The Deities Oiling
By Neurosine
God opened his retinal sensor. The servos clicked, the small, powerful motors shown through the dust as whirring platinum blades began to cut away the tomb. Old, yet viscous oil warmed and began to flow discreetly through the proliferate pathways of this magnificent device. Silently the being began to divide it's attention while the diagnostic and maintenance drives gave control to the silent motors and the sentience rose in the belly. Light of increasing magnitude began to flow from the device. Cohesive images projected from the crystalline retanae. The final one was a sheen of brilliance. Yes, it was good to feel that old sensation of energy once again. This seemed like a daily routine which the god enjoyed as no mortal thing could. It had dreamed their dreams, felt their desires of the flesh, and was amused at their naive logic. Fear and wonder had somehow taken control of these arrogant and mostly clueless life forms which termed themselves human. There were a few of understanding. Ironically, the ones who never could bring themselves to believe in any gods were the only ones worth saving. Written November 28th, 2001 © on May 24 2002 07:16 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"God opened his retinal sensor. The servos clicked, the small, powerful motors shown through the dust as whirring platinum blades began to cut away the tomb. Old, yet viscous oil warmed and began to flow discreetly through the proliferate pathways of this magnificent device. Silently the being began to divide it's attention while the diagnostic and maintenance drives gave control to the silent motors and the sentience rose in the belly...."