AN: I do not own any part of the Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri universe except the crazy ideas I may write about for your viewing pleasure.
Deidre Skye Brianbacks. A woman born on the outskirts of Manchester, she was a woman who cared for the planet; indeed, she cared for all living things in the cosmos. The Planet she could practically feel wilt beneath her feet by the wayward ways of men. Those who rose to power on the backs of their fellow man, and then swept their arm across their breast as if they could command the natural world around them.
Deidre looked down at the broken man beneath her. He had been like every other man before her. He had come to power as a boy. He was now leaving that power. He could no longer control it. His mind was broken by the ways it split. His body was broken by her own hand. Ten years she had spent on the sight beneath her feet. Ten years since that day. She had rewrapped him around her finger and had done everything, even break the finger itself to shatter him!
For it was he, who like other men, had grabbed the world by his hands in the attempt to carry it beyond the madness it had created in itself. He had had ideals and beliefs. He had had the power to make mighty powers crumble with a sweep of his hand. He had had the power to make women swoon, even those who had foregone the pleasure of their body or the pleasure of men. He had had the power to take bits and ends of string and wire to forge glorious monuments to the mammal called Homosapien's Triumph.
But he had long since forgotten the boy of his ideals. She saw that in him. He was not quite the man he had once been. He had fallen in love with his projects. He had become engrossed in the secrets of the universe. He had become awed by the splendor of the incomprehensible. He had become clever as a fox in the arts of politics. For all the ways of human life, the seven acts we play as men, he had played them all with flying colors.
He had taken 10,000 men and women and children and forged the greatest, shining achievement of man to ever exist. He had built walls that made the Great Wall of earthen China seem like a sand castle. He had fought wars with mighty empires, merely using tactics and even children and barely lost a man amongst them. He had gathered the heart and mind and soul of what made man, man, and morphed it into an utopia. In short, he had taken heaven by the balls and cast it asunder into the plains below him.
But he was not God. His name was Mogul Brianbacks. He had been born on the outside of a city in the United States called Indianapolis. He had once been the child of a bigamist and a poor girl who had been too young to understand the implications of her actions. He had once been an extraordinary chef. He had sneaked upon the salvation of man and cooked his way into an after-life of the dream called Earth.
Yet here he was, broken minded, broken bodied, and still not yet broken in spirit. It was the thing she had loved about him, and she could feel, even now, the lash in her heart it caused to see him like this: bloody, an arm missing, his legs ground like dust. His mouth parting and opening to spout babble at her from the two mirror images in his mind: his split personality. Yet within it all, she could see the man she had fallen in love with. The strong and resilient man who cared with all his heart for the well being of his fellow man. The one who had gathered 10,000 miserable men and women and children and eased them from poverty and madness into true happiness.
She turned around to gaze at the longing images he had kept in this room: his room of peace, his room of solitude. Where he collected the pieces that had chipped off and rebuilt himself. All around, were images of her, of them. Their wedding, days in the field, the day they had discovered what the fungal blooms were really doing. She even saw a picture she could not recognize. An image of her when she had been first crossing the sea of the stars on the Unity. How he had saved it for, centuries, was beyond her. But his love for her was obvious.
Her eyes hardened, that was why she had to do this. For all of his greatest plans. For all of the eudomonia he had presented to the world, and joined hands together, he was a product of his own creation. He was just as evil as his father, and as innocent as his unwilling mother. Both of whom had died many, many years ago in the ashes of Earth, and yet still lingered within the soul of her beloved.
She turned again to look at him, and saw, not to her astonishment, the one and only Mogul Brianbacks using his only arm to slowly pull himself up. Despite the pain she'd inflicted upon his body and mind and soul, he could find the power within himself to stand. Or rather, to pull himself up. He winced but he did not cry.
She could feel it within herself, the Planet cried for his destruction. No matter how she had tried to reason through the pain of Mogul's betraying her, and the pressing desperation of the Planet, she could not forestall forever. It had taken ten years, but her own madness had broken through. The Planet, as a collected pysche, must know better than her. A poor pitiful woman who had been betrayed.
She took the antimatter-pistol in hand, something meant for executions. Leveled it as his head, her arms shaking. She didn't want to kill him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and kiss his worries away. To eradicate the pain he felt right now. But knew she could never return to that. Not after seeing his questioning gaze right before she had missed his heart and sliced his arm off.
Now, he stood as best he could. He stood there staring at her, already knowing her decision. But even for all his greatness she could see the wheels turning in his head. He couldn't fathom why. It was beyond him to be illogical. That was just his way...the way of his parents before him. Cold calculation with pure innocence.
