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It's gotta be a monday
There is always some user somewhere that makes answering service
requests a little more interesting than usual. This is one such person,
who is odd enough to make -me- jealous (Sorry Robbie..you're just
a mundane in comparison).
-Van
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OH! Pra-YA-is be t'o the LORD of all that IS!!! I am IN to jaguar!!!
now unfortunately my ORACLE password is kaput...
Is this some terrible test of human endurance? Are there some terrible
powers out there in the ether gibbering and cavorting to the insane music
of my madness?
When this all began I knew the world as a sane and quiescent place, the
world that you know, the world of Man. I believed that we were the pinnacle
of evolution, atop our pyramid and in control of our very destiny.
I have seen the truth...
I am witness to the awe and majesty, the horror and monstrosity that truly
master the universe, and beyond...
It lies unnoticed in our world, our eyes perceive it but out mind turns
and twists until it goes unseen.
The twisting grey chords of it's dissonance with our perfect spheres drive
my mind reeling in the quiet of my screaming night.
look into your labs, under your desks, behind your walls. There. Not
wires and cables, but tentacles. The feelers and pseudopods of the unholy
masters of this world and all worlds. The Sleeping Gods lie in their tombs
of antediluvian splendor or sing their mad piping into the ether. Speak not
their names in the labs or in the cubicles, for they listen, even in their
own madness, they listen.
The hard walls, scribed with the word of power to keep out the uninitiated,
that is where their supplicant worship. There they cavort among one another,
planning to enslave us all to their masters. Blind to the fate which awaits
them in their quest for power.
I know for by accident I once was housed in a hard wall, there I was mistaken
for a seeker for power and I was initiated. I was granted the great words
of power to lay fell the doors to "MINX"!! So it began, my dark ride through
the realms. I began to gather knowledge of the other world, first I thought
my eyes to be deceiving me, a mirage of fatigue. Then I saw again in the
clear light of fluorescent illumination and caffeine stimulation, my body
racing, my mind dimly registered the maple donut I was eating as I stare.
Up, in the raceway, it moved. No one was present but myself, or rather
no human was, and, it moved. Not a hand pulled. No equipment sagged.
All the laboratory was quiet but for the insistent humming of the cooling
apparatus necessary to keep the machines working. I saw, it moved.
Then I began to hear, a sound that had always been there, hidden by the
blades forcing air through metal chassis. A tune-less piping, as if some
far away satyr were in mad pursuit, arms outstretched, flute clenched
between his teeth while his ragged breath shot through the pipes.
Some mad racing music just below the perceptible. Only in my shocked
and numbed state was it allowed to register. My mind reeled by what I
saw had retreated from it's normal duty and let the filters of everyday
life slip. I beheld the truth and knew. We are not atop the pyramid.
We barely clutch at its slopes. Ever near to slipping back to the base,
ever pray to the notice of those within. Least they sweep clean their
construct and begin the game again.
We ask for glimpses of our fate, we ask the ORACLE for the answers to
our QWERYs, we never stop to consider that our questions might be wrong.