In a room full of machinery, I laid connected

In a room full of machinery, I laid connected to an oddly put together EKG. There was a needle in my right arm. A turquoise fluid was dripping and flowing into my arm.

My mind felt fragmented. Almost like voices in my head, except, they were numerous streams of data flowing in and out of my mind. The machines I was hooked up had symbols that

at first glance seemed indecipherable. It was only after the Voices spoke to me that I began to decode the machines' messages and unlock their secrets. Meanwhile I was watchful of

it's cold metallic void of a soul with a soundtrack similar to Its a Small World and Single Ladies mashed up together. The Dark Machine God was truly a madman, but a madman I loved

because I too had been driven to madness by technological tedium. I sat at my console, coding commercial audio files. But I was preoccupied by my plan with the Dark Machine God to

control the machines which were everywhere in our lives. The chips in the car, the appliances, the consumer electronics. The Dark Machine God needed sacrifices. Otherwise

the Dark Machine God's evil machinations would grind to a halt. Luckily he still used gigantic cast iron gears & pistons from 19th century exhibitions, so crushing human sacrifices

into a smooth meat paste delicious on toast. The Dark Machine God was THAT EVIL. Until the day he attempted to sacrifice Simone de Beauvoir & her backbone of steel jammed his mince

meat right up his hairy nostrils,then into his gaping, horrified mouth. The Dark Machine God gagged, suffocated right before Simone's eyes. He'd brought this tragedy onto himself!