The Darkest Times Ain't Always at Night
Some of the prompts on this DW I feel like I could answer with a single word. “Does your fictomere have hair?” Nope! But then, other prompts basically make me tell my entire life story.
Has your fictomere ever gotten seriously ill? What happened? - Prompt #97 [Sickness]
Absolutely, and it changed literally everything.
In my earliest memories I lived alone on a mountain range. Dracomon can’t really fly per-say, but we can glide well enough. So I’d spend my days dozing and digging around for gems and metals to eat. The best ones were kept up at high altitudes too, so my expeditions could take a while. If I were to eat enough, I knew I would be able to digivolve and that’s what I was really after – becoming a coredramon and gaining actual flight.
In a valley at the base of the mountain there was also a small village of digimon. Between trips, or when I needed supplies, I’d stop by. Overtime, I got to know the villagers and we became friends. Though, they couldn’t understand why I chose to live alone. “I like my privacy” or “I value my independence.” I’d say, but they did have a point that living in a community would be easier. If I got attacked or fell ill I’d be alone so far from help. I could be in real danger and more than once I was tempted to move.
None of us could have known what would happen next.
The digiworld is ruled by a supercomputer called King Drasil. As the digiworld got more and more populated, it was putting more and more strain on them. Till finally they decided to purge all but 1% of the world’s population and move their chosen few to a new server (before deleting the current one). To this end, they created the x-program. A high-infectious, fatal virus with no cure.
Most of the time.
As they and I would come to discover, sometimes death doesn’t stick. In a few rare cases, a digimon with a strong enough will to survive could overcome the virus by mutating their digicores-essentially their souls. This process would also bring out any latent data being stored in there, altering their appearance and increasing their strength.
Can you see the unfolding disaster brewing? But, hold on, it gets worse.
There’s another way to get x-antibodies for yourself besides hoping you can change the coding on your soul. You can steal them. By integrating another digimon’s core with your own, you can temporarily stave off the effects of the virus. There is no possible way to do this without killing the other digimon. On top of all this, King Drasil ordered his royal knights to hunt down any x-digimon - glitches in the system of their master plan. Royal knights are mega-level digimon of unimaginable power – too strong for any normal digimon to tackle one-on-one, nevermind the whole crew!
Even alone in the mountains I had caught the virus and alone I overcame the infection. My noema of this time is blurry, but I remember writhing in pain in some desolate cave as my pixels were devoured one-by-one. And then, at what felt like the last moment, it stopped. I held onto my last pixel, REFUSED to give it up and the impossible happened. I changed fate.
But there wasn’t much joy in surviving. Between the x-program, the royal knights and digimon slaughtering each other for x-antibodies, my world was in ruins. I’m convinced I only survived at all because I was alone in the mountains, otherwise I would have been easy prey.
Somehow, I was able to find a small, almost in-perceivable tear in our world that led to the human world and so I fled and left everything behind.
I’d come to find later things you thought you left behind have a way of creeping back into your life.
- Hortense
Has your fictomere ever gotten seriously ill? What happened? - Prompt #97 [Sickness]
Absolutely, and it changed literally everything.
In my earliest memories I lived alone on a mountain range. Dracomon can’t really fly per-say, but we can glide well enough. So I’d spend my days dozing and digging around for gems and metals to eat. The best ones were kept up at high altitudes too, so my expeditions could take a while. If I were to eat enough, I knew I would be able to digivolve and that’s what I was really after – becoming a coredramon and gaining actual flight.
In a valley at the base of the mountain there was also a small village of digimon. Between trips, or when I needed supplies, I’d stop by. Overtime, I got to know the villagers and we became friends. Though, they couldn’t understand why I chose to live alone. “I like my privacy” or “I value my independence.” I’d say, but they did have a point that living in a community would be easier. If I got attacked or fell ill I’d be alone so far from help. I could be in real danger and more than once I was tempted to move.
None of us could have known what would happen next.
The digiworld is ruled by a supercomputer called King Drasil. As the digiworld got more and more populated, it was putting more and more strain on them. Till finally they decided to purge all but 1% of the world’s population and move their chosen few to a new server (before deleting the current one). To this end, they created the x-program. A high-infectious, fatal virus with no cure.
Most of the time.
As they and I would come to discover, sometimes death doesn’t stick. In a few rare cases, a digimon with a strong enough will to survive could overcome the virus by mutating their digicores-essentially their souls. This process would also bring out any latent data being stored in there, altering their appearance and increasing their strength.
Can you see the unfolding disaster brewing? But, hold on, it gets worse.
There’s another way to get x-antibodies for yourself besides hoping you can change the coding on your soul. You can steal them. By integrating another digimon’s core with your own, you can temporarily stave off the effects of the virus. There is no possible way to do this without killing the other digimon. On top of all this, King Drasil ordered his royal knights to hunt down any x-digimon - glitches in the system of their master plan. Royal knights are mega-level digimon of unimaginable power – too strong for any normal digimon to tackle one-on-one, nevermind the whole crew!
Even alone in the mountains I had caught the virus and alone I overcame the infection. My noema of this time is blurry, but I remember writhing in pain in some desolate cave as my pixels were devoured one-by-one. And then, at what felt like the last moment, it stopped. I held onto my last pixel, REFUSED to give it up and the impossible happened. I changed fate.
But there wasn’t much joy in surviving. Between the x-program, the royal knights and digimon slaughtering each other for x-antibodies, my world was in ruins. I’m convinced I only survived at all because I was alone in the mountains, otherwise I would have been easy prey.
Somehow, I was able to find a small, almost in-perceivable tear in our world that led to the human world and so I fled and left everything behind.
I’d come to find later things you thought you left behind have a way of creeping back into your life.
- Hortense