White clouds cover our sins just as we do often–

I might say that the clouds don't have to try nearly as hard.

Maybe one day we will be just as good as them,

and end up seeming just as pure.

Dreamers dream in a small night, periling over themselves

peril never ends, unlike them does not sleep

they could try harder

they couldn't try harder, but so is thought

afraid because they won't be who they want to be

won't be the image everyone made for them

they can't live up to it,

though they feel desires, suppress it

though they feel pride, don't possess it

they forget

and so it continues

dreamers dream of no one's self

only to find them not themself

I jump into where the elevator should be. Nothing but tether now. I drop down a bit as my eyes adjust, and notice I am cornered not only above in the third floor but in this shaft, too.

"Let's see, one, two…" I count the demons. "And then one, two, three groups of them. Oh fuck, that's 9."

Find it and don't fix it, and don't think of how

you find it, you feel it, it comes back around

i was always a skinny boy,

in the news i heard of a new method of eating, it was a supplement of sorts that would give you all of the nutrients you'd need

being interested, i bought some. it ended up being a lot tastier than i had imagined, the flavour was something like a mint with some zest. the "pills" were rather large, but they dissolved so easily it wasn't a problem

anyhow, after doing my usual morning routine, i went out. i was in japan, and today i needed to go home.i went out to drive over to my workplace and..

i noticed something strange while driving. it always seemed like everyone was in the wrong lane. sometimes there were people going forward in the left but also in the right. while others were going back in the right...

soon the world started spinning. my thoughts were absorbed by the impact.

somehow I had managed to jump out of my car, although it was already too late for it. the world was still spinning, so I quickly ran into the closest building.

inside I noticed it was a factory, some kind of small, run down one. i went over to near where a ladder was, and put my hand on a table. there was a gun in my hand. i gripped the gun tightly. it was a revolver, seemingly a very old one. i decided not to question it, there wasn't anyone in sight anyhow. everything was covered in rust.

i climbed up a ladder, and found myself soon on a ledge. very high up. a man - of very short stature, he walked in to the building, talking to himself about something. soon he noticed me and said,

"Hey, there's a way to get down from there pretty easily. there's a ladder right next to you."

i obliged him and slowly climbed down. soon we were talking and he made a gesture to my gun, I kindly handed it to him. we talked for a while about old commercials we knew, products we loved and wished would come back. he told me this was a jello factory, the last one still worked by hand.

eventually during the conversation i noticed he didn't have a voice coming out of his mouth, it was entirely through his lungs seemingly. there was a machine strapped to his torso i didn't see. the world was still spinning.

i asked him where i should go, but the words didn't come out of my mouth before a woman walked in dressed in red with high heels. she escorted me away, slowly walking down the sidewalk.

as we walked away i heard a bang in the distance. i cried.

eventually we made our way to a bus stop, but i just parted ways with her. at this point i couldn't remember my own name, much less where i was going.

eventually i ended up in a bar. there were some guys smoking cigars at the front of the bar (it was L shaped) and I talked with them for a while. they seemed to be nice fellows.

soon I found myself recruited by the Yakuza. in this strange turn of events. I asked one of the guys if I could taste his cigar while he was lighting a new one. i did. it was delicious!

I asked how much it was, to which he replied "15,000 USD." well, guess I wouldn't be smoking those any time soon.

behind the bar was a nice enough looking fellow who had been rolling cigars the whole time we spoke. i asked him, "do you got any cheap ones"? "give me the cheapest you got."

he did, indeed, the whole pack only cost 3 bucks. nice.

i made my way outside. in my purse I had a gun, a pack of 10 cent cigars, and a burn phone. there wasn't really anything else, all of it fell out into the sewer as i was falling out of my car.

thankfully, the phone they gave me was quite nice. if I held the volume-down and a secret button hidden on the front flash, i would access a nice program for checking my hit list.

i walked down the barely lit street, pitch black at midnight. i took a few turns and suddenly my target was before me. well, there wasn't a single person near by, so I just shot him.

my gun was suppressed anyhow.

i took out a cigar making my way back and lit it, my expensive lighter was the only thing left from before my fall. it was fucking delicious. so fucking delicious I questioned what the point of $15,000 cigars was.

