5.) Cataclysm

Forgot the name of the array as it began to fade.

The circuit paled in comparison to the frayed.

 

Surmised the frequency of the generational versions,

Leaving the perversions of lifecycles to the diversions of impending

destruction.

 

I need to escape this centrifuge and speculate the conversions of the

 omni-impotency.

 

I have tapped into the mouths of others and singularly divided it by two.

 

The telepathic state; Tenfold the fate grows multiplied by eight.

 

Solid state. I am connected to the machine that dictates my dreams.

 

I scream as the truths unfold and I believe in my prophetic state.

 

I deliver my message - Pathetic.

 

I deliver my carnage - Prosthetic

 

False limbs that don't belong, statements not mine.

 

Binary... Automatic... Randomization... Dream State... police state...

 

Fascination.