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- [ Electricity ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "ELECTRICITY"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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- Remember, you cannot manipulate your own future.
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- Time flies.
- Once I used to be a kid who played around in the green garden, looking
- for adventure and excitement. There was no future, only childhood. The
- clock was a dumb object that controlled my freedom. I do not know how many
- children who got the chance to wake up by the shining rays from the sun that
- walked slowly on the floor towards the bed. Running, jumping and
- everything else, in a magic paradise that was the whole world. There were
- fruit trees everywhere and they stood like friendly grandparents and gave
- away all their possessions with a smile. They never complained and no one
- else did. Nature was not greedy, she had plenty of food together with a
- good heart. You did not have to pay or even say thanks, your satisfaction
- and happy face was enough to encourage another season of apples or
- strawberries.
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- When the night fell and doors closed the invisible power turned on lamps
- and machines. I always wondered which tree electrical power came from.
- The nature had it all, so it must be responsible for the amazing power that
- was our friend and enemy. We learned that lightning and thunder was
- dangerous and must be respected. As long as you respected the angry
- nature, it would respect and help you forever. But time had no brakes...
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- I am a so called old man now, who must have a distance to everything and
- be realistic. I know that I was wrong, when I believed that the paradise
- would last forever. Dark clouds entered the blue sky of my childhood and
- made me understand that I was losing my freedom. I had to enter various
- prisons, each of them gave me a chain to wear. To be able to carry all the
- heavy knowledge, I had to drop my imagination. Very little at first but
- more and more in the end. I do not know if I have reached my end yet, but
- I hope not. Life went on and the whole world together with me. I forgot
- all the things that made me happy before and fully believed that economical
- increase, luxury articles and money was the future. I lived a hectic life
- and planned every second of the day. To work, to the bank, to work, to my
- home, to the bank... I stopped counting my transactions and just kept an
- eye on my income, while I raged about the taxes that stopped me from
- developing my understanding about life.
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- The world got harder and wanted more. Concrete and steel dropped like
- bombs on my old magic garden and turned my paradise into a desert of
- electronic money that jumped like frogs from one part of the world to
- another in the speed of light. Nature was something that only crazy fags
- and communists screamed about at demonstrations. A good laugh at their
- black clothes and hysterical opinions was all right between visits at my
- portable computer. I held millions of dollars in my hand one second to
- sell them as gold or rain forest the next. The outside was dangerous.
- The few times I went outside I met sad faces, looking for something they
- really did not know. I was convinced it was my wallet. Technology got
- even more advanced. Computers turned macro and the abstract part of our
- planet could be stuffed into a chip that was as small as a piece of sand.
- The electricity was there. Afterwards, I know that I had lost my entire
- respect for the power.
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- It is dark now. The sun have disappeared beyond the horizon and taken
- the light to another place. The light was very good today. I almost stepped
- outside for a walk but changed my mind. If I tried, I would probably never
- make it back to the house. The pollution had turned the blue sky into
- a brown dirty soup, that does not allow the sun to shine through. The sun is
- visible as a soft ball in the distance but nothing else. I know I will soon
- turn blind but it does not matter. Nobody will ever read this.
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- Sometimes, I wonder if I am the only man left on earth. Of course I'm not.
- Why should I? There must be billions of people who sat in front of their
- computers when the electricity disappeared, to never return again. Shock
- and frustration turned my belief into nothing. Days passed but nothing
- happened. The power of the world was gone. The paralyzing trauma suddenly
- broke and people got mad. Violence and anarchy in search for food and
- money. People still wanted money like an instinct. You killed for bread,
- water and money. Money, money, money...
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- But it did not last forever. Soon, the agony turned into a complete loss
- of hope. Doors closed and locked. Darkness engulfed the planet. I made
- it all the way through, with blood on my hands. I do think more about life
- now and I feel that I actually knew it all already when I was a child. The
- world died, and the people together with it. I wonder why. Maybe it was a
- lonely worker at the factory that produced the electricity for the entire
- world that could not stand it any more. Maybe he saw the object that had
- been supplying us with power and remembered his own childhood. Maybe he
- smashed the glass and grabbed the object inside. While the world died
- outside, maybe he ate it with dreaming eyes and remembered his own magic
- green garden.
- Technology is dead. I will soon be dead too. The last thing we will
- remember is that it is possible to gain enormous amounts of power from a
- single orange.
- The last orange on planet Earth.
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