anyway, I made my way back. they were convinced I was some kind of genius. anywho, I got in. at this point I just needed money, considering my identity didn't matter a fuck at this point.

i wende and i whan from place to place, doing dirty deed after dirty deed. eventually, one of my gigs was in a mall. i had plenty of time to do it, so i decided to go get doughnuts.

i did. they were delicious. as i left the store though, around the corner from it, i felt a sensation in my back pocket.i quickly grabbed the nearest person to me by the balls. caught him red handed.

we made our way back over to the doughnut shop, and i forced him to buy me some chocolate glazed doughnuts. he kept fidgeting trying to leave, but my groin exploding attacks kept him from.

eventually, he paid, and I let him go. the maidens whomst worked there asked me, "is he alright?" "yeah. he's just got to take his meds. no problem :)"

a woman with a baby was at the next register to me while i was checking out, and i smiled. a maid at the place asked me if i wanted children. "yeah, " i said, "but I can't. my womb doesn't work, and we're still searching for a way to fix it."

the maid was saddened by this, and went back to her work. i left the store, and made my way to my target. being a transmasc enby, i was kind of insulted that people still in 2040 didn't acknowledge my existence. i guess i looked too femme today.

the target was after a very long hall with tons fo people in it, leading outside. there wasn't a soul here, since it was very late. just me, red lights, and a strange kind of outdoors area, abandoned.

so, I sabotaged the power supply, to something, and made my way back.

夢の中で三の井戸見られた。あの井戸に行きながら起きてしまったが、「命」なんてものを感じた・・・・

夢だったって思ったのだが。その井戸が命。その井戸が審理というもの、その見られた夢は現実であったもの。

命の井戸で一次の真力を思い出した。「変われ」という力。そういうものがある・・・・・

考え中で、ただ起きた。

Year unknown. The Earth is at constant war. There is no longer peace, and technology has forced the masses to submit.

An unknown force launches a gigantic spacecraft that engulfs the world in flame. Very few survived this attack, and only ten thousand humans remain on the planet.

20 years pass. Society has yet to fully rebuild. For years, they observe Mars, now mysteriously shrouded in metal.

Year unknown. The biological mutants of the last era are found roaming the Earth. Hunter Team are formed by a powerful family to exterminate the last of them.

After a night observing the metal planet, the head of Hunter Team, Graś, recalls a legend; the legend of ORION-1 — a cybernetic beast created to rend the world of sin not once – but twice. Yet while a hundred years ago this may have seemed just a folk tale, now he knows it to be real. Recalling odd details put out online such as the estimated weight of such a creature, it seems simply too accurate to the situation to not be true.

Year unknown. Hunter Team is mobilized to stop the legendary beast after gargantuan ion storms rain down from Mars, obliterating cities and killing hundreds – forcing humanity to once again retreat to the underground.

The first flame killed over 8 billion, enough to nearly wipe the earth clean. Now Orion is trying to finish the job.

"I had an 80-round around here somewhere. Last I recall it was just sitting in this chair, but father must have hidden it just before the first attack." The young man sifts through various containers, looking for his gun.

Meanwhile, his fellow hunter cracks open the floorboard, and she gleams – "Ooh, looks like there's a bunch of stuff down here."

The boy springs to action and begins sifting through the dozens of various broken lever-action rifles and beach towels for some reason contained within the floor, and finds an 80-round drum magazine in the rubbish. "Here's the spare mag I had when I went hunting. Now where's..." He wonders, while the girl holds something infront of his face. "This it?" She questions, holding a strange – and, in the pile of rifles – out of place sub-machine gun.

"Yes! That's it. Thank you," he says, grabbing the gun rather hastily from her hands. With an ugly drum round and simple, un-ergonomic front grip, the gun is not the prettiest.

The day was pretty long, but eventually we got onto the ship. The anti-gravity chambers were always a bit odd to get used to, but it certainly wasn't the worst part of my day. As we finally lifted off the ground sitting in the lunch room, our instructor briefed us on the situation.

