Snail Trail
Disclaimer Me Do: I own nothing you recognize. And most of what you don't recognize, I still don't own.
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You ever wonder about what really constitutes a soul?
Memories could be artificially built, though I think that was only experimented with in simple invertebrates. The whole 'Sense of self' thing was debunked ages ago as not being unique to humans. Elephants and dolphins were perfectly capable of recognizing that an image they saw in a mirror was themselves once they spent a bit of time figuring it out.
Hell, I remember there was this gorilla that was friends with some comedian. She knew a lot of sign language, she'd expressed sadness when it was explained to her that he'd died.
A lot of folks argued that none of it was real. That all the signs that what made humans special wasn't unique, was just confirmation bias.
Personally? I didn't really know what to think on the matter. I'd never come to any solid conclusions.
How do you measure the immeasurable? See the unseen?
Sure, there were the die-hard atheists out there who said that lack of proof was lack of existence... But we've literally made tools that can measure things that we can't see. Ultra-violet, infrared, x-rays and more.
But there's an animal out there that can see that stuff. Naturally at that. The peacock mantis shrimp has got more than a dozen color-receptive cones in their eyes compared to the three or sometimes four that us humans have. I literally cannot imagine what the world looks like to them.
And what do they do with this amazing gift? Go around angrily punching and killing anything and everything around them.
I don't know where I'm going with this, alright? I've spent the last god-only-knows how long shuffling around in a circle, blindly bumping into some kind of barrier. My body feels weird, too. I try to clench my fists and it feels like I'm pulling my arms in.
I do my best not to think about it. That Icelandic woman, Hrist, she said I wouldn't be human. I can only imagine what the other options would be, though. Dwarf? Orc? Dagger-eared, leaf-eating Elf-cel?
Probably not. Unlike my other memories which feel disordered, that in-between place is crystal clear. What I'd read feels fresh and new whenever I think about it, her words and warnings still fresh in my ears.
Disadvantaged. The longer we'd waited to make our choices, the worse the conditions we'd be reincarnated into.
Doesn't exactly fill someone with confidence, does it? On top of that, I picked the option that's going to leave me with just as many disadvantages as it offers benefits.
Vampirism. Woo. I get to start off being able to slightly see in the dark and slowly regenerate health but I'll have an explosive sun allergy and a very restricted diet. Still, so long as I stay in my lane, I'll get to enjoy unlocking more Vampire abilities and drinking blood increases my recovery rate.
My face bumps into the barrier locking me in and I turn to the side to keep up my pacing. It always helped whenever I felt nervous or anxious and it looks like I'll be keeping up that habit.
Tap-tap-tap-tap
Go my hands, or feet, on whatever surface I'm walking on. It's one of the many, many things I'm trying to not think about.
I'm pretty sure I know what it means. I passed biology back in school pretty easily. It was really just a handful of patterns and rules with some cosmetic changes based on location.
Provided that location wasn't Australia. There's something wrong with that country.
Did you know that the British invaders there lost a war against the natives? I don't mean the Aboriginals. I mean the Emu.
Yeah. They lost a war against a bunch of flightless birds. I'd mock them for it but I've seen a Cassowary.
Birds are scary, okay? I don't have Orniphobia but I'll be the first one to admit that the modern-day dinosaurs worry me.
Even chickens? Especially chickens.
My face bumps into the barrier again and something on my cheek catches, tearing into it. I back up, surprised, then try to push my face against the spot. The barrier tears a little bit as I do so, so I push harder.
Eventually my head is out... And I'm stuck. I got my head out but I guess the hole shrunk back around my neck when I stuck it through? I try to back up but the wall is actually holding on really well.
Okay. Engage brain.
The wall flexes back and forth when I try to move. That means I can apply tension on the structure going forward and back. I could probably also go up and down but I'd rather not strangle myself.
Seriously. Tool assisted suicide, funny when I saw a video of it in Castle Quest. Don't really want to deal with it here.
