Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 2] [Acidity City]
04-11-2012, 01:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
“Everything in life is luck.”
-Donald Trump
Darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. The void is the manifest of darkness. No light. No sound.
Sound. Sound is the vibration of air, which makes creating noise sound a lot harder than it really is. A less-than-five (infant. baby. birthed fetus.) can created many decibels of noise without thinking anything more than I’m upset.
This was what Emma (Root Meaning: All-containing, universal) was probably exactly thinking, since she, too, was crying, screaming, mourning, weeping like the Virgin Mary, before the cross of Jesus. A child borne of etcetera, etcetera, and obsolete Catholic Mysticism.
Pounding the pavement. Hitting the road. Idioms for running, his current action, on repeat, repeat. Allocated in a major language center of Six’s mechanical brain, folder /idioms. Idioms are important for understanding complex human thought, just like metaphors, allegories, parables, stories, twisting words words words and he was very good at understanding words (but never the speaker).
The Infant was still emitting several decibels of wailing.
His voice warbled a bit, confused, distorted, worry set to an autotune remix (2031 was the golden year of autotune remixes, a billion dollar genre, with such hits as “Political Speech 4” “Reality TV” and “D-D-DICE (Gambling Night)”):
“Question 40: What do you want?”
Less-than-fives (Baaabiesss. Ba-bies.) are incapable of composing intelligible answers, (and therefore could not be put at fault for not answer the question, or answering the question incorrectly) but regardless, it made Six feel better, and helped adjust the host’s thoughts a bit.
The baby (less-than-five) wants something, therefore its current perturbed state. (keep running, turn right at intersection, book it (another idiom)) The things a All -Encompassing Universal could possibly want mostly include:
• Food/Thirst
• Warmth/Cool
• Security (Deriving from a feeling of that Hated fear. The fear that judges, eternally.)
• Psychological Stimulation/Attention (Derived from dark and winding corridors of coal black stone, an alien robot that could never parent the child, NEVER NEVE- SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.)
Six ran a few calculations to conclude suitable and reasonable place to meet all of these possible requirements:
Candidate 1: Church/Temple [INCORRECT. ELIMINATED: GOD DOES NOT EXIST]
Candidate 2: The Broderburgs/Another (Human) Contestant [INCORRECT. ELIMINATED: THIS IS MY LESS-THAN FIVE (INFANT)(BABY)]
Candidate 3: A Restaurant [CORRECT. APPROVED.]
The catch (the rub, the twist, etcetera. Something sort of an idiom) was the fact that the GPS DOWN GPS DOWN GPS DOWN-WHO CARES, the fact that a restaurant was not immediately locatable.
Sound. The Emma was emitting several decibels of sound. It bounced off the walls, a cacophony of a child’s discomfort, sound sound
ECOLOCATION IS THE USE OF SOUND AND ITS ECHOES TO DETERMINE THE LOCATION OF A BODY IN SPACE. Six adjusted his hearing software to better optimize the audiolocation process.
BEEP, an invisible, beep, a beep from Six’s mouth that only he could hear (save for several animals. AND GOD(S), IF THOSE EXISTED.) A scream no one else could hear or care about.
And just like that, Six was given sight-more-than sight, a map of a significant chunk of the space around him, sensitive ears, sensitive sound, UnivE(mm)/(rs)al.
An immediate human, recognizable architectural feature was stairs. Stairs leading down, down to what was most likely a door. Underground stairs can be generally indicative of peddlers, stores, possibly a restaurant, likely a bar. Six immediately beelined for them.
And another thing.
(“Just take those old records of the shelf/I’ll listen to them by myself/Today’s Music ain’t got the same soul/I like that Old Time Rock N’ Roll!”) -Bob Segar, Old Time Rock N’ Roll.
The origin of Rock N’ Roll is hotly debated. (Six arrived at the top of the stairs, wailing baby cradled in his arm.) It kind of somehow, sort of, came out of nowhere. (Slowly, he went down, one step at of the time.) A kind of cultural luck, (He got to the bottom, to the Ashen-Stone Door, black like the void.)
A genretastic Roll of the Dice. (And with a push of his arms, swung it open.)
