David Cauldwell

Creation Story


TransmutersDavid CauldwellComment

Before the spark of the first thought, the utterance of the first word and the pulse of the first human heartbeat, an asteroid hurtled through space. This ball of noxious gas travelled from galaxies afar, lurching through black holes and interdimensional fluxes before colliding with Earth. The explosion rattled the planet. Plumes of dust smothered the sun. Odious odours spewed from a catastrophe of comet carnage. They mixed with the Earth’s atmosphere. Chemical reactions infused the planet with an invisible new race of beings.

The Transmuters were born, beings that absorbed energy through their temples and into their gaseous bodies. These balls of static electricity could discern the vibration of passing asteroids in the atmosphere. They were swayed by the currents of vast ocean waters, awakened by distant waves crashing hundreds of kilometres away. They could feel the movements of molten magma deep in the Earth’s core. They were able to use this energy to transmute their DNA, to adapt and densify so they could survive in their new home.

The Transmuters are everywhere. They feed off thoughts, from the pulses of irregular heartbeats. One feeds, they all feed. One action affects the entire tribe. They are selfless, communal beings acting always with the intention of galvanising the masses. Selfless acts of psychological sabotage: they feed off the selfishness, the cruelty and the single-mindedness of humans. They are a constant reminder that all of this can be transmuted in a heartbeat. As quick as an entire planet can be plunged into darkness, can a world find itself on the precipice of a light-filled dawn where possibility trails off every breath...