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- [ Final Mistake ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "FINAL MISTAKE"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- Make one mistake, and you are history.
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- It must have been the work of a devilish race, people said. Who else
- would come up with the idea of sending a capsule across the universe just
- for the sake of killing our beloved prophet?
- All radars, scanners and monitors missed it as it came floating against
- our planet. It was simply too small to be detected. No one knew it
- existed until it emerged on the blue sky. A bird! someone said and looked
- up. No, it is a plane! someone else said. Man, this surely is some
- unidentified flying object! everybody agreed before the capsule crashed in
- front of them. Unfortunately, the disaster area where we now only could
- find a deep crater had been the place of a small stage. On that stage, a
- beloved prophet had talked to the cheering masses. That prophet was now
- stone cold, all thanks to that monster capsule from the other part of the
- universe.
- No wonder people were upset and demanded instant retaliation. The
- prophet had taught us peaceful behaviour, but now he was gone and we could
- make plans that would scare the soul out of any pacifist. Deep feelings,
- from the very inside of our civilized minds, emerged and turned us into a
- raging lynch mob. Technicians dropped their work and began to construct
- amazingly hellish death-machines that we would happily send to the race who
- dared to kill our beloved leader. It became a mission for an entire
- nation. No one was unaffected of what had happened, and everybody wanted
- to share the work. Everybody wanted to see blood. Red blood, green blood,
- blue blood - it did not matter, as long it was the color belonging to the
- real owners of the capsule.
- We worked like madmen. When we finally rolled the first rocket to the
- desert, ready to fire, another problem was revealed. The problem was
- rather obvious, but no one had thought about it. We did not know to whom
- we should mail our explosive message. After a while, we managed to solve
- that problem. We opened the capsule (by some reason we had not yet done
- that obvious move). Inside the capsule we found a golden thirty-three RPM
- record and a short message that, after a while of decrypting, told us that
- planet Earth looked forward to hear from us.
- Sure. They just had to wait.
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- Save the sorrows for a rainy day.
- I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you: THE STASH +46-13-ETC
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