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The last human being.

Beastarium initiated

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Oxygen starved

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Even heroes need saving, ever think of that? Maurice has been initiated into the Kapoot beastarium: the zoo of the unknown (and extinct).

Slurp and plasma

Small things become large things
Small things appear so  unimportant.
Chill! They say. Chill out, man!
Details, mere details.
But small things tend to grow into big things, and more things!
“Gobble, gobble, gobble!” as Murray used to say.
The Consumer is the new superpower! All hail The Consumer! Awesome, in a vicious, psycho-kind of way!
She slurps energy at a quantum scale – sucks the strong force and gluons and quarks that hold us all together!
She’s one warped individual. To … to … crush anyone who gets up your n-n-nose! To drink from the cup life!
Disgusting.
Slurping plasma, her own saliva, returning us to the darkness that existed before the Big Bang. And the HELP ain’t much to look at, especially with her nose in the dirt. The time had come to see what she is really made of.

You are here ☞ Ker-Plunk! ⁂✰

⚛   Listen! Her heart flutters madly … she needs me!

Don’t they always? As stubborn as her parents. Still, she’s only human, subject to fate, yet willing to change her destiny. No quitter.

They all needed me. Da Vinci, Galileo, Newton, Einstein. All heart-stoppers. Blockbusters! All desperate to release the Unknown.

Truths are a tricky business. The unspoken truth is hard to speak, let alone love. I should know. I am their god!

Worshipped through the ages at the gambling table of life. I listened to all their prayers: “Help me Luck! Save me Luck! Don’t let me down Luck!”

It ain’t talent or skill, or practice, that makes the good ones. It’s me!

Luck! That’s who. I am the difference between winning and losing, choking and breathing. You better pray that Luck is on your side in your greatest time of need, when you want the saliva of The Consumer blown off your dissolving planet.

Schroder