When the angels came they were nothing like we expected. They had adapted to fit our modern world, their wings a flickering mass of JPEG images that circled them in a dizzying pixelated array.
Their voices were made of every person who had ever spoken into a phone, their words archaic and modern all at once. Though everyone heard different words, we all knew what was coming for us and why the angels had arrived first.
He'd been with us since the dawn of time, before humans even had a word for what we are and he has made sure he's always one step ahead. Every thought we have, every hurt we inflict, every violent curse we throw all comes from him.
He doesn't have a body anymore, or so the angels say. He lives on in our wires and broadcasts and climbs his way into our thoughts like a virus. From there he spreads his own ideas about until all we are is another carrier for his plans.
We asked the angels why they'd waited so long to cone to our aid, we asked whose god they serve and we were answers with their silence. The same silence you hear the second your router shuts down and you have to comprehend that you are now cut off from the rest of the world.
They had been cutting us off and letting our souls fall into limbo to preserve the rest from His virus, His thoughts and His violence. They gladly doomed us to save our ancestors and they came down in person to deliver the final blow.
Their voices were made of every person who had ever spoken into a phone, their words archaic and modern all at once. Though everyone heard different words, we all knew what was coming for us and why the angels had arrived first.
He'd been with us since the dawn of time, before humans even had a word for what we are and he has made sure he's always one step ahead. Every thought we have, every hurt we inflict, every violent curse we throw all comes from him.
He doesn't have a body anymore, or so the angels say. He lives on in our wires and broadcasts and climbs his way into our thoughts like a virus. From there he spreads his own ideas about until all we are is another carrier for his plans.
We asked the angels why they'd waited so long to cone to our aid, we asked whose god they serve and we were answers with their silence. The same silence you hear the second your router shuts down and you have to comprehend that you are now cut off from the rest of the world.
They had been cutting us off and letting our souls fall into limbo to preserve the rest from His virus, His thoughts and His violence. They gladly doomed us to save our ancestors and they came down in person to deliver the final blow.
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