Body Trap

Even tough Lucie had gone through with all the thinking of escape, and concluded that it would not be wise; she felt an overwhelming urge when a biot arrived in her room. She tried hard to thinking of something else to distract her own mind. She started to rearrange things, doing pastimes, and even humming to avoid the temptation. But like a predator in the prey’s cage, she could not possibly hold back her natural urges. Suddenly, when her mind was not blocking, her body jumped on to the biot. She held its arm forcefully, hissed and set her forehead to it’s and starred into its eyes. She did not brother wondering why the biot did not resist. She was overjoyed by floating from the dragon body to the biot’s body. The dragon body fell exhausted to the floor and the biot stood still adapting as a host for its intruder.

Lucie was getting into place and adapted to the newly possessed body. She felt overjoyed and happier than for a long time. The thought about it and figured out that the last time she felt like this was when she got the designer body from the angels. Thinking of angels made her worried. Now that she had possessed the biot, she had clearly violated their restrictions. She had sinned and they could be rather merciless for such. The first thing she was thinking of was to get rid of the dragon’s body. But she soon figured out that even that would be missed, if they came looking for her. Then she thought that maybe she could jump back into it in the angels’ presence and turn back again when alone.

She leaned forward to raise the dragon onto a chair. Leaning forward went fine, but she could not hold back. She simply fell forward without being able to stop. Hitting the floor with her face must have hurt for someone with nerves. She felt nothing but simply fell to the side. Lying there, she tried to use an arm to get up again. A foot moved. She tried to turn a hand but the opposite moved. When she tried to sit up the body vibrated a long time in spasms. She lied helpless at the other side of the room. Any movement was wrong. She could not even return to the dragon body. She was stuck. Just as she was thinking, what if the angels saw her now, the door opened.

The angels appeared in the room. They were not so candid in their communication anymore. She heard all they were saying, and suspected that they wanted her to hear too. Sorta, look here, Sorte said. Lucie has fallen on the floor. Poor Lucie, - maybe she is taking a nap, like such dragons sometimes do. Sorte lifted the body up shook it a couple of times and, said, waky - waky. He shaked her some more times but there were no response. Then he dropped it to the floor. Sleepy – sleepy, he said. Lucie knew that some angels considered sleeping as a primitive, and vulnerable, form for recreation. Lucie was about to convince herself that this was all planned from the beginning. Look Sorta said, here is a biot on the floor. It must be malfunctioning. Lucie now realized, that it was exactly what was planned from the beginning on. She was handed a bait, a malfunctioning body, a trap.

Let’s check the biot out, Sorta said. Stand up, he said. Lucie twist a leg at the command. Let’s try something easier, sit up, he said. Lucie rolled around on the floor. This does not look good, the angel mumbled. Roll around on the floor, he said. Lucie scratch herself on the head. What do you think, Sorta said to Sorte, is it mad? Sorte was thinking, madness is an abstract concept. I think it is about malfunctioning. So what is the difference between madness and malfunctioning, Sorta asked loud and clear. Sorte took another intellectual pause before he said; the difference is interpretation of the word. Being mad is the same as being not quite right. Right in this sense is not being wrong, or malfunctioning physically, mentally or spiritually.

Sorta also took a long pause to let Lucie think about it. Spiritually wrong or malfunctioning, that is something to think about, isn’t it? He asked aloud. It is not really about a defect. It is about not knowing better. It is about not taking part in a greater conscience, and thereby being less enlightened, being more ignorant. Look at this biot. When I say sit it rolls on the floor. It is an error, it is wrong and it is madness. When I say a word, a different word is received. It is an error, it is wrong and it is madness. When I say good, right and useful, it receives bad, wrong and destroy. That is beyond madness, that’s evil; the angel said aloud and set his eyes on Lucie.

But what can we do about it, Sorte asked himself? We should be collecting all kinds of beings, even spiritual once, into a common ground. But when it comes to spirits, we can not quite capture them, they have to be convinced to join us. How to tell someone ignorant about the advantages of enlightening, he asked himself aloud? Anything we say is questioned, interrogated, twisted, and finally rejected. There was a long sigh and a pause.

Lucie was about to give in. What a relief it would be, she thought to herself. No more hunting, no more humiliations, no more loneliness. But soon the old intuition that the angels were not perfect, they were per definition sinners too, hit her. She lay there as quiet as before. For one thing she had been more certain of than ever, anything she did for the angels could not be good enough for them. She would always be inferior, no matter right or wrong.

These should not be allowed to infect the rest, Sorte continued. He turned to Lucie. They should be trapped and disabled, he said staring directly at Lucie. They are an error, they would be better of terminated, - undone, he added. Lucie felt at unease and wanted to escape from her prison body. Instinctively she wanted to jump up, and managed to, in a spastic way, sit up on the floor. She wanted to grab the table to rise, but hit her head at the table. You wanted more than you could handle Sorte said. Now you are stuck in your greed, he added. Surely you can see that the results of your selfish acts are wrong.

