Category: John Lamb Lash

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Adventures in Remote Viewing: The Sloop Snoop Song

*Fascinating talk from Lashy… /lights up… I’ve definitely spotted murmuration before… /deep drag…*

*S’looping header image? LoL… /plumes smoke… Dunno if that’s a sloop, Clicky, butt there’s definitely a connection to friend-ship… /flicks ash…*

This is a the whole story of a ‘sync’ that Cade Fon Apollyon and I shared, Dear Reader, and I’ve invited my BFF to help tell it. Last night a news story popped up on my Twitter feed about a sinkhole incident…

‘Two houses have partially collapsed after a sinkhole measuring 10ft (3m) opened up on a Manchester street.

‘Four homes were evacuated on Wednesday evening after the hole appeared on Walmer Street in Abbey Hey, Gorton.

‘Fire crews returned hours later after the front of two of the empty properties crashed to the ground.

‘United Utilities said it was dealing with a collapsed sewer but was investigating all possible causes including the recent heavy rain.’

… ‘Walmer’ and ‘Gorton’ looked like interesting words to me, so I decided to look them up…

*A Sink Cinque sync… /grins… Should I have mentioned that Kent ain’t a town, Clicky? /puffs contentedly… Armies, limbs… /thinks… Mmm, sandwich…*

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Can only speak for myself with respect to black holes, but my first introduction to the ones that science talks about is via a Song by the Canadian rock group Rush…”Cygnus X-1 Book I: The Voyage”. Was off of their A Farewell To Kings album, and the album had only just been released, so I guess I was 9/about to turn 10 at the time that I first heard it. I can say that the song and its related concepts instantly “synced” with me because I’d been chasing whirlpools my entire life up to that point. Here, wicked thunderstorms and its associated flash flooding are common, the drainage back then was quite bad, and one of my entertainments after the lightning stopped and we were released from our hiding places was to go look for whirlpools in the receding water(s).

Q: In the year 2021 AD/CE, why would “black hole syncs” suddenly appear between myself and someone who is 4,776 miles away?

A: Could it be that a storm is generating them?

Me and Roob kinda talked about this last night, and I’ve no desire to steal her thunder because I have no idea what she has planned for this post, but thinking that maybe perhaps the reach of a something is beyond some localized and more or less isolated something that is easily and/or more readily identifiable. To relate, there is supposedly a super-massive black hole at the center of the Milky Way galaxy. I had a theory that there was a black hole at the center of our galaxy when I was in 6th grade, but I was told that was impossible/I was nuts. I looked at pics of the Milky Way, it occurred to me that something had to be driving all those stars moving, and that something at the center had to be driving it. I was told however that black holes eat things. Well, fuck…maybe the black hole at the center of our galaxy is more cat-like. It plays with its food before it eats it?

I'm feline a digress-type thing coming on.

Thing is, if there is a something driving a something else, where does and do those things start/stop? Meaning, if there is a something at the center of our galaxy that is driving the movement, aren’t all the celestial bodies within its grasp merely extensions of the driving force? To go even further, wouldn’t all the galaxies merely be extension of eachother?

As to whether or not I in fact really was sitting here for several hours pondering flooding issues in Yorkshire a coupla nights ago?

Yeah, I was.

^Lesson 8 – Adventures with Bernoulli – Demonstrations in Physics^

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… The search for ‘Walmer’, Dear Reader, turned up an interesting sink/cinque homophone, but the search for ‘Gorton’ turned up an entirely weirder sync altogether…

*/drags… From Manchester to Antarctica, via Kent… /streams smoke… Birds and Byrd… /smirks… Twitter…*

*Lashy had something to say about luck in this previous talk, Clicky… /gnaws on thumbnail… Casino and gambling… /smokes…*

… I was pretty sure that Cade had mentioned Admiral Byrd to me only very recently, and so I started to scroll back in time…

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To be honest Roob (and Clicky), I’ve mentioned Admiral Byrd quite a few times probably. Any time it seems contextually accurate to do so anyway. That story about Byrd flying into some sort of portal, meeting the inhabitants of Agartha, then popping out of the portal at the North Pole? That’s some weird shit. Not to mention that none of that craziness appears in any of the official accounts. Oh sure, there’s some weird shit associated with Operation Highjump, but I don’t recall ever bumping into anything “official” regarding encounters with intraterrestrial beings nor 0th dimensional portals.

