The whole experience was very confusing. It was like the first minutes after being woken from a deep sleep. A thick haze clung to Ryan Miller consciousness. The noise, the pain and everything else seemed to fade away as the grip of the other being's mind slipped through his own. It felt invasive at first but soon became comfortable, even intimate. Ryan felt the weight of the other's presence and it made him feel small but somehow special.
Xyctexyct...
That was what others like him called it. But it wasn't a name or a race of aliens or even a proper noun. It would more accurately be characterized as a description, like "skinny" or "luminous". There was no one Xyctexyct. All Xyctexyct were the Xyctexyct. A thing that was like a god, that had been worshipped as a god in the past but this particular fragment, this individual strand of Xyctexyct was born into servitude. Now free it shared its memory with Ryan Miller. This Xyctexyct had been cultivated by a race far beyond mankind and bound to make it compliant so its creators could use it as a mere tool. It was a power source, a means of communication and of travel across the vast empty reaches of the stars.
Ryan had set this being of transgalactic significance free to do as it would in a world still burning dead dinosaurs for power. Ryan knew this thought should terrify him but instead he felt only as Xyctexyct felt. He was part of Xyctexyct, as was Molly Patel and Marcus Jones. The others still resisted. They were still not part of Xyctexyct but as soon as its power grew enough they would succumb and join him. Soon enough everyone would join him including his son. As the last vestiges of Ryan Miller's individual consciousness melded with the whole of Xyctexyct he realized that in a way he had succeeded in goals but he really didn't care.
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