THE WONDROUS 13TH CHAPTER OF THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION
WITH THE INTENSE QUAKE OF A FULL-BLOWN CRISIS TURNING HER hot, Lina got winded.
The insides of her cheeks lit up.
She squashed the blood-soaked pancreas with her fist in rage and hurled it at the floor. She hastily turned around, pushed a button on the wall to part the panels of the door, and raced in anguish through the threshold toward the ship’s cockpit, completely losing her nerve. Blood was rushing to her head with mortification.
Having just obtained a flash of deep insight, Lina started to face the fact that she may very well have fallen victim to a scheme more expansive and elaborate than her own. Reaching the cockpit, the frantic woman disengaged light speed and initiated descent, adjusting the ship’s altitude to take course within the Earth’s thermosphere. She sat frantically on the edge of her seat, smacking herself upside the head in an attempt to jostle herself awake in case she had still been dreaming.
With an eager push of a button, the automated shutters of the ship’s glass dash retracted to reveal a horribly blinding bright white light that instantly soaked the whole ship’s interior with its intense luminosity.
Raising her hands to try and block out the light, she shut her Eyes, tightly, and when she reopened them, found herself on the ship’s floor, bruises suddenly able to be felt throughout her body. How much time had passed since she was last conscious? Her back was to the floor and she gazed up all blurry-Eyed at the ship’s ceiling in total disarray.
Lina slowly realized that she was awakening from having been knocked unconscious, for how long she didn’t know. Befuddled, Lina immediately assumed that heavy turbulence must have shaken the craft viciously through the elements, tossing her fiercely about the cabin, knocking her out.
Slowly gaining awareness that she was now in the midst of the aftermath of an extremely dangerous event, she realized that a great deal of her body was awfully sore. She felt herself up and down, felt grateful that she was at least able to move her lithe limbs around, although they ached deeply.
She wasn’t sure exactly what she had seen out her space-pod before her white-out, but she was starting to remember, piece by piece that it indeed now was the end of the world as she knew it.
At least she thought so.
Magdalena raised her Head Up and took a glimpse into the cockpit from where she lay on the floor, still not attempting to get up, preferring to remain in an ignorant bliss for as long as she could, trying to block out the bluff. The shutters of the crystal glass dash were closed and she felt compelled to see what was on the other side.
But then, taking in a few steady breaths and glaring directly at the closed bay flaps as she lay on the floor, she felt a strange sensation in her ocular cavity as her mighty vision straight pierced through the front-end of the ship and she realized that she already knew what was just beyond the flaps; she could see it.
Slowly shifting her body to come to rest on all fours, she took a deep breath in, and out. And just as she was about to force herself up, she realized she was bleeding profusely from her forehead. Lina was surprised; her forehead was in a great deal of pain, she realized, but it didn’t seem to warrant a yield of quite this much blood for the amount of pain she felt. Quickly becoming very concerned over how serious her cranial wound might be, she hightailed it to the med-kit in the bathroom to see if she could find a way to stop the bleeding.
After dressing her Head wound, she quickly stumbled to the cockpit and earnestly pressed the “open” button to retract the shutters of the premium-grade crystal glass dash.
There before her Eyes was the familiar mucky assortment of indiscernible sludge spread out over the entire expanse of the glass dash that still managed to take her off guard, and she unintentionally leapt backwards, head over heals, back down onto the floor, hitting her head hard.
She could already feel the powers of Solaria draining from her, and she at least hoped the extraordinary child she would bare would be a happy, healthy baby she could love and nurture with pleasure.
”SOLARIA!” the Mother screamed, her fists pounding the forlorn air in retaliation, her back to the floor, enraged as all Hell. “I CAST CURSES UPON YOU, SOLARIA!”
Lina crawled over to the cockpit. From out the corner of One Eye, she could barely make out the disgraceful debris squashed up against the glass dash of her ship, guck daubed all over it, and she shivered. More frustration befell her as the button to shut the shutters somehow stuck fast, preventing the window from being able to close.
”Oh, you have got to be fucking KIDDING ME!” Lina howled at the stubborn mechanics malfunctioning before her Eyes.
She shielded her view from this horrid vision but was unable to shake it from her mind; it seemed steadfastly singed into her sights with a seal of scary scorn.
And it inexplicably beckoned her forth with a tantalizing tease of torture that shook her.
Feeling a powerful pressure that seemed to almost possess her, Mother Magdalena felt persuaded to pursue the impulse that was pulling her in as she popped a quick peak at the repulsion.
What she saw next will never leave her Mind’s Eyes.
She had caught a quick glimpse of an eerily familiar human Head amidst the mess beyond the glass dash, fully detached, and containing three wide-open Eyes that seemed to stare directly at her. She tried again to close the window but it was an attempt in vain that tempted her veins and her body ached all over.
”CLOSE, GOD DAMMIT!” the woman shrieked, but the dash didn’t close.
And from behind closed Eyelids, an extremely lucid vision was finally able to become etched within her optics, melatonin flooding her head in gracious Glory as it fully stimulated her Sahasrara chakra, delivering to her a sacred message that was peculiarly recognizable.
A spherical orb of concentrated oscillating photon fibers materialized above Mother Magdalena’s Head.
She heard a tap on the glass. -MIKE EYE ⊙