Mind of the Sun
Jul 11, 2020 21:42:03 GMT
Post by primalslowbro on Jul 11, 2020 21:42:03 GMT
A short fic about one of my favorite Gen III Pokemon, Solrock.
They swarm out of the star's corona as one. Born of cosmic energies and coalesced mineral clouds, they streak through the void. Unthinking, unfeeling, the red and orange shapes are carried by the solar winds towards their destination. The void cools them, and distinct features emerge. From the star that created them, a mysterious energy streams forth, collecting in the rocky bodies. The Solrock, newly separated from the Convergence, examine the blue planet ahead of them with an impassive, stony visage. They plunge into the atmosphere.
Most land in the oceans. Some hit land. One scarlet individual lands atop a mountain, its fall cushioned by a freshwater spring. The red Solrock begins to test its latent psychic abilities, spreading mental probes across the land. This landmass is full of unhappy consciousnesses, primtive beings whose minds are convoluted messes of electricity and emotion instead of the rigid, crystalline intelligence matrices of the Solrock. These creatures are in a seemingly eternal despair at the sad state of their lives. Their squishy minds are fraught with sadness, suffering, confusion, and pain. Their society is not an enlightened one like that of the Solrock, who are free of such emotional trappings. How... disappointing. Their minds are easily influenced, their existences short. What a pathetic race.
The red Solrock has sat upon the mountaintop for some time now. It could go elsewhere if it so desired, but it is content here. It is close to the sky, and the astral minerals present in these rocks please it. It is focused solely on the desire common to all Solrock: The wish to return to their cosmic progenitor. The power that created them, the power that cast them through the void, beckons to them, a call stronger than any cosmic distance. On the summer solstice, Solrock the world over rise in unison, resonating at a common frequency, singing a song of longing, of the stars, of homecoming. Their powers of levitation are not sufficient to escape this world's gravity, so here they remain. That, the Solrock hope, will change.
The scarlet being, still on its mountaintop, has discovered something. Its psychic probes have tapped two sleeping presences deep in the earth. They are beings of great power, and they are stone. Solid stone, as if petrified. The psychic probes reveal raw fury, barely contained. The fury frightens the normally cold Solrock, and it decides that these are best left alone.
A few solar cycles pass, and the Solrock's psychic sweeps have revealed something odd. In a settlement of the unhappy consciousnesses just east of the mountain, one mind unlike all others cries out. It's a young primitive, longing for another of its kind. Its mind screams for a being named Raizoh, who has gone south to work on some great machine. The Solrock probes deeper, and sees that the small creature desires to please this Raizoh. It also dreams of the stars, like the Solrock. One psychic nudge later, and this primitive, which calls itself Takao, is set to dedicate its life to pursuing the cosmos. The primitives' scientific knowledge is limited, and the work will be long. This does not trouble the red Solrock. It is patient.
Much time has gone by. The Solrock spends the years dreaming of life free of this waterlogged orb. It senses a new presence beneath the mountain it sits upon. A tribe of primitives, but possessing stronger, sharper minds that are more akin to the red-winged lizards above than their miserable brethren below. They have a shared distaste for the majority of the primitive population, and a reverence for a green presence in the sky. The red Solrock thinks. These beings cannot approach the perfection of a Solrock, but they are more deserving of this land than the unhappy consciousnesses that dominate the plains. The scarlet creature prods their minds, stoking the flames of desire. Soon, they will multiply, awaken their green deity, and rule the land. The red Solrock is pleased with itself. After all, should not the strong endeavor to help the weak? And are Solrock not the perfect lifeforms? Content with the state of things, the red being returns to its dreams, reliving its memories of its brief flight through space a thousand times over.
Across the world, a new mind catches the attention of the red Solrock. The mind of a primitive. Stuck in the dregs of lower society, this unhappy consciousness desires to change the world. It wants to rule. Others dismiss it as insane, but the red Solrock sees this creature as a kindred spirit. As it sleeps, the scarlet being extends its psychic power into the primitive's mind, giving conviction to the primitive's words and steering his thoughts. Over the weeks, the primitive gains a following, influenced by the red Solrock. More followers come. The primitive and its followers are primed for world domination, and when that is complete they will turn their eyes to the stars. Go, my Cyrus, the Solrock speaks in the primitive's dream state. Go, and make this world yours.
