0004: Lullabye Moon

Lullabye Moon 

 

 

Babe. Sweetcakes. It's a lullabye moon tonight, and I think you would've loved it. I've still got the Suzuki - she's holding up well. The katana is even better. I can't believe I'd ever be holding these things that were such you as mine. I can't believe time is so merciless that now you're just a memory and I'm just here, just here. 

Why does life go on like this. Why does it sell me dreams in neon and pictures of simulated nirvana while at the same time ignoring the fact that you are just vapor and ash now. It makes me think of the soul. It makes me think of the stuff you said, that because life in this city is so godless you believe there are gods out there, that there's something beyond even the dataverse, that there is something written in a code we acn only hint at, but never get to. 

Babe. I hope you're right. I hope that layer of existence has enough justice or friendliness to not just anhilate the both of us when we die. I don't think I'll live that much longer, seeing as who I'm going up against, but I think, I hope that when that end comes, i'll find you. 

I know I will, Babe. 

Till then, I'll make them bleed. 

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And Marius King jumped off the Suzuki Blitzer Model 4458, drawing his Gomua Heavy Industries Grav-Katana, smashing through the glass facade of Terryman DataCorp, the multi-trillion conglomerate which he intended to visit violent vengeance upon. 

And many, many people died that night.