Perfect Blue by Kamerad Brian
I am blue, perfect transparent blue. I lie on a mortuary slab awaiting my escape to the only home I’ve ever known – Asgard. There is a young girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, who lies on the metallic slab next to me. Her colour is perfect Venusian green. She is one of us, but not quite ready to move on. I vigorously try to shake her awake several times, but she’s sleeping the sleep. Several times her ocean blue eyes open, and shine like sunlight on pure water. She tells me there is something she must do before she can leave for Valhalla. Unlike the bloated black and blue creature that lies lifeless and soulless on the third slab, slowly awaiting his time to return to the demiurgic hamster wheel that the “Normal” folk call “Life”. I feel a gentle hand grip me, and I look to the side to see the green girl now glows blue like me. “I’m ready” she whispers in a voice so cold it could freeze icicles. We stand, or rather float and disappear through Zion’s hospital wall, leaving behind only our demiurgic shells for the “Family” to burn, or bury, putting there own rat minds at rest. On the journey onwards and upwards, I gently ask her what task she had to complete before departure. She whispered to me that there are more of us waiting to be awakened for final conflict and that she was tasked with imparting a little Aryanism to the potential Ehreans. Now I understand that my mission has been simple in comparison to this Ehrean princess. I thought I was the only one, but knowing that this young girl activated the Ehrean soul in so many filled me with pride and honour, which is also called Loyalty. This filled me with hope for an eternal Ehrean future, where our people grow, not hide, expand, not shrink. Onwards blessed maiden, onwards to Hyperborea!