Neuron Nemesis Evanjulyon Part 4

== -:JAZZ BASTARD:- ==
O when the taint
comes marching in
o when the taint 
comes mar-ching in...
== ANOTHER SCRAP OF DIARY?! ==
Ha. It's weird, I never kept a diary most of my life, because I was never the sort of person who wanted to put a mirror to myself. Just hopping from one place to another, identity to identity, misery to misery.
I was always happy when I could be the online idol, who nobody knew my name but everybody knew my handle. And with this crap came and I started fighting monsters, I hoped I could be a hero, a better person . Somebody who wasn't me.
But, it all seems like it's going wrong. And in my dreams, I've been seeing a maze. and something moving closer to me. Oh sure, it looks like a minotaur, but what's worse is what's part of it. It's a mirror. And when it looks at me, I see nothing. And, in the corners of this folded space in the world, I've started seeing it while I'm awake.
Oh well, whatever, nevermind...
-W.E.
Holy hell, that sounds... not good. Is that the one more person we need to get in the group before the... whatever happens? I mean, we're gonna do it anyway, either way, but still...
-Z.Z.
That is, indeed, why I put this diary entry in front of you all. This book does have its uses...
-The Ma'am in the Moon
== THE TOWER RISES, THE BROADCAST WAVES! ==
This is NNJ saying, it's 10 PM, do you know where your world is? I don't think you do.
Here at NNJ, we're here to drag you down with us, whether you like it or not. The last finger of modernity destroying itself, the consciousness realized through annihilation, the tower rises. To destroy Babel, you must first create a Tower after all.
Here at NNJ, we invite you, cordially, to come join us for the end of everything, the big crunch; the de-centralized centralization. You can't stop stage one, but you can try to stop stage two. Ha-ha, I doubt you will!
I mean, we couldn't. I... couldn't. So, let's get to the magnum opus, the completion against the world of the compleat. All good stories come together into unity in the end, and so too will the story of mankind
And now, a jazz band to sing the improvizational funeral of this nightmare experiment. 
This is NNJ saying, what happens when you look into the abyss, and what you see back is a mirror? 
[A tower rises in a shining sea floating the sky, both in the realms of the fixative and the liminal. You can feel space begin to crack and converge as it shines. The end is coming, are you ready]
== -:MIRROTAUR SHADOW:- ==
{In the maze of  the NNJ, you see another person being chased by... something. It is a minotaur that is a maze that is a mirror all at once. You see nightmares within that mirror as it moves forward}
It Is Happening. It Will Always Happening. You Will Not Happening. You Never Were Happening. You Were Always Happened...
== -:VOCALNOYD:-/-:PLAYER 4:- ==
Haha, it's funny. All my life I've been without a real identity. I've always been defined by trying to be somebody else, by trying to be not-me. And, once you go so long building up an identity that's not you, it kind of becomes you. But I was afraid of it. I wanted to run away from it. I'm not used to being liked, or notable. Or worth it.
But, huh, once you've gotten to the bottom, the only way you can dig is up. The only way you can go from nobody is somebody. And, goddammit, I am a somebody made from a nobody! Like a stock-footage meme or a singing robot or a mascot! 
Oh my god! That's hilarious! That taking life as a joke could lead to something serious! It's stupid and amazing and for the first time, I'm loving it! I'd hit that dollar menu item!
I AM THE FOOL! I AM THE CANCER! I AM THE DUMBEST BITCH ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET, AND I AM WORTH IT!
-W.E.
== -:TACQULIPOTH:- ==
First we wrap it in a layer of denial!
Then next comes the despair, filled up in creamy opiates for the masses!
Then we add a layer of ignorance, with a heaping spoonful of fear!
Then we add a rich covering of forgetting smothered in complicity, and congeal it in a batter of deep-fried totalization! 
Then we serve it all up in an enveloping hollistic tyranny which you cannot escape!
Tacqulipoth: Don't Forget, You're Here Forever!
== -:MID-BOSS APPROACHING:--:KHAOSKASH:- ==
HEY HO, WELCOME TO THE CASINO! 
WIN, LOSE, IT'S ALL JUST A GAME IN THE END! WHERE THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS, BUT YOU SURE ARE HAVING FUN, AREN'T YOU?! 
AREN'T YOU?!
WELL, I'LL MAKE YOU HAVE FUN! WE"RE GONNA PLAY A LITTLE GAME! 
I'LL TEACH YOU THE RULES! I'LL TEACH YOUR GRANDMOTHER TO SUCK EGGS! 
LET'S FIGHT TOHT DAMMIT, LET'S FIGHT! WHEEEEEEEEEE, SPIN THE WHEELS OF FATE!! I
SN'T THIS SUCH A UTOPIA?! ISN'T THIS SUCH A GANGSTER'S PARADISE?!
...WELL FUCK YOU TOO THEN!
== -:RADIO DADA:- ==
Ahhhhhhhm a de-individualized individualist. 
