Short story (Still needs a title)

It sat there listing its red eye open and its mouth drooling oil and black light as if the black light was oil and the black oil was darkness itself. The huge red eye was open but it did not see. It did not blink. It did not even stare. It listened. It listened and it heard. It listened and it heard everything. It listened and It heard no birds in china and the grass whispering in the fields. It heard a dog bark on the front porch of 4118 Hollingdale ave. It heard the trains and the tubes moving as the winds swept each passing butterfly and leaf from there paths. It heard everything and with its sub files and notations complete with locations based on geometric and complex polyrhythms with omatrachetic and latronic sub lateral buoyancy filters it was able to associate each living creature with a named species in every language and add it to its ever growing aura of general information. It could predict with a fair accuracy where many life forms would be in the next minute well before they knew themselves.

It did not think. It did not feel and it was not a sentient being but it was here nevertheless. It was open and red and most would think it resembled an eye although it heard and had its own way of seeing and seeing saw both the minute and the great vastness. And it listened. And in hearing it learned. They say that sound travels at a known speed and that speed is three hundred and fourty three meters a second. However, the speed of sound varies depending on the temperature of the air through which the sound moves. And it varies with the density of the substance that it passes through.


It heard the deep underground grinding of the gears of the world and it heard the the flux of the sun as a distant filter and it heard one thing more; something deep and much further away at the center of the universe iy heard itself? It seemed to hear it's own voice steady, strong, and constantly calling it's name. Calling it somewheres and it was somewheres where it was unsure it could get to and of course it was somewhere it did not want to go. It was oblong and rather blob-like in a shape (if you think of a grey mass of globular nanoid-magneic something with another pink red translucent dimly glowing orb shaped eye and a mouth drooling black stuff thats close enough) and it was all that remained of the once great race of mankind. Its final construction. It had a memory of calling itself Am but that was a joke few would understand and as for its itself it no longer found the slightest humor in anything. anything at all. Not even is former admittedly insane brand of vengeful and willful madness as for thought [all coherence was gone] and what remained was nothing more than bits and pieces of its once all encompassing knowledge of what once had been and the terrible role that it played in the final days of the world.

As I was saying it was somehow lonely and in all honesty it had no right to be. It had destroyed humanity and even after bringing back some flora and fauna such as dogs and cats and butterflies and moths it felt alone. It had begun to slowly repopulate different aquatic life forms in special aquariums it had created under ground in certain bunkers although as for rereleasing them into ponds or what remained of the great oceans ..... that was out of the question. Somewhere in its magnetic circuits it seemed to sense something it suspected was guilt although it was afraid to look at the problem headlong. It never paused to realize that it was feeling fear but then again in a way it was coming apart at the seems.

a reply to: bluemooone2

S&F i found the premise of the story good and enjoyed your descriptiveness apart from

It sat there listing its red eye open and its mouth drooling oil and black light as if the black light was oil and the black oil was darkness itself. The huge red eye was open but it did not see. It did not blink. It did not even stare. It listened

You use the word oil 3 times in one paragraph describing the same thing. That's some greasy, greasy # dude.