the singularity source
the highway stretched out until we hit the aircraft carrier, it was upside down and covered in bugs, billions of them, some hit the windscreen, they were large locust, about the size of a paperback book. several crawled over the car and when they spread their wings we saw each wing embedded a face, a human face. cat girl made a face, 'yuk! what the fuck?'
'it's going to get weirder, look for an exit.'
she pointed and i followed her direction, off the slip road we looked down on the ship, it was swarming with the creatures.
the suburbs were no better, we saw, chinese junks, knights, prussian revolutionaries fighting vikings, we saw herds of wooly mammoths stampeding the shopping malls, hunters wearing space suits seemed to stun them with a laser weapon, we watched people with tails start tormenting a tribe of amazonian women, we watched machines sprout organic components and humans turn into strange mechanisms rusting away in decay time, a witch flew past us shrieking, cackling and throwing a fire ball down that blazed over our heads. i drove non stop as fast as i could, deeper into the tangled chaos of the city, eventually coming to the harbour bridge which was a twisted mass of metal spikes on the back of a giant armadillo. i hit the brakes, but the pedals had transformed into flowers squished under my boot. the car seemed to burst into bubbles, and cat girl's face suddenly covered itself in fur, and whiskers, no sign of her cat.
'jesus, it's hit you, are you okay?'
'yeah i'm fine, i can't stop licking my arm. er you should see what you look like.'
i was panicking, bringing my hands up to look but they were no longer hands, tentacles, stretching out, eight massive elastic tentacles. i was slithering along, getting closer to the water.
cat girl said goodbye and leapt away, i wanted to kiss her but my lips were now a beak. i slipped over the edge into the water. only it wasn't water, it was some sort of trifle.
slowly memories left me, the closer i got to the source of the singularity rift the less i remembered who i was, the less i knew about the past, instead i was overcome with a urge to stretch out and extend my body, through obstacles, i needed to wrap around something, i needed to play in a different gravity. this urge was driving me forwards, all else receded, and soon the very i i clung to was gone.