Dogma of the Apes: Blindsight (Fanfiction)

Iconic sci-fi ape-human Rapture franchise fanfiction concerning new world eyes of resistance, romance, risk, and radius.

Planet of the Apes (fanfiction) for your Saturday. Happy Holidays! 

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DR. CORNELIUS: "To makes senses incompletely-rich from this post-Apocalypse Earth of readings of transit-valor for this contest cleat wrought for human survivors and pitted against these post-war mutated super-intelligent apes ruling the Blue-Planet, I must invoke my old-Earth realm memoirs of sciences of infiltrations and arts of the consciousness to challenge this Ape-monarch of Hell (Caesar)...Facebook-like (damn)."

Corneilus had much to meditate on after the Apocalypse; for this new Earth 'universe' was ruled by super mutated/intelligent ape-monkeys, grown in size and vanity from nuclear/chemical/genetics transformation impact of the great materials-usage of the War. The Ape-monarch presiding of this grand Hell of slavery was Caesar; he despised human survivors of the Great Resistance, organized to find contest-image of defiance against the commanding monkey-race of bad vanity (wow). Caesar stood in the way of Cornelius' heroic steps for some lining of entrance into the Ape Castle for a specific intelligence humbling of the second-order in memory of what made old Earth-realm lifestyle a thing of art and good games (Facebook-like!).

Did Cornelius find entry into the Ape Castle for some intelligence-game worth the humbling required for Earth-walkers gossip that would somehow/miraculously dilute (if not deflate!) the dark ominous aura of Caesar, the unforgiving monkey-monarch presiding over this new image of Hell on Earth? He did. In fact, Cornelius, who was a mystery-man to the apes seeking to discover all Resistance leaders/warriors/humans, claimed he simply wanted a mercantile offering of what made Caesar a prime-diplomat of his new marketing angle of video-games spiritual sales for this new world (damn).

CAESAR: Damn, you won this little game (video-game?).

CORNELIUS: It's a classic image of old-Earth realm contests for cleats, King.

CAESAR: Well...me thinks you mean to spread the funny that I was lost (ha).

CORNELIUS: I'm sure (now!) that the Ape King shall not be cyber-swamped.

CAESAR: Can't under-appreciate the pedestrian value of game gossip, man.

CORNELIUS: Well...maybe you're the King-sort that doesn't mind game-art.

CAESAR: Ha, be sure to tell your customers video-games are qualia to me.

CORNELIUS: Facebook-like (cool).

What a calculator-eye Cornelius had exhibited for the humbling of Caesar's bad-prestige for this new world (damn)! In deeds, Cornelius began to unravel the dark paranoia of Ape-monarch powers that King Caesar had erected for Hell...and slowly the Great Resistance began to grow (in qualia!). Cornelius met a gorgeous human-woman survivor of the Apocalypse (Esmerelda) who promised him to make memory of all that was Earthling chime for leviathan/uncertainty.

DR. CORNELIUS: "The zest of new world luchi (bread!) makes for my/our lyrics of the Resistance...and Esmerelda has become my special angel of hospitality-reading inspiration for doubt...I wonder if Caesar's (primary) message concerned the loss of plates for infinity...we humans remain consumers of all things of change (for debate!)."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)