Salvage Merc One_The Daedalus System by Jake Bible

Author:Jake Bible [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781925493337
Amazon: 1925493334
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2016-05-28T07:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

The transformation did something to me. I guess that’s why they call it a transformation. I was transformed. But you get that.

The hooves, the horns, the long, bullish snout, the huge teeth, the thick, hairy hide, and the nose ring (seriously?), that was all physical. I could have paid a crud ton of chits to an alloy surgeon and been transformed the same way. Even my battle legs had become flesh and bone, which made no sense at all, but it was what it was.

No, the big transformation was my mind. I’d been dealing with the anger, the rage, the irritation at Mgurn, the annoyance with every single damn thing that was set before me. Life, and all its inhabitants, were gnats. Infuriatingly small and constantly buzzing around my brain. They got in my eyes, my nose, my ears, my mouth. They never stopped, an unceasing assault on my soul.

All I wanted was peace, and the gnats wouldn’t let that happen.

I wanted to hide away somewhere, a place of calm and stillness. The anger in me was set to boil, a rumbling, never ending conflict within. It was exhausting. I felt that. My brain—my Minotaur’s brain—just wanted it to all go away.

That was the key: for it all to go away.

As the transformation took me, I had an epiphany. It was short-lived since a bull’s attention span is not exactly on the scale of a marathon, more like a very short sprint. My epiphany was that all of my bull anger centered on the fact that I couldn’t find peace. I couldn’t get away from the irritations and mental gnats. I couldn’t flee my own mind, but was forced to rethink every single thought, over and over and over. Probably because of the short attention span, so each thought was new again in like thirty seconds.

It all came down to the fact that bull Joe, the Mighty Minotaur, needed alone time, and no one would let him have it. No one would let me have it. I couldn’t hide even though my soul sang out for sanctuary from life and everything that went with it.

How was this a transformation? How was this different than person Joe? From Salvage Merc One Joe? Because I had all that as Salvage Merc One. I had isolation and peace. No one remembered who I was. Only Mgurn and the Bosses knew me. As far as the rest of the galaxy was concerned, I didn’t exist. I was a non-person.

Joe Laribeau was dead, and Salvage Merc One was a legend told over beers and dismissive laughter.

The Minotaur wanted what I already had, and it would not be stopped. It dug into my psyche and nested itself right there, taking root and establishing its territory. Not that Minotaurs have roots or anything; they don’t. It was a metaphor. A bad one. There’s a reason bulls aren’t storytellers.

Joe and the Minotaur. The Minotaur and Joe. It was an epic battle for supremacy, and that battle took place all along my synaptic highways and byways.

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