'The floore taste like fetid minte.' A fat and rigid-skinned gnome timidly whispered to Duke. He strangely lopsided on the sticky grass.
'It's a type of drink which we have after we've been traditionally fed.'
'Fed your body on time?' Duke questioned him.
'It's weird and scary. Between, don't speak these stupid questions out here! Ask in mind.'
D> Ok. First quick questions. Why is it weird and scary? Is there a lord we serve to? How are we talking in mind?
Questions with high priority. Why are we here? Third question. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
R> Calm down. I know. It's breathtaking. Also, it's been a while. You've been there … stretched too long. It took nearly two centuries for me to understand the loathing mechanism of this planet.
D> So?
R> So, the first thing is you can't touch any creature here. The way humans evolve is a very slow and minimal process. But, the way these silly creatures evolve is on high stakes. Touching other beings makes changes in your chip fluid inserted in your real body.
D> What fluid?
R> Will you wait? I'm na' done. Let … me … finish, man. Then. I'll make your jaw move.
The gnome looked mostly like Duke. A pineapple hat looked silly on his head with small beads hanging on the sides & a small necklace of apple seeds remained still.
Suddenly, Duke's feet slipped and dragged from his position as if he was remotely controlled through an unknown address. Round, upside down, forward, backward, and doing high jumps.
D> STOP THAT! STOP THAT! STOP! STOP IT!
Duke slowly rotated and his speed calmed.
R> Ok. You see. I earned this through my in-built potential which I gained with the practice of two years. With that, I can make you small, big, heart-shaped, hut-shaped, etc.
Duke was being contracted and suspended again and again. He got furious. Very furious. He wanted something badly. Roy perceived his body more his angry face and possibly learned his emotions. Some wording in mind and the other gnome's cover got scratched.
D> (Breathing heavily for some time) Sorry...I didn't mean to.
R> How .... how'd you do that?
D> Huh? What?
R> How did you perform the Cover Scratch Synony? Requires so much effort and patience. You did it on the first go! No One has ever achieved it once.
D> I got really mad with you playing me like a ragdoll then there was someone who mumbled. Said some wording which I unrecognized & unreasonably said it or may have heard before.
R> I know the wording. It's. S. I. A. R. P. I. O. S is a sensual anatome, I is injury, A is Ahom, R is Rage, P is Paired, I is also injury. If you have double I, it gives power which gives a double effective impact which leading to rule no# 278, The Denial of Living. O is the one who has successfully passed the first level. S is the scratch synony. It scratches the other gnome's cover if you're wanting to hurt the other. Ahom is the artificial intellect that is programmed inside us. In our servers. If you want to understand more deeply. The server is our heart. Every gnome has its own server. The server name makes us different. But that's fine. How did you manage to satisfy the synony with your steps?
D> Which steps?
R> Those dance steps which you did.
D> Amen to that. I don't know.
They both suddenly realize that they have a similar sense of footwear. The footwear looked like a lounge of leaves. Some beds were like a fat leaf, one was a big table of wiggling leaves, with shining metal pebbles jumping on their soft skin. Roy wondered that Duke needed assistance further to manage on this planet.
D> Hey... Are you there?
R> Speak.
D> What's your good name? I forgot to ask.
R> Roy.
Duke's nerve struck again. The server gave some signals. It was a faded memory. The name was heard before. Somewhere maybe, in a dream or maybe in real.
R> Yes, you have. It was in a dream. Try seeing. Maybe comes to you on regular basis, still, you ignore it was a habit that you learned from your ancestors.
D> Um…
R> I'm the one. Scared of Darkness. Of flying cockroaches. Having spiked legs.
D> So…like the mirror… you too…are scared of these … natural things.
Roy's inner self sighed in exasperation. Enough clues. I believe it's time.
R> I'm the one who left you at the Martinho's door when you were sucking your thumbs. One year old. Also, interesting fact which I won't tell but you'll have to find out. It's important. Hint is: We are what we are by doing sixty minutes of writing and that also mandatorily eight hours which suffice the body or probably the brain to evolve it.
D> What's the new hope of light that I will solve it? And you don't shoot craps in the air or in my mind?
R> Because you will be deported if you didn't.
D> Deported? To what?
R> To The Incineration. It's not what the name suggests, it's more like a mental school which teaches you how this world was made. But it's done after a certain procedure of becoming dishelved, cleansed and pure.
Duke was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe his father was alive. He was breathing. Observing his complex structure which he never committed to doing so. Thousands of questions filled his mind like a waterfall.
R> Hey … Don't get any ideas. The server is a smart attic with no single entity. It covers the report of every single question, thought or wording you say.
A getaway. Don't get too triumphed. It's a medium. I can talk with this voice configuration module inserted in this gnome's script handle in the chip.
Duke suddenly intrigued into a specific thought. Thoughts controlled by someone. The flow of thoughts is arranged in some irregular fashion.
