This
Shine for me
Be my light
Enter day
Be gone the night
Tear the veil
Part this curtain
Let me see
What is for certain
Is nothing then?
Not even thee?
Spare me this
Dichotomy
(7/6/09)
Ego Divinus
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Roughly two years of irresistable force welling up from inside, the voice that finally speaks echoes God and Job, Lao Tsu and Mark Twain. Dark, deep, given to patches of tenative sunlight, it warns, ‘Life is a beautiful terror; walk with me.’
On a remote outpost on the planet Mercury, four crew members must solve the dilemma of artificial intelligences caught in their own religious civil war before the anticipated arrival of an X-class solar flare.
Jorj Tory Watchman dies on a freeway overpass, the victim of a fiery explosion. He wakes to find himself reborn in the wreckage below, laying naked in an almost barren-not quite the same-city. His memory seems wiped clean. Worse, what inhabitants exist unfold a dangerous after-world of questions for which every answer bears a price, ultimately pushing him towards a fate from which there is no turning back.
About Me
- Fredd
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