[Tapping the root]
They came in the cover of the night. turning the dark blue sky to green. They called their city a "multiverse folding structure". Their hexagonal city hovers over the Crais sea where it can be seen on the shores of capsin beach. These androgenous elves are a civilization that travels from one universe to another in pursuit of sharing knowledge with other civilizations.
The androgynous elves aboard that city called themselves Eroe. They contacted the primary civilization of the planet, The Nasai. The Nasai who resembles humanoid forest animals gladly welcome the Eroe and proceeded to trade goods for the advance technologies.
Among the goods traded was the taproot of the Balit tree. The taproot is used by the Nasai as a way to dilute their senses around the planet. They are able to feel the clouds, the frills of the cropa fish, and they can smell the flower garden a continent away.
The next week another Eroe traders came into Nasai territory. They traded for polished stones for more of the taproot. the next week more traders came in and they traded more technology for more taproots.
This pattern went on until the Nasai had almost run out of taproots for their ceremonial practices. They decline the Eroe from trading with them until they are able to plant more Balit trees.
During the past 3 months the sexless elves had began to change due to ingesting the taproot. It had caused them to grow pleasure organs, which gave them tremendous pleasure when rubbed against each other. But the organs only work with the constant ingestion of the taproot.
The Eroe began to attack the Nasai with waves of their ships,trying to harvest and plant the Balit tree in their hexagonal city. They realized that the tree could not grow unless it was planted on the surface of the planet. The Eroe became insane from being unable to achieve ecstasy. They leveled the civilization of the Nasai and also enslaved the remaining Nasai to care for the Balit tree.
A century has passed and the Ecstatic elves of the Eroe still writhed their pleasure organs aboard their hexagonal city.
[Clockwork Miller]
Miller, that's what his father had named him. It was better than being named Heineken. Getting your ass handed and your name starts with "heine" is just ironic.
It's safe to say that he wasn't name after Henry Miller, a famous American writer and painter, rather the type of beer his parents enjoyed the company of.
His mother was so enamoured with her bubbly friend that she refused to stop drinking when Miller was stretching out her stomach.
Pickled with beer juices, he grew to be a man of rather below intelligence, but above average strength. It didn't affect his mood any because he always found simple uninteresting everyday objects amazing.
It must have been like Einstein trying to read the mind of God with an equation, albeit more simple. Recently he took the hobby of taking apart clocks to see how they work.
He liked seeing the gears interlock and work together. If a clock is broken, he takes it apart and tries to fix it.
Miller lived with his mother and she was always mad at him for reasons he was unable to understand.
One day the man realized that if he can take apart his mother,he can fix her. With several utensils laying around the house he began to partake in a painstaking effort of fixing his mother.
He used the dull kitchen knife to open up her casing. His mother protested, but he knew he would be able to put her back together better than ever.
After 5 hours he found the problem. Her heart was no longer beating.
