Tony Kael
Caldari
Advanced Warfare Technologies
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Posted - 2008.07.06 01:08:00 -
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Edited by: Tony Kael on 06/07/2008 01:13:53
Edited by: Tony Kael on 06/07/2008 01:11:22
It had taken him twenty-nine jumps through the highest and lowest security systems to reach this point, his final jump before reaching EVE.
Thousands had travelled here before him, seeking enlightenment perhaps, or even just satisfying their own human curiosity. He now stood on the brink of the single most beautiful object in the entire of New Eden.
And then, in a flash of blinding light, he arrived.
Nothing could explain or describe what he saw or what he felt. A wave of peace glided over him as he stared deep into the blinding aura at the centre of the system, his mind traversing every possible theory and every possible emotion that could even come close to explaining what lay before him.
This was the past, the present and undoubtedly the future.
This is where history exists and where history will be made.
This is EVE.
Countless pilots, scientists and fanatics had visited before him. Thousands of memorials, tributes and accolades clouded the cosmos in his overview, but none of that mattered now.
All he could see was EVE; the giant and gripping cosmic beauty that moved so restlessly across the very essence of space itself. æCan I, can I really achieve it?Æ he wondered to himself, alone in the vastness of New Eden.
Amarr, Caldari, Gallente or Minmatar, it mattered not now. This was it, the very pinnacle of existence, to stare at the unknown and embrace it with every fibre of oneÆs being.
With every dimension of their soul.
æI can!Æ he thought to himself. æI will, I will!Æ his own determination far outweighing his competence to achieve such an ambitious task.
And so he went, for days and days, months and months.
This lone pilot would traverse light-year after light-year and never grow tired of the vista that lay before him, never once grow impatient of the seemingly endless journey. At times he contemplated leaving, turning around and venturing home to tell others of what he had seen. But he couldnÆt. EVE gripped him and he could not turn away.
He knew what he was doing, and he knew he would achieve it. This capsuleer stared into the very past itself, transfixed as if one were watching their own birth.
æThis is EVEÆ he thought to himself, for day after day. æThis is MEÆ.
Had he gone mad in the endless journey? Spurred on by his determination to cross the barren and inhospitable terrain of the feared and unknown? Un-phased by these moments of self-doubt he flew on.
Countless cargo containers drifted past his ****pit, markers to those who had come before but found they could go no further. He contemplated their fate, but quickly dismissed their failures as a result of their own inadequacies, or worse.
This capsuleer was not going to be deterred by messages from the past, he would make his future.
For months he toiled, maintaining his craftÆs velocity, determined that he would transcend this entity.
EVE has forever been known as a cruel beast; a destroyer of both ships and the very system it inhabits. This capsuleer was convinced he would not know such a fate.
His craft began to shake. An effect of the violent electro-magnetic storms that surrounded EVE?
His vision began to blur. Was this radiation poisoning?
His grasp on the very essence of time itself, so often believed to be constant, ebbed and flowed as if it were constantly changing.
This capsuleer was at the brink of existence, the very craft he piloted being pulled and disfigured by the uncontrollable essence of space. Warping thousands of light-years ahead and then returning, as if by elastic, to its original shape.
Then it stopped.
Was he there? Was this it? Was this the very moment he had imagined but dared not believe?
The blinding light had subsided and he could see the very worm-hole itself. A spiralling tunnel of lightning that extended far beyond anything his natural eye and the neural implants could calculate.
He could see EVE.
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Tony Kael
Caldari
Advanced Warfare Technologies
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Posted - 2008.07.06 01:09:00 -
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All around him his craft began to disintegrate, beams of light flooding his ****pit and illuminating his pod as they cracked through the shipÆs hull.
Time ground to a halt. The capsuleer found himself existing in a life of milliseconds, every action amplified a thousand times over. He touched light itself as it caressed his skin. His ship, his pod, his very matter now timeless in the distortion of the wormhole.
He had done it. He had touched EVE. He had touched the womb of existence.
In the distance, at the very end of this epic entity he could see a star. It looked so weary in comparison to those he had seen in New Eden. So tired of conflict and so exhausted of providing life. Was this home? æNo, it canÆt be. Can it?Æ Had he seen the origin of man? Or was it simply a euphoric vision, the final explosion of neural activity? Could it really be everything that he wanted to see, everything he hoped to achieve and attain, in one glorious moment?
And then it was over. Nothingness. The capsuleer was gone. His ship, his presence and his very being engulfed in an explosion of light. EVE had once again engulfed those that dare venture into its snare.
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