Todas las Voces

At birth on Homeworld, I understood. Before that, I only heard sounds. At first, only a few, but later, hundreds. Soon, hundreds became thousands, then millions.

From then, it became a race of my education against my sanity. At first I wanted to hear them all. Then, all I wanted was peace. Many a night I ran away from the voices. I cried when I couldn't run. I sought loud noises to override the cacophony of discord within.

Even in the presence of one person, the volume became unbearable. My mothers' voices became a single frequency invasion into my desperately required solitude. My father's voice became a full spectrum battering ram forcing me to flee to higher ground on distant shores.

But such places do not exist for me. For as I grew older, my range of absorption exponentially increased to include the collective superposition of all audio components of mechanical wave energy. I now hear all people, all mammals, all animals, and I soon fear, all life on Earth.

No dampening field exists to rectify my horror. No distance too great to alleviate my pain. I doubt even permanent residence on Luna could assuage my fear of my impending mental collapse.

So I have only one solution. Not a solution to my problem. No, I have exhausted all possibilities on that front. I have a solution to everyone else's problem. I will permit every single life form on Earth to understand my pain. I will turn my ability as a receiver to a broadcaster. Let the masses fall in stunning pain, begging for mercy, on their knees in the desperate prostrate position. Who will pray for forbearance against the biblical onslaught of suffering I will release?

And then, and only then, I might have my first night's sleep.