FallA long time has passed.Fall
In the Sea of Tranquility, a figure stands alone. Gazing at the Earth below him. Waiting.
He hears a movement behind him, and smiles. "Are we blessed with your appearance, then?"
"I could hardly stay away." A man walks up to him, and sits on the ground. "How are you?"
The first man laughs. "Relieved, if I'm honest. Everyone else left so long go... it's nice to have some company that isn't utterly insignificant compared to me."
"Now you know how I feel all the time."
They gaze at the Earth. The first man breaks the silence. "How many, then?" &
PrideHe is a proud man. Proud enough to imagine he has drawn himself to my attention, certainly. But then, I have never met a man before his time before, no matter what the trite sayings might be. "Before his time" - as if it is up to them to decide these things, as if life and death were chance happenings! What a dark picture these men paint, where chaos rules over the world and nothing can be ordained.Pride
But perhaps this has a grain of truth. Why do I find myself so affected by his words, when the meaning is repeated a myriad times every day, across the world? What is it that leads to this feeling of... betrayal? Many a man has claime
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"they made your kind, though I suspect they would say that God made your kindred, they only amplified what was already there."
Techno, Book 3 (anthro): [link]
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God is great, errors and omissions excepted.
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"Goodnight, demonslayer, goodnight..."
Meus penitus vadum exsisto perspicuus in praecessi
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"True, I may look delicious, but I’m afraid
I’m a Yorkshireman. We all taste of salt and coal."
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