His lungs burned as he pumped his legs. Stumbling through the dark caves, his feet catching on the uneven ground. He staggered for a moment, placing his hand against the cool rock, before snatching it back like it had burned him.
He didn't understand the sensation in his legs, the trickle down his spine, he didn't understand any of it. But he felt that same panic spiral into his gut as he heard a deep bark.
And he ran.
They could probably follow his scent. He remembered that. he rmeembered learning that. He rmemebered being told that. He couldn't remember if it was in his new body or if it was while he was in the Mother. He missed the Mother. Crammed with all of his brothers and sisters, even if they were plucked out one by one as they were deemed incompatiable or inconsistent or simply useless.
Eventually, he was the only one left clinging to the Mother's lifeless corpse.
Project Kayron they had called him.
Modern necromancy they had called it.
He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, wanting to push the memories away, wanting to push the data away that his new mind couldnt make sense of. His mind saw in pictures, in scents and in touch and taste. It didn't see in digits and coding like he used to.
He felt a gasp burn his lungs as the bark grew closer and he ran again.
He didn't understand the sensation in his legs, the trickle down his spine, he didn't understand any of it. But he felt that same panic spiral into his gut as he heard a deep bark.
And he ran.
They could probably follow his scent. He remembered that. he rmeembered learning that. He rmemebered being told that. He couldn't remember if it was in his new body or if it was while he was in the Mother. He missed the Mother. Crammed with all of his brothers and sisters, even if they were plucked out one by one as they were deemed incompatiable or inconsistent or simply useless.
Eventually, he was the only one left clinging to the Mother's lifeless corpse.
Project Kayron they had called him.
Modern necromancy they had called it.
He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, wanting to push the memories away, wanting to push the data away that his new mind couldnt make sense of. His mind saw in pictures, in scents and in touch and taste. It didn't see in digits and coding like he used to.
He felt a gasp burn his lungs as the bark grew closer and he ran again.