Under a Starless Sky

Chapter 85

The ziggurat wasn’t more impressive in person. If pushed, Shen would have said it seem more

mundane than his other experiences of it. He found flaws in the stone, and likely would have removed

some of the vines that had taken over. There was stone interlaced with gold bricks, quartz size bricks of

various colors, and silver bricks; there was evidence that some of the gold bricks had been pulled from

the pattern and replaced with shaped river stones- it stood out like spinach on teeth. They landed

against the terrace and boats were tied. It took six boats in all to bring party and gifts to Sinter. There

was a party awaiting. Lanore greeted the Rainbow Guardians in a ritualistic way. Jerica and Imly were

impressed with everything. She was confused that Shen wasn’t.

“I have been before,” Shen said.

“No you haven’t,” Lanore said.

“Malkovich,” Shen reminded her.

Lanore paled. She rushed him to sleep him. Jerica and Imly went to block but Imly was blocked by Tell

and Neva, and Jerica blocked by TL. Éliane, Talatu, and Boa intervened. Lanore stopped just shy of

touching him.

“L’Ma,” Éliane said, standing full in front of her, her hand on her shoulder. “He is charged. Your role in

this is to bring him before Sinter.”

“And I will- broken and bruised,” Lanore said.

“You no longer hold this authority,” Éliane said. “You surrendered that when you anathematized him

and sent him wandering.”

“Now we must clean up your slack,” Boa said. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Lanore slapped her forehead and sent her to sleep. No one caught her. She hit the gold, brick floor.

“So, now what, mother?” Tama asked. “Do we wait for her to wake, carry her, or proceed without her?”

“You will address me as L’Ma, or I will sleep you, too,” Lanore said.

“There is no need to be adversarial,” Tama said. “You’ve already won. There is only one way for this to

end. Nothing I, or anyone else, syas will change what’s about to happen.”

Lanore pointed at Shen, unable to get close enough to slap him. “This is your fault! You have brought

us to this, destroyed our family. I wish you had never been born. I should have drowned you like a rat

when I had the chance.”

Shen was not numb, he was hurting, but he contained it; he imagined he looked immune. His response

was connected to a past event, very similar in play. He heard echos inside himself screaming, ‘what the

hell did I ever do to you to warrant this level of hatred.’ He heard a myriad of potential scripted

responses, trying to find one suitable to bring out. This path led to increase drama and histrionics- so

he surrendered to silence. There was a modality for deescalating emotionally driven scenarios known

as SAMA- Satori Alternatives to Managing Aggression; he had never seen it fail, except, he had never

used it while also being emotionally charged. He had never used it on himself. He had yet to find his

center, but he asked, spoke gently:

“I see you pointing at me, the energy coming at me. You’re angry with me.”

“Yes I am angry! The world is going to end because of you!” Lanore said.

A part of him wanted to argue semantics, end or change… He kept to the protocol. “You’re angry

because I am the white god of death, harbinger of the end,” Shen said. “I bring change.”

“Yes!” Lanore said.

“That makes sense then, that you’re bringing me to trial,” Shen said. “The thing that confuses me,

mother, is that your anger persists even though you’re doing the correct action.”

Lanore shed tears. “You’re an idiot. I didn’t want this. I wanted you to go live a quiet life, to fit in

somewhere, and just be content. Why can’t you just be? Why can’t you just accept things?”

“You’re sad because you wanted me in your world and I failed to adapt,” Shen said.

“Yes,” Lanore said.

Shen nodded. “All this trouble from just trying to understand where one’s world starts, where’s one’s

world ends, and where we share worlds.”

“Stop it,” Lanore said. “You’re not allowed to be reasonable now. At the end of days.”

“I always thought I was reasonable,” Shen said.

“Can we just all go home now?” Jerica asked.

“No,” Tama said. “This is now bigger than us. We have to complete the journey.”

“No, we just return home,” Jerica said.

Lanore turned to the Guardians. “Grant us passage to Sinter. We’re expected.”

The Guards opened the gate. Looking into the gate was like looking into a mirror, the illusion of infinity.

It was part illusion, part real. Where it differed was one could enter it. An attendant passed in, and

occupied a key stone place that held the next gate opened. The next attendant passed through two

gates, and held the next position. Each gate lit up with each attendant taking their position. Shen could

only wonder where a person might end up if the guards didn’t hold their position. Seven guardian,

seven colors, seven gates were opened. The party was instructed to pass through. They left Boa

sleeping.

When Shen’s turn to pass through came, he hesitated. TL took his hand, depositing a ring into his

hand, and said: “It’s okay. I am always with you.”

“No,” Shen said.

‘You came into the world with me and not, and you will leave with me and not. I will catch you on the

other side. Be courageous,’ TL said, again, privately, only in his ears.

“You’re not scared of this, are you?” Éliane asked.

“Loxy can’t pass,” Shen said.

“And that’s why you shouldn’t make their kind your friends,” Talatu said.

“Their kind?” Shen asked.

“The machine slaves,” Talatu said.

Shen looked into TL’s eyes. “There is no ‘their kind’ or ‘our kind,’ Talatu. There is only soul, the only

difference is hardware.”

“Machines can’t have souls,” Talatu said. “Only organics have souls.”

“The body is a machine, and the brain is just a computer that’s been programmed. The soul is that

which operates the vehicle,” Shen said.

“I need you to pass through the gate,” the Red Guardian said.

Talatu gave a shove. TL kissed him as he passed through her, through the gate and she vanished.

Once through the first gate, he found himself in an opening, on a dais. The Tri Mountains of Sinter were

closer. Orange Guardian held the key stone position. Orange-G was looking at him. He felt alone and

naked. Talatu came from nowhere and pushed Shen onwards. He passed through the next gate

without capturing more details of the surrounding. Each gate brought the mountains closer. Each space

offered a little different terrain. The Green Gate was in the heart of a city. It could have been a modern

day Earth city; it mostly resembled the organization of a crazy rich nation. It was probably well planned

and organized, and if the architects of Dorothy’s ‘Emerald City’ met the architects of Dubai, you’d have

an inkling. It also provoked the idea of the city in Logan’s Run. Shen saw crowds of people going

towards a stadium. And then he was shoved through the next gate. They arrived at a place where the

blue of the sky was so intense it felt surreal. He held his hand up for contrast and wondered if he was

before a blue screen. The Earth looked equally surreal, with the greenest greens, and the reddest reds.

They were in a field of deep greens and the prominent fruit was strawberries. Pink and yellow

butterflies settled, took flight, and resettled. Honey bees were present. There was a hum in the air- a

scary amount of bees. They were in the center of the depression, and so the strawberry fields rose and

he imagined them going on…

‘Strawberry fields forever,’ Loxy said in his head. The Beatles song echoed in his head and he sang

with her: ‘Nothing is real. And nothing to get hung about.’

Her voice was solid and real. He squeezed the ring he was holding. Suddenly that song had all the

more meaning in the world. Could the Beatles really have been singing a map to his future worlds?

‘Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see, it's getting hard to be someone…’ He

was happy and sad, simultaneously. ‘No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low, that is

you can't, you know, tune in, but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad…’

‘Let me take you down, cause I am going to, Strawberry Fields…’ TL sang. Shen sang the chorus with

her, out loud.