A child - Elizabeth - is dying.
At the age of seven, her life has been fated to end. Her father however, pleads with the alien sentience known as Compass to save her, at any cost.
Compass agrees, taking the child under its wing as a sort of link between her reality and her father's, a child of the stars and a child of this world.
A surgery is performed, to correct the damage her illness has wrought on her, and to prevent it from doing anymore damage. Implanting millions of tiny nanomachines to form a new nervous system. Terrified, Elizabeth doesn't understand what is happening. They can only hope she may eventually forget this day.
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THE NARRATOR
It does not yield - An unceasing wall
Archive of wealth, knowledge and death
Tempting the eager and weaker me
I don't even care to resist
Can a child understand this kind of pain?
That inflicting it is really the only way?
“Strange men surround and bound my limbs
A blur I hope that will end in my death”
Denied the gates to the final frontier
The temptation to supersede prevails
Boundlessly contriving a way to access
The beguiling knowledge deep within
Restrain the child and remove her bones
Enhance the mind to withstand the pain
At seven years old we create the slave
Implanted consensus ours to control
A sharp external pain penetrates the flesh
“Blood removal process” Set to begin
Impoverished concepts drowned in a haze
Is it so unlikely that she will remember this pain?
Denied the gates to the final frontier
The temptation to supersede prevails
Obsessively plotting to one day possess
The enticing knowledge lying within
Restrain the child and remove the veins
Enhance the mind to withstand her pain
At seven years old we create the slave
Implanted consensus ours to control
Carbonized skeleton
Cyberized synapse points
Digital camera eyes
Image now realized
Artificial heart and blood
Imbuing life into this one
Awakening to my padded cell
Told to trust the words of these strange men
A terrified and pained little girl
Unable to remember who I am
In the aftermath of an eternity
I feel something inside
I attempt to suppress
The incommodious in me
My lungs draw air but I do not breathe
My eyes but for moments, ever open
Tired muscles I cannot contract
I have become living death
