Shortly afterwards, my partner and I set foot on the ground; both equipped with our spacesuit. My sapiens held our companion’s inert body in her arms. The Maiden was under respiratory assistance using a compressed air cylinder borrowed from the ship’s reserve.
“Do you see an entrance sowhere?” I asked through the radio interference as I climbed a wall of iridescent bismuth illuminated by the torchlight of Ali’s helt.
The colored surface of Fairyland was a succession of pyramids and ravines in which I could lose sight of my copilot very quickly. Unfortunately, we had little ti to explore this mineral marvel, because, as the computer had warned us, the cyborg already covered with a thin layer of ice appeared to be between life and death.
The void demons went silent allowing my partner to reach behind a cerulean hill casting a green shadow above a large square hole, which shades spiraled from red to yellow. “Lee? Look! A light!” she announced, pointing to a spark flying over a cube of bluish gold on the other side. There, the strange firefly hovered a few centiters from the ground, stealthily searching for sothing on the celestial body’s surface.
“Excellent!” I said.
Once we crossed another crevasse shaped like a huge satellite dish, we managed to follow it. After a few minutes of walking and climbing, the curious will-o’-the-wisp stopped, facing the high smooth rampart of an iridescent rectangular building. This one was almost invisible, lost in an optical illusion and the anarchic configuration of the place. After standing still for a couple of seconds, the light finally touched the wall before disappearing through.
“Do you think she was a fairy?” I asked, skeptical.
Ali shrugged. “How would I know?” she replied, after checking on Zéphyr. “Unfortunately, this is a blind alley.”
“I don’t think so.” Curious, I had stretched out the right foreleg to palpate this strange wall with kaleidoscopic reflections. My paw t no resistance and passed through, mimicking the will-o’-the-wisp. I didn’t, however, face an illusion for I felt a cold caress against my suit. When I introduced my head, it was like swimming in tal. I had just traveled through matter. “Co!” I said to Ali once on the other side.
I had no feedback. The wall blocked the radio links—both the void and Ali were silent. Fortunately, she joined seconds later.
“Holy shit! That was ga-weird,” she grimaced. “I felt like a ghost for a brief mont.”
“Who you gonna call?” I joked. “But if you think it’s absurd, check this out, partner.” We had landed on a terrace made of iridescent tal and black rock overlooking titanic alveolus. From them flew the sa fireflies at a frantic pace. There were hundreds of millions of them, and yet everything seed so silent. “We’ve just found Fairyland, right?” I asked, looking for a way down.
“I believe those are data,” said Ali, following a spark that floated around her head. “I feel like we’re inside a huge hard drive.”
“How can you tell?” I went on as one of her sisters approached my snout before I kicked her out.
“These things are information. They whisper… It’s incomprehensible, but they talk to each other.”
I couldn’t hear anything. Maybe it was a human gift. Still, we had no way to move through this colossal hive because no stairs or elevators could be found. “Do you know where Mancéphalius is?” I candidly asked one of the fairies on my muzzle.
The discourteous pixie didn’t answer.
“We can float down,” Ali said, looking at his monitor. “There’s no gravity.”
Her wrist computer also indicated the presence of a breathable atmosphere. Like , my human lifted the glass visor from her helt. We were both able to inhale hot and dry air. Under my pads freed from their slippers, I felt the pulsations of an electric current running through the lukewarm tal. Already perspiring, my sapiens approached the ledge, being careful not to slip inadvertently. At the bottom, we could perceive a chasm in which so bold pixies of light rushed into.
“Do those flying elves also order you to jump?” I asked her.
She glanced at , raising an eyebrow. “Chickening?”
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As Ali let herself go, I bravely imitated her. The fireflies began to soar close to us; especially towards Zéphyr. So of them settled on her while my partner struggled to push them back. It was soon a cloud of sparks around them.
“Ali? I don’t want to assu the responsibility of being a killjoy—which usually is my reason to live—but, this ti, I truly don’t like what’s going on,” I owed.
“Oh, really?” she answered before loudly blowing a fairy out. “Then, don’t look beneath.”
“What do you an?”
