“Brothers and Sisters, take no fear when the natural is overcome with the artificial. It is simply the creation of the overman.”
Thus spoke Fred as he departed company with the Seven Somnambulists and entered a large hall.
Fred was walking amongst contradictions of steam and chilling waters.
And these were contained in machinations, non-beings, no hearts.
They opened and closed their maws with the force of dragons.
These un-beings, hoping also, but hardly ever successful,
at masticating man’s extremities; right and left.
These were creatures of the creators.
They were the product of producers.
They had no life of their own,
but were the life work,
of the gifted.
“Yea to those men of discovery.”
“Yea to those men of courage.”
“Yea to those men of talent.”
Fred uttered yea unto them three times.
Fred asked of the only…
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