But there was nothing the AllFather couldn’t distort. He told himself to resist, tried to keep his mental shields strong. Every precious memory was warped into something hideous and strange and wrong. Slowly but surely Baird could feel himself losing all sense of reality, losing his sanity. “Are you sure?” The insidious grating of the AllFather’s voice in his mind was implacable. He saw himself shouting at his father, killing his brother, and other things too horrible to think of. The huge lighted screen above his head showing him things that had happened in the past but wrong, distorted. The overwhelming despair that threatened to drown him as all his memories were twisted, love turned to hatred, pleasure to pain. Leave me alone-let me go! And then the draining pull of the AllFather’s mind focused solely on his own. Sensors all over me, wires coming out of my skin like some kinda damn machine. His pain is so unique.” The voice of the AllFather filled his head, harsh and discordant and once again he felt the agony. “Such an interesting flavor this one has. He was plunged into darkness, the sour stench of the Fathership filling his nostrils. Then…the fateful mission when his scout ship had been captured by the Scourge.īut it was too late.
His confirmation as a warrior, witnessing his half brother’s pain and rejection on Tranq Prime and their subsequent decision to join the new trade on Earth.
He saw his childhood, growing up first on Rageron and then Twin Moons, the loss of his mother and his close bond with Sylvan. Then the sensation changed and there were fingers sliding through the cracks in his mind, prying, invading his brain and sifting through his memories like someone might sift through sand at a beach.
As their eyes locked, he felt a soft fluttering inside his head like a thousand wings beating. Open yourself and let me see.”īaird tried to do as she asked. “Very good.” She stepped closer and placed the fingertips of her right hand lightly against his temple.
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