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FreewaySignals lost amongst the chatter that fills the car. Audible sounds carry rhythm and words but neither are really observed to a great degree. Other noises are there too, into one ear, but not out the other. Into one mouth, but no words spoken. Children kicking and screaming for deep fried food and small plastic toys. The late afternoon carries CO2 and complacency. Blue cars and trucks, single file, construction on the freeway, expect delays.

Back down the clock, it’s five in the morning, and coffee and sugar coated snacks help bring the world of consumerism to wakefulness, unwillingly and with no sense of mercy or indulgence. White shirFreeway

Clock: Chapter 28

It’s always the same, and for that reason, I have come.

The problems humans perpetuate are so easy to solve, that even they know the answers. The thing is, all they ever do is piss and moan. They’re not willing to stand up for anything, they’re not willing to riot, and they’re not willing to inconvenience themselves. The problems exist forever onward, over and over.

It’s the same shit, with a different name every time.

Religion, politics, famine, economics, starvation, disease, it is well within their power to fix all of these things.

They have so many voices, shouting so many different things, but words are pointClock: Chapter 28in Clock

Clock: Chapter 27

Catch yourself screaming at the wall, and wonder what the screaming is about. Are you yelling for change, or just for things to go your way? Will you budge, or are you just another wall yelling at one you don’t like looking at.

The spaces in between start to bleed out, and it all means nothing.

Not to me.

Aiden’s come here to murder the CEO of some pointless empire. A man self appointed to rule over his subjects… oh, I’m sorry. They’re called “employees” now.

I’ve lived long enough to know how his plight would have ended… so I’m going to do something different for a change… I’m gClock: Chapter 27in Clock

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Clock: Chapter 26

The process that created the human mind was really just a large event of trial and error that lasted for eons. The perfecting of the mind, the shaping of the human brain… slight alterations in how primitive humans functioned, created what exists today.

Their genesis was natural, logical, and an eventuality of evolution.

It is remarkable, how they’ve managed to not only adapt and understand their creation, and how they came to be… through trial and error again, they’ve begun the process anew.

It started with an old operating system, one that was tweaked by some people to work on its own, fish out information from the greClock: Chapter 26in Clock

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 you’d pull me through.
I sat there awaiting all the things you’d 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 I’d see your face again.
I stood still and hoped that this was noA Great View

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. There’s still quite a bit of oil to be found here, but it’s 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. Clock: Chapter 25in Clock

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 he’s going, but it’s not coming to him.

He wanders with a sharp pain in his false leg, but he’s learned to deal with it. It’s now just a dull throb to him, one that’s never gone away.

There are so many reminders of a world he hates looking around him. What little resources Clock: Chapter 24in Clock

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 what’s left but chance, and this dead romance?
I could be a part of you, if only you could be a part of me.
So what’s left but chance, and this disgusting dance?
In the end we feel alone, even when we’re side by side.

Amongst the fire and the flames, that spread aboutDance

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 whClock: Chapter 23in Clock

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 didn’t 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, AiClock: Chapter 22in Clock

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 it’s never a battClock: Chapter 21in Clock

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 they’re lying to, to make themselves seem almost human. Carlin’s used her affiliation with a small news channel to get press level access to the event. She didn’t bring a camera man though, didn’t bring anything to report the news… only something to make it.

“I’m so sorry, Emi… but I can’t take it.” She’s mumbling at nothingness, pretending that theClock: Chapter 20in Clock

Clock: Chapter 19

Answers can vary. Based upon truth or interpretation, it’s never a matter of what’s really the answer, but rather what a person is willing to accept as the answer.

Carlin doesn’t want answers. Justice isn’t a good word to describe what she’s 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 that’s always prided himself on morals rather than real politics. But then again, all sides in the political area are just masks. He’s what most would call “right wing”, which of course means his opponent is “left wing”. Clock: Chapter 19in Clock

Clock: Chapter 18

An election year really draws out the idiots in this place. So many up in arms over issues they don’t really give a shit about at heart.

