Copperfox
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On a drizzly Golders Green day in 1998, Miss Seraph Jane Swift, clad in a slicker, was walking toward an apothecary store. The old music-hall song "On the Old Kent Road" was persistently replaying in her head. At least this was less distressing than her dream of the previous night: she had dreamt that she had a chance to prevent Princess Diana's death, but no one would listen to her.
She, however, was about to HEAR something odd.
When she emerged from the store with her purchases and continued on her way, she heard voices. It seemed that persons of all ages were chanting something in response to a single, metallic voice.
"Let's finish this."
"LET'S FINISH THIS."
"Everything is God."
"EVERYTHING IS GOD."
"Be sure to love yourself."
"BE SURE TO LOVE YOURSELF."
"All is nothingness."
"ALL IS NOTHINGNESS."
"Global warming will kill us."
"GLOBAL WARMING WILL KILL US."
"I only want equality."
"I ONLY WANT EQUALITY."
"Help stamp out hate."
"HELP STAMP OUT HATE."
"Global cooling will kill us."
"GLOBAL COOLING WILL KILL US."
"And so it begins."
"AND SO IT BEGINS."
"The collective is all."
"THE COLLECTIVE IS ALL."
"Live for the moment."
"LIVE FOR THE MOMENT."
"Beware of the madness of war."
"BEWARE OF THE MADNESS OF WAR."
As she tried to push the robotic mantra out of her head, Seraph Jane seemed to hear the gibberish fitting itself to the Kent Road melody. Another change increased the confusion: "Help everything to finish the global warming of collective hate, so the war will begin killing the cool moment which stamps love as nothingness of the moment........."
This was when a grinding noise crowded out the randomness, like a street-sweeping vehicle clearing an uncommonly massive quantity of dirt. When Seraph turned to look, a tall man was emerging from a box-like structure. He wore a wide- brimmed hat, a sort of trench coat, and an ostentatious long scarf. He held a slim rod the size of a snaredrum stick.
His voice was mellow yet resolute.
"Show yourselves, Dullhacks. Cybernetic slugs have no competency here. The Time Guides will not be pleased. I warn you to discontinue undermining the brainwaves of nearby civilian bipeds."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
She, however, was about to HEAR something odd.
When she emerged from the store with her purchases and continued on her way, she heard voices. It seemed that persons of all ages were chanting something in response to a single, metallic voice.
"Let's finish this."
"LET'S FINISH THIS."
"Everything is God."
"EVERYTHING IS GOD."
"Be sure to love yourself."
"BE SURE TO LOVE YOURSELF."
"All is nothingness."
"ALL IS NOTHINGNESS."
"Global warming will kill us."
"GLOBAL WARMING WILL KILL US."
"I only want equality."
"I ONLY WANT EQUALITY."
"Help stamp out hate."
"HELP STAMP OUT HATE."
"Global cooling will kill us."
"GLOBAL COOLING WILL KILL US."
"And so it begins."
"AND SO IT BEGINS."
"The collective is all."
"THE COLLECTIVE IS ALL."
"Live for the moment."
"LIVE FOR THE MOMENT."
"Beware of the madness of war."
"BEWARE OF THE MADNESS OF WAR."
As she tried to push the robotic mantra out of her head, Seraph Jane seemed to hear the gibberish fitting itself to the Kent Road melody. Another change increased the confusion: "Help everything to finish the global warming of collective hate, so the war will begin killing the cool moment which stamps love as nothingness of the moment........."
This was when a grinding noise crowded out the randomness, like a street-sweeping vehicle clearing an uncommonly massive quantity of dirt. When Seraph turned to look, a tall man was emerging from a box-like structure. He wore a wide- brimmed hat, a sort of trench coat, and an ostentatious long scarf. He held a slim rod the size of a snaredrum stick.
His voice was mellow yet resolute.
"Show yourselves, Dullhacks. Cybernetic slugs have no competency here. The Time Guides will not be pleased. I warn you to discontinue undermining the brainwaves of nearby civilian bipeds."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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