Post by Prime on Mar 24, 2012 10:27:14 GMT -5
We today live in a black world, the promise has been all but sucked out of it. Every moment of life, of feeling alive, is hard won and constantly sought. Hordes of people take to their hobbies, seeking a meaning to fill a void. That void itself is eternal, and ironically, without it existence, we could never group to be so magnificent.
Because that lust to fill the emptyness is what always pushes us onwards, even as we feel the profound pain of the eternal hole in our hearts. Love can bridge it, for a time, but it was never intended to last. Life is ephemeral, and we are chained to our singular perspectives of reality.
There was never hope, there is never hope. Hope is an illusion created by chance, a sum of zero given only for the purpose of being stripped away. Hope is placing value in nothing, a deriding function of self that takes away all responsibility and perseverence. Hope is for the lost who refuse to make their own paths.
This words true nature is many paths, we forge the paths. Whether lost in a greater void, surrounded by virtues of debaucheries. Without these paths we forge, the meaning is gone. And though its all a self generated illusion, we've no lot but to live it, for our futures depend on it. They depend on that one breakthrough that will strip it all away, and give a single that singular light of truth.
Though filtered through perception, truth is ultimately what we seek. Our lives are convoluted pathes that refuse to give it and always seeks it, simultainiously giving others meaning as we seek meaning ourselves. Our minds are merely a symbiot state with those around us, attempting to give meaning so that meaning may be given in turn.
In truth, we are lost, but we shine so brightly in the dark. Without the dark, there would be nothing to beat back. And without the light, the dark would have nothing to consume. Everything is balance, always attempting to overcome the other, despite the ultimate futility in the very act.
All there is now, is hope. And hope is merely an illusion.
Hope, is the first Chain of Prometheus.
* * *
Boom! The gardens shook as the many people gathered cheered, fireworks erupting brilliantly in a cloudless night sky. The gardens were filled to bursting with thousands of people, all celebrating before a brightly lit stage.
From the stage, the politician named Drake Briers was speaking, to the adulation of all present, and those beyond watching over the radio waves broadcasting his image all around the world.
Drake stood smiling on the stage, waving to the people below and around him. Looking to be just as exhaulted as them, he was a middle aged man who didn't have the story of his years painted on his face.
He stood straight, wearing a black suit with a red shirt under the jacket. A long tie with black diagonal stripes breaking up the red, and he stood with the confident aura of a man who'd fought and won his power, and was no where near his fall.
"Its been my pleasure to announce this to you," He said with a strong voice, more treble than timbre. "The Prometeus Project is proposed to unify the world, bring us all together as a whole. No more of this petty squabbling, no more fighting amonst ourselves!"
The people cheered him on, several new commentators on the sidelines were comparing the entire event to woodstock. The whole setup had started virally, through youtube of course. And even some of the larger companies supposed control over the franchise had broken down in the face of the viral information leaking out.
"Though its a shame so many harsh steps are having to be taken for this to be done, it is nessisary! All these differences, always building up walls between us? What for? Are we not all the same within? Race, religion, economy, class or colour! None of these matter! But they do, for no other reason than those around you tell you that it matters!"
Drake shook his head, pounding a fist on the podium. "No more, none of these things matter! These destinctions are threats to us all, threats to unity and peace. Threats to our futures and those of our children. These are lies, built up since ancient times to divide us, and make us easier to control!" He said, "At this moment, around the world, the highest of these concerns are being dismantled!"
More cheering followed, this crowd at least being solidly with them. The reporters started blending reports from Israel, the Vatican, and others. Large religious institutions were under assault from black armored soldiers, and many of them were displaying a surprising amount of resistance with things they shouldn't have.
"They fight us, they've always tried to divide us. Their rules have concured us, and for centuries we've bent under the yoke of their politely disguised oppression, taken the lot thats been given to us, and just tried to make the best we could of it." Drake yelled, "And tonight, today. This very hour, this will end! We will at last be free, a free people of a free world, a free and unified world. A detailed system is being worked out for this new world democracy, but first the old must be abolished." He said.
"Several nations have already agreed, having supported the viral information that brought you all here. Canada, England, Germany, Russia, Ukrain, Poland and many others! Their governments will be dispanded and give way for the new system. To those who've not agreed, covert action has been taken. They've all, to a one, had government funded agencies slowly replaced by those supporting the Prometheus Project."
"Tonight, all our old suffering ends. And tomorrow we look to the future."
He continued on, but Prime had tuned him out at this point. He was fairly certain he knew what was coming next. He pulled out his cell, withdrawing from the edges of the crowd. Scrolling through his list, he checked everyone on his contacts, and sent out a mass text.
"They're coming, get out."
He closed the cell, slipping it back into his pocket.
"Alright, I'm finished." He said, looking around at the ring of more than 20 black armored soldiers who'd surrounded him since he'd left the crowd. "Thank you for waiting, I'd ask how you found me, but being the only man in a crowd of hippies wearing weapons likely points me out as a person of interest aye?"
He slowly pulled his katana free, letting it catch the moonlight. He heart pounded in his ears, the crowd still roaring behind him with one, exhaulted voice. People, as a whole it seemed, were always willing to eb decieved.
