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khaosworks) wrote2004-02-06 03:10 pm
khaosworks) wrote2004-02-06 03:10 pm
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Filthy assistants! To me!
Being in an odd mood, I present to you...
I hate this place.
I hate the vacant looks in the eyes of the sex workers at the local flesh puppet motel. They're not really there, of course - they just rent their bodies by the hour while an AI controls their movements. So while they're bucking like an epileptic weasel and moaning like a choir hailing the Second Coming what they're really experiencing is a nice summer's beach and cocktails being served to them by a devilishly attractive but sexually undemanding cabana boy in a thong. True, you've got their body, but you can still see their absence in their eyes even as they're mispronouncing your name.
Amfeed reports that the deep space probe Coronado IV returned yesterday. It was sent to visit a corner of the galaxy that the Vilnius Aliens said was populated by an advanced civilization in hopes that we could get our grubby little hands on some extra-terrestrial technology just by sending a self-addressed postcard. When the engineers cracked it open the hyper-mutated virus that emerged swallowed up three-quarters of the George W. Bush Space Center and raped the entire project team before it crawled back inside the probe and took off again. It sent a farewell message which, translated roughly, said, "KEEP THE FUCK AWAY." Evidently they've heard of us.
City district elections were yesterday. The politicians tried to exclude the voters from the voting process in the beginning but that didn't work. So they took a different tack, by creating parties so indistinguishable from each other that really all the voting public is doing is deciding which bunch of bastards gets to screw them for the next two years. First they automated the voting booths. Then they made it possible for you to vote from home. Now, you don't even have to get out of bed - you can choose by just changing the channel. The Nielsen Corporation is now the largest political lobby in the nation and their agenda is for hire.
And yet.
Last night, I stood on the balcony of the apartment looking out towards the borders of the City, the edges shrouded by the pollution that gives the sunset the most gorgeous colors I've ever seen in my life, colors I can't even begin to describe, ochre-blue-yellow-mauve-emerald - pirouetting through the spectrum like a dancer. And beyond that, imagining more than seeing, I saw the Mountain again. As much of a hell as the City is, we've concentrated so much evil human shit in this place that we've unwittingly allowed the rest of the planet to heal without us. Out there, beyond all this, there's life of a different sort, a quiet, rolling, breathing life.
Somehow, that makes it all worthwhile. What good is Heaven, after all, if there's no Hell to compare it to?
I hate this place.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I hate this place.
I hate the vacant looks in the eyes of the sex workers at the local flesh puppet motel. They're not really there, of course - they just rent their bodies by the hour while an AI controls their movements. So while they're bucking like an epileptic weasel and moaning like a choir hailing the Second Coming what they're really experiencing is a nice summer's beach and cocktails being served to them by a devilishly attractive but sexually undemanding cabana boy in a thong. True, you've got their body, but you can still see their absence in their eyes even as they're mispronouncing your name.
Amfeed reports that the deep space probe Coronado IV returned yesterday. It was sent to visit a corner of the galaxy that the Vilnius Aliens said was populated by an advanced civilization in hopes that we could get our grubby little hands on some extra-terrestrial technology just by sending a self-addressed postcard. When the engineers cracked it open the hyper-mutated virus that emerged swallowed up three-quarters of the George W. Bush Space Center and raped the entire project team before it crawled back inside the probe and took off again. It sent a farewell message which, translated roughly, said, "KEEP THE FUCK AWAY." Evidently they've heard of us.
City district elections were yesterday. The politicians tried to exclude the voters from the voting process in the beginning but that didn't work. So they took a different tack, by creating parties so indistinguishable from each other that really all the voting public is doing is deciding which bunch of bastards gets to screw them for the next two years. First they automated the voting booths. Then they made it possible for you to vote from home. Now, you don't even have to get out of bed - you can choose by just changing the channel. The Nielsen Corporation is now the largest political lobby in the nation and their agenda is for hire.
And yet.
Last night, I stood on the balcony of the apartment looking out towards the borders of the City, the edges shrouded by the pollution that gives the sunset the most gorgeous colors I've ever seen in my life, colors I can't even begin to describe, ochre-blue-yellow-mauve-emerald - pirouetting through the spectrum like a dancer. And beyond that, imagining more than seeing, I saw the Mountain again. As much of a hell as the City is, we've concentrated so much evil human shit in this place that we've unwittingly allowed the rest of the planet to heal without us. Out there, beyond all this, there's life of a different sort, a quiet, rolling, breathing life.
Somehow, that makes it all worthwhile. What good is Heaven, after all, if there's no Hell to compare it to?
I hate this place.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
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[TURNS OFF MONITOR, RUNS OUT TO CAR AND ZOOMS OFF TO "16 Tones"]
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:)
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What per said!