The red Solrock rests in its spring, eyes trained on the stars. It reflects on the ideas gleaned from the mind of the creature called Cyrus. If these primitives can have designs for their own personal utopia, should not the Solrock? Solrock are smarter and greater in every respect than these squishy organic creatures. In the back of its crystalline mind, the scarlet being begins formulating plans for the future, a future among the stars. it spends a few years on this endeavor.
A development. Some of the primitives have developed a rather clunky engine with which they intend to fly a few of their number into space. The red Solrock runs calculations that took the weaker consciousnesses years in a matter of minutes, and concludes that the design is functional. But the primitives lack a suitable power source. Their coal-powered electric generators are embarrassingly backwards. Perhaps... perhaps the energy of the sleeping presences is needed? The scarlet Solrock inserts itself into the minds of the primitives, giving them impressions on where to dig. The supercharged stones around the sleeping presences and the infinity energy they contain will do nicely for their astral ship. The ship will need a great length of time to build, and the digging itself is an undertaking. But the Solrock are patient. They are not limited by expiration dates as the primitives are. Some of them have awaited a return to the stars for millennia. A few more solar cycles won't bother them in the slightest.
A setback. For some spiritual reason, the primitives are refusing to dig at the site of the sleeping presences. It is sacred ground to them, and they are opting to collect infinity energy by other, slower means. The red Solrock is bothered, but not much. It has a contingency plan. Many years ago, it tapped a young mind with dreams of grandeur. Now, that mind is a respected scientific authority. it has no morals to obstruct its ambitions- even if those ambitions are not its own. Into the mind of Maxie the crimson being plants a reminder of his region's lore, inspiring him to chase the power of the sleeping presences. It will be several years before this primitive can access their power, but Solrock are patient. And the activities of this Maxie will expedite the release of energy from the earth for the astral shipbuilders. The red Solrock's grand designs are coming together.
Disaster. Across the sea, the primitive called Cyrus and its followers have set their sights beyond world rule. They wish to reset the universe, giving themselves a clean slate to build their new world on. An admirable goal, but anything that would threaten the perfect race of the Solrock must be exterminated. Scanning the land of the Cyrusians, the red Solrock finds two young minds asleep in a seaside town. These have great potential, as sensed by the scarlet creature on a mountain half a world away. The potential to be greater than Cyrus. Into the mind of the bolder of the two, which refers to itself as Barry, the red Solrock plants the idea of visiting a nearby lake the next day. That lake contains a powerful psychic presence, and fate will take its course. The ambitions of the Cyrusians will pose no more danger to the Solrock.
The red Solrock sits on its mountaintop. Its plans are proceeding accordingly, and it now dreams once more, this time planning for its future among the stars. It has withdrawn its psychic feelers; the constant deluge of negative thought from the miserable primitives is irritating. It is now listening in on the psychic signals of a most curious aquatic creature, beaming signal pulses towards the moon against the backdrop of a starry night. The Solrock know of the moon-dwelling Lunatone, but this star-shaped creature is an oddity. It appears to have no extraterrestrial origins, yet it has a curious obsession with celestial bodies. The scarlet Solrock makes a note that this creature is worthy of study. Its unblinking, unmoving stone face watches the stars, like it has every night since its birth.
A new presence. Above the sky, an alien mind approaches. It comes from outside of this solar system, and its body is charged with cosmic rays. But its mind is raw, untempered, and destructive. If this creature were unleashed on this world, it would surely mean the end of the primitives. Ordinarily the loss of such blatantly inferior lifeforms would not trouble the red Solrock, but the primitives must persist, at least until the Solrock have left this place. It recalls the Cyrusians, and decides it must appoint a new champion like it did in that foreign land a few years previously. Extending its consciousness once more, the scarlet creature finds a new primitive, newly arrived in this region. Within this primitive is potential similar to that of the individual known as Barry and its companion. The Solrock reaches into this primitive's head, setting them on a new path. Then it returns its attention to the primitives of the mountain, who have spent many long solar cycles preparing for a day like this one. One last psychic impulse, and their chief is driven to awaken the green presence. The champion will require a mount, and the green presence will do nicely. The red Solrock returns to its dreaming. One last series of events, and it will be free.
