Tuesday, April 1, 2008 at 8:21AM 00 Coda Prologue
“…Mommy used to tell me about the legends of old:
The sky, with its color of placid electricity, larger than the vault.
The Sea, like some thousand cisterns, shaky and foamy like milk.
The Sun, like the Core-Power Source, shinning on your face.
The Night, like a massive shut down with sparkling circuits.
The Wind & Rain, like fans and sprinklers with wills of their own…
Like what daddy said about those poor people
Who were dull witted, whose psynodes began to think for them.
Daddy used to say that machines were not allowed to make decisions.
Not even to fix the afflictions of our blood, which people say:
It's no longer good. It's not longer fresh. It's no longer pure.
Machines don’t understand that the nano-fixing is not good.
They don’t know how it warps people.
They don’t care how mommy died.
I wanna go out...”

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