Straight From The Devil’s Mouth(Version 1-Part 2): Tomorrowland

He was still at his desk tapping away waiting for a verse to pour out his empty gut, nothing arrived, he was still thinking about her, he could only hope to meet her somehow. He scribbled a few words down to get his poetic sentiments aroused from his empty, demented vessel. The first word he wrote was: “tomorrow” then “land”. What was he doing here still, why bother writing something that wouldn’t exist, all would vanish, or rather everything that ever was had already vanished.

“Ding!”

A sound had burst out of the darkness behind him. “Not now” he thought as he continued his internal self-loathing.

“Ding!Ding!”

“Who the hell is it?!” he yelled aloud, “It is a message by Arthur Aims” the somewhat choppy, robotic feminine voice had responded from John’s laptop lying on his charcoal sheets. “Samantha, what does the message say!” he said as he approached the grey machine,

“Arthur Aims: I see you’re still active on that little website you write on all the time, if you’re still slaving away at that desk again so help me. You have to stop writing so damn late, I can’t have you falling asleep on me anymore behind the counter, if they find you again in that storage room dozing off they will eliminate you and put you before the council, now FOR FUCK SAKES go to bed: Sent by Arthur Aims”.

“Samantha send Arthur Aims a message: Fine I will lay my soulless ass to bed just let me get a few more words in and I will be on my way to this fine little island of sleep, goodnight:

Message sent”.

The room fell silent and John’s hands prepared for one last line, he had finally had it:

Tomorrowland, Tomorrowland

bathed by battled

Hope,

If Tomorrow comes,

or even if it exists,

I wish this:

a world not forged by myth,

beings not dismissed,

freedom from all of this.

He shut the humming machine off with the click of a button, and put down its rectangular face then put it to the side of his bed onto the beige carpeted floor. The Dome of Historia would soon be pumped with light, and the skulking engineers would prepare to begin the next day.

Link to Part 1 of Straight From The Devil’s Mouth: https://theprose.com/post/327618/straight-from-the-devil-s-mouth-version-1-part-1-welcome-to-hell

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