Heart-to-Mechanical-Heart"I know not what to do." the inquisitor said aloud. Expanding beyond his comprehension spread the overwhelming complexities of the world. The struggles of every citizen, the agendas of every politician, all interweaving to create an inexorable maelstrom in which he was but an imperceptible part.
He fancied he heard a sigh from within the machine sitting beside him. A breath of despair from the mechanical lungs of a being once just as human as he, now suspended in an automation between life and death. KgM110's cold circuits began to articulate.
"Go home. Hug your wife. Dine with your children. Be to the world the man you wish to be to them. Make not my mistake. Do not sacrifice that which you love for that which you think you must do, lest you become nothing more."
Within the electronic speech reverberated a paralyzing sorrow which pressed upon the inquisitor as powerfully as a wave pushed by the ocean. With a sudden clarity in his heart, he turned to his companion.
"Who were you? Befor
We Are the WolvesRaven's heart pounded in her ears, drowning out the rustle of branches as they tore against her flesh. Overhead shone thin shafts of moonlight that pierced the black canopy of her nightmare. Each breath reopened the cuts of cold in her throat as she ran through thick uncertainty.
Faint lines of blood crossed the graceful designs on her skin, leaving spots on her white dress. She couldn't stop for long, the breath of fear was already warm on her neck. Through the heavy shadows the girl sensed the wolves prowling silently across the undergrowth.
Another burst of energy launched her deeper into the forest. The scream of a cougar froze her blood and Raven stopped amid the towering trees. Before her stood a stranger, waiting in the darkness with an expression of dangerous delight. There was nowhere to run.
With unmistakable aggression he advanced, but halted at the rising of a howl that echoed through the woods at Raven's back. Before she could turn, three figures stalked around her, facing
A Witch HuntHakrel stared into space as he lifted the mug to his mouth. Azim gazed attentively at the old man, black and blue ink staining his lined face in exotic patterns. The old hunter didn't pay her any attention as he finished his drink, placing it on the wooden table in view of the barkeep. The apprentice waited patiently as he internally debated.
Illuminated in the orange glow of several dozen torches, a crowd of men clad in long coats and wide hats marched from a wood-shrouded village. Vengeful purpose drove their boots through the puddles dotting the dirt road, their gloved hands dutifully fastened around brass rifles and powder charges. The women watched them go in dangerous silence, their own faces either shining with apprehension or dimmed by grim approval.
As planned, the party divided into smaller groups that proceeded into the dark forest along different routes. So terrible was their presence that the nocturnal creatures of the woods made themselves scarce. A long simmering wrath h
Faceless SuitsGun smoke swirled through the dead silence of a dim hotel room. Sean sat on the bed, the revolver still warm in his hands. Moira hadn't moved from the corner, her horrified expression froze in place as she gazed at the corpse near the door. A black suit and tie adorned a haunting figure devoid of features with skin as white as paper. It had no face, no ears, and there was no blood.
Sean didn't know what had just happened. Moira's last scream echoed in his ears. All at once the haze cleared from his mind as a single thought snapped his head around.
"We have to go." His urgent tone pulled Moira from her own dull panic and she stood up. A floor down they heard the screech of tires and slamming doors, but no sirens. Hastily but without a word the two grabbed only the necessities and dashed into the hall.
"No! Not the elevator!" Moira shouted, leading the way to the fire exit. Single drops fell through the calm city from a black sky. Pulling their coats on they made their way down the alley
Manifesto of the Civil ConglomerateThe critical flaw in democracy is that people are inherently hedonistic creatures willing to cause undue hardship upon their fellow man to elevate themselves. Even when they do act in the interests of the whole, their judgment is impaired by their ignorance and the decisions they make will invariably lead to more harm than good. This is because hedonism and ignorance are byproducts of the human instinct of greed.
Greed served mankind well in the early days as its ancestors lived in caves and fought for survival every minute. Then, it was the manifestation of safety; enough food not to have to hunt, safety from predators, comfort from the elements. That drive was crucial to keeping the species alive. But as humanity developed civilization, its environment changed. The new artificial world of towns and cities, tools and weapons, agriculture and industry, and universal surplus has satisfied those necessities.
Yet greed remained. Unable to adapt so quickly to that new world where its purpo
Requiem for the YouthMy love forlorn has got me torn
For they sealed my fate before I was born
To fuel their greed through evil deed
Boys for war is what they need
Instilled in we an apathy
To kill a man who's just like me
They say to fight for what is right
But how grotesque is the sight
Of life and love in that dove
Impaled by hatred from above
Fear and anger bred of danger
Until the mirror shows a stranger
This damage can I rectify
When all I know is but a lie
How can we say that we are free
As this torture fulfills our glee
Within this storm we are rendered torn
For our fate was sealed before we were born