The void

I’ve been a drift in this void for what seems like days. Our vessel’s decent down into this maw of the world seems like a faint memory. So long ago did we three men of science plunge down into the cruel waters that are the sea.  In search of what may rest at its bottom.  So little we know of the sea’s depths. It has taken us so many years to develop the technology that it has taken to craft �" The Lotus, what seems now like my coffin was once the greatest marvel my eye could behold. A submarine that can with stand the oceans bottom. Such a marvel made my heart swell as Id helped make it. It seems ironic to me that I have crafted this the instrument of my own destruction.  It all began after the first day of our slow creeping down into the dark reaches of the ocean.  The bright world above was at our backs waving us on into our seemingly heroic cause. To learn and further science that was our goal. What we got was knowledge…and not of anything we’d wanted. The darkness surrounded us  soon… on every side lay nothing but blackness the soft glow of luminescence occasionally gleaming  here or there taunting the eye with the occasional glance of some creature from ones nightmares. Beauty matters not in a world bathed in darkness. That is not to say this world was without beauty. The creatures in their own light bore some strange beauty to my eyes. In the rareity of their existence I found beauty in them. Their glowing shrouds of lumenesence sending ones mind into an awe of wonder. The awe of these creatures was short lived as was their time with us in our decent. Down, down down we traveled the sea seeming to stretch for longer then my mind could fathom. For a brief moment I pondered a moment my decision to come on this venture. It though was quickly forgotten as I reminded my self the value of this experience and how it would benefit the science community. Yes…that was it , for the greater good… Into the maw of oblivion our vessel plunged . at these depths the waters seemed to be forsaken of life. Seeming more like oil then water as all was black the lights from our ship occasionally highlighting some grain of sediment or bit of bizarre plant material.  I felt so Isolated in this small iron shell that was the Locus.. With only two other souls to my cause…with me against the world out side that waited so eagerly to kill me. The three of us rarely talked. Asking for a reading from an instrument or the occasional summation of the days research when we took our nourishment.  I longed for the world above in the back of my mind…Wondering how long I had really been gone as time was bereft of me any more with no sign of light or day in this world of night. It was of no great wonder that my heart skipped a beat when our sonar blipped  that something was near. I quickly ran to the front of our vesse my fingers  dancing over dials and knobs  to bring to life all of the cameras that lay positioned about the Lotus’s hull the small ship turning into a blossom of life  but nothing showed on any of our screens say for the glow of our own light . Something had to be there the sensors had gone mad…had I imagined it…had no one else heard. I snuffed out the cameras and returned to my work at the small table  that id been working at before feigning my previous delirium over a lack of sleep I sank deep into my work my other scientist ship mates retiring to their beds whilest I peered out into the abyss, its vastness gave me strange comfort a feeling of calm about its unending glory. To know something greater then oneself is to know true humility. It is also said though that he who stares into the abyss often hollows the abyss out of himself.  I know this to be true now. The temporary sanity I gained from this seems hardly worth it now.  I am not sure how long we have been going.

It wasn’t soon after every one had retired that our instruments went wild the ship insheathed  in a film of red as our hull groaned our ship was at its maximum capacity I shivered slightly inside as I looked out into the ground floor of the ocean its expansive platue like look was seemingly plain but I could see off in the distance that there was more .  I spoke of my visions to my fellow scientist and they agreed that we would press foreward towards these anomalies.  So close we were to these formations that I could make out their outline it seemed aged and perhaps damaged a large metallic mass… our lights revealed that  it was a vessel like ours though so foreign  so strange… I wished so direly that I could pull it with in our ship So I could examine it…could this be eveidence of other life or perhaps something more…something even more profound.

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[Scriptor]

This story has a good premise; however it is a little disjointed to read. It is set-up to capture a persons thinking pattern, which is very creative, but like many thinking patterns we all express it is disjointed and hard to follow. When reading, everything needs to flow, even when we follow someone into madness or extreme pleasure. Don't worry though. I've been working on this very problem myself. It is hard not to want to delve within the psyche and place it on paper. You have a good start at something unique