OH! Speaking of intraterrestrial beings and aliens or whatever, yesterday, I looked for some information on “ride disasters” here at Six Flags Over Texas. Been doing some thinking about hauntings at amusement parks, and it got me to thinking of all the stuff that I recall hearing when I was a kid. There is a ride here that was formerly called “The Cave” or “The Cave Of Spee-Lunkers” that I recall hearing a story about where someone was bitten by Cottonmouths/Water Moccasins multiple times on this particular ride…The Cave. I couldn’t find anything about any such thing happening, but I did find this…

The music is a recreation/not the original, but after listening, it sounds pretty close to correct as far as I recall as I rode that ride many times over many years before they changed it to the Looney Tunes stuff it is currently themed to. Aliens, living underground, doing their thing.

Hrm.

Ya think it could be said that the bacteria and viruses and other assorted things living inside of us are “living underground”? I mean hell, supposedly my heart and soul and spirit and all that jazz is inside of me, so is the entirety of “me” living underground?

Waves of weird, break upon the rocks of my consciousness.

^Biosphere – Novelty Waves (Biosphere Darkroom Mix)^

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*What? We talk, like, a lot…*

… For just over ten minutes I scrolled and couldn’t find the article on black holes that I’d post to Cade. I gave up and tried to explain my thinking from my memory of it, in regards to the Fallen Goddess Scenario narrative I’d heard from John Lamb Lash…

*Shut up…*

*Knot a crust, I imagined that… /final drag… It was about harvesting energy from a black hole ‘soup’… /stubs butt… Maybe I was thinking of soup skin…*

… And decided to undertake a thorough search of our DM timeline today…

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Hey…not to change the subject too much, but have you noticed all the yadda yadda recently about banality and especially complacency? Seems like both sides of the political spectrum are trying like hell to energize/motivate the middle. Which is damn weird after an election. But, I expect this QAnon crap and the subsequent US Capitol bullshit means that some room needs to be made for various migrations between the major parties. Dunno how many conservatives of both the fiscal and social varieties even remain in the Democratic party, and not sure where the social conservatives in the Republican party would even go, ‘cept to maybe some new party. And what is it that got me to thinking about all that rambling crap? Welp, one word in your second to last sentence…”harvesting”.

Would they be harvesting? Or harnessing. Is there a difference between harvesting energy and harnessing energy?

Harvest

Harness

Seems like a black hole would require a harness before a harvest. That means workers of some type are needed for the enterprise.

WORKERS NEEDED!

HARVEST BLACK HOLE JUICES!

MAKE BIG MONEY!

CALL BR-549 TODAY!

I’m the type of idiot that would sign up for a job like that. What the fuck else am I gonna do?

/shrug

I wonder if I could write/send letters in close proximity to a black hole. If so, who would I write, and what would I even say?

^Joakim Karud x Dyalla – Wish You Were Here^

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*So, some kinda rube? Interesting, Clicky…*

… Having finally located my DM posting and thus the article, Dear Reader, two things struck me:

“Black holes are commonly surrounded by a hot ‘soup’ of plasma particles that carry a magnetic field,” explains astrophysicist Luca Comisso from Columbia University.

“Our theory shows that when magnetic field lines disconnect and reconnect, in just the right way, they can accelerate plasma particles to negative energies and large amounts of black hole energy can be extracted.”

Comisso‘s new work – co-authored by physicist Felipe A. Asenjo from the Universidad Adolfo Ibåñez in Chile – provides a new prism for glimpsing how energy extraction from a spinning black hole could work.

