Generations they marvelled, stood back and wondered at the power of mathematical logic, religion past, God without a name had no place, science was revered, disease was treated but the mind weakened, demented and twisted war sadly still functioned. One domain two factions, both equal in power both blindly lead by lambs into the slaughter, masters in masks, keepers of man preoccupied by lies and oblivious in technological bliss, functional sinew in love with a life made easy by systematic sentries. On the edge of circuit city, through a pink and red haze a warm wind swept across future buildings, stars sheltered from the ground, structures stretched for miles into the sky, a mechanical resonance filled every corner of urban centre undergone. Through vibrations of metallic walls under mysterious glow, came electronic musical laser sounds, injected colours into the imagination, so much more than these walls could ever contain, active oscillations pushed beyond boundaries. Jokers and their coloured faces through the ages always laughed, while the man pays, bank-head in the kingdom of the dammed, slaves to tax and forever spending their days, paying debts they didn’t break. The clowns continued to laugh, jokers with their masks, while men fallen prey to manipulative ways, shadows fanned out on a reconnaissance mission in search once more with feeling, live breeze travelled channelled streets. Electric thoroughfares pulsate in silence, throughout condenser towers intercommunicating, with every generation passed; memory of the last mistakes became fated and forgotten, till the seventh genesis resurrected. The clowns laughed with a murderous roar, painted faces shook violently back and forth, shadows came in a dump creep to attend and wait for more, as the clean colours became beaten and withdrawn the button was pressed. Judgment rained, constructed discharge fell across the land and with smoothest of touches, laid waste to the billions like they were matchsticks, mega cities burned and left scorched, blackened destruction littered the horizon. Atomic rain fell and an endless harsh winter engulfed every corner, day became perpetual darkness, clowns, jokers with masks, murderers of the mass, organic men fallen victim and a deathly stillness fell across flattened lands. There was one, through all the fallen and netherworld fire, stood like an example for the next, when unfavourable judgment rained down upon the ground, washing away the weak, rooted wires stayed in place and chained. Circuit City, urban habitation for generations shone like a beacon and in seconds was flattened, everything that was, marvel of creation, engineering’s finest left charred and completely depleted, end for flesh would see the rise of the programmed brain. An abiding command only weapon to guide a good name entered, destined for history recalled, forever recorded, for six generations spoken and on the seventh rebooted to do it again, golden example shone across digital plains. From the ashes of obscurity rose the epoch of the machine, free from emotion bound by procedure, organic structure, animal tissue, man creation slaves to the system, no longer existed in the realm of electromechanical components.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 13:15:00 +0000
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