In the deep parts of their brains, there’s enough awareness left to see through the horror of what they’re doing. Past the sin and the questionable motives, deep down, they all know they’re self perpetuating idiocy, but they’re not going to stop.

“EMILY!”

HAH! SO ENDS THE LIFE OF ONE SO INNOCENT! No funeral, no one left to carry her soul. Carlin can’t lift the memory of her into anything, because she needed Emily, far more than Emily needed her.

War… it’sClock: Chapter 18in Clock

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 wasn’t really there.

Emily oClock: Chapter 17in Clock

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 life’s no longer moving forward.
My life’s 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 that’ll talk back Midnight Revelations

Clock: Chapter 16

Ms. Carlin didn’t have the most extravagant accommodations in the world, but she still thought of this small two bedroom apartment as home. She’s lived here with Emily for almost four years now, and they’ve 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 Emily’s head on her shoulders, Carlin was reasonably sure that they’d both just end up passing out watching TV. But all things considered, that&Clock: Chapter 16in Clock

Clock: Chapter 15

“Seems we’re in the clear to head on back…” The man spoke it with his tone half filled with relief, and half filled with defeat.

“Good,” spoke the sapphire eyed point of interest for me. “The sooner we’re out of here, the better. Let the ratings whores lap up the attention now. I just want to go home.”

Her name is Carlin, and she’s got a huge chip on her shoulder at the moment. It’s already very late at night, and she’s basically been sitting on her hands watching horrible things unfold, and feels somewhat guilty for getting paid to sit around all day and watch people crying as theClock: Chapter 15in Clock

Clock: Chapter 14

Noise… just so much of it. Screaming as people lay bleeding on the streets, laughter at horrifically awkward situations that would never happen in reality, crying as drugged out thirty year old actors pretend to be teenagers with pointlessly complicated problems that they may only blame themselves for. Men trying to peddle reality as entertainment, claiming that a group of people have something to win… as if they ever had anything.

It’s all just noise.

Shrill sounds that try to pass as music invade the ears of the willing, manufactured products taking a hold of everything… vision, hearing, taste, touch.

Sex has become aClock: Chapter 14in Clock

Clock: Chapter 13

Feeble people watching a physically feeble man as he was led amongst them by three beasts… two of them smiling in the cloth of the holy… and the third his ever loyal friend. He was carried on their shoulders an unknowing hero. Fate and Fury had kept all word of his betrayal silent, and it was said that he had died in the fields where he first turned to killing those of the church. Fate and Fury slaughtered all that remained from his second attack… so as far as these poor idiots knew, he was returning wounded, but alive after the attack that killed so many of their kind.

His vision was hazy, and he didn’t pay much mind to Clock: Chapter 13in Clock

Clock: Chapter 12

The small fire crackled loudly, and sent a wave of tiny embers into the night air.

Eika slept soundly, no sense of morality, nor causality, or any other defining sense of idealism or action keeping her awake. Her muzzle covered in blood once more, some fresh hunt she’d kept to herself. She would always return to him when he would start a fire, the sense of wonder and warmth it provided did well to pacify her after she’d spent so much energy killing small animals.

The Hunter stood over her, his knife clutched in his hand. He was out in the open, basking in the wind of the Cliffside near his home. As a child, he was brought out therClock: Chapter 12in Clock

Clock: Chapter 11

They all ran, and they all screamed, all… except for one.

A flock is nothing without a Sheppard… so here they stood, dumbfounded at the sudden removal of their own herder.

Lying at the top of the church’s steps was the gutted man of faith, his blood slowly trickling down the steps.

A beast feasted upon his flesh, as though he were nothing more than a dead rodent plucked from the wild.

“You people are so desperate to believe… your gods, your spirits, you think of them and neglect the only life you have… this one!”

They stood and looked at him, the very symbol of defiance. To kill a passive man with no caClock: Chapter 11in Clock

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