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Part I - Immortal AwakeningThe small chamber opens with a sworling sound as the air-decompression is being emptied. The eyes of the newly awakened clone starts to flicker and then suddenly opens with a flash.
A voice from a incoming servant says “Welcome back, my Lord.”
These newly inhabited body always feels a bit odd the first minutes when waking up.
Kalen was all to familiar of this sort of transfer of the conciousness.
Although this time it all felt even more different. The various cybernetics and implants newly implemented in it sure did their tricks; His audio sensibility was greatly enhanced, allowing him to almost hear the servants heartbeat from meters away if he concentrated. His vision was also different; colours had become more clear and vivid than before, and he was able to pick up even the smallest details of his servant’s royal clothing. And as he started moving his arms and legs to step out of the cloning chamber, he clearly noticed that even his skin had hightened sensib
Part II - The Monolithic TruthKalen woke up with a rush, sitting straight up in his bed, his heart fast pounding inside his chest while he noticed he and all his clothes were soaking wet.
Docked in the Royal Khanid Navy Assembly Plant station orbiting Kihtaled VIII, Kalen found himself in his familiar suite he was provided by the Navy, taking a break from all the missions, all the killings, all the destruction that occured in his everyday life. He must have fallen asleep, and had a bad dream, he thought. Pushing away any other explanation, Kalen slowly walked to his bathroom, washed his face and looked into the mirror. He had changed drastically in just some months time. Touching himself on his scalp, he felt the newly set coronation of amarrian neural cybernetics that were to enhance his neural acitivty and block out disturbances. Further down his neck, right below his atlas, he felt the characteristic capsuleer sockets. Fully augmented, he had now gone from weighing 82 Kg to 162 Kg.
He stared at
Spiritual JigsawsJigsaws falling into place.
Levitating in the aerie of power, lust and defiance.
Here and now, the True People shows me the road to enlightenment.
With closed eyes, I see the beauty of transparent clarity.
Her divinity sanctioned, his will incarnate.
There is no starting or stopping – only doing.
InvestationI've come to invest.
Invest is time. In money. In my life.
I do that inevitably and often; without manners, concentration or actual afterthought. It may hurt my body, but essentially rips apart my mind. The only real medication that can be done is to be there.
To be in that moment, one the 'investment' is about to take place. And what do I invest my time in? In a frickin' video game? Or is it another virtual reality just as valid as this one?
What to I want to invest my time in? In my coming about family? In my work or studies? In my body? In my ideas and ideologic hopes? In a consumer product? In a new car or even a new house to "build something" upon.
Nevertheless, I put on my glasses, listens to BoC, and invest time to write this shit.
But then again, why not invest in everything at once? I guess the outcome of it helps us define ourselves in the abstract world that exists today - I 'helps' us. In the end, we can say either; "I'm a carpenter", "I run a consumer company", "I'm a musi
Capital Spiral DownSPEECHLESS TALK. CAPTIAL TOWN. RODENT ROUGHTALKS AND BACKGAMMON LAUGHTER
“While there is no resemblence to idiocracy in the human condition, there is no evidence of the contrary.”
LIMITLESS PASSION. LOVELESS LINGUINES. A HOUSEMOUSE IN THE DARK. LEFTOVERS FOR THE MACHINE.
“Tinkering low-lives of truths and basic standings. Believing their posture to be right and faithful… Let them burn in ashes till kingdom come.”
STANFORD UNIVERSITY SINGS. LAWNMOVER IN THE HORIZON. RASPBERRY HEARTACHE. HIGH TIMES NEWSDATER.
“Roger that. Exterminate and deprive. Wipe them out. All of them.”
FASHION. ROBOT ROCKET. POKÉBALL HAIRDRYER. LINGERING PAIN OF UNUSED NOODLES.
“What did you say?”
MANICAL LOVERS. COUGH OF SINKNESS. SERENTIY THROUGH THE EYE OF THE MANIAC.
“I just thought we were off to save the world.”
ConfusedRight is wrong
And wrong is right
Pain is pleasure
And pleasure is pain
It's an upside down world
In my messed up mind
To liveThought process;
To live vicariously through another
until we see the illusion within illusions
which reality do we set our foundation in
until we decide to move into another realm
its all real in the minds eye
there are no real hidden truths
just complacency within our own tolerances
What dictates drive under such circumstances?
