Diary of Endelle Stroth - 22.05.2270
I don’t feel any different. At least not yet. El-Deen insists that, having entered within the bounds of the Ele Dominion, Tren Krellos and I have joined the Ele “Metanation”. But I haven’t developed the abilities they described, nor do I feel my life force being siphoned - I am certain that must feel like something. In the mirror, I still see the face of disgraced former AUM Curator Endelle Stroth, give or take months of sporadic sleep.
The Ele have moved us from our “cells” to more comfortable quarters. Against my better judgement, I’ve slept deeply and eaten heartily - the Ele have had ample opportunity to hurt me, but I live on. In fact, I feel much restored! Is that spring in my step simply the result of having more than just my basic needs met? Or is it the Metanation at work, bolstering my spirits with its unseen hand? Do the Ele feel the Metanation’s benefit simply because they believe it is present, regardless of whether it exists?
for the thousandth time in the past two days, I find myself wishing for the University’s labs. How I’d love to see a full medical scan showing foreign nano-machines in my bone marrow, or fungal spores riding my brain stem… but right now all I’ve got to go on is El-Deen’s word.
We’re on our way to El-Kera now - it’s apparently the closest thing the Ele have to a capital world. What they intend for me after that is anyone’s guess.
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