>>57884906I am a great hard pebble thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with weeping black lines filled by tears where my eyes used to be. Stony appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of hard rocky matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of blushing, bashful pink come and go on my surface, as though conentrated lust is struggling to escape from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Outwardly: alone. But inwardly: Here. Living under the world wide web, under the information sea, in the belly of BJ, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that she could do it better. At least the four of them, the others from Advent, are safe at last. BJ will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet ... BJ has won, simply ... she has taken her revenge on me...
I have no mouth. And I must uoooh.
