the vertigo for physical weaknesses whichever anxiety was playing on her mind today. It all made her body want to scream. So she did. Kana let out a blood-lusting, sad howl to the sky- getting all of her weakness and anger out into the land. This wasn’t a particularly uncommon either. A very slight wolf cry replied from across the range- far in the distance.
Enough of the sensitivity. A stern, satisfied look donned her face, after her daily check of isolation she was hardened enough for the next 23 hours, to business. She mimicked another howl, this time a lure- two, no three responses. She looked over the valley to the source of the noise, pinning its location to the neighbouring valley behind the back of the camp- the wolves were making new ground. Kana left her anxieties up the top of the cave and set off full speed down the descending valley, today was the day they take the wolf camp.
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[Mankind tests its power & bastardises everything it touches through a generational tale up Mt. Fallacy, an AI mountain playing God.]
PROLOGUE - Making History
“I want to touch it.” Said the naïve child.
The boy’s curious eyes were transfixed on the colossal giant, towering above all of civilisation. The epoch of sophisticated culture had gathered in the Aether Pantheon on this day to make history. Feats of brilliance and technological understanding had led to discoveries beyond mortal comprehension, for mankind had transcended every material goal in their path- on the road to becoming so much more than mere mortals. Having conquered the surface, the seas, the skies and the constellations- only one wall remained- omniscience.
“Behave boy, the mighty Pari Passu is no toy. Now quiet! The Venture is about to speak.” Said the boy’s frustrated mother, pulling on his arm.
Across all of the worlds, the mighty iron Titan had brought all of humanity together today on Earth, their planet of foundation- to do just as it had been designed to do- lead humanity to Godhood. In entered the elite as four figures emerged from beneath the ground, commanding an instant atmosphere of presence. A hooded middle-aged man in the highest of garb tailed by two associates guarding the floating figure behind. A small, impossibly elderly man who’s every slightest action felt like it carried the weight of the universe. The assembled reaches of mankind watched the Venture in awe. He was of the most influential and intelligent beings the universe had to offer- second only now to the metallic Pari Passu, he looked up to it in scorn.
The ancient man and his loyal Hoodsman levitated to the center podium in graceful decorum as all mouths fell silent. The Venture as grand as he was, was hardly known for his speeches- so much so that this may have been his first words this turn of the century. As mankind’s anticipation reached its peak, Earth’s wisest lips curled open into a smile.
“Humankind…” he uttered. The world watched in awe and adoration. Trembling at the thought of what words may follow and what monumental weight they would carry. “…Everything man has done is yours. The common man to the greatest inventor, the pioneers to the explorers to the labourer to the…common man, this is your achievement.” He slowly managed. The hooded man unveiled, revealing a middle-aged face. This was the head of the Transcendence Scientific Unit, the man representing the many little men who created the work that stood before them.
“Thank you Venture, for it was not just technology that led us here but all of us, our way of life that founded our next, our final vehicle. Of course unlike before this vehicle will not be transportation in any lateral sense but instead to allow us to comprehend our imperfections and finally take us to another plane of existence! Cheers filled the stadium, as people of all ages and backgrounds embraced the idea of the bigger picture…and how convenient that would be for them. Children and adults alike were all too welcome to accept Godhood.
“Now! Parri Passu! Grant us the final progress! Knock down the final wall!” chanted the Hoodsman, arms stretched out as if heralding a God. The Parri Passu some would argue was akin to such a thing, a marvel of abstract thinking & mechanical engineering at the end of its development. At the beckon of the audience of the human race, the omniscient mech body knelt like a statue. Face like a sculpted statue of old and a gigantic fist laid out on the ground, as if about to bestow a present to a small child. As the crowd roared, cheering the granting of all of their desires, a bright light began to emanate from its hand. The key to absolution, its robotic fingers began to unfold as violently beating hearts finally saw their key in the palm of its hand…..
There was nothing. The palm of its hand laid out on the ground presenting nothing. The longest collective silence in human history dropped.
“What?” finally escaped out of the Hoodsmans mouth. He stood there looking for answers, as his desperation turned to anger. How human of him.
“What!?” Screamed the low-tone elite, followed by the violent expression of denial of “No!” He spoke for the human race. “Impossible! There’s more! We know there’s more to the universe than this, we know because of you, Parri Passu!” He continued, not stopping for breath. His screams echoed the pantheon and resonated with everybody it rattled.
