Post by dietpepsi on Dec 18, 2011 23:43:51 GMT -5
The sky was a gruesome shade of greenish black, as it always was. As Mark.3 walked, a harsh splatter of wind hit his face. But again, entirely expected.
Mark.3 had always come to expect this kind of weather. Mark.3 is the third generation of Marks that came after the Enlightening. The Enlightening was when all wrong was made right. When sick became health. When peace became violence. The Enlightening, of course, is too minor a matter to discuss now.
Mark.3 is the only “Mark” in the world, so we simply need to use “Mark” to talk about him. Mark. To be put plainly, he wasn’t like the other people in his division. He would take the longest way possible to his house to walk along the unforgiving asphalt rode. He never applied for licensing of a Mini-trans. Everyone had a Mini-trans. It was the fastest way to get around, but no one really understood how it went so fast. Just two wheels attached to what some describe as a centipede. It has been so long since anyone knew what a centipede was, except for Mark. He is one of those few people who would talk about things that happened before the Enlightening and knew plenty about them. He can give a whole sermon on how to operate a book. People will still turn to him stunned when he says, ‘book.’ He speaks of digesting what the book reads, and flipping through ‘paper.’ First, no one ever hears of eating and digesting a food object called a ‘book.’ Secondly, what is paper? There are too many questions and so little time; Mark is going to encounter a horrific ordeal.
Mark.3 had always come to expect this kind of weather. Mark.3 is the third generation of Marks that came after the Enlightening. The Enlightening was when all wrong was made right. When sick became health. When peace became violence. The Enlightening, of course, is too minor a matter to discuss now.
Mark.3 is the only “Mark” in the world, so we simply need to use “Mark” to talk about him. Mark. To be put plainly, he wasn’t like the other people in his division. He would take the longest way possible to his house to walk along the unforgiving asphalt rode. He never applied for licensing of a Mini-trans. Everyone had a Mini-trans. It was the fastest way to get around, but no one really understood how it went so fast. Just two wheels attached to what some describe as a centipede. It has been so long since anyone knew what a centipede was, except for Mark. He is one of those few people who would talk about things that happened before the Enlightening and knew plenty about them. He can give a whole sermon on how to operate a book. People will still turn to him stunned when he says, ‘book.’ He speaks of digesting what the book reads, and flipping through ‘paper.’ First, no one ever hears of eating and digesting a food object called a ‘book.’ Secondly, what is paper? There are too many questions and so little time; Mark is going to encounter a horrific ordeal.