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Nature (pt1)

Engel's picture
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I find myself again, for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, I am amazed.

We pass a village covered with a thick layer of yellowish sand. I can see a church among the buildings up ahead, the lower part of the building dug up in sand, the tower now only a home to a broken-beaked vulture. He's seen it all. Or at least the end of everything. The best part. 

The fool doesn't know that there is so much more to life than gulping down the flesh of dead animals. I've been there, trying to blend in with the crowd. Evading the call of nature deeply rooted even in this machine-synthesized body of mine. And, luckily, I failed.

I've never been so thoroughly hurt, so pushed over the line and into this temporary tranquility. 
I've been hiding for so long anyway, staying in what passes for settlements. Places like New Flagstaff, "my town". Yeah, right. Hiding among scum. Pretending to be one, just to blend in.
No more plotting, no more imitations. I wish it all back. Such wasted time.


And here I am now, in the wild, among the pilgrims. With someone else's child in my arms. 
A sandstorm is approaching.



Joe Spivey's picture

Oi! Less of the 'scum'. I see myself more of a 'mucky froth' on the soup of humanity. (This sounds like the start of something interesting. *bookmarks*)

Stick with me kid and you'll be farting through silk.

Engel's picture

(( I think Engel sees Joe as royalty actually. He probably caught up with him too late.  ))

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Canni Belle's picture

((I have missed your posts so much

One minute your calm, the next your shooting someone in the face, then your doing your chickendance. If that is not chaos I dont know what is - Aiid

Veronica Volt's picture

((A wonderful bleak scene. The vulture, the sand, the lonliness.

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