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MMS: What’s Coming On Earth.2
Earth.2 Presence at MMS_ocean

PS C:\> ghost version:  pre-history:      Great Death...

Open file: Sitella
Opening...

SITELLA/S (Homo Sapiens Sano)

            A human sub-species created to protect The Republic of Korea from the nuclear fallout that spread from the north (what used to be the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea) during the Great Death. (see file: Destruction of North Korea). Their mere proximity to patients suffering from acute radiation syndrome provides cells with the added strength to repair themselves and heal fragmented or mutated DNA.
            Sitellas are visually similar to humans native to the area, however the most distinctive difference is a pair of wings akin to that of a dragonfly. These have not been capable of flight since the 25th century. They are also taller than their human counterparts, with wider skulls and remarkably narrow arms and legs.
            They were bred in the laboratory of Dr. Cho Jonghun and deployed a mere three years after the Great Death across the newly rearranged northern border. Almost a third of the country was destroyed, including the PGD capital, Seoul. Many citizens had fallen ill and it was the function of the Sitellas to heal them.

They have a life span of exactly sixty days.


drwxr-xr-x. 27 root root 4096 yr:3013 Aug 31 4:03 preserve

>>SELECT * FROM S.Korea
>>WHERE Priority > 1- east coast

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Rejoice, for sleep is near.
Fear not, for the ocean knows you
Through waters deep and clear
And will welcome you.

Wherever your seeds be sown,
Know that you are known.
Lie. Be content.
A blanket of sea foam,
A pillow of algae,
Fear not, for home is Here.


Countdown:  03:00 Days

Soft darkness blanketed an abyssal plain. A sense of serenity, of tension, heightened the crunch of thin surface ice under his feet. The cold sea breeze was felt, but not hated. Korean winters were harsh by anyone’s standards, but the sharpness of the air, of the dry grass, solidified him. Grass slept unassuming beneath a layer of frost, nestled between jagged rocks. Sehun felt the cold but it did him no harm. The ice shifting beneath his bare feet served only to wake him, challenge him. He met it unbruised and unafraid, the soft blades digging between his toes a welcome reminder of his ability to feel.

His thoughts strayed to the humans huddled in their warm houses, wrapped in warm clothes. So much more fragile than he. At times he was almost glad of his biological superiority. Almost. Yet still he was shunned. He’d abandoned his people in escaping from his underground city and as for the humans... well he’d certainly never belong with them, nor had he any wish to.

The fence had been replaced a few times over the years. Kilometres long, stumbling along the rocky coast, perpetually threatening to dive into the sea. Sehun knew the east coast of Korea like the veins on the back of his vestigial wings. At fifty-seven, their blue was not as vibrant as it once was. The reflective membrane had turned translucent and dull with age. It excited him. He longed to lie in the deep where figments and flames churned together like salt. The salt of a life lived freely and alone.

The Gyeongsang province had sparser towns than those along the western coast. People seemed to prefer the long, yellow beaches and holiday resorts of the west to the windy cliffs of the east. Since he’d escaped from the underground village of Namuji, he had allowed his mind to wander freely amongst the minnows. They purged the under cities and one of the lights on his chip had already gone out. He knew he was the last piece of technology to be washed away.

He’d been back to the ancient city of Busan where he’d first met the witch. She knew he’d wish for a physical soul, like the humans of Korea had since the Great Death. The twisting golden spires of the Liberal temple had been a symbol of hope for him, but the witch had vanished into the dust, along with his soul, and he could do nothing but be patient and fulfil her parting instruction to use his transgenic mutation to heal people. 

Every day he travelled: Feared, ostracised, resentfully revered. A vessel for genetic experimentation. A bitter reminder of a time when their country needed something more. The upper hand in the war against annihilation. But he stayed and used his mutation to heal their children, and they tolerated him only for that. Never long enough to settle, only to move on to the next town.

Every night he dreamed. A pair of dark eyes mirrored in the euphotic zone, his soul reaching out for him, waiting, rippling with the waves. The only true thing Sehun missed growing up in Namuji was a soul to call his own. To sit with him and laugh with him and to live on after death as the humans had. They met for the first time when Sehun was thirty-two. The witch had granted his wish and they’d had eight days together. Then they had failed the test together. She’d taken a liking to Sehun and had devised a test that no one could possibly fail. No one fell in love with their soul; the taboo alone was enough to repel most people. But then he wasn’t most people. He’d led a childhood insulated from human society and their ethical dilemmas barely touched him. He was left to create his own truths. His immortal soul, his love, had been taken away from him, but all was not lost. The witch wanted him to be happy. She’d left him a back door. He scoured the plains in search of people to heal, for he knew that on his sixtieth birth day, his last light would go out and he would reach his used-by date. Three days to go and he would be free. Whole.

He stumbled across a train track, remembering that portentous day (calloo, callay!) when the two of them had sat on the hybratrain back to Busan. He asked once whether it was odd having physical form, like a human soul. “No, I don’t regret for a moment being freed from the inner recesses of your mind. Now that I can speak to you face to face, you can’t ignore me.” A wry smile.

Sehun’s soul was slightly taller than him, slightly more strongly built, though his delicate facial features suggested otherwise. Sehun had seen many human souls during his travels, walking, talking, laughing, but none of them were as beautiful as his own. One pair of eyes, larger than Sehun’s own. Deer like he used to say, tapered almonds. One pair of lips, the top one slightly fuller than the bottom, creating a false impression of an overbite in a set of perfect teeth. 

