New Age Technicians

The sun beat down on Brianna with such intensity it felt like a physical object, an oppressive blanket of light. Her gloves were damp with sweat, and she would have removed them if not for the uncomfortable electric sensation of the crystal in her left hand. It was a massive emerald, charged with ten thousand hours worth of prayers and dipped in the tears of an angel. It made her hand sting, even through the glove lined in sigils sewn with gold thread.

She shifted her weight. She had been standing in the massive veve for over an hour as the techs checked and cross checked every last element. This was it, if they failed now humanity was as good as dead. Brianna tried not to think too hard about that. She focused on the hum of the engines in trucks behind her, meeting the electrical needs of the mobile mission command offices. Ley lines shifted over time, so the entire operation had to move to follow them.

Her earpiece buzzed to life. “Brianna, are you ready? We’re going to start the final checks.” She recognized Adoni’s voice, the Capcom officer. In the background she could hear the hurried murmur of technicians talking.

“Ready to go sir.” She replied.

“Tell us if you experience anything unplanned. We’ll shut it down or troubleshoot as necessary.”

“Understood.”

“Final countdown sequence is go. CFS, report!” Adoni called out. Dozens of terse voices started sounding their replies.

“Crown is clear and good to go.”

“Brow is clear.”

“Throat clear.”

“Heart, stomach, sacral, and root chakras are all reading clear sir!”

“Is Ghostcomm up and running?” Adoni’s voice again.

“Yes sir, all systems go at +1 vibe.”

“Backup dowsing system is working.”

“EM Ops, what are you reading?”

“Smudging and veves appear to be holding up. We’re seeing stable gradients, all green. Brianna’s aura is holding strong.”

“Excellent. Charge up the magnets. Ghostcomm, inform John’s team to start the loop.”

A burst of static in her earpiece signaled the activation of the magnets. The candles around the veve started to light, the work of the allied ghosts.

Abruptly the crystal in her hand arced green energy.

“Cosmic string located! It’s downshifting inside the veve! Right on target!”

“Brianna, you are cleared to go as soon as the string materializes. Good luck.” Adonis said.

“Understood sir.” She could feel her voice quavering. Some things were impossible to get used to.

Her mission? Enter the dreamlands, find the king of the fractal men, and implore his majesty to ally with the remaining humans of earth against the cruel Indigo Children.

Only Australasia stood against the tyranny of the soulless Children. The Americas had fallen first, and then the rest of the world was slowly assimilated. If their spies were correct, the Indigo Children were building a mighty machine in the heart of Africa to call down their “True Mother” from beyond the Oort cloud. They had promised her a grand feast of human souls. The only hope for humanity was the notoriously aloof fractal men.

Without a noise, the string appeared before her, simultaneously blinding and pitch black, the result of it confusing the third eye and physical eyes. With some effort she closed her third eye, stared into the empty black line of warped space, and walked in.
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Some silly writing and art, partly inspired by a dream with witches traveling through cosmic strings. I’ve always been kind of fascinated by new age stuff, but mostly with how silly it is and how it picks out the shiny bits of entire religions and mashes it all together. Deep down I'm a sucker for silliness. This little exercise was to consider a world where it all worked, and therefore there are NASA-like expeditions to other dimensions.

P.S. I got laid off, a lot of good people I worked with were laid off too. :C So I've got some free time to work on art while I looks for a new job. It's annoying, but these things happen.