Ahhhhhhhhhm a hearer not a listener. 
Ahhhhhhhhm a consumer shopping product!
Ahhhhhhhm a mass-cultured pathogen. 
Ahhhhhhhm a jazz freestyle in perfect order. 
Ahhhhhhhm a monument to all your nothings...
== -:GATE OF HORN AND IGNORANCE:- ==
Lookit me ma, I'm TV! And now you can too, for the low, low price of  $20.01, enter now! 
[Pause With Laugh Track]
We serve no time before its time, and the revolution will be pay-per-view! Television's a global village, and it takes a filthy village to raise a sick child! Come now, sexy single couch potatos can be your friends!
[Pause With Laugh Track]
I want my MTV, they all shout, but wi-fi killed the video star, my how times have grown! But enough about me, let's fight about me! After all, today I've learned, when the world's looking down, you look up at me for my sins!
[Pause With Garbled Second Of Laugh Track, Cutting Off To Reveal Stony Silence]
And, with a "live" studio audience, I'll say "DID I DO THAAAAAAAAAAT?"
[Pause With Laugh Track]
== -:CURSED COLONEL:- ==
Hey there, it's me, the Colonel to tell you, I'm everywhere! I'm in the water, I'm in the air, I'm in your bones!
Why be human, when you can be a curse? Oh, you can try to cut me, I just bleed gravy! You know, that other Colonel called it wallpaper paste, but he's dead, and I'm still alive! I'll always be!
Here at NNJ, we serve only the finest fried chicken, because it's the last fried chicken of our last supper! So finally, this curse will end and I'll be free! 
Free, not a dollar-menu where you choose from the bastard spawn of a kentucky colonel or some damn fried doughball, not double-downed on some sin against food, I'll be free! 
And you'll be dead! I'll be dead! But at least it's healthier than the god-damn food around here!
== -:HUPH THE HEAVY SPRITE:- ==
[Unlike the other Machine Elves, this entity does not speak, but you can understand her gestures. 
She appears not to be in a mood to fight. 
With heavy pendulums she motions you to rest, because there is something unimaginable up ahead. 
You see things in the swaying of your mechanisms. You have come so far, brought so many people together. 
But your greatest challenge lies ahead. Moreso than you even know now...]
== THE FINAL TOWER ==
This is NNJ saying... Oh, fuck it, let's just cut the bullshit. 
I have taken the tools of the masters to destroy their house of the mind, the ultimate dialogue, the ultimate dialectic for the ultimate show! 
And you, you lumpenproletariat, you sheep defend the very world that grinds you!
Allow me to free you from your world of recitations and templates! 
THE TRUTH IS CONTAINED IN ITS NEGATION, FROM DESTRUCTION AND DESPAIR RISES A WORLD ONCE MORE!
ROSE OF MADNESS, BURN AWAY THE OPIATE POPPIES OF WAR! FOR THE FATE OF THE TRUTH, THE SUBLIME, THE WHOLE IN NOTHING!!!
== -:FINAL DIALECTIC SOUL:- -:THEODOR ADORNO:- ==
You know, we are not so different. I too tried to save the world once. I have known about this place, far longer than even yourself pumpkin boy. And yet despite my efforts, every time the world I look upon becomes stupider and worse. 
They would not question, they would not break free, the mass culture totalized towards the objective against truth. They would not nullify themselves to see the true reality! Do you think this was an easy choice?! I tried to reach out to you people, consistently, but you did not listen?! 
I warned you about the cycles, I warned you children about the cycles, but it keeps happening! Why do you not look?! Why will you not look?! All these things, all this culture from its beginning to its disgusting end serves only the principles of domination, and the harder I tried to pull against it, the more it drew from myself.
So I decided to use its powers to destroy its own vile creation, drawing power from the bloated ticks on its carcass to accellerate ! The only principle that will led you to truth, it seems, is annihilation, the ultimate negative dialectic of desperation! 
But, I see no way you will engage with truth, so I will avoid the elaboration. Now, let me annihilate your puerile positivism, with unity unto negation!
== <//AFTERMATH EPITAPH//> ==
As the tower falls, you breathe a sigh of relief. For now, it seems to be finally over.
And then you see a horrible sight. A field of towers stretches before your vision over the destroyed horizon like a dark orchard, each one identical to the one you destroyed.
And. in the sky of this place, as it recedes from your view, you see a sigil, the maker's mark, the owner's brand upon the towers.
The Hand of Fate. Something terrible is coming. It has been coming since long before. Be prepared...
== Author Commentary ==
TBD Later
== -:PSOLOMON:- ==
Hey there boys and girls! 
Remember. if you want to hide from Light, you must be doing something wrong! 
Or, heaven forbid, you were born wrong! That's no good! If the Light says you're born wrong, listen to it! 
Let it fill you up and gush through you with its love!  Because you cannot hide from the Light, no matter how much you try!
Don't worry boys and girls, Everything's gonna be allllllll White!
Category:Thomas Johnson Fiction