Metamorphosis

Things aren't always as they seem.

We know this.

The eyes can convince the mind many things.
The mind can convince the eyes anything.

Here's where we stand over at Los Sauces:
Franklin has destroyed the central air.
The temperature hasn't been below 80 for weeks.

I cannot begin to describe the smell.

LOS SAUCES: CLOSED FOR "AROMATIC" REASONS

I can hear the keys.
I can hear the proton packs charging.

I am Jack's-former-military indoctrination.

The things that stand between us now, is who's crazy enough to take it to the next level.

Become the next level.

MLOL

I remember saying I was the next step in human evolution.
I sound like I'm being vain.
Perhaps I should not follow the Gentleman's Guide to Villainy, When Dealing With Other Villains; Paragraph 3, Resolution of Grievances:

Name the place and we duel.

Yes, Steam Punk is ridiculous. I won't mind giant mechanoid suits of armor, though.
Should be easy.

Now follow along to the rhythm in this line: villains do these things for notoriety, the attention time.
The technology is easy, you see, A to B; a flip of the switch, Back From The Future it will be.
Nope.
Can't beatnik it up.
22 hates hippies.
Any kind of hippies.

22.
She tempers me.
If that makes any sense.  Probably why things are where they are now.
She keeps me under control and in control.
The most important part of the tribe.
Her recovery is tantamount to my existence.
My fetter.

Crap. I can't keep slipping up like this.
Typing something I'm sure is too much information, not editing it out of the post; not caring.

Make it so.

CHAOS!

I return to the shadows from whence I came.

I see my family.
They bid me take my place among them.
































boo.