We were thirty ters deep in the abyss when, far beneath us, a curious tallic statue shaped like a sapiens erged from a colorful wall which turned to be liquid on this particular spot. Still stuck mid-belly into the matter, the idol shivered and started moving its arms.
“By the 79 moons of Jupiter, what is that nightmarish thing—Ali! I’d like to go back up! Can we go back up?” I owed, trying to grab my partner’s boot.
“Impossible,” my human replied. She had drawn her weapon, but confronting this mannequin of bismuth didn’t spark joy in my mind. “The abyss attracts us to it.”
The guardian of the precipice’s features suddenly convulsed to mold a woman’s body and face devoid of any visible emotion.
“Ali? This is the last ti I let you make a decision, girl—oh God! It’s coming! Shoot her or sothing!”
“You’re overreacting. It could be Mancéphalius…” Ali replied as this curious tal nymph had jumped to intercept us before her right arm transford into a sharp blade! “Oh, fuck!” my partner swore, pulling the trigger five tis.
The bullets took random trajectories before getting lost in the giant hive or froze in front of their unruffled target, making my hair stand on end. “This is beyond logic!” I uttered.
The scary android was only three ters from us when an artificial and genderless voice of imperial calm made my stomach tremble. It ca from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Titania. Enough,” it said. Curiously, the bismuth nymph stopped and turned to probe the void before the voice coached: “Zéphyr is here. Bring her back to , Titania.”
The woman nodded. Her weapon disappearing into her sparkling skin, she slowly flew to Ali. She then greeted us with a smile and gently grasped the tal body of our friend before silently inviting us to follow her.
“I told you. You were overreacting,” my copilot dared to say with a quivering voice.
I didn’t answer on the spot as my mind froze, trying to figure how I could get away with the murder of his ditz mallrat. “Indeed,” my diplomatic—but hypocritical—wired brain replied.
Down in the hole, the temperature soared and I suffered martyrdom. Unable to perspire like human beings, I had to pull out my tongue and my papillae dried imdiately. Without my suit and its thermal fluid, I would have been dead before I reached the den of that curious lifesaving voice. Sweat also invaded the space combination of my sapiens who, in this oven, had to remove it. Once in the stifling depths, she took off her second black skin, then her underwear that she threw into this endless pit. The Desert Eagle was the only thing she kept with her.
Titania led us to the heart of the shady asteroid, in a huge oval iridescent chamber about a hundred ters in diater. Everywhere flew these little fairies of information. They would sotis land on a super-black titanium quartz sphere, four tis larger than my human, standing in the room’s center just below the precipice we fell from. It looked like a black hole, with its veil of gold flickering on its unfathomable surface.
“Greetings, Children of the Geno,” said the peaceful voice. It ca from this curious mineral egg.
“Yo!” casually started my partner, floating between the flying sparks to stand in front of the talking ball. “We’re Ali and—”
A glimr ignited the sphere’s gleaming mist. “I do know who you are. And I do know why you ca.”
A bed of white steel materialized on the pearly floor beneath, and rose to us. Positioning itself between the ominous globe and us, it welcod Zéphyr shortly after the bismuth nymph had placed her delicately on its reflective surface.
“We’re looking for Mancéphalius,” I said, feeling like a consciousness was watching each of our movents. “According to Zéphyr, it’s a data broker.”
“I am Mancéphalius. The AI you are looking for,” the voice uttered.
Not without glancing at the synthetic woman. Ali sat on the edge of Zéphyr’s stone mattress. “Zéphyr asked us to co here,” she confided, her hand on the androgyne’s cheek. “She told us you could help.”
Gently repelling my human, the mysterious bed folded in on itself, enclosing the Maiden’s half-body. Straightening before floating a little further on our side, it created an oval cocoon after Titania applied her palms against the vibrating surface.
“I cannot thank you enough for bringing my child back to ,” Mancéphalius went on.
“Your child?” My head was full of questions about this unusual place, but it was the only one I could formulate. Taking into her arms despite the heat, my partner was as confused as .
“Zéphyr ca to years ago,” our host explained. “He used to be called Hers. He was an Arch-Prince—a God from Lunapolis.”
My heart stopped but I was brought back to life a second later when Ali almost crushed my fragile body against her chest. “What the fuck did you just say?” she roared, letting go.
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