A contest with a pot of 5 STEEM + 5 
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shares? You're in the right place!175 shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 43 STEEM, through the contest in 36 weeks!
shares awarded till now, plus 22.558 SBD and 43 STEEM, through the contest in 36 weeks!What do we have here? But, of course, today's yellow finned prize categories caught fresh for your discerning palates!
1st place: n. 5 STEEM
2nd place: n. 2 steembasicincome shares
popular vote: n. 2 steembasicincome share (remember to vote your favorite!)
Best comment to the stories: n. 1 steembasicincome share
here, your lucid-dreams smuggler. Today I want to share with you one of those amino acids floating in my mind, looking for a random event to make them evolve in the DNA helix of a proper novel. Once again, this is still part of my "Nineteenth Tower" storyline. Yes, thet one with the Moloch, Ethan, the black sand desert and so on.. It could probably be one of the final scene. Once again, the prompt is at the service of the participants, with the pure aim to inspire them. Let the gates of the Realms open wide and the spell sparkle once again!Map of the Bananafish Realms from a priviledged squirrelish perspective!
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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.
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