Uhh I awaken.
Look around for whatever animal shit in my mouth. My right eye won't open. Left
shoulder dislocated. I'm seated. Chained to the corner of someone's cage. I slam my shoulder
against the wall. Got to get back to peak. I'm escaping soon. They'll regret
this.Three
days. I've been in this cage waiting, for three days!
They're smart. Giving me paper utensils.
Soft foods. Keeping me from anything solid.
Today I leave. I saw my redemption as it fell out of my jailer’s pocket. A pecan. I'll be out soon.
I'm free.
They're all dead.
405.
Scientists. Soldiers. Guards.
It was a little bit harder than I thought.
I actually begin to perspire.pressure
I'm angry.
My abduction's part of a bigger plan.
I'm not keen on people making plans for me.
I'll pull their whole organization apart. I pull files from my captors computers. I don't want to be traced. Need a clear vehicle. Realize I've been ignoring the jumentous aroma.
Perfect.
Off-road capability check.
Easy to refuel check.
I kiss my untraceable equine transport, right on the blaze tween its eyes.
I've been missing in action for three days. People have noticed. I've spent two years crafting this existence. I won't have it disturbed. I phone Rasta Rob. He's the only one who knows what I am. He's like my disciple or something. I call him and say. "Ras I need you to get ready to move." Rasta Rob has everything ready. He's bursting with pride. It's almost unbecoming. Standing there like a debutante at cotillion!
It's not him.
It's me. I've got to get myself in check.
I'm angry.
They'll pay.
Rob and I are joined by Love.
She's a real live witch.
I picked up Love in St. Louis.
48 years ago.
I know she looks 22.
I found her married to the needle.
I saved her.
She's a warrior.
Even without my alien tech in her veins she has an intangible depth.
She keeps me sane.
I’ve basically made Rob and Love immortal.
Probably because I'm alone.
Rob and I have been playing the same chess game since1972.
Rob's charismatic nature keeps me out of more scrapes then you can fathom. First order of business going mobile. I refuse to rough it.
We travel in style.
Our RV belongs in a museum.
I like what I like.
When something works for me, I stick with it.
Of course all the technology is cutting-edge.
There are gadgets in this thing that would make Geordie Laforge drool. And weapons of course. We settle in.
My android is driving. My
Love and Rasta are smoking. Again.
We plan. We laugh.
We get stopped by the police. Often.
It’s the RV. It's not inconspicuous. I change it. I'm headed into battle with a bunch of assholes cocky enough to call themselves Totality.
I'm coming.
Eight states later.
Ras, Love and I have our plans wrapped in a frilly bow.
Finally I can let the anger loose again! Wanted to know about me? About my species! We thrive on anger! The kidnapping stunt! Made me angry! I'm Mahes! Last of my kind. I won't be meddled.
We crouch. Grass wets our knees. Tech in our blood precludes the need for binoculars.I
Totality has the building well-fortified. Wish they had less soldiers. Hate making that many widows and orphans. For me there's no nonlethal option. Their fault. They poked the bear
The first levels are clear.
We tear through in a storm of knees and elbows. Broken remnants of human beings litter the halls.
I smell it.
Like nectar.
An aroma I haven't smelled in over a century.
Fuck the map.
I create a path through the walls.
The laboratory is here.
Tubes line the walls.
Each holding a clone.
Of me.
The smaragdine eyes show the truth of it.
I hope for an equally bright spark of intellect.
Only five of the imitations are intelligent.
These humans’ attempts wasted superior genetic material. Another lab. A ship.
Yes glorious vengeance.
They're smart. Giving me paper utensils.
Soft foods. Keeping me from anything solid.
Today I leave. I saw my redemption as it fell out of my jailer’s pocket. A pecan. I'll be out soon.
I'm free.
They're all dead.
405.
Scientists. Soldiers. Guards.
It was a little bit harder than I thought.
I actually begin to perspire.pressure
I'm angry.
My abduction's part of a bigger plan.
I'm not keen on people making plans for me.
I'll pull their whole organization apart. I pull files from my captors computers. I don't want to be traced. Need a clear vehicle. Realize I've been ignoring the jumentous aroma.
Perfect.
Off-road capability check.
Easy to refuel check.
I kiss my untraceable equine transport, right on the blaze tween its eyes.
I've been missing in action for three days. People have noticed. I've spent two years crafting this existence. I won't have it disturbed. I phone Rasta Rob. He's the only one who knows what I am. He's like my disciple or something. I call him and say. "Ras I need you to get ready to move." Rasta Rob has everything ready. He's bursting with pride. It's almost unbecoming. Standing there like a debutante at cotillion!
It's not him.
It's me. I've got to get myself in check.
I'm angry.
They'll pay.
Rob and I are joined by Love.
She's a real live witch.
I picked up Love in St. Louis.
48 years ago.
I know she looks 22.
I found her married to the needle.
I saved her.
She's a warrior.
Even without my alien tech in her veins she has an intangible depth.
She keeps me sane.
I’ve basically made Rob and Love immortal.
Probably because I'm alone.
Rob and I have been playing the same chess game since1972.
Rob's charismatic nature keeps me out of more scrapes then you can fathom. First order of business going mobile. I refuse to rough it.
We travel in style.
Our RV belongs in a museum.
I like what I like.
When something works for me, I stick with it.
Of course all the technology is cutting-edge.
There are gadgets in this thing that would make Geordie Laforge drool. And weapons of course. We settle in.
My android is driving. My
Love and Rasta are smoking. Again.
We plan. We laugh.
We get stopped by the police. Often.
It’s the RV. It's not inconspicuous. I change it. I'm headed into battle with a bunch of assholes cocky enough to call themselves Totality.
I'm coming.
Eight states later.
Ras, Love and I have our plans wrapped in a frilly bow.
Finally I can let the anger loose again! Wanted to know about me? About my species! We thrive on anger! The kidnapping stunt! Made me angry! I'm Mahes! Last of my kind. I won't be meddled.
We crouch. Grass wets our knees. Tech in our blood precludes the need for binoculars.I
Totality has the building well-fortified. Wish they had less soldiers. Hate making that many widows and orphans. For me there's no nonlethal option. Their fault. They poked the bear
The first levels are clear.
We tear through in a storm of knees and elbows. Broken remnants of human beings litter the halls.
I smell it.
Like nectar.
An aroma I haven't smelled in over a century.
Fuck the map.
I create a path through the walls.
The laboratory is here.
Tubes line the walls.
Each holding a clone.
Of me.
The smaragdine eyes show the truth of it.
I hope for an equally bright spark of intellect.
Only five of the imitations are intelligent.
These humans’ attempts wasted superior genetic material. Another lab. A ship.
Yes glorious vengeance.
