Aversion Affectivity

At that juncture she morphed into lines luminescent and lucid.  However, I could feel her energy converged, repetitively stirred, then re-compacted in these lacey orbs that twirl and burrow against my being.   I sense that all of you is here, just dividing.  Too weak to project the fervor, I remain to grasp.  

Frequencies vibe through Transa's voice "I … Am … Here," her mouth did not animate, on the contrary it seeped glistening blue.  She groaned confusion and hummed comfort… "buuuttt sometimes I drift away and return." Her chortle was legitimate throughout this sentence.  Suddenly her cords sparked with quick knowledge protruding reassuring echoes, "Your assumption of dividends is near accurate, the other energies, the Vims give my parts back," sighs for a breath, "Vehemence are distant."  

In a feeble breath I mumbled "Let us get to a safe place," though I know she can hear me otherwise.  Holding Transa to my torso, she in turn clung with her lacey tentacles while I stood and stumbled into a run.  I'm the only weight to bear and it is as if she carrying me.  The ligaments between my joints are numb, struggling for secure steps, the explosion has seemed to separate my muscle from bone.  I float with fear; fierce fully and frantic to keep Transa nigh.  If she was to slip from another human in this state she will dissipate into positives or negatives unless she is covered by the energy shield.  Regardless, she would be lost to infinity.

Our stride is brisk and relentless; the gears smear in glares in and out of focus.  What went wrong?  All the calculations were final.  Twenty years Professor Oton has slaved over this machine.  Gosh knows how long the idea, how reasoned and passionate the cause.  Air jars my chest and a since of guilt comes over me.  Transa moaned for me to listen, I lean in to hear, "Shhh…"  I smiled and choked out a chuckle in response.  Just keep pace, just keep pace… he won't be as upset if we're timely and unharmed.

The other failed attempts were horrid.  Volunteers would go through the euphoric turns amid the rotating gears.  Visions flashed before all three eyes, helping them to finish stripping impurities: bonked emotions, exaggerated worries, lingering guilt, and simple sins of human nature.  The system flopped on those unfortunates, on the unworthy.  After the journey through the machine their anatomy was still physical, more human than spirit.  Therefore, their split dominion left them vulnerable to Vehemence.  Attacks were persistent leaving ruminants behind that were unsuitable for consumption.


Panting for air and keeping what's left of my stride, I see the Professor behind the shield, on the plateau, within a short distance.  I watch as the growl lifts from his chest "Dili!"   I cringe, put my face down, and then snuggle into Transa one more time.  Running up quicker as we get closer, I place her at the Professor's feet.  He snapped to grab my wrist as soon as she was sat down.  The grip was tight, willed with anger; he pulled me away and to his level.  Letting go he balled his fist downward along with the same vigorous growl, "Boy!  What have you done?" Brow so scrunched and sweaty it seems to spit at me as much as his mouth.  His face suddenly dropped along with his voice to a questioning tone.  "She has been here for only three days under our care.  I took numerous test afore her arrival and even so yesterday.  Everything was fine," his eyes grew wide as his voice climbed; "everything was fine!"  He paused to tap his fingers across his mouth.


Professor Oton pointed suddenly, again placing the blame on me, "What did you do?" My hands up and eyes wide in defense, his tone serious, "did you glance at her in an ill manner?  Did you scorn her?  Did you tell her no?"  His brow reversed and is nearly drooping off his expression, "Or better yet, what didn't you do?!" The pitch of his inquiry grew higher, "Did you not reply to her?  Did you not snicker when she did?  Did you give her cookies whenever she asked?!"
"Yes!" I sported back in dry honesty.  Oton was flooded with desperation for some kind of quick answer, but was truly hungry for the success of this experiment.  Covered in sweat he paced in no particular direction.  Fingers dancing across his mouth and rubbing around his head, then spontaneously he broke movement, froze, and marched over to Transa snatching his Inculpable Tester along the way.
Calmly kneeling to her side he caressed her shoulder, "Darling Transa, are you ok?"
"Mmm… yes, I am well," echoing from her core.
"That's good, I'm so very proud of you," nodding his head yes and smiling as if he was speaking to a child, "you're so very strong for being so pure."  Leaving his whisper to the moment, he choked under his breath, "And perfect."  A single tear rolled down his check, once gone he raised his chin to continue.  "I'm going to scan you for Aversion Affectivity now, okay?"

