Three Aqua Rters
01
This is the last night before the FINAL MISSION.
Everything seems to be the exact same as yesterday
or any days ever before. But something is gonna
change. Like terns pecking the ice, sometimes
something that teeny can lead to unpredictable
consequences.
‘‘This is it, I guess. The last mission.’’ James
stated, without any sign of emotion. Years of lifethreat
tasks have cultivated him with an inhuman
coolness; even though he is the only man with a
fragile shell made from flesh and blood.
Through the rearview mirror, James saw two rays
of blue and purple leaping into the boundless city
one after the other, emitting a last glow like light
ray emitted by the sun setting right before the
world turning into complete darkness.
The city behind him seemed to be alive. The dark
and massive construction was covered with spots
of light.
James no longer looked back, and stomped on
the gas pedal so hard that even he clung to the
back seat because of inertia, leaving nothing but a
purplish red streamline in the black night. This is
just another ordinary night of the city.
Everything seems to fall asleep.....
......
02
The way Eva holds quill-pen still looks clumsy.
Not because she is badly designed, or missing
scripts on using pen, the fact is the notion of
writting has long gone even before her mode of
cyborg was designed. People and cyborgs scan for
information or documenting now. Time should be
used more efficiently, advocating by the UPPERS.
Eva works for one of the UPPERS, nothing
important, but listening to his endless boast and
dreadful plans to the NEW NEW WORLD. Eva
is a beautiful but fragile household cyborg maid,
she can do nothing to stop those she rebels from
happening. So she chose to escape.
The way Eva holds quill-pen still looks clumsy.
Not because she is badly designed, or missing
scripts on using pen, the fact is the notion of
writting has long gone even before her mode of
cyborg was designed. People and cyborgs scan for
information or documenting now. Time should be
used more efficiently, advocating by the UPPERS.
Eva works for one of the UPPERS, nothing
important, but listening to his endless boast and
dreadful plans to the NEW NEW WORLD. Eva
is a beautiful but fragile household cyborg maid,
she can do nothing to stop those she rebels from
happening. So she chose to escape.
03
Sinking Down...
Down.....
Down.....
Flicking lights of life,
fluctuating over liquids.
The nomads of the city,
lingering at the bottom of the new world.
Parasites fading among
the Ruins of the old world.
So deep,
So quite.
Time are even streched longer here.
Ghost of the past wonders,
Memories that once were cherished,
All be forgotten,
THINGS with no names, no owners,
Soaked in DARK LIQUID.
It will never been known,
where IT comes from.
Lust melting down from above,
or Unquenchable loneliness
Spills out of the cracks.
I almost forget the act of looking upwards,
The new world has been
Scrabbling up constantly,
Through the mist, breaking the clouds.
I used to look up into those metropolis,
Giant tough metal beats,
breathing out dazzling flames of desire.
I tried to trace their roots from the bottom.
But I never could and I never will,
They are one,
no matter how hard those
UPPERS trying to deny.
Gradually I stop looking up.
I look down
Upon the reflection reveal by the dark liquid,
where floats the new world,
quivering, fragile like a glass artwork.
I can watch it for hours,
I can touch it...
Oh,
It crumbles.
So quite.
Time are even streched longer here.
Ghost of the past wonders,
Memories that once were cherished,
All be forgotten,
THINGS with no names, no owners,
Soaked in DARK LIQUID.
It will never been known,
where IT comes from.
Lust melting down from above,
or Unquenchable loneliness
Spills out of the cracks.
I almost forget the act of looking upwards,
The new world has been
Scrabbling up constantly,
Through the mist, breaking the clouds.
I used to look up into those metropolis,
Giant tough metal beats,
breathing out dazzling flames of desire.
I tried to trace their roots from the bottom.
But I never could and I never will,
They are one,
no matter how hard those
UPPERS trying to deny.
Gradually I stop looking up.
I look down
Upon the reflection reveal by the dark liquid,
where floats the new world,
quivering, fragile like a glass artwork.
I can watch it for hours,
I can touch it...
Oh,
It crumbles.