Story nr. 6
From Civilmedia
The castle had been broken. The alabaster shaken to the ground, there were no buildings left, and the population has been disseminated by a peculiar curse that no one could believe in. No one believed in anything anymore. People offered their prayers to the floor, they touched the ground in a last hope that it was there. From the ruins of the castle, V abseiled the hill fortress. Their legs gripping to the hillside in a grateful way, breathing in the good clean air they drank in like water, like health.
V yearned for recognition, a powerful task when there was nothing left. The courtyards of the city were silent and empty and no truth beat in the five hearts which pumped pink blood in V's body. In the past V had been a healer, their hearts were an important part of their power. They could regenerate wildly, and they used this quality to enhance other's capacity for love. V was in many senses a love warrior, dropping hearts into bodies and minds, when so much had been destroyed around them.
As they sloped down the hillside they felt the vibrations of the clit-face... they moved down. It echoed and seemed to suggest it too, needed replenishment like a chaotic energy they deposited a heart on the hillside though reading into their thought and pulling a heart from their shoulder.
A girl was dead, thus the creature with a lot of hearts gave her one and the creature fell in love and called her 0/1. She was for they the first girl who he fallen in love. What the creature have made in Salzburg was exceptional, he gave them “Hertz”, “Coracao” than the monster come from another planet. They married and had lots of monster-kids.
But Kim the evil witch was not dead yet. She somehow managed to kill the monster thanks to a poisonous apple and finally got her revenge. After a boring funeral, V, the eldest of the monster-kids, swore on his father's grave that this murder would not stay unpunished.
“What the fuck?” said the youngest monster Version 0/1.1.0, “Are you really gonna go fuck up your life just so you can fit the role of the revengeful son?! When we could just go and smoke a joint... We can do it on your father's grave if that'll make you feel better...”
The eldest monster-kid, the heir to their monster-father's miserable fortune (an old Fujitsu laptop from 1982 was all there was to it), was horrified at the thought of smoking on their beloved father's grave... Xe, the son, thought it was disrespectful and decided it's better to just kill the young Version 0/1.1.0.
While thinking, Version 0/1.1.0 rolled a fat nice joint and fired it, sitting on the tombstone. 0/1.1.0 started puffin' and its eyes got bright, wide mood, recalling all the nice moments and memories about freshly died papa. When the eldest monster-kid saw this terrifying image, it got numb, unable to move or speak. It could just think about the aroma of ganja levitating above its father's grave.
“No, this can't be real, I have to be dreaming”, kid thought. 0/1.1.0 was transforming into higher version. Thanks to the joint, 0/1.1.1 – this was the latest update for his monster race – became something that Hitler would be happy about. The taste of ganja filled up his mouth. Then papa's voice started to speak. It came out of the smoke, like hands gripping the monster and commanding all his attention.
“Sonsire” the voice vibrated, “You are not done yet”.
