The Trigyalon Complex by R.K. Galvez (reading diary txt) 📕

some shit. Shit can be shit…It was hurting my eyes and my brain was throbbing as if it wanted to sprout wings and fly away. Up and away, again anywhere but here would do. I went to the corner shop to get some bread and soup, but forgot the milk. Then went back and forth, I needed to remember but couldn't for shit the shop keeper even didn't bother to give me change in the end. I was a bit annoyed as I feel my benefit is well earned. I am hiding from various key government statistics. But the point being was I just couldn't remember and spent the best part of the night going in and out of a corner shop buying one item. I am starting to think it was symbolic, but I stop this thought as it gets a bit too complex for me.

 

The school I went to was shit - it got closed down. I was pleased even though I had left by then. But then I realized that it hadn't been so bad. It was fine, a bit slow. But rural schools are just strange. Everyone knows everyone and everyone's parents went to school with everyone else and there's no-one new to the area and it's all a bit odd and in-bred. Even more so when the folks start swinging.

 

It got worse when refugees from Mars started coming here with tokens, but then again, people were really bad to them, refusing them work rights, any kind of assistance. Purely a survival of the fittest C.B.A.  Villages are bad. But, then again, everything can be bad.

 

That was when I met the August Ham Man and his friend, a real life super-hero who saved shit from being, well, shit. Yeah, he was called the Midnight Pharmacy Lemonade Drinker. He had other names too, but I can't remember them all. His day job was some kind of artist, but he didn't really seem to do anything.

 

We got together in a weird way. I've never been friends with anyone important before. It was more than a soft weed factor thing, or ‘ting-thang-fing’ as some cultured person at my newsagent calls it. It sounds “cool”. But I was scared. Scared real shitless because these two blokes must be pretty crazy.

 

I was tempted to see if anyone had escaped from asylum world, which is just like ‘Logan's Run’ there. And everyone's crazy. Keeps the social bill down, but that was another dimension…I was thinking of just going with the flow with my usual gay abandon. Not that I've ever been that gay to abandon anything…      

 

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The higher catacomb-like colonies were pristine and covered in a mysterious wax…Chains had been fixed to the wall. There was gravity but the heat was excessive. The chrome bobble hat drone propelled through the waxy catacombs. Chains rattled and the ground continued to bubble. We heard many rumblings.

 

Our drone stopped, its power fading as it shuttered to a standstill. Galvez had frozen within the drone. We were still in our jellied forms, but Galvez motioned me to leave him and he would need to power up the drone. It was feeding off his life energy and he needed to rest. I asked why it had not decided to feed off my energy but Galvez smirked, weakly shutting off his pzionik link with me. I was shocked I managed to release my slobbery form from that of Galvez. He seemed to be developing a thin layer of green frost that was glowing. The chrome bobble hat drone made strange clicking sounds. The drone's rear entrance opened and I managed to slither away, into the waxy catacombs.  

 

The first thing I noticed was the abrasive wind. It was rancid, and made me feel ill.  I then realized I was on the waxy walls.  I needed to avoid the hot floors. The wax was cold and it must be some form of an alien compound which was able to withstand the heat. I heard the chains rattling. It wasn't the drone but a huge insectoid-humanoid, clinging to the walls and swinging on the chains. It saw me and grunted. I could not translate at the time as Galvez had all the facilities to translate. I was baffled. I did not know how to defend myself. But it was too late.

 

The insectoid-humanoid had used an extra mandible-mouth to pick me up. It started to jump from wall to wall, occasionally stopping to sniff a giant lichen power source. It chained itself to the wall while it tended to the lichen. I was still trapped in my gooey form in its extra mouth. It was still looking at me as it excreted through its eyes. It seemed to have an exo-skeleton full of eyes that were shielded. It then clambered towards a hatch in the wall. It used a feeler which appeared from somewhere and activated a lock mechanism. The hatch opened and the creature moved inside the chamber. It was a putrid smell and I avoided the floor; faeces bubbled on the floor, and I wondered if I would be consumed….         

 

Chapter 89 Cycle Full: C.O.G. Overload Epilogues.

 

…Here we go, thinking the thought that's racing through my mind. I purge it like a piece of excrement. It's the only thing that comes to mind. Another useless thought, as more bodies started to come through. The front line was everywhere, but there was enough shelter. No-one knew where the poor mutants had come from. It was that they had not developed superpowers, but were very useless.

 

They had melded with people who had the merest contact with them. i am composing this fairly pointless document from the inside of an experimental robotic exoskeleton. How I come to possess it is by sheer luck. I was sharing it with real people once, but they had suddenly expired. Now I just with solicited their ghosts and the smelling corpses of their former selves. I cannot find a way of disposing of them without the mutants clinging to me and melding with me.

