7 DAYS: THE MACHINE GOD VERSUS THE MAN WITH A GUN
1. A man ran into this workplace, gunned down every suit in sight, and shouuted
"You're free!"
We didn't know what to do.
2. The man with the gun ran in, shot all the suits, and shouted at us
"Kneel before your Gods, you slaves! Now you shall be freed!"
"Thank you,"
I whispered as he pointed his gun at me, tears of joy screaming down my face.
3. The man with the gun ran in, shot all the suits, and shouted
"Bow down before your Machine-God, folls!"
I said to him
"no, because we are singing so beautifully together."
He smiled, agreed, and then either shot me or let me live.
4. The men with the gun ran in, shot all the suits, and then turned and shouted
"------------------------------------------------------------!!"
Nothing answered except the whirr and chunk of machine. Despair struck his face, and he fell
down dead. Without all the suits, the machines rusted and decomposed.
5. TV NewsBit:
"Police are looking for suspects involved in fires that led to the destruction of a manufacturing plant in Cleveland. Fortunately, no one was harmed. Onlookers have described the fire as 'so hot, you could hear the metal screaming!' Property damage is assessed at..."
6. Newspaper Clipping:
"An unidentifiable male body was found mutilated and hanging from a hook inside a 40' long chemical washer at a manufacturing plant in Cleveland. The body was at the plant adjacent to the one gutted by an arsonist's fire last Wednesday. Police have not yet ruled out suicide, but further investigation is on hold until the body is identified. Company officials claim no connection, and report that work will resume on Monday."
7. Click...
Whirr...
Ugh...
Grunt...
Click...
Whirr...
Ugh...
Grunt...
Click...
Whirr...
Ugh...
Grunt...
Click...
Whirr...
Ugh...
Grunt...
Click...
Whirr...
Ugh...
Grunt...
One
More
Sign
Around the room
Full of streetsigns spinning counterclockwise
I'm dreaming the traffic jam in my mind.
Un
W
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Ing down in time.
BURSTS
bubbles
Like bubbles the cars drift all out of line.
Bobble
bouncing
bubble cars
POP
On the buildings all the cement corners
Being cleaned for the first time since they were constructed bright gleaming moonglow
corners mellowing now in the fog and soapy city lights.
Or else they clustered in piles,
Bubbles, complete with family inside, all the odd shapes and colors
Sliding onto each other shifting, melding,
The roads were packed with their hungry shiny superclean masses drifting high between
the building tips.
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christopher green -(er, the Grass is Always) lives in madison, ohio, trying to huck a buck and foil the master plans of his evil sis, kathy.
seven days
gobble
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