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Sourcerer ([email protected]) offered:
: Here the Control Room for Rancho Deluxe. Here the
: Creation Chamber of Poly's imagination. Below the foundations, the Dark
: Realm of Ereshkigal and her Black Throne. Here Sweet Poly sits in
: judgement.
: And she has given the Keys to Lisa...
A buzzing and a hum from the gathered and gathering,
: Wet and shivering, it's nose bleeding, wild eyed and self-pitying, Omar
: stumbles through the reddish glow and black shadows. Down corridor after
: low corridor...the air is stifling hot, but it does not warm him, and the
: basalt walls are icey to his touch.
A thump and a rumble of drumz,
: He sees a light glowing up ahead where the corridor broadens into a
: chamber. It's borders are lost in mist and shadows, and murky pools
: bubble and steam. He gags on the fetid stench. All he wants to do is to
: rest and sleep, but THINGS are about, things behind columns of rock or
: dimly seen in the far shadows, whispering...hissing...he can FEEL them.
: He knows he's being HERDED!!!
The steam and smell of incense and offerings,
: He's too tired to run, too faint to fight, and so he drags himself where
: they will him...there ahead...a dais and somebody...some THING..
And somewhere, deep in a distant but never very far away cave, a priest
stares blindly into the electric firelight and chants:
"..fastened on Omar the eye of death.
She spoke against him the word of wrath.
She uttered against him the cry of guilt
She struck him.
Omar was turned into a corpse,
...And was hung from a hook on the wall."
And Enki was nowhere to be found...<.>
.mpa
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-----------Experiential Engineering for an Interesting Tomorrow-----------
Intelligence is very much a two edged sword, Captain-Doctor.
It is useful only up to a point. It interferes with the business of living.
-The Swarm
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