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Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
18:35
November 9, 1959
“I am here today to bring up a rather pressing matter.” He paused, then continued. “Subject DK. 522912 is unfortunately deceased as of November 9. Pronounced dead at two P.M. this afternoon due to the fungus that was found in Northern California.” His eyes stared at the screen then drew his attention towards an empty flask. His pale, coarse fingers picked up a flask and skimmed through its curved rim until he reached the edge, then placed it back onto the metal table.
“I believe there is more to the story than what they are leading on. They are keeping us from creating a new vision for humanity. They had limited us to the rules of God himself and the tranquility that has been placed on us to withhold. A mere mortal can not simply wish to alter the laws of nature if those laws will forever be interminable,” he said.
The tinted light creaked above him loosely; the new age of men was upon this sinister world, shaking from the lack of ingenuity and displaying its side effects on tangible objects. Rustic pipes leaked water that changed in color and smell, dripping onto concrete floors that once reflected familiar faces, now appearing dreadful. The papers that remained on the cold-decaying floors absorbed the water that crept on from all sides; Smudges of ink were all that remained.
Right behind his computer, a jumble of red webs connected pictures of various scenes such as newspapers, graphs, notes, and more. ‘Webs of ignorance’, he called it. His masterpiece that he contracted from the deepest parts of his self-torment. He glanced back at his work of art and reached over to feel his reality coming true before his eyes. A glimmer of hope beamed in the center of his face as his fingertips glazed the jagged thread, following the road from one picture to the next. Temperance was truly a virtue.
“We can not exceed God-like powers, but there’s a high probability that we could mimic them. Let us not be held by the chains of our minds. Let us free others who have been blinded by the greed of higher-ups. Let us rejoice in a new world, a new dawn. For we are not suppressed by our morality, rather we are the holders of it.” There was a defining silence. A gap in his speech presented itself with the sound of the clock ticking aimlessly on the wall.
The sound, however, could not mask the horrid noise of the generators. It grated and shook against the walls — the paint peeling off, displaying the gray concrete — and let out a high-pitched shrill that pierced the air. The warmth from the machine plus the horrid stench from the mildew-covered walls made him gasp for fresh air. In this dissonant world of clashing elements, he longed for a moment of respite, a sanctuary from the horrid symphony that had become his daily torment.
He took a breath, then another, and one more after that. “This world will not oppress us anymore; for even The Creator will learn to save us a seat right beside him. For we will change the DNA of this cruel world and be stronger than imaginable. It will, unfortunately, take more time than expected. We are hoping we will complete phase one before the next full moon.”
His dark brown eyes stared straight through the computer, looking beyond the void behind him. He relaxed his body, lifted his eyebrows slightly, and curved his lips into a smile.
“We have earned our place in the sight of God…” The screeching sound of alarms suddenly ripped through the room; red lights flared against the walls. It danced with such precision that he could see moving even if he closed his eyes.
The noise would never stop, it would never stop echoing the deviltry that was hidden from his angelic face. For only the shadows that were eternally bound to him could speak of him with such disdain. With such hatred. With such revulsion.
There was no start.
There was no middle.
There was no end.
There were only the fragments of impurity sewn into the shadows of the newest form of angels. Even then, the ethereal beauty of the new creations will surpass the sinful creatures that roam the earth. For being unstained is a virtue. He clasped his hands together with crimson lights concealing his ‘angel-like features’. Only revealing the shadow of his true form.
A shadow was treacherous for humankind.
“Now it is time to conquer.”