"Well, lets make a good start on this new human world shall we?" Prime took a step forward, and every energy weapon leveled at him fired at once. A small explosion rocked the night, knocking several of the armored soldiers over.
In the center of the clearing created by the explosion, all that remained was a broken blade.
Because that lust to fill the emptyness is what always pushes us onwards, even as we feel the profound pain of the eternal hole in our hearts. Love can bridge it, for a time, but it was never intended to last. Life is ephemeral, and we are chained to our singular perspectives of reality.
There was never hope, there is never hope. Hope is an illusion created by chance, a sum of zero given only for the purpose of being stripped away. Hope is placing value in nothing, a deriding function of self that takes away all responsibility and perseverence. Hope is for the lost who refuse to make their own paths.
This words true nature is many paths, we forge the paths. Whether lost in a greater void, surrounded by virtues of debaucheries. Without these paths we forge, the meaning is gone. And though its all a self generated illusion, we've no lot but to live it, for our futures depend on it. They depend on that one breakthrough that will strip it all away, and give a single that singular light of truth.
Though filtered through perception, truth is ultimately what we seek. Our lives are convoluted pathes that refuse to give it and always seeks it, simultainiously giving others meaning as we seek meaning ourselves. Our minds are merely a symbiot state with those around us, attempting to give meaning so that meaning may be given in turn.
In truth, we are lost, but we shine so brightly in the dark. Without the dark, there would be nothing to beat back. And without the light, the dark would have nothing to consume. Everything is balance, always attempting to overcome the other, despite the ultimate futility in the very act.
All there is now, is hope. And hope is merely an illusion.
Hope, is the first Chain of Prometheus.
* * *
Boom! The gardens shook as the many people gathered cheered, fireworks erupting brilliantly in a cloudless night sky. The gardens were filled to bursting with thousands of people, all celebrating before a brightly lit stage.
From the stage, the politician named Drake Briers was speaking, to the adulation of all present, and those beyond watching over the radio waves broadcasting his image all around the world.
Drake stood smiling on the stage, waving to the people below and around him. Looking to be just as exhaulted as them, he was a middle aged man who didn't have the story of his years painted on his face.
He stood straight, wearing a black suit with a red shirt under the jacket. A long tie with black diagonal stripes breaking up the red, and he stood with the confident aura of a man who'd fought and won his power, and was no where near his fall.
"Its been my pleasure to announce this to you," He said with a strong voice, more treble than timbre. "The Prometeus Project is proposed to unify the world, bring us all together as a whole. No more of this petty squabbling, no more fighting amonst ourselves!"
The people cheered him on, several new commentators on the sidelines were comparing the entire event to woodstock. The whole setup had started virally, through youtube of course. And even some of the larger companies supposed control over the franchise had broken down in the face of the viral information leaking out.
"Though its a shame so many harsh steps are having to be taken for this to be done, it is nessisary! All these differences, always building up walls between us? What for? Are we not all the same within? Race, religion, economy, class or colour! None of these matter! But they do, for no other reason than those around you tell you that it matters!"
Drake shook his head, pounding a fist on the podium. "No more, none of these things matter! These destinctions are threats to us all, threats to unity and peace. Threats to our futures and those of our children. These are lies, built up since ancient times to divide us, and make us easier to control!" He said, "At this moment, around the world, the highest of these concerns are being dismantled!"
More cheering followed, this crowd at least being solidly with them. The reporters started blending reports from Israel, the Vatican, and others. Large religious institutions were under assault from black armored soldiers, and many of them were displaying a surprising amount of resistance with things they shouldn't have.
"They fight us, they've always tried to divide us. Their rules have concured us, and for centuries we've bent under the yoke of their politely disguised oppression, taken the lot thats been given to us, and just tried to make the best we could of it." Drake yelled, "And tonight, today. This very hour, this will end! We will at last be free, a free people of a free world, a free and unified world. A detailed system is being worked out for this new world democracy, but first the old must be abolished." He said.
"Several nations have already agreed, having supported the viral information that brought you all here. Canada, England, Germany, Russia, Ukrain, Poland and many others! Their governments will be dispanded and give way for the new system. To those who've not agreed, covert action has been taken. They've all, to a one, had government funded agencies slowly replaced by those supporting the Prometheus Project."
"Tonight, all our old suffering ends. And tomorrow we look to the future."
He continued on, but Prime had tuned him out at this point. He was fairly certain he knew what was coming next. He pulled out his cell, withdrawing from the edges of the crowd. Scrolling through his list, he checked everyone on his contacts, and sent out a mass text.
"They're coming, get out."
He closed the cell, slipping it back into his pocket.
"Alright, I'm finished." He said, looking around at the ring of more than 20 black armored soldiers who'd surrounded him since he'd left the crowd. "Thank you for waiting, I'd ask how you found me, but being the only man in a crowd of hippies wearing weapons likely points me out as a person of interest aye?"
He slowly pulled his katana free, letting it catch the moonlight. He heart pounded in his ears, the crowd still roaring behind him with one, exhaulted voice. People, as a whole it seemed, were always willing to eb decieved.
"Well, lets make a good start on this new human world shall we?" Prime took a step forward, and every energy weapon leveled at him fired at once. A small explosion rocked the night, knocking several of the armored soldiers over.
In the center of the clearing created by the explosion, all that remained was a broken blade.