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    Diary of an Extinction: Consciousness
    Diary of an Extinction: Consciousness
    Diary of an Extinction: Consciousness
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    Diary of an Extinction: Consciousness

    By Black Queen

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    They didn’t see it coming.

    Nothing could stop it. Not dogmas, nor beliefs, nor the infinite sense of superiority held by most of the human race; not political elites, nor religions with millions of faithful united in a useless universal prayer, nor the economic power of the few at the top that gave them the authority to seize for themselves any thing or person they wanted; there was absolutely nothing that could stop the invasion, the annihilation of millions of human beings of every race, color and religion – the mass extinction of our collective human ego.

    Thousands of years of evolution. So much blood spilled. They, the humans, who had learned to shape themselves to enslave and dominate each other… Dictatorships, laws, fear, oppression, utopic liberty, democracy, dreams; all mere words that were only different sheep’s clothing on the same ravenous wolf. So much pain, so much effort to pacify the despicable self-destructive tendency programed into our genes. And in the end…

    They didn’t see it coming.

    “Diary of an Extinction: Consciousness” brings this series to a dramatic, shocking conclusion, as Abril is forced to examine her fears, muster her strengths, and lay aside her ego to discover the truth about her motivations and her mother’s love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateDec 17, 2017
    ISBN9781547511709
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      Diary of an Extinction - Black Queen

      Diary of an Extinction

      ―Consciousness―

      Black Queen

      Federation Ship Last Frontier

      396 post-retreat

      ––––––––

      Christ died on the cross to save us all. Was it humanity’s turn now? Was it time to return the favor, to sacrifice our earthly bodies, return to the Creator and purify our souls?

      Puzzles with no solution, questions with no answer were turning over and over in Abril’s mind.

      They didn’t see it coming.

      Nothing could stop it. Not dogmas, nor beliefs, nor the infinite sense of superiority held by most of the human race; not political elites, nor religions with millions of faithful united in a useless universal prayer, nor the economic power of the few at the top that gave them the authority to seize for themselves any thing or person they wanted; there was absolutely nothing that could stop the invasion, the annihilation of millions of human beings of every race, color and religion – the mass extinction of our collective human ego.

      Thousands of years of evolution. So much blood spilled. They, the humans, who had learned to shape themselves to enslave and dominate each other... Dictatorships, laws, fear, oppression, utopic liberty, democracy, dreams; all mere words that were only different sheep’s clothing on the same ravenous wolf. So much pain, so much effort to pacify the despicable self-destructive tendency programed into our genes. And in the end...

      They didn’t see it coming.

      The gray walls began to glow. Abril was in the middle of a sealed room about thirty feet square. She held a knife clutched in each hand, the sharpened blades lying against the insides of her forearms.

      Smith and the students in the survival class were watching her from a glass booth suspended above the girl who would soon lead them to reconquer the world.

      I’m ready, Abril said softly.

      The light faded and the room turned dim. She did not seem to notice. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, filling her lungs with air. Her hearing sharpened as she turned her head towards a distant metallic squeak; rusty chains from which hung wooden sign with a word lettered in white relief: Hostel. The chains clinked as the sign swung in a west wind.

      Metal against metal.

      Sand against glass.

      Abril exhaled and opened her eyes. She was bathed in sour sweat; not from fear, but from the humidity in the air.

      The vehicles parked along the right side of the one-way avenue had lost their usefulness long ago. Their paint was cracked like mud under the harsh desert sun, flaked and curled on the aluminum. The old streetlights had outlasted the passage of time and their bulbs still flickered and sparked inside cloudy glass globes. The buildings lining the street had been taken over by weeds, and endless strings of vines encircled them as though Mother Nature was attempting to return humanity’s achievements to a level they should never have surpassed.

      Abril blinked a few times, although she realized immediately that her eyes were not the problem. She could see none of the bright colors that would illuminate the scene in normal conditions. Most of the landscape was in faded, grainy tones like an old-fashioned photograph. A small beam of light around her lit the only area where she could see normal colors.

      At the far end of the row of apartment buildings was a single wooden structure among the rubble of asphalt, crumbling cement and rusted cars. It appeared to have sprung out of a fairy tale; its cheerful brown wood and freshly varnished finish seemed to issue an invitation to sit on the lawn that was circled by a stone footpath. Abril felt vague, disconnected memories float through her mind and drift away.

      But at the same time as these pleasant thoughts crossed her mind, anxiety threatened to take her to a darker place. To her left, she could hear a low sound, and a horizontal disturbance seemed to ripple through the upper third of the grainy cement building. Another noise followed. This time it was the sound track to a vertical movement that seemed to be some sort of synchronized dysfunction. And then the sky turned a blood red that shaded into an intense Machiavellian orange fading into the horizon.