The psychology of multiple selfs
pieces hidden from one another until the right moment
we mourn for ghosts
because beauty can't exist without loss
the clock ticks and we're quick to cast morality into different shades
to predict our mortality
based on experience
based on fact
based on a drive to understand
but moreover- to live
AntecedenceWhen something is amiss, no matter how bad.. judge the cause of the problem, rather than
the consequence of it
It's easier to frown upon the one who is overwhelmed.. reacting.. and heard. It should be
understood why. Like fire, pain and it's consequence.. doesnt start on it's own
Reticent (minor trigger warnings)Do not speak to me of hate until you have carved the word into your own skin. You know nothing of self-loathing until you court a razor's edge to feel alive. And you have not truly felt pain until you wish that you had died.
The broken suffer behind walls as strong and cold as steel. They do so not to entice themselves into feeling protected, but rather, to keep out the bigotry, discrimination, and hateful stigmas hurled at their feet. Shame and solitude are too commonly experienced by those that most need compassion and understanding.
So do not speak to me of loneliness unless you have been cast out for revealing what you truly are. Do not dare to judge the broken and rejected unless you have been shattered by those you once thought cared. Do not leer and make light of the scars etched into my skin. Never do any of these until you truly know where I have been.
I will never say anything. Because you will Never feel or understand the way I do. If I had a penny for every time that I have
saying ... 5?"even the strongest of us have a right to cry. for crying is not weakness. it is not giving up. I is not lowering your guard. tears help us to heal and show us that we are still human no matter what we have been through. it may take a while for tears to flow. it may take years for hurt to show. but if your heart still aches from old wounds or bleeds from a fresh break the dry well of your soul will begin to flood and tears will finally wash away the pain of the past. no matter how recent the injury. we must cry in order to heal. remember that even the strongest of us have our breaking points."
- Megumi Susanowo
More Than Anything ElseWho am I really? Where did all this come from—the 70 sextillion twinkling stars, dark empty space, the radiant sphere of the sun, the mysterious cold white geometry of the moon, our big mudball earth, we 7.3 billion human ants on it, the showers, the soakers, the storms, the rivers rolling to the one big deep green sea? You and me—hey, and that little gnat right there—where are we all going? Why are we born? Why must we die? What should we do while we’re here? Why does life seem so horribly unequal and unfair? Why do some suffer and die while others party and play golf? Why have I been healthy and happy for seventy-one years while innocent, loving children suffer deformity, disfigurement, neglect, molestation, torture, and death? Why are we heartless, cold, and cruel? Why do we taunt and torment the weak? Why do we kill? Why do we hate? Why is there eternal war? How can I help the helpless, the poor, the sick, the dying, the dead? How should I feel in the knowle
What Is Real?---Krishnamurti once asked the question of whether there can be action without thought. In reaction to this---thought inevitably came, producing action in the form of a series of further questions. What follows is a personal investigation into Krishnamurti's statement based on previous consideration regarding the concept that all is mind.
---"Action without thought". Does this mean that thought stops entirely? Or is it that action is not present in thought, meaning that it is no longer diluted by the distraction of self absorbed thought? If action is within thought does this mean that there is minimal awareness rather than total awareness? And if this is the reality (that universe is mind, existence being idea), would it mean that everything in our physical world has awareness? Inanimate objects included? Furthermore, if action with thought propelling it is an indication of an idea under development, does this mean that a still object is more evolved?
---What is the difference between
Writing Fan Fiction For BeginnersWriting Fan Fiction For Beginners
I’m not going to pretend that my way is the only way. What works for some people might not work for others. What I will talk about, however, are things that I wish someone had told me when I first started writing fan fiction.
Write about a fandom you love. I can’t stress this enough. It can be tempting - very tempting - to write for a big fandom because of the potential for more reviews, follows, and favourites. But fan fiction is often the very first time that people show their writing to others. That can be a very scary experience. It is a lot easier to write about something you love, so take some of the pressure off by focusing on a fandom you care about.
Don’t be afraid to post a story. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every writer was once a novice. Don’t be ashamed if your writing isn’t as good as someone else’s. Instead, focus on your own writing and your own improve
ChoicesI make a choice to write these lines, you make a choice to read them. Symbiosis?
Choices that we consider small and some that we consider big. What's the difference between the big and the small choice anyway? What's in-between them? Where is the medium sized choice? People tend to say that it's the smaller, more frequent, choices that makes you into what you are – in the eyes of someone else, of course.
My choices elude me. Are they made out of a free mind? There are regulations to follow, laws and rules you should abide to. There are forms of mannerism and other f*cking ideas of how you should act, react and take action while choices are made. I guess I never was much of a, think first and choose thereafter, kind of person.
"Most people regard having choices as a good thing, though a severely limited or artificially restricted choice can lead to discomfort with choosing and possibly, an unsatisfactory outcome. In contrast, unlimited choice may lead to confusion, regr
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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