S.O.S/Songs Of Sanity

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]Planet Manhattan
New York System
3428 A.S

Wake up. Again, and again ‘till the end of time, and when time ends keep waiting for it to begin again. Who
would mourn the last “human” in the galaxy? Who would kiss Maria to wake her from the 2000 year
slumber? The real question perhaps is was she sleeping at all? And can you perceive yourself as the last of
a kind if you never really considered yourself a part of it. Human life ended just as it begun a lucky genetic
anomaly meeting another lucky genetic anomaly…or perhaps she just flattered herself

Wake up, exist. Again, and again ‘till the end of time, and when time ends keep waiting for it to begin again.
In the middle of the wasteland of a civilization stood a lonely skeleton of the beast that originally populated
Manhattan, that skeleton Maria called home. The Slomon K'Hara were brutally efficient, they didn’t kill
exterminate mankind, they made it exterminate itself. Human immortality depends on their ability to
reproduce as fast and as efficiently as possible, humans endured with mindless recreating while the Slomon
K'Har did by simply being. Martinez did too with her curse, her blessing, her being…The perfect human from
a statistical point of view…statistics can be such a liar. She lacked the main quality that determines a “good”
human being – the ability to recreate. Her eternity was undermined by the fact it cannot be passed, and that
her mind cannot fit in the norms people set…the same people that are now nothing more than a carbon in
the soil feeding other organisms and plants.


Wake up, exist, hunt. Again, and again ‘till the end of time, and when time ends keep waiting for it to begin
again. They say the mind retains its integrity simply by forgetting. She did not forget, not a single day of
her 2630 years of existence, and her brain even working at higher capacity due the venomous Cardamine
strands in her DNA could not handle it. Evolution within a control volume, adaptation to the environment all
exhibited in a single body. What 2000 years ago was known as Maria Martinez now was nothing more than a
primeval predator, set for one thing only – survival. Her speech replaced by mindless grunts and screams,
her nails turned to claws, her hands now used for walking but most importantly her humanity nothing more
than a code stored in her cells. Only somewhere deep in the shackles of her subconscious the 10 year old
Marry was still crying.

Wake up, exist, hunt, sleep. Again, and again ‘till the end of time, and when time ends keep waiting for it to
begin again. What if time didn’t kill the humans race, what if it only killed her humanity? What if the
buildings were still there, the people still there all obscured by the predatorial turn of Martinez’ evolution?
The difference between sleep and reality is a thin line existing on the edge of self conception. What makes
sense in a dream does not in reality, however the reverse statement is false. Perhaps humanity was still
there, still mindlessly reproducing defeating immortality.


Wake up, exist, hunt, sleep and die. So you won’t endure time and time again, until time ends and begins
again. Who would mourn the last human in the Galaxy? Who would kiss Maria to wake her from the 2000
year slumber? Life will mourn and death will do the kissing. Living a life with no purpose is no different than
dreaming forever and if stopping your heart is the price to pay to wake up it is a small price to pay really.
Martinez looked at the sky, she once traversed and took a step forward, and she was in space again the
feeling of weightlessness and suddenly what appeared to be a smile appeared on her face. That was the
ideal, that was the dream a human would have described…What was the reality? Beasts do not smile. The
feeling of weightlessness was nothing more than a pre-determined confrontation with gravity. The smile on
her face being the her muscles unable to resist the acceleration of the freefall…The ground came as roar of
an alarm clock…something ends something begins

“Wake up…Wake up…Wake up…” And she did, the world slid into focus, taking away all reason behind what
was just real. Maria looked around her and comfortably recognized her own “castle” with the victorious
statement of last night laying next to her. She turned around and could once again hear the thousands
whispers that made her be…

Future perfect? Perhaps, but it’s just one verb away from past…

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