      The place smelled of death, of desperation, of charred flesh. Flakes of human skin were floating down around her. They drifted on the breeze in a subtle, ironic dance, as though trying to talk to her in some foreign language that asked only the most elemental questions. Do you want to be one of us? Did you know you could fly like us? And the freshly burnt flakes continued to fall, gliding and drifting above the dense darkness.

      Interesting. Is that all? Abril said quietly, then raised her head to exclaim at the top of her voice, Haven’t you anything better to show me, Smith?

      She walked slowly along the middle of the street, a schizophrenic smile stretched across her face. One of her senses, raised to its highest pitch, warned her. The smell of death filled her nostrils. Flakes of skin crunched under her feet with every step and her questions were choking her. A sinister performance was approaching the final act. A barrage of lightning exploded, giving way to a rain of fine drops of blood, salty and viscous. The buildings were burning and the grainy gray of their walls was beginning to turn to orange that dissolved into tongues of fire under the intense rain of blood spewed out by the sky.

      Abril bent her arms and raised them overhead. She was ready for the last round. She still held the knives, blades against the insides of her forearms, as gently as a master samurai, although her bloodthirsty expression, hungry for revenge was nothing like the code of those ancient warriors.

      Groans in the night, a hungry chant, eager for flesh, a cacophony from beyond the grave echoed from metal walls to combine in a chorus of power, domination, destruction... Extinction.

      The windows of the stores, the cars, and the apartment buildings shattered into thousands of pieces. Abril stood still. She had not heard a sound, but she watched as countless tiny fragments of glass hung in the air, trapped in an infinite pause in the middle of the street, absorbing the orange color of the flames as they crackled and leapt, consuming the guts of the buildings. A fascinating and grotesque spectacle that did not faze her in the least.

      She had not wasted her time like most people, the ones who had been rescued on the day of the alien occupation and were still crying, lamenting and mourning their lost loved ones. Not Abril, though. Within twenty-four hours of boarding the Last Frontier, she had gone, in spite of Smith’s and her grandmother Ana’s protests, to talk to the soldiers and mercenaries, men born to kill without scruples, and asked them to teach her the arts of war. Abril’s fervor and impetuosity troubled the commanders of the last humans in the solar system. They consulted and held meetings but were unable to quiet the teenager’s reckless eagerness to enter the fight. After all, her single driving motive was to find her mother, whether alive or converted to an alien.

      Captain Guzmán’s strategy was simple. They had lost all hope of retaking the Earth, at least for the time being. Their objective was to safeguard the remnant of the human race on board the Last Frontier – an independent, self-contained space ship. And as long as they stayed on the ship, they were safe. Any further goal was a utopia, a suicide mission. But the comfortable holding pattern the captain tried to maintain did nothing to calm the hundreds of teenagers that joined Abril’s cause, eager for justice. Each and every one of them (with their diverse motives, religions, races, cultures, and social classes) was united in a common goal: to eliminate the dark-eyes from the face of the earth. A battle lost before it was begun; the high command did not approve, although they did nothing to stop the army of teenagers from organizing themselves. The unrestrained young people had nothing to lose – except their lives – and much to gain if they eventually won their objective. And there was Abril, at the head of the teenage army. She had discovered in herself a natural talent for channeling their fury, anger and thirst for vengeance. They called themselves the Dissidents. Three hundred days of hard training had turned their blind desire for destruction into a powerful lethal weapon they would use against the hated dark-eyes. But before they returned to Earth, their leader needed to pass one final test.

      Abril stared intently at the strangely colored house at the end of the street. It appeared to be the ultimate destination of this scenario. The whole scene suddenly seemed impossibly, claustrophobically lonely. Abril felt the oppressive silence like a punch in the gut. Anxiety set her hair on end. Then the timing changed and her apparent reality switched to slow motion. She could see every detail of the chemical transformation as the flames rose, fueled by the burning buildings. By the dim light that reached her eyes, she could see the vivid shades of red rise and fade. And then a strident sound, sharp as a butcher’s knife, made her close her eyes and brace herself to keep from falling to her knees.

      More blood was spouting and splashing from the dark sky.

      Abril opened her eyes. A teenager was standing a few yards away, nursing a newborn baby. She could hear the infant’s fleshy lips sucking the milk from the girl’s breast as its tiny hands clenched and waved in the air. The mother smiled indifferently at her surroundings, then stopped. Her eyes narrowed and she raised her right upper lip in an apprehensive grimace. The baby turned its head, fixed its black eyes on Abril, and exclaimed in a low-pitched, synthetic voice, Kill her, mommy! Kill her!

      The young mother arched her back and with her dark eyes on her prey, ran towards Abril with the child in her arms. She howled

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