The alien presence has been defeated by the red Solrock's champion, who has also thwarted the ambitions of the creature called Maxie. No matter. Maxie has outlived its usefulness to the Solrock. The infinity energy has been collected by the primitives, and their astral ship is preparing to launch. One night, hundreds of Solrock converge on a single island east of the mainland. Riding the astral ship's slipstream, they soar free into space. The scarlet Solrock turns to gaze at the primitives' world one last time. It will never return to this world of emotional primitives and overabundant dihydrogen monoxide, and it isn't particularly nostalgic for the place. That world was just a footnote in the history of the Solrock.
The Solrock streak off across the black void for the first time since their births. Some, the oldest, charge straight into the sun they worship, instantly atomizing. Their consciousnesses will rejoin the Convergence, while their bodies will be recycled and used to form new Solrock. The rest follow the red Solrock across the astral sea, like a fiery arrow of red, orange, and yellow. They hurtle towards a gas planet at the edge of the solar system. The red Solrock pauses in the upper atmosphere to assess the gravity field. It is light, light enough that the Solrock can escape it and return to the stars under their own power whenever they please. Satisfied, the Solrock fly into the lower atmosphere, where there are a number of floating islands of stone. On one of the largest, the swarm settles. They immediately set to work firing beams of energy into the rock, shaping minerals and gases to form crystalline towers. Soon, the island is dominated by ivory spires. The structures are beautiful even to the cold, analytical Solrock, and the scarlet being is certain that the primitives would be envious of their society if they had the mental faculties to comprehend such perfection. In one structure, an orange orb has been erected, lit with an inner light by the psychic power of the Solrock. A temple of the sun. In another, Solrock are recording the knowledge they gained on the primitive planet on crystal sheets. The red Solrock examines the new civilization, and starts a chorus. The Solrock sing their song of the stars once more, but no longer is it a song of sadness and longing. It is a song of the glory of the Solrock, of the future they will build here. They are farther than ever from the sun they love, but somehow they feel as if they are more a part of it now than ever. The golden age of the Solrock has begun.
They swarm out of the star's corona as one. Born of cosmic energies and coalesced mineral clouds, they streak through the void. Unthinking, unfeeling, the red and orange shapes are carried by the solar winds towards their destination. The void cools them, and distinct features emerge. From the star that created them, a mysterious energy streams forth, collecting in the rocky bodies. The Solrock, newly separated from the Convergence, examine the blue planet ahead of them with an impassive, stony visage. They plunge into the atmosphere.
Most land in the oceans. Some hit land. One scarlet individual lands atop a mountain, its fall cushioned by a freshwater spring. The red Solrock begins to test its latent psychic abilities, spreading mental probes across the land. This landmass is full of unhappy consciousnesses, primtive beings whose minds are convoluted messes of electricity and emotion instead of the rigid, crystalline intelligence matrices of the Solrock. These creatures are in a seemingly eternal despair at the sad state of their lives. Their squishy minds are fraught with sadness, suffering, confusion, and pain. Their society is not an enlightened one like that of the Solrock, who are free of such emotional trappings. How... disappointing. Their minds are easily influenced, their existences short. What a pathetic race.
The red Solrock has sat upon the mountaintop for some time now. It could go elsewhere if it so desired, but it is content here. It is close to the sky, and the astral minerals present in these rocks please it. It is focused solely on the desire common to all Solrock: The wish to return to their cosmic progenitor. The power that created them, the power that cast them through the void, beckons to them, a call stronger than any cosmic distance. On the summer solstice, Solrock the world over rise in unison, resonating at a common frequency, singing a song of longing, of the stars, of homecoming. Their powers of levitation are not sufficient to escape this world's gravity, so here they remain. That, the Solrock hope, will change.
The scarlet being, still on its mountaintop, has discovered something. Its psychic probes have tapped two sleeping presences deep in the earth. They are beings of great power, and they are stone. Solid stone, as if petrified. The psychic probes reveal raw fury, barely contained. The fury frightens the normally cold Solrock, and it decides that these are best left alone.
