: Jax :

Wow

I mean magic, pifth.

Any technology that is significantly advanced would be made indistinguishable from magic. Especially if said technology led to a closer integration of the technology and the minutia of life. Along with this, if a gradual or sudden decline in the knowledge of those who originally created it, . i.e. through war or plague or any other number of possible things.

Any survivors or adjacent races or tribes that then unintentionally inherited the technology and could only interact with it in a set way, they would then come to the conclusion that the technology was in fact magic.

Though the talking cat was and is a shock, parrots have been known to be able to mimic and learn short phrases and snatches of speech. It then would not be to far of a leap to then deduce that the cat was made slightly more intelligent and genetically altered as evidenced by the wings.

What little magic I have seen (and experienced), could so far be attributed to advanced technology and survivors or scavengers piecing how to make it work together in order to be able to replicate the feats of ‘magic’.

Teleportation, though way beyond everything that is currently possible on earth, is theoretically possible. You just have to have a more complete understanding of quantum physics in order for the possibility as we know to exist.

Forcefields, though a little more complicated, could be explained as a more advanced and energy efficient means then what was already known and patented. A grid of intersecting lasers and a strong electromagnetic field are sandwiched together in order to create a seemingly solid piece of light. This can then be bent in upon itself with finely calibrated lenses.

The lightning, tasers.

The floating box of light was interesting, but I have seen more impressive things done by Penn and Teller.

But levels?

The only way I can think of, is an integration nanobots. Using them to create and reinforce the skeletal and muscular system: coating neurons, allowing for possibly faster reactions: creating false skin and flesh to facilitate faster healing.

Though, what would the power source be? I could speculate that the thermal energy of a living being would be possible to power them, and when not in a host they could be solar powered or charged by ambient electromagnetic waves.

Hmm, I seem to be able to think fairly clearly right now.

I think I am in shock.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

I mean I am taking all that has currently happened in stride.

Hell I am even able to hypothesize the feasibility of magic after getting sucked though a . . . wormhole? And spat out with a talking winged cat to greet me.

.. . . . . .

Did I finally crack?

Am I really here, in this space right now? Or am I still waiting for my bus and just fell asleep?

The wizard guy has been a decent sort, he did fucking electrocute me though.

Is this real?

*Smack*

Well that felt real.

Shit.

“Well then. Before we get into any contracts or any other forms of binding. You my possible future apprentice, really are a sad sight and scent.” Saying such he turns back towards the door. “I think that we both would rather have you clean and fully cognizant. Come we shall retire to my quarters and have you cleaned up and perhaps a meal to help us get into the right mindset.”

Ok. Lets take it one step at a time.

And just ignore the . . . unpleasantness of the fluids on you right now.

I fallow along and when we come to the double doors I get my first real look at them. They are made of some type of metal. Smooth and shiny they are silvery gray in color with motes of blackness every now and then. I would almost swear that they are somehow a liquid as the flecks of black seem to shift in the corner of my eyes when I am not looking directly at them. There are no knobs or otherwise to indicate how to open them.

With a wave of his hand the wizard (I really don’t know what else to call him), causes the door to slide down into the ground in a puddle. Melt would likely be a better descriptor.

He steps across the threshold and flicks his finger. His cat glides past me to his shoulder. Fuck that little beast is silent.

I take a breath and step across. Its like night and day.

The room I was in was dim and had very little light. Here in the hall that is very much not true. A vestibule about thirty feet around connects the room I just exited along with two other doors similer to what I just came from and a hallway directly across from me. It goes another twenty feet or so till another room that can just barly be seen from where I am. Three doors stand side by side each a different color blue, green and purple.

The décor of the area is nice. It is a cream colored marble along the floors and about three feet up the walls, there it meets with a dark marron ledge that runs all along the walls about six inches wide with every five feet a protuberance jutting out and up with a soft but brightly glowing blue bulb. At the end. When it would meet with the doors it instead arches up and frames the door then continues on after reaching the exact same height previously. After the ledge, it transitions into a orange gray granite that has been exceptionally polished, though it does not hurt to look at it is very bright with reflected light.

Smiling a bit at the lovely sight I breath in deep.

And immediately wish I had not.

It burns!

Oh god my lungs feel like they are on fire. And I can feel the air moving out from my lungs as it feels like I just breathed in acid.

Oh god!

My bones feel like something is drilling into them. I can feel something coating me outside and in.

My skin is at the same time dry as can be and clammy.

Why have I not passed out?

This fucking hurts.

I fell to my knees immediately after I breathed in and now my back feels like I’m trying to bend myself into a doughnut.

I try to scream, and a groan briefly escapes my lips. The wizard looks back at that and a look of horror distorts his face. It hurts worse than it looks.

Each of my teeth feel like a student dentist that had way too much caffeine and not enough sleep is drilling into all of them at the same time with a huge drill.

My eardrums feel like I just went from no pressure to 1,000 leagues under the sea.

Just when I thought it could not get any worse my eyes start to feel like someone decided they would make a decent ashtray.

How the fuck am I still conscious let alone alive?

After what feels like a thousand years, darkness. Sweet blessed oblivion.