“Have we reached the ceiling? I refuse it, no I know it to not be true- so why do you deny us?!” He continued. “Does our ability not move you? Does our ambition not inspire you? Have you never dreamed of things beyond your grasp?” The titan stared back at him coldly, no expressions to read- but many lost and devastated faces around the capital filling the pantheon with distraught sadness. Finally, cracking his voice and extinguishing the fire in his heart- the man let out one final, roaring statement.
“We will play in infinity!” as he keeled over, slowly falling to his knees and gasping for the air of the entire collective human race. The Venture eyed the mech, silent. Slowly, a humming came from the mech in reply- the fingers writhed as it brought something new into creation. Not an answer or a tool, something other-wordly. A small ball exploded from the palm of its hand, vibrating the blood of everybody in radius of witness, the waves of power died down as it motionlessly presented its gift. The Venture, suddenly shocked to the core eyed it- unsure of what it had produced.
The ball was no bigger than a human head but on upon viewing, went infinitely deep. The stadium stared into the abyss, transfixed by the dark purple static inside the ball, unstable black lines ecstatically jumping around as if somebody had scribbled something out within it- nobody could turn their eyes away. When suddenly, a human hand reached out and made contact with the sphere- an unknown hand unidentified to this date. It grasped the foreign object as it slowly developed its internal reaction. The ball reacted to the unknown touch and imploded, splitting particles and resetting the world to what generations have known it as today. Matter reconstituted itself into a jagged vengeful mountain. The icy hellscape known today as Mt. Fallacy. This hand truly had made history- by bringing the end of the world.
“And what’s the moral of this tale kids?” Asked a native sensei, generations later.
“Don’t play God.” Answered the school of young children.
The boy’s curious eyes were transfixed on the colossal giant, towering above all of civilisation. The epoch of sophisticated culture had gathered in the Aether Pantheon on this day to make history. Feats of brilliance and technological understanding had led to discoveries beyond mortal comprehension, for mankind had transcended every material goal in their path- on the road to becoming so much more than mere mortals. Having conquered the surface, the seas, the skies and the constellations- only one wall remained- omniscience.
“Behave boy, the mighty Pari Passu is no toy. Now quiet! The Venture is about to speak.” Said the boy’s frustrated mother, pulling on his arm.
Across all of the worlds, the mighty iron Titan had brought all of humanity together today on Earth, their planet of foundation- to do just as it had been designed to do- lead humanity to Godhood. In entered the elite as four figures emerged from beneath the ground, commanding an instant atmosphere of presence. A hooded middle-aged man in the highest of garb tailed by two associates guarding the floating figure behind. A small, impossibly elderly man who’s every slightest action felt like it carried the weight of the universe. The assembled reaches of mankind watched the Venture in awe. He was of the most influential and intelligent beings the universe had to offer- second only now to the metallic Pari Passu, he looked up to it in scorn.
The ancient man and his loyal Hoodsman levitated to the center podium in graceful decorum as all mouths fell silent. The Venture as grand as he was, was hardly known for his speeches- so much so that this may have been his first words this turn of the century. As mankind’s anticipation reached its peak, Earth’s wisest lips curled open into a smile.
“Humankind…” he uttered. The world watched in awe and adoration. Trembling at the thought of what words may follow and what monumental weight they would carry. “…Everything man has done is yours. The common man to the greatest inventor, the pioneers to the explorers to the labourer to the…common man, this is your achievement.” He slowly managed. The hooded man unveiled, revealing a middle-aged face. This was the head of the Transcendence Scientific Unit, the man representing the many little men who created the work that stood before them.
“Thank you Venture, for it was not just technology that led us here but all of us, our way of life that founded our next, our final vehicle. Of course unlike before this vehicle will not be transportation in any lateral sense but instead to allow us to comprehend our imperfections and finally take us to another plane of existence! Cheers filled the stadium, as people of all ages and backgrounds embraced the idea of the bigger picture…and how convenient that would be for them. Children and adults alike were all too welcome to accept Godhood.
