Life of Mugnecca

Mugnecca observes, Mugnecca... sees

sees everything in the house, from her inert perspective, she still owns a rare life in herself, a life that only the automata knows: the life of the inanimate object: a sick life, devoid of reaction, too strange for us the human, but it doesn't mean that Mugnecca doesn't see... Mugnecca sees, she observes everything that happens in that house, even the tiniest detail is recorded by her eyes sans emotion. Videotaped by her Betamax retinae.

Mugnecca rationalizes, Mugnecca understands

understands all the shameful and nefand things that happened, happen and will happen in that house, in that tenement of nodose retortions, in that pit replete of degeneracy and endless canicule.
From her cold calculi of marionette or dollette, Mugnecca can guess the future of the inhabitants of that house, who are lost in delirious vices

because: even the tiniest detail is filed into her analog brain of Mugnecca from 1.989, because Mugnecca has an atrocious archive of atrocities stored in her floppy disk eyes.

And even the smell of those walls, she understands, those walls all covered in dry cum, blood, spits and menstruum
and every smell, color, bodily emission, stain or gelatinousness present in that gruesome labyrinth is catalogued, tabulated and indexed minutely in precise categories by her brain of Mugnecca, which works at high speed like a digitized vademecum full of loathsome sequences.

Because Mugnecca observes, Mugnecca... sees

because she has been there from the beginning
and she will be there till the end

The End.