The Fractal Man by Lee A. Forman
The Fractal Man by Lee A. Forman The first eyes upon him captured his features in neural ink, committed image to the pages of consciousness, internal history. No matter how you looked at him, his features always the same. Magnificent, eternally possessing, his nature was to blame. I first shook his hand, the most arresting moment of life. I was captured, taken, but by my will alone. Never a struggle, I only followed where he walked. Choice nonexistent. But inconsequential in its fault. To the end of all, if he marched, I’d carry my soul in this unsightly husk, until it fell in passing, until it turned to dust. That which preceded his arrival, banished, no longer declared. Only the future mattered. Only for what he prepared. He led us to the mountains, where history would rebirth. Those left behind, children of accursed Earth. Behind him came the end. ...