Structure

"You mustn't be angry with them for what they will do...."

Baxter's conclusion erects a wall; consideration for a nightmarish digital world.

"Then again if they can see the harm it causes and how much it enslaves them they may wish for redemption; they may feel as though the world owes them."

"The world owes us nothing. Men and women owe men and women everything."

"How so...."

"We make this world and we tear it apart. We are cause and effect."

Stumps of broken branches fidget hollow glass and various metal slivers of welded angles.

"Oooops....."

Gray matter suffocates; we disperse into leftovers of men. The voice of science appears without notion of when.

"Molecular structure can be altered by the level of energy in which molecules form....."

"We are not subject to molecular structure by the same level of the same energy."

"You are correct. Your molecular structure is bound by frequency. Everyone else is bound by electricity. Fortunately for me you are a source of electricity but not frequency. This meaning I can use your energy to change the molecular structure of men. I can also alter the frequency to disperse your bodies into various waves; you are subject to symbioses."

Juggling decency is a carnival act I wish not to participate.

"I will tune the machine to your method."

"Whatever do you mean Gilbert?"

"The machine will act accordingly to you and your preference. It will coordinate with you but something is still missing. I feel as though another half of the half will make a whole."

Bluish green neon exposure fuses blind fury to the next crossing; we meet upon a supportive bridge. Red and purple sparks a final thing we leave unnamed; thus does not satisfy nor comfort us. Ruins fall; we desire resurrection, a structure stronger than memory. Ghost rubble plagues an ugly planet earth.

"You will be disappointed when you see what they will do!"