Esper panic: Chapter one.

  Esper-Panic

Or, Mushi Yoroi VS the star tribe cyborgs.

The setting sun is lowering under the horizon. The consumption and reductive darkness swallow all light. The stars just starting to show through. Between the orange and blue that is dissolving into black. It would be night in only a moment, past the darker stage of twilight and into the night.

Moonpie is walking around the room her pale skin is a reflection of the preceding dusk in its shadows. These are the frail hours, the hours that precede sleep. The hours of peaceful rest for those in the grave. The hours where life is rekindled and snuffed out. A candle frail being lit with the BIC lighter in her hands.

She is alive though, in the twilight times. She is alive despite the state of the world. Despite the repetitious death consuming humanity to a night where the stars only returned because we are on the exit ramp.

Johnny Appleseed has his slicked-back bleach-blond hair falling in irregular spikes. Black coveralls, an old Honda motorcycle, and a backpack with a change of clothes. He parks his bike and like a black slab of electrical tape on the horizon. walks towards the apartment.

The door is open and he is standing between its frames. He says nothing and walks into the candlelight. His eyes sparkle like a diamond core. His place is with her, "where you go I will follow" he once told her. This was months ago, now she was pregnant. Alive with a new life inside her. unsure of the future. Unsure of the past.

"What are you thinking about?" Said Moonpie.

There was a shared absence. Of two people wishing themself somewhere other. Its own kind of repetition. A silence that swallowed what life there was to share. No one would mourn its passing.

"How long can we keep this up?" Said Johnny Appleseed.

"Keep what up?" Said Moonpie.

"Life I guess..." Said Johnny Appleseed.

It was dark now but for the candle whispering light in its dance like a snake. And the darkness well I guess that would be the snake charmer.

Moonpie is several months pregnant. Johnny he was trying to take care of her. He wasn't sure if he was the father and did not rightly care. She was twelve weeks and just starting to show a bump on her belly.

The world had ended. Frail as a flower in autumn. Frail is the need to carry on. Then the credits start to roll: descending the screen with more finality than the throwaway kitsch that Mushi Yoroi VS the star tribe cyborgs was supposed to mean.

Aadiv was sitting in the darkness. His mind is anxious, he feels excited and scared. his favorite show was just going off... but tomorrow they would make his clone and his genetically modified twin would walk with him through the fire of his right of passage. Tomorrow he would be psychically linked with another, but still, it would be him. Tomorrow his biomechanical shadow would become all he could rely on. This is change.

"This is the future of my life" the thought is distant but exciting.