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As Time Goes By
The hard part about having an ancient piece of sentient alien technology embedded within your body, is that when you just want to talk to it, there is no easy way to do so. The options ranged from rather esoteric, to completely insane. Jaime went with esoteric and was trying to teach himself how to perform a kind of deep level lucid dreaming...
The body they shared lay connected to a hospital bed, hooked up to wires and hoses, monitoring all vital signs, brain-wave patterns, everything.
The mind of Jaime Reyes, was in some sort of simulacrum of Ancient Egypt.
San washed against the worn walls of the city, the people moving like ghosts through the wind and grit, going about their business as if they did not notice the reddish twilight they walked in. Jaime felt every grain of sand like a tiny silicate bullet. He walked along, shouting a name. "Khaji Da! Whhere arrre yoouu!?"
All he could hear was the storm, the sand and the wind, the ages of time swishing across one another. He felt the presence of the Scarab, but could not see or hear it.
"Khaji Da! I Call to You! Hear me!"
Jaime cupped his hands around his mouth to gain volume, shouting the call across the dunes and the haunted canyons of the long-dead city.
"Did you ever wonder, Jaime, why they chose the form of a Beetle in the first place?
The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Khaji. Jaime whipped around in a circle, seeing no one. The voice had been a whisper on the wind.
They could have made it into anything. A jewel. A coin. Some sort of obelisk. But they chose a scarab. Did you never wonder why?
Jaime calmed his beating heart and stood still, trying to focus on the feelings inside, the sense of energy and life that he could sometimes attain. He felt nothing.
"I always just assumed that they wanted something common enough to avoid notoriety, but interesting enough for a human to investigate it. Egypt was the dominant culture on Earth at the time. It made sense."
No. Egypt was a backwater dung heap remnant of a much larger and more advanced culture. The people who built Atlantis were more advanced than this. The Reach chose Egypt because it was vulnerable.
Jaime slowly walked in circles, trying to feel the source of the familiar, but strange voice. It sounded like a male, like a human man in fact. But how did he know that?
"Ok. So you tell me, why did The Reach choose to make Khaji Da into the shape of a beetle?"
What if they never chose the shape at all? What if they never chose to bring him here? What if something else did?
Jaime gasped awake in the hospital bed, pulling and tugging against the wires and hoses, flooded with a sense of urgency and confusion. Nurses rushed to his side, helping to keep him from yanking out his IVs and air hoses.
Once he was extracted and calmer, he sent a quick text to Felicity Smoak.
"Must research myths about Beetles and Scarabs. ALL known cultures in the galaxy. Oldest first."
The hard part about having an ancient piece of sentient alien technology embedded within your body, is that when you just want to talk to it, there is no easy way to do so. The options ranged from rather esoteric, to completely insane. Jaime went with esoteric and was trying to teach himself how to perform a kind of deep level lucid dreaming...
The body they shared lay connected to a hospital bed, hooked up to wires and hoses, monitoring all vital signs, brain-wave patterns, everything.
The mind of Jaime Reyes, was in some sort of simulacrum of Ancient Egypt.
San washed against the worn walls of the city, the people moving like ghosts through the wind and grit, going about their business as if they did not notice the reddish twilight they walked in. Jaime felt every grain of sand like a tiny silicate bullet. He walked along, shouting a name. "Khaji Da! Whhere arrre yoouu!?"
All he could hear was the storm, the sand and the wind, the ages of time swishing across one another. He felt the presence of the Scarab, but could not see or hear it.
"Khaji Da! I Call to You! Hear me!"
Jaime cupped his hands around his mouth to gain volume, shouting the call across the dunes and the haunted canyons of the long-dead city.
"Did you ever wonder, Jaime, why they chose the form of a Beetle in the first place?
The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Khaji. Jaime whipped around in a circle, seeing no one. The voice had been a whisper on the wind.
They could have made it into anything. A jewel. A coin. Some sort of obelisk. But they chose a scarab. Did you never wonder why?
Jaime calmed his beating heart and stood still, trying to focus on the feelings inside, the sense of energy and life that he could sometimes attain. He felt nothing.
"I always just assumed that they wanted something common enough to avoid notoriety, but interesting enough for a human to investigate it. Egypt was the dominant culture on Earth at the time. It made sense."
No. Egypt was a backwater dung heap remnant of a much larger and more advanced culture. The people who built Atlantis were more advanced than this. The Reach chose Egypt because it was vulnerable.
Jaime slowly walked in circles, trying to feel the source of the familiar, but strange voice. It sounded like a male, like a human man in fact. But how did he know that?
"Ok. So you tell me, why did The Reach choose to make Khaji Da into the shape of a beetle?"
What if they never chose the shape at all? What if they never chose to bring him here? What if something else did?
Jaime gasped awake in the hospital bed, pulling and tugging against the wires and hoses, flooded with a sense of urgency and confusion. Nurses rushed to his side, helping to keep him from yanking out his IVs and air hoses.
Once he was extracted and calmer, he sent a quick text to Felicity Smoak.
"Must research myths about Beetles and Scarabs. ALL known cultures in the galaxy. Oldest first."
