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Iain M. Banks – Feersum Endjinn v1
Then, it was as though everything was stripped away: sensation, memory, self, even the notion of existence that underlies reality – all seemed to have vanished utterly, their passing marked only by the realisation that they had disappeared, before that too ceased to have any meaning, and for an indefinite, infinite instant, there was only the awareness of something; something that possessed no mind, no purpose and no thought, except the knowledge that it was.
After that came a rebuilding, a surfacing through layers of thought and development, learning and shape-taking, until something that was an individual, possessing a shape and capable of being named, woke.
Buzz. Buzzing noise. Lying on something soft. Dark. Try to open eyes. Something sticking. Try again. Light flash shaped 00. Eyes feel open, un-ark. Smells; at once vital and decadent, lush with death-life, stirring some memory, recent and forever-far at the same time. Light comes; a small… searching for the name of the colour… a small redness hanging in air. Move arm, hand coming up; right arm; noise of skin on skin, feeling coming with it.