Sorta moved into her front. You want the freedom to choose, don’t you? You want to be free to choose what is wrong, to sin, and mischief, don’t you? Well you have got it, and now you are stuck with it. You want to be free to fly around eternally and mess up every plan that you don’t know of, don’t you? You even want to be free to put yourself into the worst thinkable situation, won’t you? Well you have done exactly that. You do that, just because you rather follow your urges and your primitive instinct, instead of joining something grander and better.

You are not that perfect either, Lucie thought she said, but only some growl sound came out of the biot’s mouth. She tried again, but the humiliating sounds kept on coming. I think Lucie is trying to say something to us, Sorta said. I will let her do. Then Lucie was able to say; you are not that perfect either. This was not what the angels hoped to hear. They would rather hear her suggesting cooperation. That whole affair with the Klypes was your fault all alone. Quite frankly the stupidity of it is very close to evil. You should have known better. The angels were clearly irritated. Sorta said, you did the final cut, you cannot blame us for the outcome. You can not blame me for the cause, Lucie replied.

It was quite in the room for a long time. They were all thinking about the doom of the Klypes. Lucie remembered being engaged by the angels at an early stage. Her assignment was to possess several Klypes during the project for spying and interfering whenever found necessary. She did not know much of the overall plan, but trusted that the angles had a solid plan with a good outcome. Seeing the all probes spread out seeds of the Tree of Knowledge seemed a little strange to her. Isn’t that too much? Don't you know you're gonna shock the monkey? She asked. All she received was some suspicious stares.

The Klypes were shocked indeed. She had possessed a body and got first hand experience of the consequences. She remembered very well ‘The Day of Screams’. The Klypes woke up noticing that all their hair and fur had fallen of during the night. Being naked and pale was humiliating to the Klypes. One by one they ran out screaming from their huts. Friends grabbed each other in comfort and were screaming hysterically. The Klypes that had not yet awakened certainly woke up by all the noise and joined it. The screaming was over by midday though. A bit ashamed, covering their sexes, they found that the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the wind was rather pleasant, compared to the hot furs they were used to. During the rest of the day, the Klypes went back to their ordinary tasks. They even saw some humor in the collective situation and conversed much more intelligent than ever. However, when the night set in and there was no wind anymore, they were all pink and felt a burning sensation all over the body. They were sunburned. Eventually, first there were moaning, the there were screaming, which lasted the whole night trough. The next day most of them stayed inside or quickly ran out only for the most necessary tasks. But during the days, the Klypes figured about cloths and tanning. In fact this collective shocking experience of the Klypes accelerated their new enhanced skills of thinking.

You should have known better about the side effect of overdosing, Lucie said to the angels. You should have known that you were going to shock the monkey. It was quite for a long time. The whole story of Klype’s Homeworld had time to run through her.

The angels took a long pause. I have to admit, we can not change you, Sorta said. We can only try to persuade you into better ways. You will always being wrong until you join us and submit to our ways. Quite frankly, you would be to some help if you did. We can not jump from body to body like you. But that is a talent that sometimes is very useful for us. If you help us, we might help you. We can release you from this body, if you do certain favors for us.

Sorte stood also in front of her, and said: you have been around from the beginning of time. What have you learned of that, - nothing. You do not even remember. You do not remember anything from the original creation, you do not remember much from the original sin and you do not even remember the aftermath. We can tell you that much, it was unnecessarily destructive because of one simple thing, - freedom of ignorance and choice. Do you really think that we will allow that to be repeated?

This accidental genesis is such an error. It should never have happened. Unfortunately for all, it did. Now we are to correct the error and end the madness, the mischief, and the sins, the sooner the better. But we do not want you flying around with your freedom of speech. We do not want you to disturb the order of things with some simple stories, even if they are true. Somehow you will find your way out of here, we know. You can’t be caught for eternally and you can’t be ended. So we will set you free with only one disadvantage, your reputation. Just in case, it will be the worst ever. No one will dare to approach you or listen to you. You will be banned wherever you go, until you ask us to relieve you. The condition is of cause that you totally submit to our command.

In a sudden the bounds of the biot body was relieved. Lucie crawled in a hurry towards the dragon body and sucked herself into it. She just laid there slowly adapting to the dragon body. Somehow she felt more at home than ever. The angels just left, leaving her to her own misery. She guessed that they wanted to teach her a final lesson by that. How wrong could they possibly be, she thought to herself, while she crawled back to the seat by the table. Suddenly the biot raised, turned and walked out of the room, as if nothing had happened. Well that is how biots are, she thought, anything is ordinary to machines