Cold. Dark. Nothing.
Its vast and empty, but still something of me lives. I can feel it. I remember the pain and confusion. I remember the sweet taste of life as I fought, fought for them, fought for the right to exist.
A day ago, I was alive. My name was Grant. I was an Archeologist. Life was normal. I sat at my desk sipping my scotch, studying the remains of a prehistoric village found along the Tigris river. I pondered the meaning of the people who flourished there as I ponder my own existence now. Pictographs suggested an ancient lineage connected to the Sumerians. With those same oddly familiar shapes of circular objects in the sky, and humanoid gods leading their people to a better life.
I can feel that last hope fading.
Damn it’s cold.
As fast as my peaceful retreat into oblivion encroached, another feeling gripped my consciousness, that of searing pain and the immediate intrusion of someone else, something else, in my head.
It coiled its sharp legs around my spine.
I have a spine?
I can feel my body again!
Am I really alive?
“Hello?” I call out.
It sounded like static, clicks and pops, and slowly a metallic voice formed.
“ Hello creature.” It replied.
“ We are one now creature. I am Ttttzzzzcchh ock tick tick.”
“ What??” I said. “ What do you mean we are one?”
“ My species needs a host to survive. I revived you in order to save us both. Do not be
Slowly I became a former echo of myself. I grasped for the familiar, but it faded from me, and I awoke.