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The Hogs of Entropy 0034
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| | Hogs of Entropy Text Files Present... | |
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| | "Pink Noise" | |
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| | By: Obscure Images/cDc | |
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Twisted images are scrolling up and down the walls, weaving their
threads of artificial joviality into a dynamic insubstantial blur. Fear
runs through my heart as I pass through the lights into a dark room where
I must wait until the time is full. Earlier the Man Who Knows called again.
It was three years ago when it happened, I saw a god, and killed
him. Killed through ideas, a sharp blade of logic that has since become
dull and useless. There was no feeling of any kind, just a sort of cold
rational fugue that took control of my mind. A god is nothing but a
swirling cloud of irrationality, independant of mere biology. That day
set me into a spiral of despair and longing that I never thought I would
escape. When I met the Man Who Knows.
I don't know what his name is, or if he even has a name, but it
is true that he truely Knows everything. I met him in a bar one night
after I got off of work. I was trying to drink myself into oblivion,
emptying glass after glass of cheap tap beer when he sat down on the
stool next to me. The conversation that followed is not important, it was
the aftermath of that night that put me where I am today.
He told me that when I killed my god, I had killed my source of
the chaotic energy that I needed to live. He told me that if I didn't let
him help me out I'd be a dead man in a very short time. You see, he said,
without the primal chaos there can be no flux. Without that flux in your
life, order seeps through your being and you are doomed to the unending
torture of absolute stagnancy.
Quite frankly I was scared shitless by the prospect of becoming a
living statue. So when I went home I couldn't get his words out of my
mind. Looking back I suppose I was already hooked, and nothing could have
been different. The next day I met him at the same bar and he reeled me
in. He had what I needed - a source of chaotic energy. He offered it to
me, with stipulations, of course. I should have declined his offer, but I
was in a state of panic. I would have done anything he said. Later on, I
did.
I'm not going to go into what exactly I had to do, I'm ashamed of
myself as it is. For a stretch of time, however, I felt wonderful, back
to my old self. It was a good time for me, I was mainlining power. Then
He started asking more and more of me, demanding I do things no sane man
would ever do. I did what I was told, craving the power I had become used
to. Today he asked me for the supreme sacrifice, the lump sum of my debt.
I can't say no, because what he offers in exchange is far too great.
Still, I fear for myself, and everyone else in the world.
Now I sit in the dark behind a desk. The only illumination is
from a small display inset in the top of the desk. I can feel when he
enters the room, a chill races through my body. He sits down opposite me
and tells me that I know what I have to do. My hands tremble as they type
the launch commands. When it is done he tells me to get up from behind
the desk. When I get near him he takes my hand and we fade away. While
the rest of the world writhes in the nuclear flames, I watch from beyond.
I see the end, and the beginning, through a curtain of pink noise. When
it is over, He joins me again and leads me toward my destiny.
-Oi-
"I hope you dig it."
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