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[aid] => Mick
[title] => the unending death of the cyber-christ
[time] => 2003-08-04 01:05:00
[hometext] => a vision of the all too-near future. technology enslaving mankind. and a conversation with mechani-christ on his cross of computer monitors.
[bodytext] => new walls go up guarded by men of metal it hurts inside but only for awhile then comes the numb that's what the "survivors" said but they died soon after so they weren't really survivors mankind fell so fast trampled 'neath the feet of their creations cyborg overlords meticulously deleting existence inside the brain hangs cyber-christ soldered onto a crucifix of monitors displaying televangelists Hinn, Swaggart, and the like the earl infiltrators his gaze rose to meet mine his eyes hummed as they extended from sunken recesses they were surveillance cameras his hair was a tangled mass of power cords his beard, a barcode his teeth, keys from an obsolete keyboard Judas the Hacker knelt in the corner typing frantically trying to delete his betrayal the sick green glow of a monitor painting his face with Death as mechani-christ's side oozed a thick black sludge his computer generated voice resonated weakly off the walls of the stronghold "heaven is a speedy modem hell is a data devouring virus and god god is the final, undecipherable password" and as his ragged breath grew shallow i asked, "who is in charge?" he laughed weakly his camera eyes, rising to meet mine "no one it will never be decided just a constant battle man against machine man wrote the program of my plight the machines have just upgraded the software i die again, each time the file is opened this is my fate, repetitive death the program for eternal life has been deleted all that is left, is to wait for the machines to win and enslave the scattered remnants of humanity..." he was about to say more but then, the soft humming from his body ceased and the holographic form of his body glitched he re-appeared and said "heaven is a speedy modem hell is a..." i turned and left him to die again back outside, the thought Nazis patrolled their emotionless eyes scanned the horizon searching for "meat-bags" to shackle their mainframe linked minds process my presence as they approach, i place my pistol into my mouth and put a bullet-size error into the program of my existence [comments] => 8 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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