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The Last Nukyi: Fear Cosmic Annihilation

  by

  Paul J. Bagnell

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  The Last Nukyi: Fear Cosmic Annihilation

  This ebook-in-publication data/copy is on file with the Library of Congress.

  ISBN: 978-0-9866159-2-4

  Copyright 2013.TM by Paul J. Bagnell

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  The Last Nukyi

  Book One

  Fear Cosmic Annihilation

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SEGMENT ONE: THE MIND-CRASH AFFLICTION

  C1: CONNECT TO EARTH

  C2: CARRAVECKY & SONS

  C3: ROPED INTO A MIND-CRASH

  C4: HOT YET FROSTY

  C5: UNLOCK THE NUKYI

  C6: BAD CORPORATE FUNDAMENTALS

  C7: HOT WAR UNLEASHED

  C8: YOUR SECRET IS TOLD

  C9: SUIT ME UP ’N SEND ME OUT

  C10: ACCEPT OR SUBMIT

  C11: KISS ME I’M BAD

  C12: A ROOF OF FRIGHT

  C13: MET YOU ON THE MOUNTAIN

  C14: DON’T MOVE - YOUR HEAD’S NEXT

  C15: WAKE UP I’M DYING

  C16: WORLD OF INFERNO

  C17: DATA DRIVE ME IN

  C18: PACK ME SOME CASH

  C19: SHOT OF REALITY

  C20: I’M WATCHING YOU

  C21: KNOCKED INTO A DREAM

  SEGMENT ONE: THE MIND-CRASH AFFLICTION

  Chapter 1: CONNECT TO EARTH

  A punishing blast of energy smashed through the roof of Tom Bronze’s house as he lay in a dead sleep. The ghastly explosion showered incinerated debris throughout his bedroom as an aggressive light wave pulsated with coded bursts of radiation, which, seemingly, emitted a murky haze that crawled from the ceiling and settled on the floor like a thick, grey, woolen blanket.

  This beyond-world beam, apparently, paralyzed Tom’s human physiology while this unknown cosmic invader probed the fragmented depths of the earthling’s mind, a proficient technology which triggered a genetic transformation that instantly hyper-altered every cell in Tom’s mortal matrix. His feeble body grew strong as strands of sinuous, steel-like muscles swelled beneath the skin.

  Imprisoned by his reconfigured neural network, he was mentally bombarded with unexplainable images of himself transported beyond his mortal existence as he stood by a hellish fire of peat encased in a pit of crumbling mortar and burnt stone. Heat and smoke rose into the stagnant atmosphere. He wiped the clammy sweat from his brow and whispered, “How can this be? These flames are burning hot.”

  Suddenly, Tom was startled by a shrill voice that made his skin shiver. He shifted his eyes from the fire to the darkness. He tried to grasp reality; however he realized this was just another unspeakable nightmare. Was it a dream or was it real? Did an angel or a demon or an unknown force from beyond induce this hideous voice? He felt desperately insecure.

  In the near distance, Tom saw an immense figure that idled in a wall of fog. He tried to back away, but his muscles seemed frozen. Then, out of the murky hold, the massive body drew closer. In a big, crunchy voice it said, “I come searching for a great champion.”

  A warm breeze crossed Tom’s face like a cloud of sour-tasting vapour that left a weakness in the pit of his stomach, partially restricting his vocal cords. “What do you want with me?” he replied cowardly.

  “I am The Be-Ing. I am an interdimensional life form sent to search for you, the powerful space soldier you were in your previous existence.”

  Tom was speechless. The only movement came from the whites of his eyes as he gazed into the fire and searched for an answer. He saw nothing but glowing cinders and spiking flames. Its warmth radiated from the burn, the true link between the forces of good and evil--forces which constantly battle in equalizing clashes, in constant conflict in the universe, yet restrained by the world of Line-Cross, a dimensional void which separates the pure from the impure.

  A soupy knee-high mist settled on the ground and created an eeriness that further shrouded the landscape. Tom retched to inhale but almost choked on his dry, swollen tongue while the thick fog hung in the air and clung to his skin like a rotten carcass.

  The sky grumbled as smoke spewed from the pit and discharged a fine dusting of ash that filtered down like grey snowflakes. The Be-Ing’s voice rumbled with the powers of the unholy, yet it gracefully extended its hands upward, and a beautiful spectrum beamed out from the tips of its fingers.

  Tom was awed as he watched the energy flow into the darkness momentarily illuminating the dead sky, which revealed the dead landscape and its lanky trees with wiry limbs, which knotted into a demonic bulk but seemed to embrace him like his mother’s cradling arms. Immediately, the deprived atmosphere reminded him of when he was lost in the dark, northern forest of Washington State during his early childhood but remembered he wasn’t frightened.

  Tom blinked hard, an attempt to force the imagery from his eyes. The darkness receded like a clap of thunder and brought forth the clarity of this strange world. He collapsed to one knee and instinctively cupped a handful of soil and felt the damp texture of the loam between his fingers. This convinced him that this was no psychotic illusion. He stood and sifted the dirt from his palm to the ground. His eyes were fixed on The Be-Ing’s seven-foot-plus, two-ton mass as it hunched in front of him. Its body was sheathed with a jagged, rock-like exterior, which obviously served as protective armour.

  Tom observed the creature’s mountainous head and torso, shouldered with thick tube-like arms capped with solid hands. Its fingers measured as big around as a man’s wrist, which, apparently, could mangle steel or gingerly crack an egg and were stretched out like sticks of potent TNT. Its powerful pipe-like legs with oval cupped feet impressively secured its immovable footing. The Be-Ing’s overall demeanour appeared evil, yet it seemed to possess a virtuous elegance.

  “Fem-Be-Kyi,” The Be-Ing called in the form of a mystic spell; then it revealed its ultimate purpose for contacting the new arrival. “You must concentrate. I come from a place where mortals do not exist. Immortality is beyond the comprehension of humans. What I seek is your soul’s capacity for life and the inter-powers of your mind. It is this which must be rediscovered and nurtured within you.”

  “Yes,” Tom mouthed willingly, as if chemically entranced.

  “There is a world inhabited with life forms in a distant galaxy, billions of light years from planet earth. They are the ones who need the mighty space soldier hailed a Nukyi Salient. The Galaxy of Voge and God of Hege is the place of your Armageddon.

  “Your preparation will be rigorous and will require every ounce of strength your mind, body and soul can sustain. You must endure pain and fight the destructive forces of evil if you are to save yourself from annihilation.”

  Tom gulped hard. “Why do you call me a Nukyi?”

  “The honour has been bestowed, it cannot be withdrawn.”

  “Why?”

  The Be-Ing shifted its mass to one side. “You are who you are: a Nukyi Salient; and that cannot be changed.”

  “Then, if so, how do you propose to send me on this infinite journey?” Tom asked inquisitively.

  “The journey of a soul begins where infinity ends.”

  “I don’t understand your mystic logic.”

  “You must open your mind to the impossible.”

  “How is that done in this world?”

  “I shall teach you what is required.”

  “This is just a mental hoax; none of this is real, just a dream--not to worry.”

  “I am real and you are real, and there is no escaping your destiny. It is the way it is.”

  “If you’re real,
like you say you are, then convince me and tell me more.”

  “Soon your quest shall be defined. For now, close your eyes and return. Soon we will meet again, in another dream.”

  “I must know! When will that be?” Tom shouted into the dead sky.

  “Soon!” The Be-Ing roared, as a cloud of vapour sealed it in a whirling vortex and carried its massive body through an energy portal and into the abnormal beyond.