{"id":434,"date":"2020-01-25T10:09:18","date_gmt":"2020-01-25T10:09:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/?p=434"},"modified":"2020-01-25T10:13:11","modified_gmt":"2020-01-25T10:13:11","slug":"writers-journal-95-scorched-earth-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/2020\/01\/25\/writers-journal-95-scorched-earth-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Writers\u2019 Journal #95 \u2013 Scorched Earth \u2013 10"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Neva cleared his throat. A usual practice of him to do so before giving a long speech. We gathered he could link the events with the idea that he was having in his mind and would offer it to us. Then the ground shook <\/span>suddenly<\/span><\/span> with such violence that we were flung about like sweets in a jar. Lights appeared on some buildings. It was as if the planet had woken up from coma.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Was it because of our venture near the pyramid? We didn\u2019t have time to discuss as we were trying to balance ourselves to reach to the exit. <\/span>Eventually<\/span><\/span>, the planet stopped shaking, and we <\/span><\/span>successfully<\/span><\/span> climbed up the ladder to the surface<\/span><\/span>. Once we were there, we sealed off the entrance as if hell was below it and gave a quick smile at each other for being alive. Then we waited for Neva for his unfinished explanation.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWell, Neva? What was it you were about to say?,\u201d said Dio, though, trying to catch his breath. <\/span>Looking at the heavy breaths taken by the rest, I wondered if I should have a word with the ship\u2019s chief doctor when I got back<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cOK, here is my 2 cents. The pyramid we saw below is it,\u201d said Neva.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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That was his explanation? The pyramid is \u201cit\u201d? What exactly is \u201cit\u201d?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou remembered when we approached the pyramid, we started hearing and seeing things that <\/span><\/span>physically<\/span><\/span> impossible<\/span><\/span>? Well, we were getting merged, if that is the right word to use.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cMerged? <\/span>You mean like <\/span><\/span>all of<\/span><\/span> us were becoming one specific entity?,\u201d I asked, still unable to make head nor tail of what he was saying<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYes. Merged. Becoming one. <\/span>All of<\/span><\/span> us were hearing each other\u2019s thoughts, seeing what the rest was looking at. We were losing our self,\u201d continued Deva. \u201cAnd that is the purpose of the pyramid. It is a conversion of many to one. It is a transportation, communication device, all in one.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Neva cleared his throat. A usual practice of him to do so before giving a long speech. We gathered he was able to link the events with the idea that he was having in his mind and was going to offer it to us. Then the ground shook suddenly with such violence that we were flung about like sweets in a jar. Lights started to appear on some of the buildings. It was as if the planet had woken up from coma.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[19,51,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-434","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","category-science-fiction","category-writers-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/434","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=434"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/434\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":439,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/434\/revisions\/439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=434"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=434"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writersjournal.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=434"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}