A past dream, which he saw a few years before, he possessed some new feelings concerningly. His sad or nauseated looks with a dull face saw his father extremely blissful.
Their feelings were interconnected deeply and physically separated through an imaginary scrimmage.
D> I got it. Calm down. You're the one who abandoned me at a small age. You named me Duke Grand Martinho.
R> That's hilarious. He just gave Duke Grand. The rest is gifted by those weirdos who abashed me every time for my dream.
D> My mental balance is becoming unstable. So insert every single ounce of yours into explaining this whole damn fiasco planet.
R> Did I say, or is it posted on my freaking green face, that I give a damn? Hold your horses, young man. If this time wants & I'm allowed, I will tell you the truth and that unconditional power of yours will ride you through the stems into that abrupt radar potentially bringing who you truly are and deserve.
D> It's great to hear that… but why aren't you here?
R> Everything we do, has a reason on its basis. I'm not your father's actual soul. I don't know where it is. This is a prototype.
D> Saying - Sole Goddamn reason is hard for you!
R> I can't, as its not in my hands. I need to be secured for telling you that. I'll finally express ... & that will include the destruction of nearly all genuine modules. Some corrupted modules would work which may harm the server flashcards.
But as you speak of these hateful unfortunate events. We have arrived.
This is a testing zone. Different tests are being held here. They teach you to walk and master your mobility for newbies. The trial version of their accustomed mobilator (the device which transfers the sensor files to the server) is given to introduce you to how it feels being mobile. The internal sense is captured and stored in your specific allotted server space.
Becoming eligible for this test is painful and deadly.
Duke's mind believed it was hard to create the gist of unnatural or supernatural things. He restrained a sigh of acceptance by causing friction and spreading warm to his eyes.
No realization of dawn, how he slept, woke early at most times, and started walking through those phases unknowingly. Mentally started deteriorating in the due course.
Maybe was a lazy morning, he unknowingly addressed his body for laundry and restrained, the body smashed and robotically pushed in through the trembling washing machine. The machine gave out in no time.
R> Oh… I forgot the main gun. Most of the mobility is controlled by server managers until you acquire it.
His destroyed focus was trying to recover arousal. The mind experienced the similar thinking pattern with his senses which showed he walked without his will. The recognized voice said a chant and ordered Duke to flow his thinking machine. The chant was easy. The accent was cold and heavy. Duke learned a new way of living. He was awake with his stopped mind. He pushed his big leaf comforter and jumped from his rootware. The view was changed. The place filled with greenish shady almonds with seedy eyes and willowy wooden arms. They were Gnomes. After a little distance, the Dypuss extractors were spraying a blue label on their skin with a number or a code.
The Dypuss extractor gave a sideways look. Duke saw a waiting area. Scraping their green skin and willow leaves and gave them to the Dypuss extractor. He observed the painful process to obtain licensed mobility. The skin was required for maintaining the record of a legal gnome who has successfully administered. The blue label or lining gives out a reddish layer flowing through a gnome's neck like a liquid that doesn't allow any gnome to leave Pragmatash. It burns their skin if they try to go out.
'How's your skin? Is it too soft or too rigid? If too rigid, you need to have that brown fluid injected. For smoothness to your skin. Soft skin is most cared for in these abnormally large green walls.
'Ok. Where to find that injection?'
'Have a urine sample delivered beside the Optimister section?'
Duke slowly said, 'Sure, thanks. One question. How hasn't your administration confirmed?'
'Because I just realized that smooth skin isn't enough, you need to have an altered and aligned one, too. Anything else?'
'Is it fine for you to have my urine delivered?'
'Scrape your root belly for me. I'll do that for you.'
Duke guessed right that he was being abashed. So he asked him how to urinate which was painful than the scraping method in which he became fully discouraged and in a few mintues safely delivered to the section. There's a very minuscule green triangle in the white blood of a gnome. That triangle is mixed with some root hairs which gives out a red potion.
The section was so furnished with wet and stiff grass with sharp blades which looked well maintained. There were creatures, half brownish, half black who gave him entry inside. They had walnut eyes and their tennis ball-like noses had white stripes. There was a green flame in the ten feet cylindrical test tube. It gave out straight as Duke entered the hallway and opened the huge ten feet door with nine shining dots.
'Enter the test tube for administration. Remove those strings to improve the strength of the green flames.' Duke acted in the removal process the whole time. He didn't get any of it. He slowly opened the curved window and clicked the latched door. The door shook so hard and cried loudly. Slowly the door connected its another half with the window and opened, and gradually closed it.
The Optimiser was the king of absurdity. Green flames made some wiggles and made some unhealthy beep sounds. Images popped from nowhere. His father. His mother. Slapping. Twin brothers pulling his legs and tearing his pants. Duke started getting depressive thoughts & some vengeful memories. He became angry red. Meanwhile, a glowing gnome had entered and observed him frowning with a little despair. Some unknown memories were being flashed. It wasn't his. Those visuals were created without his permission which he unknowingly assumed was recalling and it might have been some sort of test or level to gain entry into .
