Clock: Chapter 22
A worthless washed up drunk is all that remains of a once proud vet named Aiden. Fought two tours of duty, and was rewarded by abandonment and bankruptcy. In his youth, he had joined up with a separatist faction working towards turning a small province into its own nation. They didnt have enough man power to really go through with it, so they hired out lots of help from private military companies Aiden originally worked for one of the mercenary companies, but left to outright join the army of the nation he felt he could easily side himself with.
Funding started to dry up, so corporate support started to shrink, and eventually, Aidens side lost the war. They were brought back into the fold, and for supporting the opposing faction, Aiden was given nothing, no medical help, no job placement program, nothing.
That was made all the worse by his injuries he sustained during his second tour. After a small explosive detonated near him in a hallway while trying to weed out peo
Clock: Chapter 21
Would that I could feel such things, I might actually feel some guilt about what happened to poor Carlin. But that word itself carries much confusion with it.
Guilt is sin, sin is guilt, penance is guilt, and guilt carries penance.
Joy and sorrow is one thing, but then humanity created morality, and while it provides a somewhat decent standard on how to live, it can be swayed and changed by too many things, and the system for what should make you feel guilty never does.
The biggest battle in human history is still the ongoing war between scientific advance, and religious morality.
The tricky thing about war is its never a battle of absolutes. Its nothing more than two opposing ideologies. The only thing these ideologies can ever seem to agree on is theres only enough room in the world for one of them.
Ideology is an exercise in the removal of freedom. Removal of free will, thought, and function. There are still modern religions that say that women originated sin
Clock: Chapter 20
Monica she always hated that name even forced Emily to address her as Carlin.
But fairly soon people will remember that name.
Every politician needs to make stops on the campaign trail to smile in front of the people theyre lying to, to make themselves seem almost human. Carlins used her affiliation with a small news channel to get press level access to the event. She didnt bring a camera man though, didnt bring anything to report the news only something to make it.
Im so sorry, Emi but I cant take it. Shes mumbling at nothingness, pretending that the empty space around her is filled with the presence of the one she loved so dearly. Shes about to break.
This is the world, this is what happens.
Shes got a gun, and shes one step away from the edge of madness.
L.E.X was right, I am much like her which is what makes me smile so much at this outcome.
Shes got a gun, and no
Clock: Chapter 19
Answers can vary. Based upon truth or interpretation, its never a matter of whats really the answer, but rather what a person is willing to accept as the answer.
Carlin doesnt want answers. Justice isnt a good word to describe what shes going to do either. Little Ms. Carlin is just looking for a means to an end.
John Kasey is a senator running for president, a man thats always prided himself on morals rather than real politics. But then again, all sides in the political area are just masks. Hes what most would call right wing, which of course means his opponent is left wing. Left wing politicians pretend that they care about social issues and the environment, while right wing politicians pretend that theyre going to help boost the economy into an era of everlasting wonder, while also pandering towards the religious extremists.
The ironic thing about the left and right wings? Neither of those are the part of the bir
Clock: Chapter 18
An election year really draws out the idiots in this place. So many up in arms over issues they dont really give a shit about at heart.
In the deep parts of their brains, theres enough awareness left to see through the horror of what theyre doing. Past the sin and the questionable motives, deep down, they all know theyre self perpetuating idiocy, but theyre not going to stop.
HAH! SO ENDS THE LIFE OF ONE SO INNOCENT! No funeral, no one left to carry her soul. Carlin cant lift the memory of her into anything, because she needed Emily, far more than Emily needed her.
War its no longer some horrible option used by idiots on two such differing ideologies that no resolution can come to pass. War itself now is an ideology.
Emit R. Wilson Hes a man thats recently become popular for bombing abortion clinics. The heads of most major churches will denounce his actions of course, but among the flock, hes a
Clock: Chapter 17
Perhaps I should take a brief moment to rewind and go back a little bit to explain how Emily and Carlin got where they were.
Carlin was raised by two very ineffectual parents. For the early part of her youth she had gone to a couple of very nice private schools, but eventually they lost interest and by the time high school came around, she was going to public schools. She never saw much of her father, which I suppose is okay, because he abused her quite often. Her mother was always blissfully unaware of anything happening at any time, as she drowned herself in prescription medication to pretend like reality wasnt really there.
Emily on the other hand, was raised by somewhat kind, if not overly religious parents. She had only just recently come out of the closet to them, telling them of Carlin, pleading that shes not some evil creature for being the way she is. When asked if her homosexuality was a choice or just the way her body worked, Emily would always balk and say that
Midnight RevelationsI want a life, with strife, cutting as clean as a knife.
I want to die, to strive, to survive, to thrive.
I want a girl, a girl with pretty hair and a lovely nickname.
I want a house, with a lawn to make me seem less lame.
I want my problems to be less and my answers more.
I want a person standing there waiting for me by the door.
I want a nice car, I want a long commute.
I want a boring job, and a lovely suit.
My lifes no longer moving forward.
My lifes just moving backwards.
I want a life, with a knife, and a pretty wife.
I want to arrive, to drive, to finally feel alive.
I want a girl, a girl thatll talk back and talk crap.
I want a room, a space, something I call my own.
I want my problems to be less and the prices reduced.
I want a love that can never be reproduced.
I want a nice car. I want a long drive home.
I want plenty of space for my mind to roam.
My lifes no longer moving forward.
My lifes just standing still.
I need a smile, a smile that
Clock: Chapter 16
Ms. Carlin didnt have the most extravagant accommodations in the world, but she still thought of this small two bedroom apartment as home. Shes lived here with Emily for almost four years now, and theyve become quite content with the tedium of their lives.
They got home and sat down on the couch together as they always did, only it was quite a bit later than usual thanks to Carlin having spent most of her day covering the school shootings. With the leg rest propped up and Emilys head on her shoulders, Carlin was reasonably sure that theyd both just end up passing out watching TV. But all things considered, thats all Carlin really wanted.
She lazily grabs the remote, and turns the Television on. Its a news channel showing highlights of some protest held earlier in the day on the west coast of the country.
hmm Emily sputters out lazily.
What is it?
I didnt leave it on this channel when I turned it off las