“I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate Alfus. I hate…”
“Are you prepared to die?”
The sun was so hot that when the man turned his head, it looked as if his neck shrunk a little with ruffles of his skin melting. It was painful enough to talk, but to move was a pain he never wanted to experience again. He groaned, irritably, “You made me move. I didn’t want to feel that pain for another lifetime…” he saw the others, the seven others sitting amongst him also experiencing the ripping and melding of their bodies of their cells by the nuclear fusion and fission.
Once in awhile they would have to move, lest they sunk into the sun. They were able to walk on the surface, their bodies able to “chill” the surface; their skin ripped from their feet or which ever body part touched serving as a platform. They steadily rocked back and forth in silence, except the one who called out their leaders name repeatedly Alfus.
“He put us here. And he blocked us out mentally. He doesn’t give a damn.”
Meanwhile back on the station, there he was, Alfus the name they once collectively called from the sun, locked in a slumber behind the “glass” of his prison. The vent above constantly breathing out a sleep toxin, and him inhaling its poison. Once it stopped, the ppm dropped ever slow slightly and he was instantly awoken. He hopped up and once again, he was tasked with continuing the learning process.
“Where did we leave off? Yes. That’s right… 2137…” he was about to continue once he cut short, hoping to find a reason to continue what he has done for multiple generations of children who passed through here. Today he was to try something new. He clasped his hand with great intention so much so, a sound wave emanated pass the glass throughout the space station whose size was larger than what they considered a class 4 asteroid. Then he listened. The observers weren’t in the room, he already knew their heartbeats. They weren’t there. They were downstairs on break.
The children tried to comprehend why he’d clapped so hard, why he was now meditating. “Sir, schedule dictates you feed us the lesson. If you will not, I was instructed to tell…”
“Tell you what? I’m about to teach you one of my special lessons.” He paced back and forth, “haven’t you wondered, why they keep me in here?”
“You are a dangerous war criminal.”
“You have ethereal anomalies allowing you to do extraordinary actions.”
“We want your blood.”
“Cryptic isn’t it. Yet you want to live in peace? What was the last war you’ve hand since my time?” He stopped and looked around the room. He methodically clapped really loudly once more. Then listening. ” You all,” he scanned the room. The kids still as robotic as ever. Except one. The one he caught in his peripherals, he honed in on the sound of his heart. ” Don’t you think it’d be easier for me to live in peace? Then you all could live in peace? You know your history. I exiled my team for peace and yet in the thick of the night, BAMM!!!!” He slapped his hand on the glass, and a loud noise shot forward towards the children who didn’t even flinch except the one. And it was then he got scared. Scared enough for himself to be taken over by Alfus.
He got up.
The kids turned and watched him as if they were sentry’s. “Why have you stood HR-201?”
He turned around and walked away.
“What are you doing HR-201?” Another female child said.
He got to the door and locked the room with a push of a button and dropped dead.
It took awhile, but some of the children started to stare with something retro in their eyes. Half of the group were trapped in a stasis of emotion. The other half stayed fixated on Alfus. When they, the children who watched HR-201 break protocol, essentially making them realizing only the ignorance of him locking them in, they turned to Alfus who with a devilish smile, flared his eyes with a bright fluorescent light. They in a moment of mere attosecond, dropped to the floor only after their heads exploded. They blood splatter spread throughout the room and the children who were still alive remained calm. The alarm sounded. Resonating throughout the secret compartment of the space station. Men in white walked in horrified with their shades on.
“You sick fuck!!!” One screamed.
The others remained truly emotionless.
Alfus, sat down on the floor still blissfully smiling. ” I’m sorry if you didn’t already master this. Controlling death itself is evil enough, but children? Free will? You will all die if you don’t stop. I give you all 1 year from today to think about this.”
Back on the sun, they all stood in alliance. “He is ready.”