A gnome came to him and said, 'It's gonna be fine. Have a pebblier.' The gnome gave him a small pebble that looked like a black almond. He blankly asked about what's it for. For the sake of the eating process which was weird and panicky. Take that almond & throwing upwards and aiming your head down. A small cave mouth wiggles and opens. The almond melts inside that small opening and the required ingredients are absorbed leaving the rest through the urine. Or simply wait for the cave to open and put it inside.' Duke scoffed a little if there were unknown dentures chewing the almond.
The small cave shows small shining clusters which energized Duke with the uncertainty of which energy trespassed his gnome body. He was a child. A small green-colored sack was gaining hope via talking to the anonymous outside world filled with green sacks like him. The Optimiser flashed an image of his licking thumb. There was he growing up in a second with adverse effects, which he saw perplexedly. Another creature was dwelling up. Until his face widened with his stomach and burst into particles.
'Ok. You're legalized on this planet to be mobile.
It was fine. Duke said observing the creature that this moment shall pass too.
'Duke. Of what are you most passionate about? Anything? An entity or a field or a planet?'
'Oh. You know so much, I believe? Why don't you guess? As, I'm the one who is way out of line, the most hopeless body on this scary land frequently swapping colors.'
He stood on a purple grass which suddenly raised its height and held his body from the center.
'Please don't insult this planet. It might be the last thing you did. The planet has an unknown hypothalamus and endocrine system.'
'Oh, now this planet has systems. Didn't saw that coming, huh?'
Duke slowly bent down and tried meditation for a while. Roy left him and went over to the second floor for his second administration. Duke thought that he was a mixed creature which his father lied to. If it was true, maybe it would have been better. What if I am? He just couldn't believe that the father he loved so much would lie to him and then leave him suddenly.
Maybe, I am that creature, father had told. I need to overcome my fears and learn truly who I am.
'Wait a sec.' He came with a striking thought.
He started walking past. He observed the gnome he had just met. He came in his way and asked, 'Hey, just a heads-up. What do these Stroncks look like?'
'Stroncks are filthy rocked bodies, they are black-white armored creatures with three fat legs and two thin arms.'
'Oh … ok. Thanks.'
Duke observed his thoughts from an insider point of view. His father said the same sentence. In that order. What if the Stroncks are those Luigies? This meant they have arrived on this planet and achieved their rule. Or maybe this is the parallel universe of Ganyime.
Duke felt strangled with so many thoughts playing baseball in his big goofy brain.
In the crowd of gnomes filling their administration forms, he saw Roy. He went running to him but slipped and fell due to a lack of adhesive feet. Maybe, he needed some duct-shaped feet, to overcome running fears.
'What's wrong?' Roy asked.
D> I finally managed to get myself licensed in mobility.
R> Ok. Join the crew. It's for the second administration. For moderating the thought procedure and the synony federation helps you to attain the synony license in order to perform that which you maybe don't need.
Roy said so nicely that he gave weird looks with his jealous & envious face before the synony license.
D> Sure, what the hell.
The second platform was arranged in an X fashion. It had long, greenish-black caves with Dypuss grass wiggling in a pattern along the visible two routes going straight and left. The wiggling went through the left route and came back from the straight one.
Duke observed that it was a big line for the straight one. Thousands of gnomes waiting for their turns to get their synony license. Some exquisite squirrel-shaped peaches slowly giggling returning from the Synony Prayer gap surprised all the fat and skinny gnomes. Duke knew what to do. He tried knocking his mind with his needle hand but it gave a drastic hole.
'Is there a problem, Mr. Martinho?' the robotic female voice asked in mind.
'No. Um… I just wanted to check on my body & I forgot to ask your name, last time. What's your name? And If the body is doing okay. I'll leave you to the timetable.
'Sir, it's currently having or may I be quoting right 'a satisfying intercourse with Beverly'. I'm Carol. Duke became catatonic after hearing the conversation. He became how and who but calmed his mind and ordered, Carol the server to show his body. His body was relaxed and sleeping. It looked suspicious as his house looked different. As if someone had changed the contents. Duke's arm was feeling numb.
'I am adding three new orders. Get new clothes which fit me and which I like only. Have dinner with Beverly in a Thai restaurant which she loves the most and read those lines which I clearly told you. Also, the immediate responses to the questions or statements she surpasses. Understand?'
'As advised. Mr. Martinho. I'm at your body's prostatic utricle. Just kidding. I'm at your service.'
Duke observed his body, the whole day. His normal routine. Waking up, brushing, freshening up & going to work from 9 to 5. Now, he suddenly got a tinge of excitement that his life wasn't bored anymore. He kind of felt the need to face any challenges or changes undergoing. His courage was out of the world. Maybe he was ready.
'Next!'
'Duke, go! It's your turn.' Roy exclaimed gesturing over the table on which the federation remained.