… Light and Commission from crime. Lashy constantly mentions ‘the crime’. And then, I noticed that I’d posted it to Cade the previous Friday, to within 8 minutes of the exact same time I posted the sinkhole story to him last night. 8 minutes…

*It’s… not a week sync, Clicky… /lights up… Beside, the 15th was mum’s birthday, may she rest in peace… /smokes…*

I think that’s quiet enough for now. Enjoy your we kenned, Dear Reader. And have a Song 😀

Missive From ‘Merica: And We’re Off…

Hello there, Dear Reader, and happy new year 😀

No doubt, we’ve had a belter of a start to 2021, what with rampant mutant Covid, stricter lockdowns and a spot of argy-barginess in the capital of the old ex-Blighty colony, across The Pond…

*Clicky, 24 hours is a fucking long time in politics these days… /lights up and smokes…*

… However, we can take a moment to harken back to the halcyon days of 2020 with a missive from the Okie Devil of Text US, which was started before Christmas, but only landed on the LoL doormat yesterday…

*So do I, Clicky, so do I…*

Enjoy! ❀

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Gluten schlaben. Mime namen ist Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh, ant eive ville best skriptenscribbling for Hare Cade todazengrabben. Cade dus unt spracken sea Germaniac. Zoe, I spracken zoe he noe aint gotta spracken the Dirtch, capisce?

GOTCHA! Heh heh heh…just kidding…it’s me…CADE! There is no Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh. Just me being a racist bastard in speaking English with a German accent…in text. Wait…is “German” a race? Or are Germans just more of the same white fuckers who just so happen to speak their own language.

Q: Are Germans a race.

Answers...we need them.

I need to know if I am an anti-Germite.

^Deadmau5 – Soma [played by Deadmau5]^
“Lick” is right in the big middle of “complicated”.

If you never noticed that before, you have now.

You're welcome.
^Deadmau5 – Sometimes Things Get Whatever (MosDam remix) HQ^

Fuck love. You fuckers can’t even “like” someone, let alone love them, so give the “love will save the world” bullshit a rest, k? Get back to me when you figure out how to unconditionally like someone, or maybe even understand someone…then maybe we can explore the love angle(s). Until then, yeah, STFU with this love bullshit.

^Benny Benassi – Love Is Gonna Save Us HQ^

That which guides you.

Lets think about it.

That, which guides you, in this life.

Can a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume guide your life?

Yeah, I don’t think a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume can guide your life either. But just for shits and giggles, let’s us further explore the topic since it would appear that neither of us have anything better to do.

Q: If you don’t smell a certain way, how does this affect your attitude?

A: ? 
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More than that, how can certain unpleasant or even pleasant smells alter your schedule. You were gonna catch the 6:20 showing of a movie, but now you gotta take a shower and get freshened up, and the next showing isn’t until 8:40. You need to be in bed by 10:00, but now it’s possible you won’t be in bed until just before midnight. You gotta be up at 6:00am, so that short night’s sleep is gonna effect your whole day tomorrow. All this because of…a smell?

Hrm.

Q: Who says I need to smell a certain way?

A: ó¿ó

Let’s look deeper.

^Boris Brejcha – Sometimes Things Get Complicated^

According to this article, these are the 10 largest cosmetic companies in the world.

Top 10 Cosmetics Companies in the World 2020

Just to be thorough, let’s us check and see if there is a top list, and see if there are any big and/or recognizable names that might be missing from that first list.

WOAH!

Fuck that Top 10 nonsense, let's go Top 50!

Ranking the Top 50 Cosmetic Companies

Jesus Christ…they only give the top 10. I got to use them as a go-between in order to get to the actual list?

:/

TOP 50 COSMETICS BRANDS RANKING-Table View

Lotta differences between that first list and the second list. Anyway, here’s why I’m primarily interested in various cosmetics companies of the world.

AH! But hold the phone here…

And of course, there are other opinions to be had…

But after seeing that bit on this grooming gang report, I got to thinking…wait a sec here…

Q: Aren’t cosmetic companies capable of being qualified as “grooming gangs”?

A: Âż??

Being understood is not as easy as it sounds.

^Deadmau5 – Soma (For Lack Of A Better Name) (Mark Walter Remix)^

Let’s us just see how rabbit holes may not necessarily be fallen into, but rather…dug with our own hands.

Rockingham Speedway
Richmond County, North Carolina
Rockingham County, North Carolina
Walnut Cove, North Carolina
Walnut Cove Cemetery (Also known as Highland Memorial Park)
Johnny Green Smith Jr.
Apollymi
A.W.R.

