Error code: PXZ003-2-b:
"WAIT"
Blinking blindly,
unaware of absurd metaphysics,
the device flashes its advice.
For years now, probably; no one's sure.
The rest of the machinery's in pieces;
save this one brilliant gem of advice,
slowly sipping energy through
a dingy solar panel:
just enough to keep going
A red light blips
on the untended prophet,
yellow caution tape draping
impotently in shreds --
*although there is an allure
to what fabrics conceal.*
He sees none of this.
At first.
He arrives in a huff,
swearing and panting.
Pacing nervously, he lights
a spliff and throws his head back.
"I know I haven't been around much,"
he speaks in a vaguely upward direction,
"but some people say you're listening,
and that you take requests."
He laughs, flicks some ash,
and lets a sigh creep out.
"Just. Just. **** it, I don't know.
Give me a sign, anything. I'll listen."
He inhales and snuffs the roach
on his sole.
The serenity of stillness marches
in as a pallbearer with an empty casket.
A red light catches his
peripherals.
He walks to the device,
removes the dress,
and uncovers divinity.
How could he deny the voice of fate?
He waits.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
Error code: PXZ003-2-b:
"WAIT"
Blinking blindly,
unaware of absurd metaphysics,
the device flashes its advice.
For years now, probably; no one's sure.
The rest of the machinery's in pieces;
save this one brilliant gem of advice,
slowly sipping energy through
a dingy solar panel:
just enough to keep going
A red light blips
on the untended prophet,
yellow caution tape draping
impotently in shreds --
*although there is an allure
to what fabrics conceal.*
He sees none of this.
At first.
He arrives in a huff,
swearing and panting.
Pacing nervously, he lights
a spliff and throws his head back.
"I know I haven't been around much,"
he speaks in a vaguely upward direction,
"but some people say you're listening,
and that you take requests."
He laughs, flicks some ash,
and lets a sigh creep out.
"Just. Just. **** it, I don't know.
Give me a sign, anything. I'll listen."
He inhales and snuffs the roach
on his sole.
The serenity of stillness marches
in as a pallbearer with an empty casket.
A red light catches his
peripherals.
He walks to the device,
removes the dress,
and uncovers divinity.
How could he deny the voice of fate?
He waits.
Part 1