She gasped.  In suspicious response, Oton crooked his neck in my direction, cornering his vision upon me.

He hovered I.T. around Transa, she traced along with her bright wondrous eyes.

Drawing the Tester as soon as it finished, he read the results aloud "86.3/10/3.7"  

86.3 Purity, 10 for Influential Impact, 3.7 Undesirable Dwell.  I held my breath.

He paused and exhaled.  Clearing his throat, he sat the Tester on the floor and gently grabbed Transa's shoulder.  "What happened, tell me," his eyes concern focusing unswervingly into hers, "you did nothing wrong."
With that innocent reliance she told, "He kissed me."

Oton quivered in fury then stood slowly to face me again.  He tried to speak but was taken by his rage; huffing with discontent, his stare coiled my insides as I gulped the lump in my gullet.  Being speechless as well, I can barely breathe.  I can't narrow down a thought passing by.  

"Why!"

That wasn't a question.

"You're not Diligent at all!  Definitely not a gentleman!  I raised you and had her
raised for me.  This is a disgraceful mess.  You betray me and my creations.  You're free to do whatever you will," respiring to a whisper and tears, "but not this."

I bellowed out in remorse, "I just brushed my lips against hers! I meant no harm, I hardly even puckered, barley even pressed. I… I just… I…  " I… I…

"Care about her."  Oton spoke for me.

I shook my head yes and finally swallowed the lump that was suffocating me.

"Her Aversion Affectivity numbers we're at least decent, at that's the cause.  Excuse me son, you are a gentleman…" his appearance near to calm as can be.
That's the first time he called me son.

"And an absolute dilly," his expression back to disconcert.

Willing my temptation away from tears, I position myself resiliently.

The professor chuckled at my jester, "you believe yourself to be man?"  He paused, though he didn't need to give it much thought, "Then add to my conquest; defeat the Vehemence once and for all, give the Vims full freedom.  Let the human race begin to forgive themselves."  He paused this time for dramatic tone, "Gosh knows you can't live with this."

The Professor continued to prove his point, "Since her birth, each day she was treated like a queen, every whim satisfied, every prayer answered, every hunger curved.  Her innocence was defended entirely, protected from any hurt or confusion.  The beginning life of Siddhartha; forever."  He deeply inhaled and forcefully started again, "It was her, and she was the cure.  Sixteen years after watching for five decades the Vims and Vehemence seep through.  Vehemence became more potent and powerful from feasting on the suffrage of our ancestors, because they couldn't settle with their guilt, even after death.  Thus the Vehemence constructed a fracture and their-own stream in unbreakable energy lines.  How cruel of them to disturb the living with hauntings, exceeding the territory than what they were first granted too."  Realizing he trailed from his initiated subject and that I already knew of this matter, "But, anyhow, she was the ultimate martyr having the utter most faith of a child.   Her unconditional emotions would've satisfied the Vehemence enough so the Vims could take control of this realm again."

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"Not sorry enough boy," Professor Oton snarled back, "you will be though."  He raised his chin to look further down on me.  "You want her, don't you?"

My heart shined bright however I shook my head unenthusiastically 'yes.'

"Oh, I know you do, and so does Transa.  And she'll never get over it."  Oton eyes sparked with madness, "Therefore she is now useless, except under one condition."  Oton cleared his bronchioles so I could hear him perfectly, "Produce me a child with Transa and raise it as untainted and immaculate as she was.  On your child's sixth birthday sacrifice them to the cause."

I drew my head back in comprehensive sorrow.

"Since you believe yourself to be man enough," he concluded.