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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.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
Futility
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.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
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