The small chamber opens with a sworling sound as the air-decompression is being emptied. The eyes of the newly awakened clone starts to flicker and then suddenly opens with a flash.
A voice from a incoming servant says “Welcome back, my Lord.”
These newly inhabited body always feels a bit odd the first minutes when waking up.
Kalen was all to familiar of this sort of transfer of the conciousness.
Although this time it all felt even more different. The various cybernetics and implants newly implemented in it sure did their tricks; His audio sensibility was greatly enhanced, allowing him to almost hear the servants heartbeat fro
Kalen woke up with a rush, sitting straight up in his bed, his heart fast pounding inside his chest while he noticed he and all his clothes were soaking wet.
Docked in the Royal Khanid Navy Assembly Plant station orbiting Kihtaled VIII, Kalen found himself in his familiar suite he was provided by the Navy, taking a break from all the missions, all the killings, all the destruction that occured in his everyday life. He must have fallen asleep, and had a bad dream, he thought. Pushing away any other explanation, Kalen slowly walked to his bathroom, washed his face and looked into the mirror. He had changed drastically in just some months time.
I've come to invest.
Invest is time. In money. In my life.
I do that inevitably and often; without manners, concentration or actual afterthought. It may hurt my body, but essentially rips apart my mind. The only real medication that can be done is to be there.
To be in that moment, one the 'investment' is about to take place. And what do I invest my time in? In a frickin' video game? Or is it another virtual reality just as valid as this one?
What to I want to invest my time in? In my coming about family? In my work or studies? In my body? In my ideas and ideologic hopes? In a consumer product? In a new car or even a new house to "build s
Jigsaws falling into place.
Levitating in the aerie of power, lust and defiance.
Here and now, the True People shows me the road to enlightenment.
With closed eyes, I see the beauty of transparent clarity.
Her divinity sanctioned, his will incarnate.
There is no starting or stopping – only doing.
SPEECHLESS TALK. CAPTIAL TOWN. RODENT ROUGHTALKS AND BACKGAMMON LAUGHTER
“While there is no resemblence to idiocracy in the human condition, there is no evidence of the contrary.”
LIMITLESS PASSION. LOVELESS LINGUINES. A HOUSEMOUSE IN THE DARK. LEFTOVERS FOR THE MACHINE.
“Tinkering low-lives of truths and basic standings. Believing their posture to be right and faithful… Let them burn in ashes till kingdom come.”
STANFORD UNIVERSITY SINGS. LAWNMOVER IN THE HORIZON. RASPBERRY HEARTACHE. HIGH TIMES NEWSDATER.
“Roger that. Exterminate and deprive. Wipe them out. All of them.”
FASHION. ROBOT ROCKET
Proceeding. Being the vending machine. Computing.
Liking. Suffering the drawback that comes within. Crying.
Focusing. Meditating with abyssal thoughts. Contemplating.
Eyeballing. Optical illusions within the pineal gland. Memorizing.
Mesmerizing. Starting a fire beside, within and beyond you. Freezing.
Stopping. Time dilation at it's peak. Philosophize.
Controlling. Using Jedi mind tricks on dogs. Growing.
Moving. Swimming towards the deep surface. Dreaming.
Drinking. Justifying advanced speculations. Instagating.
Smiling. Hailing through the smokescreen. Believing.
Being. Transcending the human. Illusionized.
I come to a moment when I re-think my past moves, choices and motives.
On this path it is almost impossible not to contemplate your own social image in the eyes other persons that exists in the proximity of your social surroundings.
Usually, this consists of critique towards oneself and, in my case, the choices that was made.
Constructive critique, I am assured by my other self.
Then I stop.
Rewind the moment and contemplate on what has been contemplated.
I question my own social status within the borders of my life. Only to be caught up in a mind twisting spiral of thoughts that only exists inside my head. A priority in modern times,
forbearing (comparative more forbearing, superlative most forbearing) Characterized by patience and indulgence; long-suffering: as, a forbearing temper.
Is it only my lack of patience that I should worry about? Or is it something else?
I almost laugh at the thought of it; being bested by an infant.
The perspective remains an interesting point.
I’ve always detested the idea of throwing myself into something so.. Dominating. But here I am. Unable to gather my thoughts and unable to grasp the reality that is at hand, meanwhile purely loving the situation and admiring the energy my partner of life shows and gives to her sur
Sometimes, you just have to change the way you are in order to change the world you live in.
Changing the way you are perceived is a whole other thing than changing the way you want to become. The way others look at you never go hand in hand with the way you look at yourself.. And maybe it shouldn't.
You can be whoever you want to be, and still be a part of this made up human community without to much effort.
It all lies in the choice of change.
I choose to change. Transform and evolve.
Take my hand, and follow me into oblivion.
Why do I find myself uncomfortable in the digital presence of my kindred?
Facebook, and any other social media that tries to create an image of ourselves, where we can represent who we are, is meaning so much for humans these days. At the same time, it creates a very special room inside us, for the demon of self-hatred. And through him, we are killing ourselves, inside out.
The lack of comfort reaches it's peak when I can't manage to understand or comprehend the notions or actual ideas of life, that people want to portray. This creates a vacant spot in my mind.
A place where no logic is allowed. A place where one can destroy them all. A