“Now! Parri Passu! Grant us the final progress! Knock down the final wall!” chanted the Hoodsman, arms stretched out as if heralding a God. The Parri Passu some would argue was akin to such a thing, a marvel of abstract thinking & mechanical engineering at the end of its development. At the beckon of the audience of the human race, the omniscient mech body knelt like a statue. Face like a sculpted statue of old and a gigantic fist laid out on the ground, as if about to bestow a present to a small child. As the crowd roared, cheering the granting of all of their desires, a bright light began to emanate from its hand. The key to absolution, its robotic fingers began to unfold as violently beating hearts finally saw their key in the palm of its hand…..
There was nothing. The palm of its hand laid out on the ground presenting nothing. The longest collective silence in human history dropped.
“What?” finally escaped out of the Hoodsmans mouth. He stood there looking for answers, as his desperation turned to anger. How human of him.
“What!?” Screamed the low-tone elite, followed by the violent expression of denial of “No!” He spoke for the human race. “Impossible! There’s more! We know there’s more to the universe than this, we know because of you, Parri Passu!” He continued, not stopping for breath. His screams echoed the pantheon and resonated with everybody it rattled.
“Have we reached the ceiling? I refuse it, no I know it to not be true- so why do you deny us?!” He continued. “Does our ability not move you? Does our ambition not inspire you? Have you never dreamed of things beyond your grasp?” The titan stared back at him coldly, no expressions to read- but many lost and devastated faces around the capital filling the pantheon with distraught sadness. Finally, cracking his voice and extinguishing the fire in his heart- the man let out one final, roaring statement.
“We will play in infinity!” as he keeled over, slowly falling to his knees and gasping for the air of the entire collective human race. The Venture eyed the mech, silent. Slowly, a humming came from the mech in reply- the fingers writhed as it brought something new into creation. Not an answer or a tool, something other-wordly. A small ball exploded from the palm of its hand, vibrating the blood of everybody in radius of witness, the waves of power died down as it motionlessly presented its gift. The Venture, suddenly shocked to the core eyed it- unsure of what it had produced.
The ball was no bigger than a human head but on upon viewing, went infinitely deep. The stadium stared into the abyss, transfixed by the dark purple static inside the ball, unstable black lines ecstatically jumping around as if somebody had scribbled something out within it- nobody could turn their eyes away. When suddenly, a human hand reached out and made contact with the sphere- an unknown hand unidentified to this date. It grasped the foreign object as it slowly developed its internal reaction. The ball reacted to the unknown touch and imploded, splitting particles and resetting the world to what generations have known it as today. Matter reconstituted itself into a jagged vengeful mountain. The icy hellscape known today as Mt. Fallacy. This hand truly had made history- by bringing the end of the world.
“And what’s the moral of this tale kids?” Asked a native sensei, generations later.
“Don’t play God.” Answered the school of young children.
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CHAPTER #1 - Who Ended the World? [REVISED]
The former God Parri Passu sat in the primitive igloo, perusing this old memory as it vacantly watched over the young school of children listening to their teacher finish the tale. It’s new body much smaller and thrown-together than its previous form- a sad cluster of automaton arms and robotic expressionless screens with a small drive plugged into its worn, rag-tag body. It watched, vacantly. Harah, the clan matron smiled at the front at her bemused model class despite the perilous blizzard outside.
“Good! Listen to your elders and remember that banded together we are…?”
“…Strong!” Chanted the children in unison. They sat around in a circle on the cold ice, warmed by the fire, it burned more intensely as another voice chimed in. “…Fools”. A snide look on her face as she rested against the cavern entrance.
This was Kana, of the Noguhdt clan- daughter of the tribe leader.
“No, I’ve been thinking about this story lately Matron. Your retelling has a moral, that it was one of us who ended the world, right? You tell these children they deserve all this” she gestured to the blizzardy terrain outside. The children’s smiles began to fade, the woman’s hardy presence filled the room and the burning fire nearly extinguished by the gale of icy wind that seemed to follow her. Despite this, Harah continued with her lecture, attempting to regain control of the class.
“I’m not sure which twisted version your Father tells you but the moral, Miss Noguhdt is the story is survive.” Kana winced at the subtle degradation of her Father but let it pass as a young boy boldly raised his head, getting to his feet.
“We learn from our mistakes and do as we’re told...that’s how God forgives us.” He pleaded to the interrupter. “You believe everything you hear kid?” Kana quickly shot him down, she quickly redirected her anger to the source of these words.
