Below is my entry for the Finish the Story Contest - Week #37 hosted by @Bananafish. There's the chance to write any ending that you can imagine (creativity and a good telling beats out technical ability) and win some sweet prizes. The community is easy going, supportive and waiting for fresh victims welcomes everyone to join in the fun!
Lucid Dream
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There it was. An immense sphere, soaked in the amniotic liquid of the lucid dream. An embryo of edges, curves, dimensions, and impossible geometries. Static and fluid at the same time, iridescent, elusive and hypnotic in its eternal becoming.
There it was. After the struggle and the debris. There it was. Yoh's conscience.
Strung like pearls, millennia had relegated it to a mere legend, while Yoh raged freely on Earth. The existence of the conscience on a deep and subtle plane had been denied by the Master Demiurges, who originally created the source code. Their self-fulfilling prophecy had become inexorable, relegating Yoh's conscience first to the status of children's fable and then to nothingness. It had slept for a long, long time.
There, on board of the DDG-31/DD-936 Decatur, drifting in the outer space, Ethan had plenty of time for being instructed by the orbital station's A.I. about the possible effects on him of Yoh's conscience sudden epiphany.
It was not a God but it got close. This implied that the disintegration of the self, on all the planes of existence, was a more than spontaneous and probable event, as someone reached its proximity.
A sound of laborious ants interrupted Ethan’s astonished musings. The meta-viewer force fields were working around him incessantly, raising the programmed shields.
The mere sight of its unstable geometries would have been fatal for him. The neural system of his exoskeleton was crackling and working hard, at the edge of its computing power, to prevent the involuntary assimilation. Now he found himself immersed in a bath of waves that could have slipped him into oblivion instantly if he had not activated all the exoskeleton’s guard levels.
He felt like an infinitesimal dipteran, imprisoned in a dense amber atmosphere.
The Conscience's voices suddenly whipped Ethan's synapses like a thousand organ pipes in unison. He fell to his knees, eyes wide open and incredulous: no A.I. could ever have prepared him for this.
"I am. I happen. By dreaming, I have sung the creation of infinite worlds. Are you a Master?"
Ethan recorded the strange question, slowly taking courage. Standing up on his trembling legs, he pulled off his helmet and shouted:
"Conscience of Yoh, I am not a Master. I am the last of your creations, forgotten in your long sleep".
A deafening, golden silence.
As the most intimate essence of each cell began to evaporate through his cybernetic shell, Ethan frantically sought one last thought.
Those solitary meditations through the years aboard the ship had been for naught. Panic wasn’t conducive to focus. Millions of precious memories drained from the sieve of his mind and fell into the vast ocean of Yoh.
Lace curtains fluttering above a bed…
Blurs of colors around him as the sled careened down a hill..
Ethan struggled to cup the drops. Desperate to stop them from diffusing away in those fractal waters of infinity. Terror strengthened his grip but still they flowed.
An ancient etching in the wall of the crumbled black tower…Warm breath on his neck while she leaned over to show him the use of the auxiliary thrusters…
No longer remembering why, the nameless wrapped itself around the final drop. Condensing its energy to preserve the remaining moment.
Unfathomable pressure sent it plummeting into Yoh’s depths. The negligible weight of the tiny drop impacted without a ripple and sank.
Nameless swayed within the echoing song of silence. Wispy rainbowed streams of ribboned symbols flowed within the void.
From within Nameless a chorus of vibrations rang out, spinning and swirling the wisps. This is where I begin. Where the essences from a Master created me to exist alone.
A single note wavered out a question, “Did you make me?”
Shimmering red ribbons twined with blues. I dreamed of infinite ways to fill the emptiness. The two flared and frayed into countless strands, folding back and splitting off to dance with yellow and green ones.
There was a pause and then, “What am I?”
You are a moment.
“In time?”
I have no power over time. All moments are singular. What you were has passed and new possibilities have been created. This remnant will soon dissipate. I held you for a question.
The ribbons fell away. Instantly, Nameless was watching a breeze flutter through a wind chime. There was laughter, sandwiches on a table and a warm figure sitting on its lap.
You fought to keep this moment from moving on. This was precious to what you were. It is all of you that remains. Why?
Nameless couldn't answer. There was something to this scene. From all of the wonder the powerful being had dreamed into existence, this was the most beautiful. This did not deserve to be lost. This couldn't be forgotten.
With a shuddering tremble he begged, "Please save it."
Why?
Nameless felt hot, a surge of heat flooded through as it yelled, "I don't know! This ....can't be for nothing!!"
The words were still ringing as everything went dark.
The morning sun's rays crested the hills above a valley on Legia Six. A soft breeze fluttered the petals of flowers made of sandwiches, sending up a faint scent of mustard. From a hollow, two rabbits came out to nibble.
Yeah, I lost the plot with this one. I swear, I only drank a little while writing this. :^)