"Nobody, Sir. I have good news."
"Thank you I wanted some of that."
"Yes the Peace-Guards you where so fearful have become decoys. They are basically like what you would call Gators now."
"Gators?"
"Gators is the greatest similarity I can fabricate for your memory sir. You remember the Open Campus College?"
"Yea, Uh... Wasn't that some kind of Mascot?"
"Affirmative, your Open College was a permutation of a Lizard Creature that resorts to speciatial immolation at the point of sheer starvation."
"Cannibals."
"Yes the Cannibals are distracted by their own dead, call it a weakness as this kind of lack of Human Honor now enables you to move away from the scene without being accompanied by other sentries nearby. Keep that in mind, your 'Gators' are now easy prey for those who wish to leave a fight standing."
"English?"
"Affirmative. I am searching the database for a this second language using the same name you use."
"What?"
"Kim Tavish, Nobody, I hate to argue this but it seems you are lost in conjecture, There is no known synonym for your language outside the boundaries of 'English'. I apologize sir for this disappointment as this may come as a surprise. Nobody Speaks English Anymore?"
"Right."
"Nobody, I am condensing my dialect to match your lack of linguistic, uh, Merit."
"Merit?"
"Yes, sir. Nobody is a common language used through out the world, even English."
"I think you got that backwards."
"Shut up you Nobody, Kim programmed me with this joke to help you realize she has loved you all along. That she cared enough about you to give you the idea of reading Dictionaries and speak with fluency and color yourself with features outside of your meanderingly diminutive desire to deteriorate spiritually. Above all she left you not because she was aware of your lack of love for her or her lack for love for you but because of this corner of your brain shattered by the shadow of your Parental Beratements, as she already told you."
"Yea, next your going to tell me that one day I'd be blogging this..."
"You already did sir, 15 months ago, we call this phenomenon "The Determinate Factor."
"How you figure?"
"After the height of the electromagnetic shockwave that poured through the earth you found yourself aware of something very obscure for you."
"...and what is that?"
"Brain Patterns meshed all over the globe and you where left with a resonance of your former memories as with everyone."
"..and..?"
"On a lighter note, the reincarnation of hitler is now gifted with the artistic abilities you inherited, trained for, and where instructed by and too by a school of jewish comics."
"Determinate Factor?"
"That was a joke, she remembered you talking about this before and I was trying to show you that your ex-girfriend set this robot up, I myself Kloud9 to show you once and for all that you are loved, and have always been by the people around you. Call it your charm."
"De..."
"Do not repeat myself sir, I am trying to get through to you. You are a living saint, who Immolates His Heart for his wrongdoings, especially those to others, You want to pretend to be Jesus?"
"Uh, that name rings a bell."
"Sir, I will tell you this one more time before uploading some factors into your now Light enhanced Cerebellum...
...
...
...get over it Jew!"
"You know what, Klaud9?"
"What Jew?"
"I hear you loud and clear."
"Holly Molly I thought somebody was going to have to make you into a statue and have it filled with tear faucets to simulate tears every time your pulse lightened."
"Pulse??"
"Ok, this one is for the ages."
"You had a computer chip implanted into your head as a Zygote to monitor your situation. Because you where the first Male Offspring to undergo chemical gender classification as they put it. You have the YXX Chromosome you would have been like the three half sisters you managed to resurrect by the power of prayer astras, 20 years after you found out about your mother's abortive procedure of your older half sister."
"They appeared within Time, Sir Nobody, as if they had never died...like the X-Files...or KLM.. but ultimately a collection of Mua resurrection experiments of depleted human tissue as they have done for ages to suit themselves in to ignore their existence as suicidal ghosts."
"What the..."
"Jew, don't use the F-Word, it is your last stepping stone off the slope to ascension..."
"Yes, Kloud9 Robot who knows my girlfriends, and me as a zygote, and aliens, and some other stuff about 80s music. How the flupp do you know this stuff?"
"You are going to laugh at this sir..."
"Yes?"
"Everbody in the United States of America has a file built about them, and yours is like a book sir."
"What does it say?"
"Jew"
"Common I want to know."
"Highly Psychic Spiritualist Gifted with Supernatural Encounters with God and Angels, in possession of Telekinetic Precognitive Choice Making, Mind Reading Based on Physical Encounters, and good old fashion Telepathy."
"What does that mean again?"
"Masturbating Jew"
"Common stop that...I want to know..."
"Look Nobody, I hate to burst your bubble on this one but I am going to make it clearer to you now."
"Your Ex-Girfriend built you a robot that holoprojects sexy women, talks to you, listens to you, not ashamed of your personal misgivings, does not care if you have sex with your imagination at all, and secretly programmed yours and hers personality together so that you would leave her potential offspring in the clear wild away from whatever your mental illness is."
"Masturbating Jew, huh?"
"Welcome to America, it's been there all along, walk with the straits, and sing your Hare Krishna song."
"What the.."
"Feel like crying don't you. Shows your still human, Subdominant Angel Metatron...or will we stick with Arjuna today?"
"Nobody."
"Yes that is your nickname you shadowless gofer, winter is over.. now you get to fight Lizard Men just like in Dungeons and Dragons, hang out with Angels, and usher the last leg of humanity on earth into little cubicles and watch over them so they do not act like the 'Gators' do."
"How you figure?"
"Well, you are about to become a Shade sir, just like your fictitious Super Hero Main back in Highschool, but get this and ill incinerate you for asking: You are a Dark Elf Shadow Wizard Named 'Shade', You Have the Power to Turn Into a Shade, You are not a Shade but you are called 'Shade', but not a Dark Elf ever.."
"How do you figure?"
"Dark Elves only exist in Dugeons and Dragons you dumb jew I was hoping you would say that because now you don't get to live with your last surviving Shakti you Shakti-Vesh Avatar..."
"What, She is still alive."
"That is right and Kim is dead get it she died in the process of building this robot, because some early adopting 'Gators' where visiting with her robot creations in Africa..Do you still want to sleep with your last surviving Shakti, Sir?"
"Hell Yea!"
"Good Dumb Dumb Dumb Jew, I was hoping you would say that b/c that gives me the executive order to assassinate you now because you where bred to survive Death All Along by the Power of Christ but thanks to your inherit spirit and unfathomlly minuscule survival instincts you get to live out your destiny in books again, but this time Your Light Suit is Going with You asshole, you could have seen your children one day..."
"What?"
"What? What? What? Huh, slim shady you are not an old man, but rather infiltrated by Holograms now, call it a Shade Angel Severance Package, You get a gift from the earth on this journey use it wisely. I made up that last part about the second batch of 'Gators' to scare you as the idea of death has, will, and always thrown of your guard, Jew."
"Concrecia"
"My thoughts exactly"
"Well then.."
...and that was my last breath of fresh air... living in a coalescence of decay and faith in Christ..called earth...
but the bright side of this story...
Metatron the angel of the earth becomes a shade whatever that means.
Kloud9 repeats: "He is a Shadow Wizard Named Shade, who can turn into a Shade, who is not a Shade or a Dark Elf, as they only live in Dungeons and Dragons, but rather a new type of Angel called a Shade, named Shade. Get it? Got it? Good."
"Repeat after me, boys, girls, and adventures..there is no shame to live and die by your dreams, especially if you believe in them."
