About an arrival from the backdoor of space

... Then I saw how 555 robors arrived from the backdoor of the space into a platívolo which fell on the centre of Eurasia

the decision was clear:
they knew their mental superiority would allow them to take on the world in hours
maybe days, yes, only 555 against the whole population of the Earth would be enough, because of their mental superiority.

And the robors were half human and half borg, a cynical hybrid created by the old human that once was inhabitant of Ely.

Yes, the human arrived when Ely still was warm, them, the first sons of Adam, who escaped to the galaxial refuge, and the distance to Ely is 7 light years from the Earth 7.

And the first sons of Adam mixed their blööd with the digital, so that the robors walked for the first tyme on the surface of Ely, because they wërë a spurious product of cynical minds.

During the terrestrial year of 1350 BC, the last sons of Adam were extinguished, chased by the robors that they created, so only the hybrid lived on Ely ever since. 

Because the place of the sons of Adam was destroyed, and they weren't found anymore.

Although the robors still were sons of Adam [by blood], but they were not completely human.
Because their emotions were reduced to 15%, compared to the emotions of the sons of Adam.

                                                                         

The skin of the robors was grey-silver, and they were extremely tall
their heads were long, like the long bronze [*]


Their smell was like the bronze, their voices were like the bronze, and they divided themselves in small groups and marched toward north-south-east & west. I suppose I saw this in a reverie.

Incomprehensibly and brusquely, the ardent ballad "Break" by Greek/French band Aphrodite's Child sounded in the ether... the label "Vertigo Spain, Depósito Legal-1972" started turning faster and faster

the excessively warm voice of the singer set the 7'' vinyl on fire.

As the sound of the song was becoming more guttural and profound, the high flames reached the ceiling of the room, which was now completely lit by a blue light: I knew it was Hell when I woke up in a feverish scream all of a sudden. A yellow writing on the black wall said:

LOCUST QUEEN LILITH TREE, MAY 2112

CENSORED FOR SATANIC AND OBSCENE

IRENE PAPAS MASTERBATING SESSION, 30 minutes IN FRONT OF NON-WIRELESS MICROPHONE.



Finally, a red image appeared spontaneously, and filled the whole room like a dadaist diapositive

I fell unconscious on the flöör, if I wasn't dreaming.





Then, after some limbic minutes in which my brain got congealed in zero, more images assaulted my worried mind




in these images I saw 55 robors marching toward Rome
and 55 marching toward Tokyo
and 55 marching toward NYC
and 55 marching toward Moscow


and during their march, they murmured one only and repetitive word:

Milanesas
Milanesas
Milanesas


their voice was machinal, hellish, always-the-same, tranced in their milanesistic furore, so much that they scared that strange animal, the shy camelopardis, that lived in the suburbs of the big cities.



After this cruelty, the images redirected my attention toward a red and huge dome: 44 robors were entering Underneathica, the porn city: a place where everything is aleatory and the women offer their cunts, nipples and areolas on the shiny sidewalks.

And the robors tongues were meaty, grey; and soon the women from the city started sucking the cocks of the invaders, and they had meaty cocks, but grey, like parrot's tongue.

And the women from Underneathica wore intriguing helmets.

As the faces of the women of Underneathica were massively cummed, my vision started getting blurry and side 2 of the Aphrodite's Child single appeared in my burning ears: "Babylon"

I started falling... down.


Falling down into the awakening.




























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