Dec 04, 2010 19:28
[ The Hitomi displays nothing but greenery for a moment, before a hand - a blue hand with a couple too many fingers - descends over the screen. For a moment, there is nothing visible, and then something like a voice comes out of the Hitomi’s speakers. “Something like” because it isn’t really a “voice,” per se; more like the sense that words with no actual sound are being broadcast directly into the listener’s mind without going through the medium of his or her ears. ]
< This device is definitely not of human origin. >
[ The thought-voice sounds somewhat puzzled. The video shifts slightly, but remains indistinct. Whoever it is (and the voice “sounds” distinctly male) has not yet let go. ]
< The vegetation here is different from Earth’s, as well. Although it seems to be of a similar variety, there are differences. Fewer nitrates, cleaner water content. Purer, somehow. I do not believe I am on Earth any longer, but I do not remember leaving or being taken. >
[ Then a feeling like pure surprise radiates from the Hitomi, similar to the thought-speech but without the complication of language. ]
< Ah! - This device is broadcasting me? >
[ Both video and audio cut off for a moment. Then audio returns, and the thought-voice speaks with much greater deliberation. ]
< Is there anyone communicating via this network? If so, please answer. I would like to know how I came to be here. >
elfangor,
~loren,
~marco,
~axmili-esgarrouth-isthill,
matt