THE GLASS WAS FALLING,
IT SEEMED TO BREAK EVEN BEFORE IT HIT THE GROUND. IT STILL SHATTERED OF COURSE, AND AT THE VERY MOMENT THAT HE HAD INTENDED. ITS CONTENTS WERE PROJECTED INTO THE ATMOSPHERE INCLUDING ITSELF.
HOW DID THE GLASS FEEL THAT HARDNESS WHEN IT HIT?
WHERE THE FRAGMENTS TRAVELLED, IT WAS A DISTANCE, ESCAPING EACH OTHER. SEEKING THEMSELVES IN SPACE, TEARING AND CUTTING, AND THEN STAYING STILL, MOTIONLESS IN A NEW POSITION. SMALLER YET SHARPER, MORE AUTONOMOUS AND PERHAPS LESS USEFUL.
THE FRAGMENTS, THEY THOUGHT OF THE STARS AND PLANETS IN A GALAXY. PERHAPS OUR SOURCE OF EMULATION, THEY THOUGHT. COLD DARK DUST AND RAGING NUCLEAR HEAT: A SYMETRICAL CRYSTAL CREATION AND THE CHAOS OF ITS FRAGMENTS/A BOY SEATED ON HIS PARK BENCH AND THE EVIL OF THE MAN LATENT.
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