In his many tours of duty in several of the more recent wars against the The Morphoids, a rather persistent interstellar plague, Blueneck also learned the many ways necessary of how to kill all sorts of creatures of different shapes and biologies. As you probably know, an adult stage Morphoid can take any physical form that matches its mass. This distinguished them from Because’s species, who’s psychic appearance of transformation was merely limited to what the observer’s mind can come up with – luckily Gnarloshifters are generally not nearly so dangerous – unlike Morphoids – those were a real threat, swarming whole worlds when they built up a critical population. A Gnarloshifter was more of a one enemy at a time type.
Yes, the topic of killing too was a favorite topic of Blueneck. This was also something Because would get into when he was there to run the purifying systems and shields which maintained our protection from the various excretions the Siliconoids were wont to produce.
Yeah, I figured I’d throw in a few more details about The Morphoids, as well as add some more background for old Blueneck. Again, character building and world building, and this provided, again, more stress for our POV character, and a rational for the advancement of the plot and realization that testing his primal directive was maybe not a good idea.
As I noted, madness is not something that should be easily dropped on a character. What’s the fun in that, eh? It’s more interesting to attack a psychology from various different angles to see how a persona will crack a little here and there. Mind you, it’s not such a good idea to pull this sort of thing in real life, as actual people are a little more complex and unpredictable.
Not to mention that a character in a story can’t really do much to you, as the writer, in response. They pretty much have to take whatever you throw at them. Of course, as a writer, the trick is to not make torturing a character the goal of your writing. That’s just masturbatory, really.
Again this sort of thing filtered through my receivers and there were moments of violent exultation when I experienced totally alien to my person and species experiences. Some times I couldn’t even do my job, I’m sad to say. They were certainly an enthusiastic pair, if nothing else.
It was such a rush at times which, after I was psychologically compelled to refocus on my personal bodily existence, that my mind dropped into a set of alien imagery where I couldn’t tell exactly what information the two were exchanging. What can I say, I couldn’t resist forever. I’m sure any consentient would have eventually let its psychological walls down for a moment, just to see what the two of them were so enthusiastically excited about.
I was experiencing the approach towards a medium sized alien, somewhat humanoid, somewhat tentacular. I was tense and excited and quickly reached out with a set of my own tentaculared limbs. They were blue colored, and I realized what I was involved in, but was unable to shake myself out of it.
I was thinking to my self, you have to get your extenders around it breathing columns and grip hard. Once you’ve got that kind of grip, you’ve got it right where you want it.
My lower brain started screaming at me, clearly not wanting to share in the experience of either sort of climax. I decided to let it have its way.
“Would you cut that out,” I had to shout at the two of them, only to receive a chuckle from the alien pair.
“I am trying to do my job,” I implored, in my rare moments of frustration.
So yeah, the stress is kinda getting to poor Phil. As hinted at the beginning, he’s beginning to be affected by his co-workers who are toxifying his work environment just a little. Heck, he’s now had to go to his secondary brain to keep himself from getting angry at the beings who are intruding on the sense of tranquility he finds in his vocation.
Of course, this being an alien environment and the invasion of his work environment is telepathic, it’s a little stronger than what we may generally find at the office. But then, that is what Science Fiction is for, to push things rather beyond the run of the mill.