Half spilled full on chrome arbius twinges in the doorway, it's tendrils like icicles caught the orange and yellow lights flicking on end after each other in a chase, the race of a self-conducting megaparticle occupying beyond the dimensions through the traces of the neutrinos falling like raindrops, unzipping. A circle, circular. A self righting balancer dancing across the high planes, the sky above them lit up with the light thrown from hundreds of different cosmos. Elaborate patterns are just beyond the reach of sight. The periodic table, the human genome, the theory of special relativity, the computer. Logic. A scientific experiment is something which can be recreated, history repeating. And repeating.
Crumbling variations of wax faces pouring with fake blood as the bodies tumble onto the foggy moor. The director nods and the film is released straight to DVD, as is the case with that particular type of film. Cyphers common throughout the world are the blockbuster laser activated info-disc slot into the alloted player. Sleeper agents sleeping urgent.
