Again and again and again. Repeating in revolutions. The same outcome, just a new time around. An endless cycle. Their life was a circle.
Artificial light poured through the room like water flowing from overflowing sinks. Forming and reaching and touching every space and crevice and corner and inch that could possibly hide in the large, luxurious room. The elimination of shadows. The elimination of worry. The world stood still in the confines of the room. Color drained to black and white. The two-step marble stairs seemed tired, the cushioned couches that guarded the fine glass table came off abandoned, the polished wood floors were oppressive. Tarp covered over the window, blocking the view of things not yet made. This... Was happiness. Unbound, unstopped. It was everything and anything. A promise that couldn't be broken. Scenery unseen could be anything. Impermanence was its only flaw. The barrier would crumble truth would flow through easy as mist, definite, unchanging, unyielding, forming easily and comfortable into absolute fact. Lost from edit through time. To rewind the camera or to take a page from the book of history and rip it out, rewrite it, make it no more. That was a luxury for the beggars. Now they sat on pause. A segment in time that would go undocumented. How long would that last before the next big thing? Forever was a stretch, forever was a hopeless wish. Maybe they would find out when they reached the end of the circle.
Ronny lay under the covers of the the king-sized rectangle bed, staring at the closed door that opened out into the living area. His room was like a miniature house and his bedroom was just a room within a room. A prison with extra bars on the inside. He had been relocated, again. This was his third room and it hadn't even been a year since he got the first one. He wondered briefly if Christmas had passed yet or if they were just getting to it or if it were just coming soon. They always said you could see Christmas lights from space. Then again Earth was gone and its remains were (if he could recall the time it took correctly) three years away. What had been its demise again? Oh, of course, Evoknights. And they weren't on Sigma now. Why was that? He believed it was also because of the Evoknights. That was two out of three. Varsia was the only one left. The planet was still there... Maybe. His room, on the other hand, wasn't. It had been destroyed by a ship in the sky colored gold. The same as the Evoknights.
Patterns always repeat. There was something that connected all of this. Something that happened every time that made turmoil their destiny. A similar factor in every formula. He lived on Earth. He was relocated, it blew up. He lived on Sigma. He was relocated, it blew up. He lived on Varsia. He was relocated... Sigma blew up. The emotionless pit that he called a body began to fill with a little bit of dread. Varisa... Was a time bomb?
Ronny pulled the covers closer to him, his body feeling cold under warm sheets. The silence was thick, though disturbed. From outside the room a monitor rested, large and obvious and continuously on. It did nothing but show pictures and broadcast short videos on things he wasn't too sure about the direction on. It was not a TV, he could tell because there was no remote and no buttons to change the station. All you could really do was turn down the volume. He didn't know what it was, only that it vaguely reminded him of the monitors in the apartments that used to watch them since it sat there with no buttons or controls. It reminded him of a computer with no keyboard. He didn't know what it did other than what was mentioned before. It was very, very hard to ignore. From every angle and every direction it could be seen perfectly, as if the screen tilted itself to follow your every movement. It also made a buzzing noise. Not constant luckily, just every now and again it would hum for a few short seconds and it would be off, like a fly taking a short flight. He welcomed the intermittent noise. It helped him drown out the transmissions that went off in his head.
They were coming from somewhere--he knew it--but where? He wasn't quite sure, but he knew that it was some sort of base, hidden in space. They talked the most when he was alone, usually to each other insulting and belittling him. They were the loudest when he was silent and when he was alone. Like now. They had a way of making him feel empty when he was already hollow. First Earth, now Sigma. He had a room, but he was just stuck on another ship. He hated ships, they always had a way of making him nervous. They always took him to chaos, places he didn't want to be. This one just didn't move as fast. There was nothing under these floors. If they broke he would fall endlessly and forever into space. That's basically what he was doing now, right? Falling. There had been an entire war and he hadn't helped at all. He couldn't say that he was mad, happy actually, joyous. Less of a chance of dying horribly. More of a chance to live longer in this horrible life. It just seemed like... He couldn't shake off the fact that the Evoknight's arrival had somehow been his fault. He wondered, for a short moment, if there was another race of being the Evoknights had gone by and obliterated that did the same thing on Earth. A race of beings that had home after home attacked or destroyed. Moved around like cattle. They were walking dead. They were the walking dead.
Since they had gotten on this ship he'd realized there were more humans than he had originally thought. He had once believed that whoever was in the apartments was all that was left, but apparently there were more that were hidden away, more that were somehow found by Lenina and transported onto this "Station Two". He didn't had yet to introduce themselves to them, it was odd looking at them, like meeting family members you hadn't seen before. They seemed to just... Pop up, out of nowhere. As if they materialized from thin air or they robots assembled quickly on a conveyor belt just for the occasion. Maybe... Maybe...
If he had taken the time to meet these humans whom he'd never seen he probably wouldn't have gotten around to it. It had been days since they'd arrive at the station and less and less Ronny left his room. The point of it seemed to dwindle. All he'd need it for was to eat, but even then he was getting less hungry. He hadn't left his room in two days and he hadn't found the need to. He hadn't turned his lights out since they'd arrived. Hopefully the lights were as long lasting as promised...
OOC: FAIL ENDING! DX
