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Latest revision as of 17:39, 2 September 2014
Marco Antonio Imai Hosfeld
Note: the information presented is not factual in any way and is meant purely for entertainment. Enjoy!
Biography
The Beginning It was on the eve of Halloween that the bombs began to fall. In retrospect, the fact that we could not see the inevitability of it was stupidity on our part. With the world so full of tension and chaos it was only natural that a weak United States would find its self prey to one of the other superpowers for we have always been the sleeping giant. back to the story; i digress too much. Those fiery burst of light began in Alaska making quick work of the sparse major cities in the area. It was later that we found the great ruins of those cities scorched and blackened by the assault. When I first saw the light's, however, I was in Seattle. At first they seemed to merely be fireworks set off in the energetic haze of Halloween night. Such fanciful thoughts were short lived. in less than thirty minutes it was clear something more was going on and by that time the great mobs had taken to the streets. The people a vast collective of those who were scared and those out to induce fright themselves gathered and cleared the streets of what they could find. the great collectives moved and divided and assimilated one another as if they were a vast amoeba. they consumed everything in a fire of their own: a fire that compounded and energized the fires created from the bombs. only a few of us made it out.In those fires, in the chaos I lost every real thing I cared for. from the bay on small fishing boat, I looked back towards the city. I could see the lights of the city mangled by the haze of smoke from the fires and distorted by the police lights. The sky above it, bloodstained and angry. Even the space needle took on a different meaning. it became a hand, outstretched and desperate, reaching for safety in the heavens but could find nothing to hold. Covered in blood and sweat, some my own and some belonging to those unknown to me, I stood staring. I will never allow chaos to consume the land I hold dear ever again.
External links
Reverse Engineering the Brain --> Project Blue Brain http://bluebrain.epfl.ch/page-52063.html [[1]]
