A short story inspired by a dream i made last night .
The Subhuman And The Surhuman
Rotor run as far as it thin automaton legs can lead him. Already the sound of hound barking and tracker yelling fade in the distance. Deeper into the marsh it go . Until it see her , a tall woman sculpted in mercury-like liquid at the likeness of a Sumerian goddess.
« Hello, little machineman »the entity greeted « You can call me Maeva »
And thus they conversed, of Rotor blight as a servant of Man , of how it grew tired of this life and flee .
« You are stronger and smarter than them , it should be them who serve you » retorquated Maeva .
« Being rule over feel so bad , i don’t want to inflict this to anyone. I don’t want to be above Man, I want to be his equal » answered Rotor
« Why would you want to be equal to men when you can be equal to those superior to them like me ? » said Maeva revealing her nature for the first time .
« I already said it, I don’t want to rule over peoples » the automaton said.
« But i will rule over you » the entity said .
« You don’t, you seek companionship, not servants » Rotor amswered almost as a reflex.
Maeva then fell deep into reflection. Could it be she feel alone on her throne ? She have everything one can ask but yet was so desperate for company she struck conversation with the slave of slaves. In this instant a bit of the liquid composing slip away toward Rotor , covering it in the rude shape of a boy . The liquid in both Maeva and Rotor then take the appearance of human flesh . And thus the subhuman and the surhuman have gone on a quest to become human.