“He said mistake. You think having the guts to do something new is a mistake? I don’t think my father would approve of teaching these kids that kind of moral, do you Harah?”
“I don’t answer to the Clan Leader, my allegiance is to the Elder.” Replied the motherly woman trying to keep her cool. Grand Elder was the current name that the barely-operating Parri Passu went by, humans loved their names for things. “What? Gramps? That bricks less helpful than that God of yours.”
“Insolent child!” the older woman bellowed, “I will not have this damned sacrilege in my classroom! Whilst you and your Father potter around in the ice I’m in here actually giving a damn about our future. You’ll end up dead, the both of you.” The Father mention again. Not having that.
“You’re a scared little lady aren’t you Harah, just torn up inside that there’s people stronger, braver than you.” Kana took no pleasure in such displeasantries. The matron and her class stared at her, mouths agape. The daughter of the ClanKō stood up and imparted a final teaching of her own.
“Children, no God did this to us. We did this to the world, and now we have to work with what we got.” Eyes from the small group of children lit up whilst others remained indifferent, confused. Kana turned her fur boots and went to take her leave as Harah sneered behind her. “If a person were responsible, for all this…selfish, stubborn and meddling, sound like Nogudht traits to me.”
Kana’s trail of footsteps in the snow came to a sudden halt, she half-turned. “What are you insinuating Matron?” she whispered coldly.
“That if any single person could do this to the world…I imagine it’d be in your lineage….What do you think? If not our Lord’s tampering, could it be yours my dear?” The venom in the accusation echoed around the cave walls and rung in Kana’s ears. Something had struck a nerve as her blood began to boil.
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The longest silence filled the cave, as Kana fought every instinct in her body to not skin the biddy alive. Another time, not in front of the children. Still with her back to her, she snarled and ran her fingers over her blade as she set off. Accusations and rivalries were short-lived on Mt. Fallacy.
“You wanna be sheep? Be sheep, just don’t get in our way.” As she ventured out into this changed world…hoping that one day other feet would follow. The classroom fell silent as the young children tried to process what had just happened. The decrepit pile of gears in the corner continued to watch eternity.
“Good! Listen to your elders and remember that banded together we are…?”
“…Strong!” Chanted the children in unison. They sat around in a circle on the cold ice, warmed by the fire, it burned more intensely as another voice chimed in. “…Fools”. A snide look on her face as she rested against the cavern entrance.
This was Kana, of the Noguhdt clan- daughter of the tribe leader.
“No, I’ve been thinking about this story lately Matron. Your retelling has a moral, that it was one of us who ended the world, right? You tell these children they deserve all this” she gestured to the blizzardy terrain outside. The children’s smiles began to fade, the woman’s hardy presence filled the room and the burning fire nearly extinguished by the gale of icy wind that seemed to follow her. Despite this, Harah continued with her lecture, attempting to regain control of the class.
“I’m not sure which twisted version your Father tells you but the moral, Miss Noguhdt is the story is survive.” Kana winced at the subtle degradation of her Father but let it pass as a young boy boldly raised his head, getting to his feet.
“We learn from our mistakes and do as we’re told...that’s how God forgives us.” He pleaded to the interrupter. “You believe everything you hear kid?” Kana quickly shot him down, she quickly redirected her anger to the source of these words.
“He said mistake. You think having the guts to do something new is a mistake? I don’t think my father would approve of teaching these kids that kind of moral, do you Harah?”
“I don’t answer to the Clan Leader, my allegiance is to the Elder.” Replied the motherly woman trying to keep her cool. Grand Elder was the current name that the barely-operating Parri Passu went by, humans loved their names for things. “What? Gramps? That bricks less helpful than that God of yours.”
“Insolent child!” the older woman bellowed, “I will not have this damned sacrilege in my classroom! Whilst you and your Father potter around in the ice I’m in here actually giving a damn about our future. You’ll end up dead, the both of you.” The Father mention again. Not having that.
“You’re a scared little lady aren’t you Harah, just torn up inside that there’s people stronger, braver than you.” Kana took no pleasure in such displeasantries. The matron and her class stared at her, mouths agape. The daughter of the ClanKō stood up and imparted a final teaching of her own.
