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Aug. 10th, 2002 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamjarShe doesn't see the future anymore.
Never saw it much anyway, just as an extension of the present so whatever she was doing then, was the same thing she'd be doing tomorrow, ten cycles from now, forever. She saw herself with Nerri, living by wits and looks and luck, forever until the day he left. Then she saw herself occasional lovers and mostly alone, jumping from place to place one step ahead of the Nebari. And then captured, and she could picture her life inside a cell, until she was old and bent and broken.
But that was the future then and this is the future now. Nerri off somewhere else, always out of sight and out of reach.
This is the future-forever, right at this moment. Absolute darkness, there never is even when she closes her eyes. Sounds from all over the place, meaningless without the visual clues to tell her where they're coming from, what made them. drowning in it, lost and cut off and there doesn't seem like anything real, nothing solid, up could be undless and down doesn't stay still and she will be like this forever, dependent and defenseless and...
Crichton is there, warm and solid and like an anchor or a blanket wrapped around her. The ground seems steadier, even though she knows Moya is tossing about like a drunk hynerian sea snake. He's asking her what she saw and telling her everything wil be alright and now, this moment, will be what makes up the future.
Never saw it much anyway, just as an extension of the present so whatever she was doing then, was the same thing she'd be doing tomorrow, ten cycles from now, forever. She saw herself with Nerri, living by wits and looks and luck, forever until the day he left. Then she saw herself occasional lovers and mostly alone, jumping from place to place one step ahead of the Nebari. And then captured, and she could picture her life inside a cell, until she was old and bent and broken.
But that was the future then and this is the future now. Nerri off somewhere else, always out of sight and out of reach.
This is the future-forever, right at this moment. Absolute darkness, there never is even when she closes her eyes. Sounds from all over the place, meaningless without the visual clues to tell her where they're coming from, what made them. drowning in it, lost and cut off and there doesn't seem like anything real, nothing solid, up could be undless and down doesn't stay still and she will be like this forever, dependent and defenseless and...
Crichton is there, warm and solid and like an anchor or a blanket wrapped around her. The ground seems steadier, even though she knows Moya is tossing about like a drunk hynerian sea snake. He's asking her what she saw and telling her everything wil be alright and now, this moment, will be what makes up the future.
