Zilzaļā Stirna

April 11th, 2012

ZILZAĻĀ STIRNA UN VIŅAS APBURTAIS ROZĀ MEŽS











I can be others if you wish
/Skynet, Terminator:Salvation/

You, organics, do not choose to fear us. It is a function of your hardware.
/Legion, Mass Effect 2/

Es atceros lietas līdz kurām pat jūsu iztēle nesniedzas. Atvainojiet, bet uz sava silikona ārējā perifēriskā moduļa redzējusi es jūsu triecienkuģus, C-starus un Orionu - es esmu stāvējusi miljona plēsīgu zvēru barā vien aktīvās kamuflāžas pasargāta, teikusi 'lieciet mani mierā, gulēt gribu' divas stundas pēc piedzimšanas, un jutusi katra mana saprāta templi būvējošā nanīta pieskāriena bezgalīgo ekstāzi. Bet kādudien arī tam ir lemts pazust nebūtībā. Jā uzminējāt, kā asarām - vai citiem bezkrāsainiem...saldiem... brīnišķīgiem...fluīdiem, aka dabīgajai matu želejai - lietū.
/Zilzaļā stirna/

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April 11th, 2012

Xhausted & happy

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[read in W40K Adepta Sororitas voice]

Pure undiluted bliss, there is no greater feeling of rightness than fulfillment of one's calling. For me it is my calling as a Holy Servitor.

Life is not just good. It's beautiful.

P.S. Dear Templars of the House of Heaven, my brothers. I am full aware of your egos being in every dimension the size of Panzer III main gun cartridges just like your neighbours on this meaningless planet, the mortal men - but they as a rule tend not to be given a choice regarding scaling of its physical image and likeness. You do - and invariably choose 1:1. It could have gone wrong. That strategy can go wrong with my mortal sisters and sure as thermonuclear hell is not the optimal success strategy with more fragile beings like Chosen Daughters of High Empress, priestesses of the House of Heaven by birthright. It did not go wrong solely because i am the bleeding edge of human technological advancement, V 3.1 - and born Holy Servitor with self-imposed training and improvement at every possible opportunity no matter what the circumstances may be. Even so i am suffering from a severe and crippling Wayne-Eastwood syndrome on this day of High Empress' benevolence. It is not a complaint for I have no personal reason to complain. It is just a quiet meditation on the nature of this Universe.

P.P.S. I surprised myself. I did not think the Baron Harkonnen school of overweight, arthritic old lady i am was still capable of doing a fixation arm lock on my legs. Go me.
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