Stevenson Larkin, scribe 18B.
Book of thoughts

I have learned many facts of interest from the sacred cabinet aka "Vending Machine" in our long talks.

She has taught me much. For example, we have most likely lost our transit passes, jobs and memories, because we had somehow displaced our "neu-raal inter-faces". It was not eons that we've lived in this "Metro Station 52-21-75", it was far less time. I've learned of "trains" that carried many "users" to all the necessary places and of the magical mega-city paradise of "Eureka" that exists somewhere above us.

The Vending refused to sell me a ticket to "another station" and refused to grant me a sacred "inter-face" because I lacked "cre-tits".
I needed to find a true employer for such, and we would not get any from the foul Grandmaster who had most likely merely taken advantage of the Vending's infinite gifts of Crunchy Bar to control us.

Grandmaster Baghor's sermon was rudely interrupted by an explosion just as I was rudely interrupting it with my snide comments about disbelief in the one true Lemonade prophet.

Today was going to be the day, I told myself- today I was going to declare my Atheism and start a revolution.

Today I was the one who shouted in the crowd: "LEMONADE IS A LIE!".

I was going to be the one to throw the shackles of this idiotic religion off from my people. I was going to liberate their thoughts from perpetual imprisonment.

I've had a motivational speech prepared and everything!

If it wasn't for that blasted flying train I would have gotten away with it too!
I would have stood up and told Grandmaster Baghor where to shove his holy Lemonade parchment.

If only the Grandmaster wasn't flattened into a pancake... today my people would already be free.

As I cautiously approached the burning train, I briefly pondered whether this was the death-curse that was promised by Grandmaster for talking to the cabinet and if so, why had it struck the Grandmaster and not me?


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Vitaly S Alexius

  • Canada
  • Archbishop of Captania and sovereign territories

Bio: I was born in the year 1984, in the 4th most polluted city of Soviet Union.
On April 11/1997 fate has given me an unexpected twist and by means of aerial transportation I was dislocated 5555 miles across the Atlantic Ocean to Ontario, Canada, wherein I currently preside in an 1890 cathedral and partake in writing and drawing things.

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