A few solar cycles pass, and the Solrock's psychic sweeps have revealed something odd. In a settlement of the unhappy consciousnesses just east of the mountain, one mind unlike all others cries out. It's a young primitive, longing for another of its kind. Its mind screams for a being named Raizoh, who has gone south to work on some great machine. The Solrock probes deeper, and sees that the small creature desires to please this Raizoh. It also dreams of the stars, like the Solrock. One psychic nudge later, and this primitive, which calls itself Takao, is set to dedicate its life to pursuing the cosmos. The primitives' scientific knowledge is limited, and the work will be long. This does not trouble the red Solrock. It is patient.
Much time has gone by. The Solrock spends the years dreaming of life free of this waterlogged orb. It senses a new presence beneath the mountain it sits upon. A tribe of primitives, but possessing stronger, sharper minds that are more akin to the red-winged lizards above than their miserable brethren below. They have a shared distaste for the majority of the primitive population, and a reverence for a green presence in the sky. The red Solrock thinks. These beings cannot approach the perfection of a Solrock, but they are more deserving of this land than the unhappy consciousnesses that dominate the plains. The scarlet creature prods their minds, stoking the flames of desire. Soon, they will multiply, awaken their green deity, and rule the land. The red Solrock is pleased with itself. After all, should not the strong endeavor to help the weak? And are Solrock not the perfect lifeforms? Content with the state of things, the red being returns to its dreams, reliving its memories of its brief flight through space a thousand times over.
Across the world, a new mind catches the attention of the red Solrock. The mind of a primitive. Stuck in the dregs of lower society, this unhappy consciousness desires to change the world. It wants to rule. Others dismiss it as insane, but the red Solrock sees this creature as a kindred spirit. As it sleeps, the scarlet being extends its psychic power into the primitive's mind, giving conviction to the primitive's words and steering his thoughts. Over the weeks, the primitive gains a following, influenced by the red Solrock. More followers come. The primitive and its followers are primed for world domination, and when that is complete they will turn their eyes to the stars. Go, my Cyrus, the Solrock speaks in the primitive's dream state. Go, and make this world yours.
The red Solrock rests in its spring, eyes trained on the stars. It reflects on the ideas gleaned from the mind of the creature called Cyrus. If these primitives can have designs for their own personal utopia, should not the Solrock? Solrock are smarter and greater in every respect than these squishy organic creatures. In the back of its crystalline mind, the scarlet being begins formulating plans for the future, a future among the stars. it spends a few years on this endeavor.
A development. Some of the primitives have developed a rather clunky engine with which they intend to fly a few of their number into space. The red Solrock runs calculations that took the weaker consciousnesses years in a matter of minutes, and concludes that the design is functional. But the primitives lack a suitable power source. Their coal-powered electric generators are embarrassingly backwards. Perhaps... perhaps the energy of the sleeping presences is needed? The scarlet Solrock inserts itself into the minds of the primitives, giving them impressions on where to dig. The supercharged stones around the sleeping presences and the infinity energy they contain will do nicely for their astral ship. The ship will need a great length of time to build, and the digging itself is an undertaking. But the Solrock are patient. They are not limited by expiration dates as the primitives are. Some of them have awaited a return to the stars for millennia. A few more solar cycles won't bother them in the slightest.
A setback. For some spiritual reason, the primitives are refusing to dig at the site of the sleeping presences. It is sacred ground to them, and they are opting to collect infinity energy by other, slower means. The red Solrock is bothered, but not much. It has a contingency plan. Many years ago, it tapped a young mind with dreams of grandeur. Now, that mind is a respected scientific authority. it has no morals to obstruct its ambitions- even if those ambitions are not its own. Into the mind of Maxie the crimson being plants a reminder of his region's lore, inspiring him to chase the power of the sleeping presences. It will be several years before this primitive can access their power, but Solrock are patient. And the activities of this Maxie will expedite the release of energy from the earth for the astral shipbuilders. The red Solrock's grand designs are coming together.