“Children, no God did this to us. We did this to the world, and now we have to work with what we got.” Eyes from the small group of children lit up whilst others remained indifferent, confused. Kana turned her fur boots and went to take her leave as Harah sneered behind her. “If a person were responsible, for all this…selfish, stubborn and meddling, sound like Nogudht traits to me.”
Kana’s trail of footsteps in the snow came to a sudden halt, she half-turned. “What are you insinuating Matron?” she whispered coldly.
“That if any single person could do this to the world…I imagine it’d be in your lineage….What do you think? If not our Lord’s tampering, could it be yours my dear?” The venom in the accusation echoed around the cave walls and rung in Kana’s ears. Something had struck a nerve as her blood began to boil.
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The longest silence filled the cave, as Kana fought every instinct in her body to not skin the biddy alive. Another time, not in front of the children. Still with her back to her, she snarled and ran her fingers over her blade as she set off. Accusations and rivalries were short-lived on Mt. Fallacy.
“You wanna be sheep? Be sheep, just don’t get in our way.” As she ventured out into this changed world…hoping that one day other feet would follow. The classroom fell silent as the young children tried to process what had just happened. The decrepit pile of gears in the corner continued to watch eternity.
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CHAPTER #2 - Howls Fill The Hellscape
Blinding light filled her eyes as Kana left the cave. The valley ahead of her opened up, a rather unimpressive encampment sat at the bottom of a steep, sloping range of valley. She looked down on it all, the usual view from the valley face. Civilisation (if you could call it that) found itself in and amongst the walls of the lands. In the sides of the thin slopes and valleys, inhabiting its caves and flatland and in the pit of the rocky range laid the human camp, shrouded by a blanket of freezing harsh white. Nothing dared flock or live here, except only the most impudent or desperate, everybody else had found themselves decomposed deep under the snow long ago.
The settlement whilst small, was proven by settlers to be the most hospitable location in known range. Covered by the tall faces either side, met with an impossibly far frozen ocean. Food was tough but not impossible to yield and only the toughest remained. The toughest consisting of three large family trees, as well as any stragglers who could carry their weight.
Kana walked up the slope away from the cave, continuing to look over the edge of the thin walkway. Tiny huts and tents, the small dying campfire of her people below were puny in comparison to the landscape around, we looked tiny- nested safely between tall grey peaks of imposing rock. This was safety in the slightest sense of the word, cramped and desperate- the view from up here showed just how hard humankind clung to life, clung to the mountain. Kana took a deep breath, exhaling all the stress and anger she’d been saving up.
The icy tingle on her throat instantly made her choke. Whilst she was tough and could handle it, she hated this damn mountain, perhaps more than anybody. She hated it’s erratic, harsh weather patterns, the unrelenting angry cold and the idiots who inhabited it. She knew no different from birth but an angry fire inside her heart warmed her, somehow letting her know there was more than this, nobody deserved to live in this.
She looked up above, instantly reminded of her place in the mountain as icecaps and jagged stone points dwarfed them all. The mountains went so impossibly high that the perspective of an ant could only perceive a small part of it. She hated looking at the sheer size of her habitat and yet she forcibly reminded herself of it every day, call it a coping mechanism. That sensation of her feet shaking, trying to find safe footing as she felt completely eclipsed and small. This activity had become somewhat of a morning routine for her, forcing herself- seeing just how long she could brace the elements and shake the feeling of dread as the vertigo would set in.
Today was particularly gruesome, whether it was the altitude she was at or the anger from just moments ago, the sickness quickly set in as her legs fell limp and her hands claw away at the ice. She often mistook the sickness from the vertigo for physical weaknesses whichever anxiety was playing on her mind today. It all made her body want to scream. So she did. Kana let out a blood-lusting, sad howl to the sky- getting all of her weakness and anger out into the land. This wasn’t a particularly uncommon either. A very slight wolf cry replied from across the range- far in the distance.
Enough of the sensitivity. A stern, satisfied look donned her face, after her daily check of isolation she was hardened enough for the next 23 hours, to business. She mimicked another howl, this time a lure- two, no three responses. She looked over the valley to the source of the noise, pinning its location to the neighbouring valley behind the back of the camp- the wolves were making new ground. Kana left her anxieties up the top of the cave and set off full speed down the descending valley, today was the day they take the wolf camp.
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