Now…the question is, how do I, describe to you, how I wound up at 12:24 in the morning reading about a man who died in North Carolina back in May of 2020. Further, how do I explain to you why I kept going, step after step, until there were so many “syncy” things that I had to stop digging.

A: I just do.

I strap in, commit myself to telling the tale, and then I take the time tell it.

I don’t whale it.
I don’t flail it.

I don’t sell it.

I tell it.

^Paranormal investigations the fun, danger and stories with Sam Hundley Hauntings.^

You know that party you were invited to? Yeah, the one where you knew absolutely no one who was gonna be at this party? Maybe you kinda sorta knew the person who invited you, but everyone else…nah, you didn’t know a single…fucking…soul. You wrestled and wrangled as to whether you should go or not. What should I wear? Who are these people? What are they like? Do we have anything at all in common? What should I be prepared to talk about? Should I contact the person who invited me and ask if I can drag someone along with me so I don’t feel so isolated and alone? Do I really want to put one of my friends through this same potentially awful experience? Why in the hell am I even doing this?!?!?!??

You had an experience that maybe you didn’t fully understand. Oh sure, at the time, it made perfect sense. Over time tho, those naysayers and disbelievers, and especially those who have not had a similar experience are gonna drag you down. Some of the very people who SHOULD believe you are gonna be skeptical, and they may even be doing so for their own selfish or maybe even nefarious means because they don’t want anyone eclipsing them. You may even start to wonder to yourself if this experience ever even happened, because no one seems to believe you, and as such, you wanna experience it again. You may even wanna drag someone along with you so that you can go “SEE! SEE!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!” I get it. I really do get it.

Get it? 😉
^Chris Brown & Benny Benassi – Beautiful People^

As I explained in my replies, I see the “DO IT AGAIN!!!” or “DO IT AGAIN, AND I”LL BELIEVE!” modalities of thinking as being dangerous. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen mention of someone wanting to have a subsequent experience, and in fact, it’s quite a common thing in the paranormal realms. Big Foot hunters, Ghost Hunters, Nessie watchers, UFO chasers, you name it. And if you wanna relate these a little better, you could even put people like Robert Koch and Louis Pasteur to Marie Curie, Max Plank and Peter Higgs in similar categories because they too were chasing phantoms. Hell, the Apostle Paul, Daniel, Samuel,Ursula Kemp, Hermes Trismegistus, Nostradamus, Carl Jung, Dr. Ruth Westheimer…all of them chasing phantoms of one sort or another. Common themes there…belief. Repeatable stuff. Gotta have that subsequent something in order to seal the deal.

Replication Crisis

Just what we need in 2020…an inability to replicate a more or less concrete and solid something.

^Afrojack ft Eva Simons – ‘Take Over Control’ (Extended Mix)^

Anyone else notice that Frozone rode a white horse?

Lemme back up.

First, you will have needed to have seen the movie The Incredibles and/or be familiar with the movie and its characters. In this movie, there is a character named Frozone (Lucius Best), and the character is voiced by Samuel L. Jackson. This morning I got to thinking about “the big fucking deal with skin color”, and it got me to thinking about both representation and symbolism. Started off by me thinking about this little “check mark” that one can obtain on Twitter. “Verified” I think it is called, many people seem to want this little check mark quite badly, but it appears to me that this Twitter Verified nonsense mainly related to influencers, celebrities, famous business folk, and government/official types. The influencers seem to be the lot that are most grasping for this verified status because I guess it will help them turn the ether into gold for them personally.

Digress-ish.
^Odyssey – Going Back To My Roots^

As I was thinking about this verified nonsense, and people scrambling to receive a mark so that they can be part of the club, a line from the movie The Incredibles popped into my head…

“And when everyone’s super…no one will be.”

– Syndrome

If everyone is “verified”, no one will be. What popped into my head next was, “Wait, was Frozone the only person of a non-white color in that film?” Then it occurred to me…

FROZONE…RODE…A WHITE HORSE

Ice. Frozone rode ice. Ice is white.

Sure there are exceptions in the real world, but in the film, pretty sure that Frozone’s ice bridges that he slid around on were all white. Also…Frozone? Fro…Zone? How the fuck did Disney get away with naming a “black” character a name that starts with…

“Fro”?