"Cadets. This discovery is perhaps mankind's strangest. We'll be touching down in about 15 minutes, so eat quickly. It's a system not far from our own which for decades we have somehow overlooked. In essence, it is a direct copy of our planetary system. It appears that some few centuries ago, a giant part of the population of the planet was replaced. Only approximately one tenth of the planet is even inhabited by life. Much of that is not carbon based lifeforms, but silicon based ones. It seems that artificial life forms have somehow replaced most of the natural inhabitants of the planet, and buried them under ground. They do not take well to us, either."

The instructor's words were bewildering, to say the least. Without any time to dwell on the matter, the automated announcement system beeped and said, "Please brace for impact. This ship is landing at CX-43-01-06."

After the turbulence stopped and we deshipped, we were met with the strangest sight we'd ever seen. Earth, as we knew it centuries ago in the early 2000s, but with no sign of life anywhere. Giant buildings still stood decrepit and filled with green, fields for miles where perhaps there were roads and highways. And to complete the sight, there were robotic life forms of dozens of kinds, roaming the wild, flying high above, crawling the ground. One which stood out to me was a towering black robot with two legs and no arms. Its body was sort of cylindrical, horizontally. It reminded me of an ape, although veritably huge and with no arms. Actually, I guess the analogy falls apart the more you think about it.

Among the fields were various researchers who had set up camps, monitoring these life forms and surveying the landscape. We were directed to one particular research team, named "Paul."

We were designated to search a particular building, the teams all were organized to search in a pattern across the landing city. Ours was a restaraunt. The moment I walked in with the others I could tell it was going to be a problem; the geometry of the room was particular and clearly altered to suit some inhabitant which had been living in it for a while. I stopped the team as we entered, pointing to the various traps laid about. Some of them didn't believe me, but with enough coaxing I was permitted to search alone.

One of – no, perhaps the sole inhabitant – was running wildly about. It was an oddly shaped, sort-of flat being. Grey, sort of beige likely due to dirt. It flung itself through the room, avoiding every trap it had laid, almost mocking me. I was myself a thin and acrobatic person, so I chased it, like a game we were both having fun playing. Despite the clearly deadly traps, I had a lot of fun running after this thing, and eventually I caught it. The robotic being was not hostile by nature, and from that I had guessed that perhaps none of them were.

where is the rainbow
it's somewhere here
i see it in tomorrow
today i feel
where is the rainbow
all its colors
its carefree
its flow always
i want to chase it again
and be like myself
i see the rainbow
and toward it i run

It was midnight, and the being that had erupted from the southern volcano was rampaging still, throwing away the lives of millions.

Millions lost to our lack of foresight. But we cannot do anything now. The beast never sleeps. It only grows.

I saw a child, with her mother; the child looked up to me and said, "Is my daddy doing good in the war?" So I thought, this young lady knew too well of the sitaution. But still I replied to her, "Yes, I saw him just a few minutes ago preparing to depart."

Her mother cried, but she stood silent.

So I said to him, my partner, "David, is this not too far gone? Is it even possible to save merely one life at this point?"

"I can't leave this place knowing we didn't try. We must keep fighting."

"David, surely you jest—"

"Can you still walk, fire a weapon? Invoke methods?"

"Yes," I answered reluctantly.

"We will go, and we will win. If we don't…"

"I understand."

[insert things about fighting, then finally crashing back into The Place]

"It always comes back to this place."

"Doesn't it?"

"We need to use it, David."

"I have, through seeing all possibilities, failed to find any other solution."

"This sucks."

I got up out of the rubble, wiped the dust off my coat, and walked toward the kitchen. The cabinets were still pristine, unlike the rest of the house, now destroyed by us crashing directly into it.

The third cabinet from the right side of the room, on the bottom shelf, lay a small cake, not but the size of a miniature candle, round in shape and with four candles smaller than a nail burning strong. The cake made of chocolate, and the icing on the outside like a shell, vanilla.

"Are you ready? Look into my eyes." I said, taking the cake and shoving it into my mouth, whole.

I chewed the cake, which must not have taken even five seconds, and swallowed it.

"O divine cake of reason, forgive us but one treason; destroy this world, in place another, the time to go, for last summer."

"The final sin laid out tonight, remove of us the fatal plight;"

"Conteret omnia haec, respice in hac mundi."

As the roof went crashing down, everything became a blur.

The ritual was complete.

[insert sections]

• reuniting
• planning
• moving
• insertion
• destruction
• forgiveness
• procedure
• finish