A Great ViewI sat upon the mountain side, where great views have oft aligned
And within that stretch I could see the limited reach of mankind.
Where so many wounded hearts have tried to fly blind
And where so many souls have been left behind.
I sat there knowing, that youd pull me through.
I sat there awaiting all the things youd do.
Within my eyes, I saw a million children hopelessly crying
And amongst those cries, the poor were still dying
Amidst the debris, the politicians were still lying
And against all odds, you were still trying.
I sat there praying, that Id see your face again.
I stood still and hoped that this was not how it would end.
Amongst the haze filled streets and urban decay
The sun finally set in such a wonderful way
And the words were there, but I could never convey
What it was that I really felt that day.
I stood there smiling, waiting to finally see you.
I stood there crying, knowing that this would start anew.
High above the buildings, where they look for go
Clock: Chapter 25
There is much lost in translation of thought to words spoken. Reflective eyes gaze out amongst the dust and rot of a world long forgotten. The last oil fields left amongst humanity, before their backs being put against the wall forced them into alternative methods of power consumption. Theres still quite a bit of oil to be found here, but its all worthless now. Back when Aiden was fighting to defend this place, oil was worth more than any precious metal.
This field is worth nothing. All the corpses that burned under the harsh son the children of purity, burned before the might of industry.
Technology has improved so much. Bombs are deadlier, and are better able to find their targets. Bullets are tougher, and can slice through any kind of armor. New methods of defying aging are advertised every moment for every facet of youth obsessed elderly fools.
Their planet is dying, but they dont care, its just a space to occupy.
New ways to live.
New ways to kill.
Clock: Chapter 24
As they mix about in pointless violent tedium, the blades from up above hold the strings at such a desperate length. So many pointless wars, so few real good reasons. The ideological struggles are so deeply rooted now in trends and economics, that bloodshed is seasonal in certain regions.
Aiden walks among the crowd and tries to figure out where hes going, but its not coming to him.
He wanders with a sharp pain in his false leg, but hes learned to deal with it. Its now just a dull throb to him, one thats never gone away.
There are so many reminders of a world he hates looking around him. What little resources people have left are still dedicated to the bottom line of quarterly sales charts. Animated billboards telling people how a certain brand of shoes or deodorant can get them laid, fashion advice mostly telling people that brands are everything, and are the only way your friends will know who you really are.
He waits at a cross walk, a dozen other slobs
DanceIn the lightning covered rain, I saw it all as plain as day
Neither of us could be happy, because neither of us would get our way.
In the mystifying lights that pranced so high up in the sky
I saw you in my arms, and then I saw a cruel goodbye.
The water on the ground, bounces back up to the sound
Of the arguments and places that are so well renowned.
So whats left but chance, and this dead romance?
I could be a part of you, if only you could be a part of me.
So whats left but chance, and this disgusting dance?
In the end we feel alone, even when were side by side.
Amongst the fire and the flames, that spread about fury and decay
Your eyes burned through me in quite an awkward display.
And as the flames burned so bright amongst this awful muggy night
I kept my words in my head, and did my best to stay polite.
What you incite with your words has only made me feel much worse
I understood that it was me, and there was no way to put this in reverse.
So whats left bu
Clock: Chapter 23
You never told me what your name is supposed to mean.
Living Electronic Xenogenesis. I am false, but I am and I have no idea how I came to be.
You said you had a hunch?
Not much just an assumption. Figuring that maybe something went wrong with a network agent, and that caused a splintering of its core, which then went off into the wide world of wires and signals eventually, information collected like a snowball running down a mountain, and the end result was me. I was not born like you one day, I was simply aware and that was it.
You came to be as what you are now no growth, no gradual development, no trial and error to be created with such an innate sense of knowledge.
Knowledge means nothing without the context, understanding is what I seek.
Then youve come to the wrong person.
I doubt that, Prophet.
Well have to finish this
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