So, fun fact? If something can flex, it can tear. Some materials might be really resistant but nothing is really invulnerable.
And anything that can't flex will shear instead.
Forward and back, then go forward and back, then go forward and back and take one step forward!
There's no loud ripping sound but after several cycles, I'm free! Free to not know where I am or what I am or really know if all I've accomplished is breaking out of one little prison and into a slightly larger prison.
Look, I can't hear anything. I might be able to vaguely smell something but I have no frame of reference for what it might be. I can see but only if something is reasonably close, like the ground.
Ooh, look! A rock.
And over there's another rock.
Hey, what's that? Is it another rock?
...No, no it's not. Creeping up on something, the shape comes into view and I can see what looks like a deflating bubble. There's something inside, a blurry black shadow with another, blurrier and blacker shadow on the back of it.
Is that... Me? I mean, I'm not making any solid guesses here but, again, I passed biology. Unless there's a cuckoo thing going on, it'd make sense for there to be a concentration of only one species in an area during hatching, or... Whatever this specific event would be called.
Crawling up directly against the transparent membrane, I can make out more details. The thing inside has two distinct, forward facing eyes that glow or shine somehow. There's a pair of stubby antennae on the top of its head and four more stubby outgrowths around the base of its head.
Which are apparently part of how it moves. Those things grab on to the floor and then the butt of it inches forwards in a really, really awkward crawl.
Awful design choice. Incredibly inefficient. How am I supposed to avoid predators if I move like a handicapped snail?
At least it looks like the back of the creature is covered by a shell. Still looks kind of soft, though... Did snails come out of their eggs with fully formed shells? Or was I some kind of funky hermit crab?
...What do I even eat? I don't see a mouth on random unnamed sibling #1.
Okay, yeah. I know. Stupid question.
Vampire. Blood.
I are Hot Topic friendly.
I did not think this through very well. I mean, I didn't have enough time to draw up a spreadsheet and do a cost/benefit analysis, no, but still. I'm going to have to find something lower on the food chain and literally parasitize it.
With no teeth.
As a baby snail-looking thing.
...I think I might be in trouble.
Pulling away from the egg sac, I start pacing in a circle. I don't have any knowledge of my options and I don't know how to fix that. There are supposed to be abilities, skill and magics that I can buy but that requires currency of some kind, which I don't have.
Do I?
Inventory? Status? Menu?
Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Great... I have no idea how to access the W System thing.
Wait...
SYSTEM: TREE?
"Accessing." A voice chimes straight into my head, speaking a language I don't understand. "Now listing full directory tree-"
What happens next is, quite possibly, one of the most user-unfriendly experiences I've ever had. The voice starts to literally speak into my head at length, using words I don't know in the slightest. I have no idea how deep it's gotten to explaining the file structure but I don't understand what it's saying anyway.
Uh... Hell. SET LANGUAGE: ENGLISH?
"Error. Language "English" not found."
No idea what the damned thing just said outside of the word English. Alright, try something else. SET LANGUAGE: SPANISH?
"Error. Language "Spanish" not found."
That didn't work either. I know I'm getting a rejection code but I've got no idea what it's specifically saying. How about ACTIVATE: SUBTITLES
"Activating: Subtitles"
Yes! Success! Sort of.
I can't read what it says. The words type themselves in front of my very eyes but it just looks like gibberish to me. Alright, try this then- SET LANGUAGE: RUSSIAN?
"Error. Language "Russian" not found."
Alright. So the first word is probably some kind of rejection code. The second one probably refers to the command I've tried to give it and it said 'Russian' in English, so I've got that as a frame of reference... SET LANGUAGE: JAPANESE?
"Error. Skill "n% I = W" not present."
What? That doesn't look anything like the last rejection code!
I sway from side to side, wishing I could reach up and scratch my head. I'm just completely confused, honestly. Confused and hungry, maybe a touch frustrated.
Seriously. Who in their right mind would design a user interface that communicates information via voice?
Bethesda?