1) Date Unknown, Time Unimportant

 I am a guardian - Teirnan Starfall of Earth. That sounds rather pretentious, let me try again.  First of all, Ghost made me do this. Well, I suppose "made" would be too strong a way of putting it, but you know what I mean. Ghost thinks more records need to be made of how life is being lived. So much history has been lost after all.
  I have no memory of who I was before - before Ghost reassembled my body and consciousness into a single coherent, cohesive being. Whoever I was, whatever I was before the fall - those things were washed away by years of entropy. When Ghost woke me, wretched remains were scattered round me - husks of humans and their machines - dessicated by the weathering of untold seasons. "Automobiles." Ghost told me some time later - those machines around me. There was a great herd of them around, all empty save the dust of decay.
  So Ghost found me, and pulled me together using the Traveller's light. and then what. Words he spoke - and I understood as though I had always known them, heard them, spoke them.  Somehow, I was fully functional, capable of comprehension of complex concepts, understanding combat and physically capable of conducting it. I soon found out how important that was.
  Before escaping the mass of autos piled together, I found myself under attack by a two-and-a-half meter tall beast - my first fallen Dreg. The stubs of his cruelly hacked off lower arms were still visible through his wrappings. Somehow I avoided his blades, broke off his upper left arm, and choked him with it. I don't know where those skills came from. Nor do I know why the blades I took from him felt so perfect in my hands. The heft and balance as I sliced the air - grace, beauty, and lethality are such pleasing things. I didn't understand. I still don't.
  I'm sure I am boring you, whomever you are, but you must understand. I don't know who I am, and yet I do. I know what I am skilled at, what pleases me, and I have a definite and fulfilling purpose. I just don't know why.  And I wonder if we guardians don't understand the why of what happened before; couldn't it all happen again?

T.S. 

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