The Long Tale of Volatilis Fatum

[Zygoeths]

Part 1 of 3:

Some say that boredom can be cured, others say that it can never end. For some, it simply drives them to the point of insanity. For the little boy in the zoner explorer, this was the case. He had been out there for atleast 6 weeks, and was running dangerously low of dehydrated foods. His face was full of dried tears and scorn. He looked at primus, and then at gammu, wondering which place had really given him the blessing of birth, or in his case, the fate of birth. All he could remember past that 6 week period is having a large metallic arm come down and poke a needle into his brain, and when he awoke, he was on this destroyed zoner explorer. He had no idea what his name was, how old he was, or why he was there. All he wanted is to be entertained. He stared at gammu, and then at primus for a last time, before he fell asleep.

When he awoke he was sitting in a very comfortable chair onboard an unknown vessel.

"Heh dare b'y, you ben sle'pin' fer a wil' n'w," said the voice of the vessels captain.

"Who...who are you," the boy asked.

"Meh? I jus b' a slavr b'y, David Ahrens 't ya sevi'c b'y," said David.

"Right.... where are we headed?" the boy asked.

"Weh Malt'i e cors'," said David.

"Whats.... Malta?" asked the Boy

"Ya' s' whin we g't der," said David

The boy fell asleep, listening to the disturbing tune of David's song:

"Takin' dem b'ys ta malt'i!"

When the Boy awoke he was lying on a bed. A man in a store suit was looking at him. "Wake up.... it's time for your training, Volatilis Fatum...."

He was pulled from his bed by the man and taken down a long hall to a room. In the middle of the room was a giant machine with a screen infront of it. The machine was a chair with some large wires above it hooked up to what looked like a ancient computer. He was placed on the chair, and latched to it. The wires where brought down and connected to his brain by a special helmet which the wires where connected to. The screen turned on....

"You need to kill, kill them all, don't kill Outcast, kill the corsairs, kill the lawfuls, don't kill us." He was kept here two weeks looking at the screen having the words engraved on his brain. Food was delivered and manually put into his body. His face was completely blank. After two keeps the screen changed and math, reading, complications, tactics where all put up on the screens. I believe, myself, that this machine was not just a chair and a screen, but something that would actually change his behavior, and his smarts. He watched that screen for 34 years, not knowing what to do. In his mind though, something was like a ticking time bomb that the outcast hadn't expected in this new kind of mind behavior changing technology, boredom. It was only the boy's, or perhaps we should call him, Volatilis, boredom that would set him free, free from this prison the outcast were trying to create around his mind. 34 years of the same words, same lessons, same speeches that popped up on the screen not only built his brain, but his boredom, which in the end, would kill many.