Was it a nod to “Fro Power” maybe? Anyway, I’m getting off track.

Q: Is a “black” entity’s power diminished by riding a white horse?

A: Increased?

Maybe there’s no effect at all. Or maybe I’m just being naive?

/shrug
^Deadmau5 + Kaskade – Move For Me [Extended Mix] (1080p) || HD^

Hold the pickles…hold the lettuce.

Special orders…don’t upset us.

All we ask is that you let us serve it your way.

Have it yourrrrrr way.

Have it your way

Have it yourrrrr way…at Burger King.

You may not be old enough to remember that commercial/jingle. But I have a question for you…

Q: Is the Burger King Corporation liable for damages to me because I have that stupid thing stuck in my head, its been in there for most of my life, and there is no fucking way to get it out?

A: ???

Seriously…I was not at the age of consent when Burger King started pumping that shit into my head. Was just blissfully unaware. Me being new to the planet and all, I was under the impression that advertising was just part of the world and the people behind all this stuff were good people with good intentions simply letting me know that they had a burger joint and would sell me a burger if I was hungry. I had no idea that they were really trying to worm their way into my head in such a way that they’d be a permanent fixture in my psyche forever and ever. What do I get out of this long term agreement that I did not knowingly nor willingly participate in? Worse still, I can’t talk about it without further infecting others with the same goddamn disease/ailment.

What a weird world, eh?
^TiĂ«sto feat. Tegan and Sara – Feel It In My Bones^

HI! It’s now December 27th. I started this missive on December 14 , but there’s been so much going on that I haven’t had a chance to write any more.

lol

That’s a lie…I ain’t been doing a goddamn thing.

^Satisfaction – Benny Benassi – Isaak Extended Remix^

In a bid for world domination, Nation A attacks Nation B.

Later, Nation A claims that it only attacked Nation B, because Nation B actually attacked Nation A first. Or maybe Nation B was threatening Nation A in such a way as to cause Nation A to defend itself. In essence, Nation A was merely defending itself.

Ever heard this bullshit before?

Yeah? No? What about the “world domination” bit? Ever heard of a group or nation wanting to dominate the world?

Yeah? No?

I guess one of the better questions you might ask yourself is how you are going to react/respond to a group/nation storming into your hood and taking over. It is going to happen. Might also wanna ask yourself how you wanna deal with this certainty. Might wanna preempt. Just sayin’.

The storm is coming. You can either endure it, or be it.

jmo
^Reflekt – Need To Feel Loved (Adam K & Soha Vocal Mix)^

HEY! It’s now January 7th of 2021! Happy New Year you pack of fucking losers, scumbags, douchebags, etc.!

❀

Let us think about evolution, and mutation. In this instance, we are gonna listen to two different songs by the same dude, and we are gonna add in two remixes of these same songs by two different artists.

  • 2 songs by one artist.
  • 2 remixes of these two songs, by two different artists.
Clear? Cool.

What I’m wondering is, what is the difference between evolution and mutation.

  • Is mutation obvious because a more or less definitive source exists?
  • Is evolution obvious because a more or less definitive source does not exist?
^Benny Benassi ft. Gary Go – Cinema (Official Video HD)^

The edge of the Universe is right here. Yes…right here, right now, right in front of you.

Q: Can you reach it?

A: ¿¿¿

Doesn’t matter what it is. If you are aware of it, and cannot reach it, its right in front of you.

Inaccessibility expands.

Accessibility contracts.

All this time, you’ve been standing on the edge of nothingness, and didn’t even know it.

^BENNY BENASSI ‘CINEMA’ (SKRILLEX REMIX)^

People have existed on this planet for a very long time. We mingle. We interact. Some of us even get laid occasionally. Yet suddenly, if you don’t avoid everyone else, and if you don’t stay indoors 24/7, we’re all of us …gonna …be …ded.

DEAD!

No one wants to be dead.

Ded si dab!

^Benny Benassi – I Am Not Drunk^

Here’s the last one…a remix of I Am Not Drunk by Bloody Beetroots. We have had two songs by Benny Benassi…Cinema, and I Am Not Drunk; one remix by Skrillex, one remix by Bloody Beetroots.

