VCV Rack September 2024 Dreamworld Plus One Challenge - Better Life

T’rkk opened its eyes, the now familiar calcium and silicon walls brought it comfort, an escape from its regular, dreary life.
It knew it was dreaming and that made it happy, looking at those strange creatures in their whimsical world that sprung from T’rkk’s imagination.
There was one! A thin male clad in black, shiny garments, like the skin of the priests in the real world; spikes protruded from the creature’s head, like the glorious horns of those above T’rkk’s station; perhaps the being aspired to be a leader… no! Those in power never showed any emotion and this critter appeared distraught: at times it appeared to be looking for something, others just stopping to kick the comforting walls while salty liquid poured from the entity’s eyes only to end up bringing those pink, yet clawless, finger-like appendages to its head.
T’rkk wished to help; but in its heart it knew its beautiful, black, claws and rough skin would frighten the fragile being.
T’rkk growled, unable to help, but felt the pull of darkness again… only to hover above a small female, encased in a puffy box, its eyes closed while the chest moved rhythmically. The being clutched a strange, furry inanimate figure, yet appeared to be placid. T’rkk had watched enough of these creatures to know that strange mouth motion was called a smile, it tried it, once, but its fangs cut its lips and the hot ichor poured, as it should, out of the wound.
T’rkk was pulled violently out of its dreams, the waker-device howled like a maniac.
It opened its eyes, clawed the waker-device to make it go silent and sighed… the flesh room was there, as it had left it, its cold skin walls as bleak as ever. The red sky was already lit. T’rkk made a mental list of its duties, as a lead calculation-device wrangler, and hated the thought of it: the endless repetition, the colleagues dull, as useless warrior knives. It remembered once making a joke that was met with dead, opaque red eyes… those of the dead that have lost the fire.
T’rkk wished to be one of those fleshy, fragile creatures: they seemed to enjoy life, even in adversity; but it knew those silly dreams should remain in the sleep-realm: the masters had a vision of their own, a will of conquest of a world, as of yet, unknown to it.
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