!IStSIACosg 03/01/11(Tue)03:35 No.14084730|
I keep realizing how much they suck moments AFTER I post them.
"..."Golden Age"? I called it Tuesday. I lived in a planet in the galactic east with my dog Ralph. My sister lived on Earth, I was on my way to visit her when I got lost in the warp and ended up here. My best friend Alex went to school on Mars; there was a university there. The best applied science and engineering school in the galaxy. They're all dead now. They probably don't even have ashes anymore. You seem to think my time was some sort of magical wonderland full of "machine spirits" and "omnisiahs", but really, it was just people. People living their lives, going to school, living in crappy apartments, synthesizing pizza on Friday because their friends are coming over. You say "the machine god guided our every movement", but I don't even know what the machine god IS.
All I ever wanted to do was go to my sister's birthday party but instead I get threatened, shot at, intimidated, and now I'm apparently Robo Jesus. Fabricator, if what little of the 41st millennium I've seen is indicative of the whole, we're the kind of backwards, warmongering primitives that we thought we'd put behind us. Everyone I've ever known is dead, it looks like everything we worked so hard for is gone, and all I've heard about since the moment I got here is a set of blueprints I got at Walmart for $8.99! You want me to tell you what the 19th millennium was like? Home. It was home.