 

Funny how I never saw myself as someone interested in sociology but I am now trying to be more sociological and study this unnatural lapse in our progress. Or our idea of it anyway. Let's face it, it was on the cards; but I think back of all I've lost. The shops, the wasted nights. And all the world’s wealth, sold them to aliens.

 

At least humanity did not find out about it just yet, but I think I should give the knighthood back. Maybe…

 

[ADJUST MY DREAMS FOR ME, RHONDA…]

 

1. The Veils of Time

 

Elaine Pettifer wanted to be taken seriously. She hated working as an ignored researcher for the C.O.G., and she wanted to take a risk. Elaine was almost 26 years-old, and her career had just not happened. Nothing had gone the way she had planned.

 

Despite being supported by her affluent parents, who were too busy jet-setting around the world to really listen to her, she had pursued the discipline of research work. She had the right qualifications, the right look and networked ferociously. She had even given politicians fellatio. For many ordinary people, Elaine should have been grateful to have a job, but that was not good enough for Elaine. If she had not made it by 30, she might as well stop existing in this realm.

 

Elaine had felt she had been deceived by the C.O.G. and had not been given the rewards she deserved. She scoffed at her paltry salary, a mere £[censored]. She still depended on her parents to pay her private rent for her tiny room in a flat near Camden Road.

 

On a regular week day, she got off the tube at Tufnell Park and felt ill. She did not see the point of her C.O.G. job. She wanted to do something more exciting. She hated Tufnell Park. She had started to hate Camden, too, with its slightly superficial trend-obsessed faddist nature.

 

She liked the Camden of old, when things seemed to go on for longer and it seemed to cost less. All that had changed was the price of everything; things had got worse and for that everything mysteriously became more expensive. It was such a weird logic. She wanted more things to happen and she wished the destruction of this Earth with every day of her dull existence. Zen-like revenge on a society she felt was so poor, it was not worth saving for the future.

 

Every time she got off the tube at Tufnell Park she wanted the world to end. As a result of her constant misery, she lived for her work and had not had a relationship of any kind for five long years. She had only had penetrative sex with another living being twice. She also attempted mutual masturbation over a webcam twice, with dubious results. She had ruined two computers in the process.

 

In Elaine's case, very little was said to her apart from "Work Talk". After work, the quickly consumed obligatory work drink, she would go home alone and indulge in various experimentation while masturbating. She was performing astral pzi-sex magick rituals, corrupting them as she went along. She was a total amateur, of course.

 

Papus had a good idea and had seen her coming. The vibrator Elaine used the most looked like a snake, and had an upside down black crucifix etched into the snake vibrator's phallic head.

 

Elaine loved this particular vibrator, although she had many to choose from. This snake vibrator was given to her by Papus. Papus made this vibrator out the milky blood of Tyme-Pyres and decided for their soul-feelers to live trapped within the snake-like form, in eternal pleasure, to give eternal pleasure to the owner of this sex toy. Pettifer didn't know Tyme-Pyres blood still lived and flowed through it; her human pure blood actively fed it. She didn't know what ritual she was part of. She had to understand Pleasure and the Original Sin(s) were essential for these esoteric arts. 

 

Elaine did not usually abase herself so quickly. She had become addicted to sex magikal rituals, thanks to her meaningful psycho-conjuration-conjunction with Papus within her head. Astral euphoria had been achieved by Elaine Pettifer. However, her deal with Papus was a bad one; he had not even released anything for a century. It was all up in the air and hidden within the aether. It was something Elaine had not planned, but she felt something was changing about the world.

 

People were undergoing a vital transformation and not even realizing it. It was timeless, under those enigmatic Veils of Time. The Earth realm as we know it was starting to enter the Seven Hells of Universal Existence. It was not quite EndTime, more of a Reset and start again. Only the C.O.G. knew this.

 

Elaine smiled, reaching for the vibrator again. A fired burned deep within her sore loins; it was a Friday night after all...The Dianetics did not work for her…

 

2. The Usual Soft Weed Giggle Factor

 

...Papus smiled at Elaine. Her long brown hair complete with matted and slightly faded peroxide streaks. She looked like a prostitute, and she started to like this vamp look. Her Neo-Gothic make-up and sparkly eyeliner look had made her seem eccentric; maybe daubing the blood of a sacrificial goat over her saggy bosoms was going too far.

 

…Elaine had been doing her research on Papus and she wanted to be different. She wanted to be the Corruptor. She knew she would have to sacrifice herself. But she had second thoughts about Papus. Was it the real Papus or some other form? Her research was extensive but slightly over-stretched. Elaine couldn't even find a reliable entry about him on Wikipedia. She was a bit annoyed with his immortal games and tricks.

 

Papus did not even bother speaking to her as he exposed his flaccid penis to her. Elaine was not amused. She had tickets for popular events, various shows and esoteric shindigs across the country. She wanted to start dating Papus.

 

"You have to make me flesh again, Elaine," whispered Papus,