Whitetrash woke from his latest dream. He'd dreamt of the machine tree again. It loomed above his town like the all-seeing deity of a god-fearing world, a steel colossus of heavy, clunking, moving parts. They used it to feed their machines.
Ever since it grew he and his fellow citizens had begun using different words, unintelligible glossolalic nonsense of pure anxiety to the point where alliances depended on who you understood the most, all the others were deadly.
The machines came under the veil of darkness when the town had long since taken on the aspect of an elaborate cemetery. They floated in from the periphery in a thick luminescent swarm, slowly descending on their common objective, hovering intently like wasps round a half-rotten fruit. The machine tree ground into monstrous mechanical life to accommodate its visitors. Sprouting from its central trunk of rusted iron and steel, a multitude of limbs protruded in all directions, almost reaching the wealthy outlying neighbourhoods cowering behind their high walls. These limbs branched off eternally into ever smaller vessels and capillaries like the neuronal pathways of a giant robotic brain. The machines attached themselves all along its vast network of tributaries to silently slake their parasitic thirst.
Ever since it grew he and his fellow citizens had begun using different words, unintelligible glossolalic nonsense of pure anxiety to the point where alliances depended on who you understood the most, all the others were deadly.
The machines came under the veil of darkness when the town had long since taken on the aspect of an elaborate cemetery. They floated in from the periphery in a thick luminescent swarm, slowly descending on their common objective, hovering intently like wasps round a half-rotten fruit. The machine tree ground into monstrous mechanical life to accommodate its visitors. Sprouting from its central trunk of rusted iron and steel, a multitude of limbs protruded in all directions, almost reaching the wealthy outlying neighbourhoods cowering behind their high walls. These limbs branched off eternally into ever smaller vessels and capillaries like the neuronal pathways of a giant robotic brain. The machines attached themselves all along its vast network of tributaries to silently slake their parasitic thirst.
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