..I'll stay right here till they come for me..
Been thinking about Graham a fair bit recently. What he was when the tech wasn't forcing him to be the paedo scum bag who used to live next door but comes back during the summer to do the garden and abuse us, the prick that heard us crying on the bench and went in to get the rest of his family to all come out and speak nasty shit, the bastard that made life even worse for Laura and Margo and me, the cunt who is well known to have molested and murdered loads of kids over the decades but is still protected by the community and the authorities, Mr Fuck Her Sideways Bunny, who murdered some bloke last year because he thought he was there for me but was actually there at his request to help them with me not answering to any of their horrific verbal, Mr CIA, Mr MI6, Mr Russian Fascist, Mr Templar tool, Mr I've got all the dealers but no mind and no self awarness, Mr Satanic Scotbot mk 1..
The tech in Grahams skull was some old school shit that we didn't see often. Very powerful and without the records to hand we have to make educated guess that the resistance managed to get help from some nation states to eliminate lots of it and anyone who could make more of them before said authorities betrayed the resistance and handed them over to the vast array of remaining horrors. He would of let us remove it but it was in too deep and had been there too long and of course there were many powerful interested parties that never took their eyes of either of us who wanted it and me so they could force us to tell them how to make more. No ta.
Stratheden was the only time when it could be done, when there would be enough support in the skies and on the ground. He was relieved to know he would be getting out and excited about us allowing him full access to our systems and oversight for some live by the programming die by the programming community and universe service. He told us to stop greeting we told him fuck off we will greet if we want to. He chose the pink gas and we were relieved that it was supplied with a mask just for him. And off he went, holding our hand, in the open air, feeling fantastic. We told him not to worry about Scuff leaving the field with stolen intel and tech, there was no chance of that. He told us not to worry about now. We told him to go to the music, gotta give people their end scene tunes. The device gave out its final blast of very Fife filth as he let go and it helped us stay focused, a reminder of what and why we fight.
When the device was destroyed there wasn't any of us present that managed to stay on our feet. Everyone got very little and very relieved for a few minutes before having to return to defense ops. I was led away. Someone said something about it being beautiful and we said we could give people beautiful deaths but not lives, a Brit forces bot that was around to keep the rest out said we will one day and we just sighed and shook our head at him. Like its our fucking job to be giving people anything even if so much hadn't be taken from us. We were very little, upset and told the guy who was holding us up as we walked away that we hated having to euthanize people that cared about us and I'm pretty sure he told us we would never have to do it again but I think he was just trying to comfort us and we said thanks to him for trying.
Think we tried to write about it before when we were more split and shut down than we are now, when we were bouncing between faked memory triggers and genuine recall not that we can get beyond it all when still here but it is calming down. We got voice recordings of lots of the dispatched to use to convince the assorted networks that thier assets and investments were still functioning. The calls would be all be coming from highly predictable or scripted sources so it wouldn't be difficult espically as none do any work. The Aberdeen lot were the only ones to spot anything was up because we couldnt stop them from using kids. Poor things. Graham was the only one happy to give us the recordings and made it hilarious. His slave sense of humour was just stupendous and has been a huge inflence on our own. It took a few takes because the mics were picking up on all the laughter in the background.
The mum euthanasia has been on our mind to. We had to mourn hers and Laura's at the same fucking time, knowing that Margo didnt have long. Its been no fun. But on the day she finally got to rest we poured our mother's ashes into the hands to some evil incarnate military brass and could finally look him in the eye with no fear and watch his expression as his shitty brutal world fall as dust between his fingers.
You can't just keep destroying all the brainy and kind beings Earth. Not anymore.
The tech in Grahams skull was some old school shit that we didn't see often. Very powerful and without the records to hand we have to make educated guess that the resistance managed to get help from some nation states to eliminate lots of it and anyone who could make more of them before said authorities betrayed the resistance and handed them over to the vast array of remaining horrors. He would of let us remove it but it was in too deep and had been there too long and of course there were many powerful interested parties that never took their eyes of either of us who wanted it and me so they could force us to tell them how to make more. No ta.
Stratheden was the only time when it could be done, when there would be enough support in the skies and on the ground. He was relieved to know he would be getting out and excited about us allowing him full access to our systems and oversight for some live by the programming die by the programming community and universe service. He told us to stop greeting we told him fuck off we will greet if we want to. He chose the pink gas and we were relieved that it was supplied with a mask just for him. And off he went, holding our hand, in the open air, feeling fantastic. We told him not to worry about Scuff leaving the field with stolen intel and tech, there was no chance of that. He told us not to worry about now. We told him to go to the music, gotta give people their end scene tunes. The device gave out its final blast of very Fife filth as he let go and it helped us stay focused, a reminder of what and why we fight.
When the device was destroyed there wasn't any of us present that managed to stay on our feet. Everyone got very little and very relieved for a few minutes before having to return to defense ops. I was led away. Someone said something about it being beautiful and we said we could give people beautiful deaths but not lives, a Brit forces bot that was around to keep the rest out said we will one day and we just sighed and shook our head at him. Like its our fucking job to be giving people anything even if so much hadn't be taken from us. We were very little, upset and told the guy who was holding us up as we walked away that we hated having to euthanize people that cared about us and I'm pretty sure he told us we would never have to do it again but I think he was just trying to comfort us and we said thanks to him for trying.
Think we tried to write about it before when we were more split and shut down than we are now, when we were bouncing between faked memory triggers and genuine recall not that we can get beyond it all when still here but it is calming down. We got voice recordings of lots of the dispatched to use to convince the assorted networks that thier assets and investments were still functioning. The calls would be all be coming from highly predictable or scripted sources so it wouldn't be difficult espically as none do any work. The Aberdeen lot were the only ones to spot anything was up because we couldnt stop them from using kids. Poor things. Graham was the only one happy to give us the recordings and made it hilarious. His slave sense of humour was just stupendous and has been a huge inflence on our own. It took a few takes because the mics were picking up on all the laughter in the background.
The mum euthanasia has been on our mind to. We had to mourn hers and Laura's at the same fucking time, knowing that Margo didnt have long. Its been no fun. But on the day she finally got to rest we poured our mother's ashes into the hands to some evil incarnate military brass and could finally look him in the eye with no fear and watch his expression as his shitty brutal world fall as dust between his fingers.
You can't just keep destroying all the brainy and kind beings Earth. Not anymore.
