A post or two ago I asked my readers to help me chose a title for a short story I was writing. Both were equally good for me so I was having trouble deciding which one to choose. The idea for this tale grew from a very interesting Youtube video (AIRL) a friend suggested I catch. Well, the story is finished, albeit in a rough form so here it is.
Tides of Mortality
The subject shuddered with the sudden onset of sharp discomfort, shock and dismay registering in her outward expressions while her inner turmoil spilled out in pleading.
“Wait … Wait … No this can’t be right … ahhh … can we start over?”
As the observer watched silently, her pleas became more piteous.
“Please, Please, something is horrible wrong. Please stop the experiment!”
Fear became more pronounced as the world she knew became less defined, paler in the wake of lost senses no longer needed. A faint high speed thudding underlined the increasingly strident calls for mercy.
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“Damn you, stop this now!”
“Please … Pleaseeeee … Mercy, oh mercy … Please!!!!”
She began screaming and snarling in agony, fear, and desperation. The observer noted all of it but remained dispassionately quiet. Soon the screams lost strength and coherence, turning into sobs then pitiful mewling. The thudding; however, slowed down while growing stronger until it became a steady beat. Thump, Thump. Thump, Thump.
In the delivery room, Mrs. Sanchez was in the final stages of delivery with her husband by her excitedly exhorting her to one last push. The doctor spoke calm words of reassurance to the first time parents as he gently helped the new person from its comfortable nesting place. A final all out push delivered the tiny being and all the messy accoutrements of new life into the doctor’s hands. Deftly he set about cleaning the child then hung it upside down to deliver a firm but not too firm smack on the rump.
With a wail of displeasure the immortal god took in her first breath for the six hundredth time. The observer watched as the reincarnated god was swaddled and placed into the arms of her mother, another re-born god. He sat for a long time watching the scene as complicated thoughts flowed through his mind like radioactive particles streaming out from a star into the depths of space.
After millennia of transitioning the immortal beings of the universe into and out of mortality, the pattern never changed. They came with a strong desire to see the universe from such a unique perspective followed instantly by regret and fear when the processes of reducing their cosmic consciousness down small enough to fit began. Their short time lived on the mortal plane ends with their re-emergence into the immortal universe where they truly belong. Eons spent with comrades missed in the other realm, while a slow yearning builds for a return to mortality. He never lacked for participants in his on going studies.
The observer began to conjecture the possibility of tides ebbing in and out of the mortal plane that drew immortals like the mariners he watched at times to the ocean. He wondered at other properties, such as the tides of mortality, contained within the never ending mysteries of the universe.