Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Underwired

As I sit on the rock.

It's not a rock, did I say rock? No, it's an planetoid in the Oort Cloud. So far away from you the sun's just another star to me.

And I sit here with my metal alien face ticking under the human skin. Waiting for you to come.

And you'll come this way out into the dark. I chose my home well; I considered all your avenues, and this is the one you'll use.

So when your red-painted space rocket, with big fins and a point, comes silent through my realm you'll get a real surprise. I've waited for half a billion years. I can wait a few years more.

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