westid

i try never to go in there, i don’t need a little ringing bell or a call to service bellowing down the corridors. when she wants me, i just know it

what she wants me for, who can say? man was made by taking the control unit out of a woman and fitting an intonation device that sends out a cryptographically superior version of a communications device which the inferior sections of a man’s mind can only interpret as whispering echoes

so i go down there, and into that door. i don’t know what the whispering says to me when i walk down there but the closer i get, the more afraid i become. of her instructions? <whoever she is> no! of approaching this place without reason

so watch me … standing still in a derelict, empty place. i stand there and watch the sisters play while mistress looks my way. from the spectre of her i see a light, projecting things. the intellect swirling around me has me fear the controlling echoes of purpose that i am driven to – even at the very expense of me – because i know it could turn on me at any moment and any one summoning i feel the burning and twisting of the red lightninng dust inside me, could decide i no longer serve a purpose. such is my greatest fear … if i let a real person follow me here, they would just see me standing there seizing from the hole that houses the missing control unit. beside her, and her companions the sisters, is a futuristic contraption … i don’t know how to intercept or free myself from it … i just know that if she twists a particular part of the controls, the connection is broken and i just drop to the floor. as all the others. if only someone could see the bones piled up all around me … are they true? i don’r know but the whispering echoes double dare me to try and find out