Disaster. Across the sea, the primitive called Cyrus and its followers have set their sights beyond world rule. They wish to reset the universe, giving themselves a clean slate to build their new world on. An admirable goal, but anything that would threaten the perfect race of the Solrock must be exterminated. Scanning the land of the Cyrusians, the red Solrock finds two young minds asleep in a seaside town. These have great potential, as sensed by the scarlet creature on a mountain half a world away. The potential to be greater than Cyrus. Into the mind of the bolder of the two, which refers to itself as Barry, the red Solrock plants the idea of visiting a nearby lake the next day. That lake contains a powerful psychic presence, and fate will take its course. The ambitions of the Cyrusians will pose no more danger to the Solrock.
The red Solrock sits on its mountaintop. Its plans are proceeding accordingly, and it now dreams once more, this time planning for its future among the stars. It has withdrawn its psychic feelers; the constant deluge of negative thought from the miserable primitives is irritating. It is now listening in on the psychic signals of a most curious aquatic creature, beaming signal pulses towards the moon against the backdrop of a starry night. The Solrock know of the moon-dwelling Lunatone, but this star-shaped creature is an oddity. It appears to have no extraterrestrial origins, yet it has a curious obsession with celestial bodies. The scarlet Solrock makes a note that this creature is worthy of study. Its unblinking, unmoving stone face watches the stars, like it has every night since its birth.
A new presence. Above the sky, an alien mind approaches. It comes from outside of this solar system, and its body is charged with cosmic rays. But its mind is raw, untempered, and destructive. If this creature were unleashed on this world, it would surely mean the end of the primitives. Ordinarily the loss of such blatantly inferior lifeforms would not trouble the red Solrock, but the primitives must persist, at least until the Solrock have left this place. It recalls the Cyrusians, and decides it must appoint a new champion like it did in that foreign land a few years previously. Extending its consciousness once more, the scarlet creature finds a new primitive, newly arrived in this region. Within this primitive is potential similar to that of the individual known as Barry and its companion. The Solrock reaches into this primitive's head, setting them on a new path. Then it returns its attention to the primitives of the mountain, who have spent many long solar cycles preparing for a day like this one. One last psychic impulse, and their chief is driven to awaken the green presence. The champion will require a mount, and the green presence will do nicely. The red Solrock returns to its dreaming. One last series of events, and it will be free.
The alien presence has been defeated by the red Solrock's champion, who has also thwarted the ambitions of the creature called Maxie. No matter. Maxie has outlived its usefulness to the Solrock. The infinity energy has been collected by the primitives, and their astral ship is preparing to launch. One night, hundreds of Solrock converge on a single island east of the mainland. Riding the astral ship's slipstream, they soar free into space. The scarlet Solrock turns to gaze at the primitives' world one last time. It will never return to this world of emotional primitives and overabundant dihydrogen monoxide, and it isn't particularly nostalgic for the place. That world was just a footnote in the history of the Solrock.
The Solrock streak off across the black void for the first time since their births. Some, the oldest, charge straight into the sun they worship, instantly atomizing. Their consciousnesses will rejoin the Convergence, while their bodies will be recycled and used to form new Solrock. The rest follow the red Solrock across the astral sea, like a fiery arrow of red, orange, and yellow. They hurtle towards a gas planet at the edge of the solar system. The red Solrock pauses in the upper atmosphere to assess the gravity field. It is light, light enough that the Solrock can escape it and return to the stars under their own power whenever they please. Satisfied, the Solrock fly into the lower atmosphere, where there are a number of floating islands of stone. On one of the largest, the swarm settles. They immediately set to work firing beams of energy into the rock, shaping minerals and gases to form crystalline towers. Soon, the island is dominated by ivory spires. The structures are beautiful even to the cold, analytical Solrock, and the scarlet being is certain that the primitives would be envious of their society if they had the mental faculties to comprehend such perfection. In one structure, an orange orb has been erected, lit with an inner light by the psychic power of the Solrock. A temple of the sun. In another, Solrock are recording the knowledge they gained on the primitive planet on crystal sheets. The red Solrock examines the new civilization, and starts a chorus. The Solrock sing their song of the stars once more, but no longer is it a song of sadness and longing. It is a song of the glory of the Solrock, of the future they will build here. They are farther than ever from the sun they love, but somehow they feel as if they are more a part of it now than ever. The golden age of the Solrock has begun.
