Siberia: Leviathan

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated ice-station man's 'encounter' with an abomination in Siberia drawing ideations of the deviance of Earth evangelism.

A tale of ice-region alien fear, inspired loosely by The Thing (Kurt Russell). Thanks for reading,

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After graduating from Dartmouth, I was positioned in a Siberian ice-station by the US-government as a research-station outpost defenseman, awaiting a visitation by a special team of scientists from Europe to oversee the study of a 'secret' crash-landed craft in the ice near the ice-station. Siberia is a cold region of snowy climate near the Ural mountains of Europe/Russia, and being stationed there was quite an honor for me.

At the ice-station (Siberia), I had my handy copy of my favorite book, Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison) and read it over and over to think about the 'quality' of isolationism in the world and the nature of engagement-consciousness through the 'vivid' lens of self-idealized fear(s). It was quite a reflection of my meditative experience January-February at the ice station (Siberia) while I/we awaited the visiting scientist-team from Europe in mid-February to oversee the dissection of the oddity.

The ice-station had everything you'd need to sustain a sturdy/hardy living-life. I read, made my own food, and I exercised in the indoor ice-rink, practicing ice-hockey shots, since that's my favorite/dearest sport in the world. I trained myself to become a basic 'soldier' in that cold climate as I awaited the scientists, never thinking to venture out to explore the crash-landed craft (alien/UFO?) on my own out there.

DIARY: Engaging in my personal forms of fitness on that indoor ice-station rink reminds me of my Dartmouth ice-hockey chess.

Yes, being alone out there in Siberia to man that ice-station as a guardian-soldier/diplomat was quite a laurel, and all I'd anticipated was the sturdy/hard experience-memory of living-it out in that cold-climate of that part of Europe and honestly used my fitness/study regimen to think/daydream about my normal days/times in the United States (hmm).

I'd been studying various kinds of science-fiction media at Dartmouth before being positioned in that Siberian ice-station and honestly didn't know much about the standard 'science' canon regarding alien-life or intelligence and honestly worried about my own interpretation(s) of what a 'creature-engagement' would be like in that awful cold region of Europe; nevertheless, I waited with an 'extra-human' sense of divine patience (ha).

SCIENTISTS: We're going to trek to that region under the ground where the alien-craft is buried deep, alright.
ME: Alright; I'll help do the digging and first-exposure exploration of the surface-layers and inside the craft itself, I suppose!

SCIENTISTS: That's why you're here, good man.

ME: Yeah, of course; well, we're at the dig site, so let's get burying and digging!
SCIENTISTS: There's much cave-like levels here with surprising mud-composition, no?
ME: Right; seems the thrust-flames of the craft has afforded the alien-ship its own 'thermal' mud-melted region of land.

SCIENTISTS: My goodness, what the hell is that Thing?
ME: What do you mean, 'what' is it; isn't the better question, "Haven't we encountered a 'true' alien leviathan now?"

SCIENTISTS: What the Hell are we supposed to do now?
ME: Leave that to me; lure the defiant/hostile 'excrement' creature out above the snow-ice surface and burn it (Boring-gun).

That's just what happened, folks. I lured the 'Thing' which was living underground from its crashed-ship in the Siberian ground(s) out above surface-level and then burned it to a crisp with my Boring-gun (flamethrower). All the Euro-scientists had now as their vestige/specimen(s) for journals/reports to Western civilization was the ashes of a genomic abomination, a self-growing 'leviathan' that wanted to simply gorge/eat human flesh, perhaps to create an 'excrement' sort of engagement-imagination. Fire exorcised the 'digestive' ego.

ESQUIRE: So, you'd become something of a 'GI-Joe' out there in that ice-station (Siberia)?
ME: Sure; we wanted to help the Euro-science folks as best we could, and the micro-miracle was a 'real' deliverance!

ESQUIRE: So...were you frightened by that alien-Thing you burnt with your flame-gun out there, hero-man?
ME: Sure...in fact, were it not for our handy Boring-gun, I'd imagine our Earth-encounter wouldn't have been chess/literary!

JOURNAL: Perhaps the best 'conclusion(s)' wrought from engagement with a 'digestive'-leviathan is one of 'Selfie-'excellence.

Apparently, they'd rendered a special 'GI-Joe' hero-comic based on my exploit(s) out there in that cold/dark ice-station (Siberia), which had rendered me a special diplomat of the contours/scales of Earth-alien encounter fears. In fact, I'd think of these 'artistic' renderings of pure Hell as a thing of digestive energy!

So, upon the triumph of this event in Siberia, I purchased an authentic crafted Eastern European chess-set which I'd use to play against myself, in games 'synthesizing' what captures the quality...or beauty...of man's own self-aware sense(s) of pure courage (or escape!).

Since that miracle in that ice-station, after which I refused to pursue any personal/private study of the future destiny/research regarding the ashes/remnants of that genomic abominable alien/Thing out there, I started reading various Siberian media/magazines, still thinking of how Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison) had informed my human-race sentiments regarding the 'magic' of transcendental eggs.