With each new victim, my brightness was consuming longer and longer, and my movement speed was slowing down. It was as if I"d weighed down and my tentacles couldn"t handle the weight of my spark. I had to train - I did not want to become a well-nourished laggard, who can not keep up with anyone.
So after each new victim, I was pulling my styli as far apart as I could until I spent all my energy in Iskra. The result was. My tentacles could be an order of magnitude longer than the standard length, and the speed could be envied by any other wanderer on this fucking emptiness. Soon the pleasure of hunting faded away. Besides, I stopped noticing at all so that the brightness of my spark would somehow decrease, no matter how much I moved. The only thing I could"t understand was why I did"t meet people like me. In terms of hunters.
No one had ever attacked me! I can"t understand that they great care? It"s as if they have a program in them: you have to move there and only there, and nowhere else. A step to the left, a step to the right - a shot, a jump on the spot is regarded as an attempt to fly away. In general, I was bored with ugliness. I wanted something new, something unusual. It"s just so easy to fly, it"s not interesting. I was tired of hunting. Even rare flashes of memories do not bring the same joy as it was at first. No, I still cling to the memories and never want to lose them, but each time new knowledge becomes less and less.
I"ve thought about dissolving and starting over, and every time I"m afraid to lose all the knowledge I"ve accumulated. I was passed by by by another spark at all its available speed. I held her indifferent glance. I"ve been wondering for a long time where they all go. Well, they aren"t moving aimlessly, are they? It is decided! I"ll fly after that sprinter. *** Stalking quickly got bored, but I kept on following the spark until I heard some echo in front of me.
I didn"t even hear it but felt that where this spark was going, something or someone was calling me. .. And me? Having pulled out the stylus, I saw that from the Sparks flying in front of me in the direction of movement stretches a thin thread, which was not there before. If I had a heart, I"m sure it would jump out of my chest. Whatever it was, it wasn"t me it wasn"t calling, it was that spark in front of me! If nothing is done, I will continue to drag this miserable existence. Without hesitation, I clung to my guide and dried it clean. When he stood still, I touched the thread, trying to pull it on myself. I managed it. There was a call inside me, mixed up with someone else"s shouting. Yay! This is it! Here he is, my way out of this void! I had never flown so fast before.
It was as if hundreds of hunters like me were chasing me. Driven by one question, I was rushing forward. What would happen next? What was ahead? Soon I saw a bright spark in a yellow area. What is this? Do they want to dry me out? Was it a trap? I tried to break free, break off the connection and get away from the call. But I was already pulling forward without my participation, in the arms of this Sparrow. I played it. Maybe it was for the better. I"m tired of everything. This spark wraps me with tentacles, they are weak, I almost feel no touch. Even, somehow, it hurts. It seems as if she can"t do anything to me, which means that nothing will happen and my aimless existence will continue. Iskra must have realized the same thing because she let me go by gently walking through me with her tentacles. But the next thing I know, I can"t move, I can"t do anything. I was surrounded by some yellow slurry.
In an instant, I lost my sight. I got panicky, and I screamed. Shouted? I didn"t know what to do, so I tried to look around like I"d always done, and I did it. I quickly discovered a spark that attracted me with a call. She started to fade and fly away until she dissolved completely. Really? I"m trying to open my eyes, but the light blinds them brightly, making my head split, and I shout again.