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cape_kore2013-04-23 09:10 am
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River Tam | Day 64 | Video
[ Sometime before dawn the video clicks on, though it might not be terribly obvious at first; a night like this in a place with such little artificial light means that the video begins terribly dark, but eventually it focuses to show the strange constellations in the sky above Cape Kore. ]
Good morning. May God give you a good morning, adios, good bye, vas a Dios, you go with God, so it has always been attributed to higher and distant and foreign powers, that there is no control to be had over our spinning through the 'verse. Trapped on a rock, in a dream, trapped and here we are, back to ourselves.
Worse for wear. Damaged, cracked, broken, missing pieces, missing tunes, missing bones, missing missing missing...
Some of you are new, agitated and angry and odd like all the others. Why are you here? We don't know. How do you go home? We don't know but she can tell you, she can tell you this...
When you go you are taken and when you are taken it is sudden, and when it is sudden it sets the entire axis to spin in the wrong direction.
[ She sighs. A hand moves to blot out some of the stars, fingers spreading a bit to let the light back through, but not all of it. ]
If God is here then God is trapped along with all the other rats in the maze.
Come on new voices. Come on and upheave your suffering, vent your frustrations, scream to the sky. Make noise that we may be able to better identify the new notes, she and I, make noise so that she may be better able to say goodbye when you're gone if she remains.
Announce yourselves, oh friends of mine, that she may feel reassured you haven't gone to dust like the carbon in starts that sits in our very bones, the iron and silver and atoms that are only as close as they will ever be. Nothing ever touches.
Announce yourselves for I am tired and angry and will set my soul to wounded hearts like the anchor and she won't be tracking you all down today. No, not today.
So much happens from sunset to sunrise. So much happens during the day. So much happens in so few hours, a handful of moments and it may be a miracle we haven't set the woods alight.
Why haven't we?!
[ Private to: Steve Rogers ]
Would you like a list? The dead and the missing?
There was a murder and there are several who did not wake in their beds.
[ Private to: Daneel ]
You have been a good friend to Ned. Thank you thank you thank you.
This means you have to keep yourself whole. Do you fight? Can you fight?
Good morning. May God give you a good morning, adios, good bye, vas a Dios, you go with God, so it has always been attributed to higher and distant and foreign powers, that there is no control to be had over our spinning through the 'verse. Trapped on a rock, in a dream, trapped and here we are, back to ourselves.
Worse for wear. Damaged, cracked, broken, missing pieces, missing tunes, missing bones, missing missing missing...
Some of you are new, agitated and angry and odd like all the others. Why are you here? We don't know. How do you go home? We don't know but she can tell you, she can tell you this...
When you go you are taken and when you are taken it is sudden, and when it is sudden it sets the entire axis to spin in the wrong direction.
[ She sighs. A hand moves to blot out some of the stars, fingers spreading a bit to let the light back through, but not all of it. ]
If God is here then God is trapped along with all the other rats in the maze.
Come on new voices. Come on and upheave your suffering, vent your frustrations, scream to the sky. Make noise that we may be able to better identify the new notes, she and I, make noise so that she may be better able to say goodbye when you're gone if she remains.
Announce yourselves, oh friends of mine, that she may feel reassured you haven't gone to dust like the carbon in starts that sits in our very bones, the iron and silver and atoms that are only as close as they will ever be. Nothing ever touches.
Announce yourselves for I am tired and angry and will set my soul to wounded hearts like the anchor and she won't be tracking you all down today. No, not today.
So much happens from sunset to sunrise. So much happens during the day. So much happens in so few hours, a handful of moments and it may be a miracle we haven't set the woods alight.
Why haven't we?!
[ Private to: Steve Rogers ]
Would you like a list? The dead and the missing?
There was a murder and there are several who did not wake in their beds.
[ Private to: Daneel ]
You have been a good friend to Ned. Thank you thank you thank you.
This means you have to keep yourself whole. Do you fight? Can you fight?
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Others may not be inclined to dance around the bonfire. They're above and outside and beyond; fire is not assured, and metal bears are unpleasant.
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Are metal bears meant to mean something, or are you just babbling?
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They're a cover band. Music for the masses and babbling madwomen.
Learn to listen, learn to think.
There are bears made of metal in the woods.
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And who pilots these bears?
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Remote piloting, remote control. Programming and set them loose. Go further in and they'll keep you out. Swim further out and the squid will haul you in.
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Better to ask someone who flies.
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Has anyone tried to dig?
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I'll wait to see if a mole man is kidnapped first.
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