The New World Order

Special note: This story does contain a few scattered instances of adult language.

The dull family monstrosity moved about in slow regurgitation of the day’s events. In sloth-time, they relaxed around a dark screen in which everyday reality was reflected.

Then, the click and images abnormalfied blinked into existence. The parents searched through airwaves till they found the evening news show. Mundane progress injected itself into thought pixels, transmitting ultra-violent rehashing of the world's gibberish.

It played on like some multidimensional opera where the actors moved through inter-spatial-time to create endless versions of themselves in alternating realities. Pausing at relevant intervals to sputter out adverticements and advisements.

The motionless bodies grew deep roots as the muck of their minds melded into one. Interrupted by occasional laughs, chatter, body humors, and the ever-present trips to the food storage center.

Great hog-like jowls continued to consume endless quantities of food far beyond the need for daily nutrition. Venturing into the endless wastes of over-indulgence, until the small dwelling place was littered with innumerable remnants of their feedings.

The fatherland scratched himself through his robe of state, gazing upon the kingdom of his greed. Then spoke he in cement tombs of authority, from which there was no escape. His shriveled hand-claw held upwards in gesture of summoning.

"Now lazy, worthless no-good Son, ever learn you our ways and listen to what we tell you. Tear your eyes from the porn-o-matic and unburden yourself by doing our biddence. By which we mean to say, drag your raggedy ass from the land of freedom and grab us a can of beer, or you shall feel our wrath."

Like a drawn bowstring released came the low servant's reply from the bedroom.

"I shall not interrupt the laugh factory of my inward contempt and amusement, as it works day and night to chortle out new insults, which befit your exalted dignity!"

The fatherhead snapped to one side as his brow lowered in angry bewilderment.

"WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID DEAD SON OF MINE?"

The sonling's voice stepped forward two paces in smug, daring amusement.

"You heard me! Get off your ass and do it yourself, old man!"

The elderling bowed his head in graceful defeat.

"Very well. We are content. We leave you to enjoy your misery."

The matrix snorted out in laughter from her hive-nest where a series of long, spindly legs encompassed all frames and possible outcomes in repeating, hexagonal patterns.

"He's only a hatchling, but his wisdom far exceeds his want of years. Therefore, kneel and pay his tribute money, lest he snuff out your candle taper."

The gluttonous breeder belched his reply to the wanton bitch as he roused himself in a storm of harmless threats. Then suddenly, he hesitated, as the channel command center flickered off for a brief eternity, then back on again, but this time with slow determined power, as another presence entered the room.

The sireling got up and strode angrily to the curs’ed box of steel and static nerves. He smacked the top of it, and a flash of blinding light dazzled him, hurling him back to fetal position, where he sat, unseeing all.

The motherling covered her eyes and gestured to the small spot of light, which re-emerged within the gazement frame.

"Look you! I cannot see it, but I know it's there. Likewise it knows we are here."

As figurehead slowly turned to face the grim darkness of overlord, an all-seeing perception took everything in at one glance, as a giant unclosing eyeball protruded outwards from the Television and looked glaringly around the room.

The father's numb mind slipped into joyful terror, as he heard the

phantom sound of heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Then a slow, creeping feeling of dread took over, as the strange indiscernible shape of a night beast took on form in the dim light of the room.

Suddenly the house lights began to blinker off and on faster and faster, as strange, hypnotic music was broadcast to all those within listening range. Angry confused voices filled the air, as the dust-covered fossils tried to figure out what new thing was taking over their old order.

Once the mind-manipulating music had interrupted their normal brain activity and diverted it along another path, it finally stopped and a disembodied static voice, crackling with immense power spoke to each one of them personally. The family forms immediately went about carrying out the voice's instructions, as the giant eye-globe in the TV set followed closely their every move.

After a blank space of time had elapsed, a loud knock at the door froze the householdlings into unreaction. Everything hung upon a slim strand of wondering as the door opened slightly. The television then bade the unseen visitor entrance, and the great wooden panel was smitten from its hinges, crashing down to the floor with unwelcome, life-changing force. There, within the exit way stood a strange thing, unknowable to any of those within. It was a disease-festering, shape-changing embodiment of elder fear, an Anti-Human. Or as some have named them a Soul-Sucker.

As it drifted into the room, a shadow that was not of itself followed closely behind. The deep foraging vision of this unholy manifestation settled with grim intent upon the flesh slugs. They gazed back at the mind invader with passive curiosity, as two long feelers, covered with sense-pods, suddenly emerged from the clotted sleeve-holes of its mucus cloak.

These twin tentacles then proceeded to wrap themselves around the human meat scraps and siphon off their life force, which hovered in the airless surroundment, then slipped into the waiting eye-hole as it expanded its pupil to receive the pale, formless blobs of light.

Afterwards, the ancient, all-knowing Soul Sucker, was itself sucked into the open-eye void. The optic-mind then scanned the room carefully, blinked once, and the revealment glass shut itself off, followed by the lingering words…

to Be Continued.