He particularly liked this spot beside the sea. He enjoyed the strange parallelism of the anachronistic steel hydrail running alongside the wicked fence. With nothing but the wooden fence, rocks, and the rail as far as the eye could see, one could almost imagine being thousands of years in the past if it weren’t for the single strip of steel winding its way through the dry, ice coated grass like an ill conceived serpent. He wondered what it was searching for. He wondered where it ended.
He wandered.

sitella $walk, “>”, “success.txt”;
#push for {exit} function true;
      pulped_polyps: open/close; rpt;

time: for my$passion(our @love) {
      for($ever;;){last}

      my $start_time = [Time::HiRes:: threedays()]
}
print join” for($ever;;){last}

use follow($patience)

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02:00 DAYS

Sehun sat patiently, waiting for the little girl to stop crying. She was subjected to microwave therapy because it was all her parents knew, but he was the other option. The mother argued at first, but microwave therapy was excruciating. She refused to watch her daughter suffer. He was their saviour, their hated liberator come to deliver them from pestilence. Another life saved. He stood, looked at the clock. Forty hours to go. He looked at the girl’s father, sobbing with relief at the salvation of his child. He looked at the mother, hovering between disgust and worship. He smiled for the first time in twenty-three days, the first time since his soul was taken from him. He would save her the trouble of deciding. In two days, this torture would be over.

He slid from the room, pretending not to notice the mistrustful eyes of the mother following him out the door. Sehun gazed down at his hands, still smooth and perfect even in his old age. He was broken from his reverie by his scanner. “Individual: User, Sehun. Species: Sitella, human sub-species. Age: Fifty-eight days old. Scanning left hand… report medical diagnostics?”

He disabled it with a simple verbal command. Sehun knew all the important information about his own body of course. Even children born in the secret cities had the retinal augmentation done as babies. He lowered his hands and made eye contact with a sales-bot that sauntered past him, smirking and adjusting his dog collar. Presumably he was on his way to take advantage of the high levels of serotonin inside. Sehun hated those things. He walked past, allowing himself a sardonic smile when the antidroid software prevented the salesman from getting past the front path. It must know that the purge was coming for them all. Droids, software, even medical experiments like Sehun. Soon they would all be gone.

The light from the newly exposed sky was beginning to fade, great swathes of yellow, chased by orange, chased by pink that served as a warning that night was near. Sehun knew the theory behind the changing sky. Something to do with scattering and the wavelengths of light, but something in him still found it difficult to believe that the colour changes in the sky were natural, it seemed too pre-determined. Too beautiful. There used to be an elevator up to the Earthdome from the country across the waters, but since the Earthdome was taken down, a petition was going around to have a new one built in Korea. A core spoke radiating from his home to space.
He'd like that.

sitella $walk, “>”, “success.txt”;
use EagerFeet;
use constant{
      OnAndOn =>1,
      TRUE    =>1,
}
      undulate: perennial psychosis
my $start_time = [Time::HiRes:: twodays()];

print join” for($ever;;){last}

use follow($soul)

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01:00 DAYS

Sehun was wearing that jacket. The one he’d escaped from his prison town in almost a lifetime ago. His wings were hidden and for once eyes slid from building to building either side of him, ignored as one would an unremarkable stranger. He healed a blind man. He felt delicious. The man looked up at him and smiled, cupping his cheek.

“Thankyou. The witch sends her regards. On this, the last day, your debt is repaid. Go.”

Sehun was drawn by the tempestuous ocean. Thick rain clouds gathered beyond the horizon, just as he imagined his soul preparing for his return. He began the journey back to the coast, passing gaping dark caves choked with sea foam and discarded trinkets. A tiny wrecked boat bobbed in the water, overturned and ruptured by the dark grey rocks. A few loose planks of splintered wood broke loose on the sharp crags and drifted away into the open sea. The sun was setting and darkness spread like black ink through the waters, dissolving into the sky. There was only one thing he knew fully and completely: His soul was close. His soul would lead him home.

sitella $walk, “>”, “success.txt”;

if    (-e “/field/flocks” ) {
     move(/onceagain)
     #hold(together)
)

if   ((shepherds = soul) && (-e/thee/thy_love)
     my $start_time = [Time::HiRes:: oneday()];

while (@flock) {“hold me”, $!\n”);
     open$everything;
     return: benthic_home;

print join” for($ever;;){last}

use follow($myself)

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00:00 DAYS

Sehun stood on a rock ing into the sea. Unremarkable, a slab laid out in preparation for sacrifice. He stood, watching breakers smash into the rocks he was were standing on, surging and swelling with the heartbeat of high tide. The last green dot on his chip was fluttering erratically. It was eleven fifty-nine on his sixtieth morning. He looked, breathed, and could swear he heard a sigh of relief from somewhere out there.

sitella      = littlemermaid=seafoam, “>”, “success.txt”;
$enrich_all  = “carry on my wayward son”;
@sorrows_nil = @completion/))
     $rocks && seafoam && (-e/thee/thy_love)

     my $start_time = [Time::HiRes:: now (now!)];

function #VastUntold (executenow)

rest($peace_together = become ocean
     print join” for($ever;;){last}
use follow($infinity_home)

)
exit 1;