In the background the sounds of rumbling and screams of horror could be heard. People were dieing as the two of them stood there and decided without words whether man should continue or not. For only Mogul Brianbacks had the skills and power to salvage man together. He had been planning to leave the destruction behind. To escape to one of the half terraformed moons where green plains could be seen for kilometers. Where the oxygen was just thick enough to breath, and mild enough to not burn or sting the lungs.
Yet Deidre could not allow that. She could not allow man to continue on with his madness. His ups and downs of preserve and destroy. Create and wither. In her heart, she wanted nothing more than to wrap him in her arms and move there with him to that moon, and grow old together through eternity.
The loud ringing that clashed against her ears ended any such dreams. Such, foolish dreams. He stood there, a moment or two longer, as blood ran down his forehead, before he fell back. Dead before he could blink, but defiant to the end.
In those few moments sanity called out to Deidre and she looked, almost innocently, at the sight before her. It was then she felt the presence of the Planet leave her. And it was then the screaming stopped. And it was then that the rumbling stopped. In the calm that comes before the storm, Deidre stood up straight, turned around, and saw a single tiny mindworm there in the doorway.
It looked inquisitively up at her, as if assessing her. Was she too worthy to live? Her sense of self-preservation was smashed into bits as she felt the psi waves assaulting her mind. She didn't bother to ward it off. There were too many. Billions, if not trillions of mindworms swarmed around her in a sea of psi waves. It was all she could do to keep from scratching her eyes out, or stabbing herself to death.
And in a moment, she felt nothing. She heard nothing, smelled nothing, tasted nothing, or even saw anything. She was simply no longer. Her body and mind torn to pieces by the mindworms.
It had taken a long time, but the mindworms had gotten the invaders out. Even destroyed their greastest enemy and ally, Mogul Brianbacks. They'd continue to do so too, to all those that didn't care for the fungal blooms and their orgasmic ways.
AN: December 6th, 2011: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy the time and effort I'm taking to crank out these edits for you. I'm not exactly working on what I keep telling people I'll be working on like Tails Combined or A Tale of History, but I'm still preparing for my finals this week in addition to my son's first birthday on the 10th. Phew!
Anyway, I invite you to be very thankful for these edits at all and review! Reviews help feed my efforts to drag my aging ass out of bed and write these for you guys.
I don't care for flames, but I read them anyway.
AN2: If you guys want to read the sequel to this story there are two chronologically. There is either After Mogul or Divine Intervention. After Mogul explores what would happen after Mogul dies. Divine Intervention takes a different idea and replants Mogul into a different past to try and bring humanity to peaks of heaven once more. For more information about the Brianback Series, look it up on my profile.
I know hardly anyone reads my profile (which wouldn't matter since it's out of date anyway), so I have posted these following announcements in all of my stories to let you formally know that I will be attempting to write chapters for most of my stories once again. I cannot guarantee anything, but I am most willing to make the effort.
That's the important part. Here come the details (your queue to leave if you want).
Reasons Why I Haven't Been Writing:
Well…geez, put me on the spot without time for cookies or milk. I haven't been writing mostly because of the combined dedications my life has required of me. In the time since I wrote Memoirs of a Time Traveler I have done the following things, each further complicating my life as a burgeoning adult:
1. Began a polyamorous relationship.
2. Managed to get my girlfriend of five years pregnant.
3. Fought with the parents of the newest member of our 'Triad' in the Triangular relationship.
4. Finally given up the idea of trying to treat both of my girlfriends equal in public status and married my pregnant girlfriend (to avoid the evil state of Indiana's bureaucracy).
5. Had my mother-in-law move in to help us with bills.
6. Had a child whom we call Alex.
7. Managed to obtain a 35 hour job (which previously had been 20 hours since after #3 but before #4).
8. Have continued my undergraduate education throughout the entire process.
Reasons Why I Will Begin Writing Anew:
These are the reasons why I'm more optimistic about a renewed writing!
1. Resigned from my job since my boss is a douche and was probably going to fire me anyway.
2. Finals are over!
3. Looking for another job and taking care of Alex, but still plenty of free time from the additional hours (some 70 in my week) which have been freed up recently.
4. Because I hate to see 'abandoned' on my stories!
I look forward to presenting everyone with wonderful new material on old ideas. Let it be known, however, that not all of my lack of posting is from a lack of writing. I have written three chapters for various stories when my computer crashed around seven months ago. Don't blame me, blame the elves.
So, without further ado, I bid you welcome into a new age of writing by Ultimagu.