Q: Where is the evolutionary something, and where is/are the mutation(s)?

A: 
?...

May your 2021 be nCoV-2019 free, and I hope all your dreams come true.

Now...fuck off.

Oh wait…before you fuck off, maybe give a little thought to who is pumping what into your head, and why. That shit is there forever afterall. Even if you forget it, there is a void there where the something was, but is now “gone”. So yeah, there is an effect. There are effects. Sight(s), sound(s), smell(s), feel(z)…others are leading you around via a lotta different methods whether you realize it or not. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?

Now…you can feel free to fuck the fuck off.

Have a great weekend.
^Benny Benassi – I Am Not Drunk (The Bloody Beetroot Remix)^

cYa | cFa

^Benny Benassi – Who’s Your Daddy?^

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*Whoa… /stubs butt… ‘Who’s Your Daddy?’ and Lashy’s fresh talk out this afternoon is syncy as fuck, Clicky…*

*Ah, that takes me back… /gazes wistfully…*

*What? Oh, okay, Clicky, you get a Song and I’ll finish up here…*

We hope you enjoyed your time spent with us here at the LoL, Dear Reader. I’m afraid there are no refunds if you didn’t… /shrug… Have a Song 😉

Story Time: Facing Eternity

*Leggy wrote a post on nanobots, Clicky? /lights up and smokes… I heard mention of those in a new vid from Lashy just last night…*

We have a little treat for you, Dear Reader, on this cold January day. My good friend Leggy, a.k.a H.K. Hillman, has agreed the LoL can post a story from Fears Of The Old And The New, his collection of short horror yarns. It’s relatively tiny but really packs a punch 😉

Enjoy! ❀

*True – Leggy does live in the Scottish Highlands… /thinks… And he’s got swords…*

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Facing Eternity

by H.K. Hillman

Nigel sat at the remains of his desk, idly twirling the paper-knife in the fingers of his left hand. With a swift motion he grasped it and thrust it through the palm of his right hand. His head pressed the high back of the chair as his body stiffened against the pain, his teeth clamped shut to avoid biting the end of his tongue. With a gasp, he forced his body to relax and looked at his shaking right hand.

Bright red life oozed from both sides, running along the blade and handle of the knife and forming crimson lines along his wrist. His face set into a grimace as he quickly pulled the blade free, then he sat sobbing as he watched the wound close, the flow trickle to a stop. As the last traces of his self-inflicted injury faded, he roughly wiped the blood from his hands onto his trousers. Standing, he walked to the shattered window, wiping the tears from his eyes with a wrinkled, filthy sleeve.

It had been his invention, his own work. Why should he share it? If he had told his supervisors they would simply have taken his idea and left him behind, alone and forgotten. He couldn’t let that happen. He had decided to keep his success secret until he could announce his invention himself. He would wait until the time was right.

He had tested his invention on himself, of course. Nigel recalled that day, months ago, when he had injected his microscopic robots into his veins. He remembered that first thrill as they set to work. His chest pains had vanished as his heart was healed. He had discarded his spectacles as his vision was restored. The arthritic ache in his shoulder simply disappeared. What an invention! He would be famous, or would have been.

Nigel felt tears returning to his eyes as he surveyed the desolation of the city. Four days ago – maybe more, Nigel wasn’t sure – nuclear Armageddon had arrived and everyone had left in a flash of radiation. Nigel could recall the pain as the wave of gamma-rays had followed the edge of the blast through his beautiful suburban house. His carefully tended garden had turned into a desert of brown, twisted stalks, although still in their perfectly ordered rows in the sterile soil.

He watched as the bulging wall of a distant building suddenly gave way, showering bricks and mortar onto the dust-obscured street below. The sound traversed the distance easily, unhindered in the silence of this dead world.

The flash had killed him, but it hadn’t killed his robots. He had no idea how long it had taken them, but they had repaired him. They had brought him back to life. He had invented more than just a medical dream. He had invented immortality.

If only he had told someone else.

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*Fantastic book, Clicky… /stubs butt… So’s ‘is uvver one…*

Catch you later, Dear Reader… And have a Song 😉

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