Torrential rain clouds foreshadowed in erection of sperm, fertilization involuntary terrorized those who walked through the streets of Souzhou. The experiments of pregnancies parasitic on men, frightened even those who could not procreate naturally.
identical duplication that can no longer show the same thing ... if not at its reflection?
machine projected Chinese boxes illusory holographic matryoshkas without a point, and without a starting point, trompe l'oeil hyperreal that merged with the surrounding environment. Flaming appendages of the thoughts that stood out in the ideal communication network, inaccessible points of contact, points Contact hardly intersect, virtual places where individuality is lost significant communication between all the same, between meanings that are not accessible and no longer needed.
vacuum, a bubble of water and night.
- We love what we do not make us think! We live in a butcher shop where nothing happens ... we live in a butcher!
Thus ended the sermon by Russel O'Connor, one of many preachers to Souzhou proliferated after the collapse of the networks, or as someone called it, "the rod of the Lord." Josh was in the building used as a church ephemeral , places of worship changed every week and the one selected, in turn, was informed through "shared spirituality", a kind of ritual that allowed the faithful to think in full communion with others, including priests, sharing every thought with the appearance of anyone in the church at that time.
Many people were questioned about the operation of this mechanism, there were those who argued that it was a special gas with hallucinogenic properties to cause the phenomena of collective vision, but the discovery of the structure, devoid of the roof of that church, was easy to imagine how it would be a volatile substance easily lost, making it unlikely that type of situation.
- light pulses with a high potential for hypnotic. A whisper
Josh coming from behind him startled for a moment. Turning suddenly, came face to face with a man of small stature, bald and skinny.
eyes were swollen and round, sunken into dark circles and deep black. Smiled the man put on display for a moment the few teeth he had left, which seemed to have been used to bite a piece of cement per year, both were ruined and apparently unstable.
- The sharing of spirituality is still active? I thought you were turned off with the machines and holograms.
said Josh, looking at the man before him.
- Residues. Traces remain for a few minutes ... and all the holograms rest of the circus used to distract people, the "faithful."
- Listen, old man: Do you realize, in what fucking world do we live? Risk that a pest-free by the government every time we breathe we fruitful, we are pieces of meat that will be used only to host this much-vaunted "new humanity". There is nothing if not authentic. Are you here to tell the usual story collective hallucination, well, you can risparmiare.Io the belief, not because I was left alternative. I think because ...
- It is paradoxical to find a justification for their faith?
- No, because I believe every Sunday during services I can see, I can feel, I can even smell it all the love that God is offering us without asking anything in return.
What I feel here has nothing to do with a 'hallucination and we do not know what to do with your disappointment.
- The butcher was talking about ... the priest is here.
- refers to the hedonistic society that led us to seek simple pleasures, old. But you are you talking about?
- Bits of information, free, without a container. Thoughts of someone, of course. But whose? Open a breach is difficult now. Indoctrination seems to have worked. Holograms, high temperature, light pulses with high potential hypnotic. Everything is intended to make their design something concrete, everything is necessary and essential to the body of the faithful make a perfect habitat for parassiti.Tutto it would be useless, however, without the fede.Li we are helping, helping to kill, to replace with the new humanity. Expect the advent dell'oltreumanesimo, we expect him to finally not have to wait more niente.A I do not care, I'm old now.
The function was over, and the priest invited everyone to leave the Church without the need to disclose the place where they should occur the following week. Darkness fell on the building while the retractable roof is closed, ending the cerimonia.Josh is distracted for a moment the figure of man with whom he was talking, watching the grandeur of the building arcology, which intersect each other giving rise to an architecture peculiar affascinante.Si turned to his partner, but this seemed to have disappeared, along with everyone else.
- It 's still time to ruin my day.
He thought Josh, then ran the back of his hand across his forehead beaded with sweat and snorted, as if you were partially released by a weight, a thought that he was attacking as he spoke with the old.
05/01/2081Tosse dry, tremors, bloating, bright eyes and dilated pupils. The skin had taken on a color to yellow, the teeth were starting to black, hair cadere.Era been a week since the last mass at which Josh had attended the following day there would be the next church service and he did not intend to hurt mancare.Stava, poisoning maybe, or perhaps the His body was entertaining a guest. A shiver went up from the spine to reach the neck, he was cold, was afraid.
06/01/2081Iniziò to dress in several layers of clothing on top of each other to try to combat the cold that he felt to get right into the bones, covered her mouth with a scarf of wool torn. Maybe it was infected, she did not want to risk passing the disease that was bending to the other faithful, but then had no intention of losing the intended function of the disease pomeriggio.La feeds on fear, faith is the only thing that can fight it, or at least that's what his parents had taught him, and before that his grandparents. He looked in the mirror one last time before leaving, then, with eyes full of tears and moods appartamento.La past the door of his right hand to the stomach, he felt a movement. The gestation period was very rapid, seven to ten days. It had been eight, it was growing, moving, seemed to uscire.Dentro the building used as a place of worship the words of the old met the week before ringing in the mind of Josh.
- Is it possible that all this is a trick? Possible that want to kill us all? Why, then?
The priest seemed to fix it and read the homily, Josh tried to look away several times, thinking it was his impression perverse, dictated by his health.
- The Messiah will come between us, very soon. Open your eyes, true! Open yourself and welcome the Son of God, who will soon be irradiated with its light, with his love.
The old man who had spoken the previous week, Josh came back to him, approaching the human ear:
- Again ... again ... people forget, but I for some reason , I can remember all those who died before my eyes, all God's children who were born ... the other is just a feeling of love that strengthens our faith, faith in this slow genocide and unstoppable. We are cannon fodder and this is the slaughterhouse.
lit machines, holographic images began to invade the building, the sharing of spirituality was attivata.Josh felt a sharp pain in the chest, then coughed. An outlet of blood quickly reached the floor, he slumped to the ground, clutching his abdomen with his hands. He felt something press with a force that did not think could exist.
was impossible to resist, the blood continued to gush out of her mouth like a river of lava from slopes of a volcano erupting. The view was clouded, could hardly respirare.Un a beam of light, like a bull's eye used in theaters, lit upon him, while the priest seemed to be in a state of mystical trance while shouting:
- receive him, welcome the Son of God and open yourself to his love! God loves you, wants to communicate with you through its projection on earth! You have the chance to witness the birth of the Messiah that we have been waiting for so long, outstretched arms, embraced ... Embrace all the love in the world!
It opened a gash in the abdomen of Josh and he began to shout desperately, throwing up all her pain.
A being that looked like a cross between a sea creature and a human being came from the stomach of Josh, the tail began to beat on the floor, moving in the lake of blood and guts that was forming around the human body. Josh, with the ' last breath of life that was left, he raised his eyes for a moment, watching the ecstatic faithful in the face of this gruesome spectacle, glorifying entusiasti.Per a moment and gaze rested on the old man who had spoken, his eyes expressing pity, furrowing her face and tears flowed.
The old Josh leaned over, stroking his hair and face.
- It 's born the son of God, how many others they must be born before it is razed to the ground This extermination camp in the open?
Josh breathed his last, the old exploded into uncontrollable tears.
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