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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
  • the civilians who walked by my shop outside. They couldn't know, they mustn't know, of my alleigance to the dark machine god. Finally, i'd unlocked the machines' secrets, and saw
  • 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!
Started
2013-11-07 13:02:41
Finished
2014-10-24 17:24:10

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