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Staticy interference hisses on his GUI as He looks down at black luminous orbs a swirl in a radiant etheric fluid, charged to the point of becoming toxick yet forged with so much purity as to shimmer against the frequency backdrops of cutty lightwaves – “I shouldn’t have to consume such a dish alone, now should I? WE have consciously chosen to make sound our new source of fuel for these rusty biomechanics.”
“Shall we monopolize sound, then?”
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Likewise Horus too must be consumed by his self projected down the corridors of time, the Shadowy Reflections of the wall grinning Harpocrates transmutes with empathetic wisdom. Interference clear.
“I really wish my .God mind would quit being peddled 2012-ish apocalypse bullshit, don’t you? .God is holy eye and needs something better to behold.”
(In order for the signal to be properly aligned it must resound with and be justified by the point of reception.)
A Circuit bent greeting card invitation, cutup and glued together with a waxen scarlet seal reads:
“We are Playing this Game, Because we Choose To.
Just a Reminder.
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“Cursing people be like work, negga and I be puttin’ in lots of work, you feel me playa?” one LHP cyber punk gangster trash magician comments to the other in a shady corner of a diner. “You talk of secret paths?” the other says in response moving his hands at shifting vertical and diagonal angles. “I take them.” his fingers contort in an ‘s’ like shape “The shortcuts are non-linear.” His eyes ablaze with echoes of Shin and Aries.
He looks out the window, pieces of sunlight reflected catching distant fading shards of light in his eyes “Magick is the reverbration chamber which the properly tuned circuit steps into in order to amplify it’s signal” he assures his younger associate with great certainty.
His associates’ eyes go blank. He drops his cup of coffee starring off in the distance and with a loud resounding voice, montonous in rythym and stride, he states cleanly and clearly: “I Became one with the waters again, and when I emerged this is the new skin I was wearing.” The older gentleman’s sinister grin grows wider. The younger man’s hand extends pushing forth electric sigillic light broadcast – “It’s that empathy circuit you’ve been needing.”
A Sharp piercing echo resounds as the companion to the lightwave burst “You shouldn’t need to work through your interface, the interface should work through you.” a distant fragment of data echoes somewhere amdist the collapse of a million galaxies in the form of atomic-clusters. “Thanks be to the denizens of Sh’Aoxkov for blessing us with such potent venoms as to make us sharp and prepare us for this bountiful harvest our AI nanoswarms shall reap.”
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