c'mon guys, it ain't even been a month! I don't want this to remain a klunyb_Sneo side show. work with me here. *huffs sulkily*
that being said, today I grace you all with a favorite of mine (why else would I put it up here?) Before the Machines by your friendly neighborhood cyanide. This piece has got some lovely imagery going on as well as this ominous sense of (dare I paraphrase Shakespeare? yes, yes I do.) a fear there will be worse come in place of the ruin so elegantly depicted. because of course, the machines are coming... and they're stronger than ever.
thus:
Before the Machines
After the bombings, the burnings, and the chaos, there was silence. Silence, save for the crackling of a few fires that hadn’t extinguished themselves yet and threatened to spread and consume whatever remained.
The twisted, melted skeletons of skyscrapers and office buildings loomed over the desolate, destroyed streets of this forgotten city. Once an empire, it has been reduced to ruins by its very creators.
Somewhere, deep within the bowels of the basement of one of these destroyed buildings, an abandoned computer sits on a desk. It sits, waiting. Waiting for a command of some sort. The silicone green letters glow ominously upon the screen. “Initiate System?: Y/N”
A piece of ceiling tile falls onto it’s keys as the fire reaches a nearby gas main, shaking the entire city. By chance or some unseen force, it strikes the “Y” key before the whole keyboard crashes to the ground with a clatter.
There is a low rumble. The burning skeletons of these abandoned buildings begin to take life. Slowly, but surely gaining a sense of self awareness. They twist. They turn and weld. They grow into something greater, more powerful than what had been left behind.
And then. . . . there were machines.
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