For Prof. Cramulus and others in this street

[Sepia]

We'll grow the children in the shadows, they'll watch the world outside and scream for mommy dearest but as we, the children, live in vats and are bred in vats, mommy dearest can not hear us and in reality, we aren't screaming, we're only thinking we are. The problem is that the problem only exists in our minds, just like our screams.

They blinded them all when their brains erupted, volcanoes of disintegration spread through the landscape like rats before the black plague but there were no answers, there were no additional questions on which we could build some sort of life upon, we were left in the rubble with a hammer and a chisel and arms for legs. They tried to tell us that we should build from this rubble, we should create that magical something from nothing.

As we did, we broke our hands and broke a sweat and while we saw the change upon the fields and the change upon ourselves it was not enough for where we wanted to be, where we wanted to linger and old memories were still there, deeds done in the field that none knew of save ourselves. We wanted to be cain and we wanted his punishment for killing abel, we wanted that thing which lurks inside our heads to tell us who we were, who we had been and where we were going, paddling upstream in a beat up old kayak

while the world was a vortex far away from our minds and nothing would have made more sense if they popped out, showed us what was going on, televisions in hands and we'd be starstruck when we learned our best friends were respectable actors and actresses, patting us on the back and telling us that what they did

was only a job

There shouldn't be but there were dreams in our cryotanks, like something in the blood had spread that ancient plague, something in the water was spreading us, parts of us memetic as we were, suspended in belief that the future would save us, something we believed untill our minds went dead one day, centuries after our second birth as a chisel penetrated the vat


Good luck Cram, myself and everyone else.

[Raphaella]

  There is no emote for how this made me feel, this one is the closest. I really can't find any words to express it except thank you.

[Thurnez Isa]

 

like something in the blood had spread that ancient plague

I love that line

[Cramulus]

*warm smile*

thanks sepia