(And stepped
in.)
“Everything in life is luck.”
-Donald Trump
Darkness. Darkness is the absence of light. The void is the manifest of darkness. No light. No sound.
Sound. Sound is the vibration of air, which makes creating noise sound a lot harder than it really is. A less-than-five (infant. baby. birthed fetus.) can created many decibels of noise without thinking anything more than I’m upset.
This was what Emma (Root Meaning: All-containing, universal) was probably exactly thinking, since she, too, was crying, screaming, mourning, weeping like the Virgin Mary, before the cross of Jesus. A child borne of etcetera, etcetera, and obsolete Catholic Mysticism.
Pounding the pavement. Hitting the road. Idioms for running, his current action, on repeat, repeat. Allocated in a major language center of Six’s mechanical brain, folder /idioms. Idioms are important for understanding complex human thought, just like metaphors, allegories, parables, stories, twisting words words words and he was very good at understanding words (but never the speaker).
The Infant was still emitting several decibels of wailing.
His voice warbled a bit, confused, distorted, worry set to an autotune remix (2031 was the golden year of autotune remixes, a billion dollar genre, with such hits as “Political Speech 4” “Reality TV” and “D-D-DICE (Gambling Night)”):
“Question 40: What do you want?”
Less-than-fives (Baaabiesss. Ba-bies.) are incapable of composing intelligible answers, (and therefore could not be put at fault for not answer the question, or answering the question incorrectly) but regardless, it made Six feel better, and helped adjust the host’s thoughts a bit.
The baby (less-than-five) wants something, therefore its current perturbed state. (keep running, turn right at intersection, book it (another idiom)) The things a All -Encompassing Universal could possibly want mostly include:
• Food/Thirst
• Warmth/Cool
• Security (Deriving from a feeling of that Hated fear. The fear that judges, eternally.)
• Psychological Stimulation/Attention (Derived from dark and winding corridors of coal black stone, an alien robot that could never parent the child, NEVER NEVE- SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.)
Six ran a few calculations to conclude suitable and reasonable place to meet all of these possible requirements:
Candidate 1: Church/Temple [INCORRECT. ELIMINATED: GOD DOES NOT EXIST]
Candidate 2: The Broderburgs/Another (Human) Contestant [INCORRECT. ELIMINATED: THIS IS MY LESS-THAN FIVE (INFANT)(BABY)]
Candidate 3: A Restaurant [CORRECT. APPROVED.]
The catch (the rub, the twist, etcetera. Something sort of an idiom) was the fact that the GPS DOWN GPS DOWN GPS DOWN-WHO CARES, the fact that a restaurant was not immediately locatable.
Sound. The Emma was emitting several decibels of sound. It bounced off the walls, a cacophony of a child’s discomfort, sound sound
ECOLOCATION IS THE USE OF SOUND AND ITS ECHOES TO DETERMINE THE LOCATION OF A BODY IN SPACE. Six adjusted his hearing software to better optimize the audiolocation process.
BEEP, an invisible, beep, a beep from Six’s mouth that only he could hear (save for several animals. AND GOD(S), IF THOSE EXISTED.) A scream no one else could hear or care about.
And just like that, Six was given sight-more-than sight, a map of a significant chunk of the space around him, sensitive ears, sensitive sound, UnivE(mm)/(rs)al.
An immediate human, recognizable architectural feature was stairs. Stairs leading down, down to what was most likely a door. Underground stairs can be generally indicative of peddlers, stores, possibly a restaurant, likely a bar. Six immediately beelined for them.
And another thing.
(“Just take those old records of the shelf/I’ll listen to them by myself/Today’s Music ain’t got the same soul/I like that Old Time Rock N’ Roll!”) -Bob Segar, Old Time Rock N’ Roll.
The origin of Rock N’ Roll is hotly debated. (Six arrived at the top of the stairs, wailing baby cradled in his arm.) It kind of somehow, sort of, came out of nowhere. (Slowly, he went down, one step at of the time.) A kind of cultural luck, (He got to the bottom, to the Ashen-Stone Door, black like the void.)
A genretastic Roll of the Dice. (And with a push of his arms, swung it open.)
(And stepped
in.)
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse