Chapter Thirty: The Deluded Taxonomists
They quickly scuffled to their patrol cars as they saw what happened to the horizon and the sky. They have never seen such a phenomenon happening. Not as you would expect science to explain. No, certainly not.
Their minds are infected, slowly giving in. It is eating their memories.
But it was there. They saw it with their own eyes. What are those things? What the hell is going on? Isn't this the perfect order? What are those creatures and where are they from? They cannot process it anymore.
They know there are no answers. As the thought runs through their minds, they have finally felt it. The hypocritical syndrome seeping through their eyes. Moments will pass by, and it will soon infect their neurons. There is no escape.
The first taxonomist was infected gravely, and now the creature is directing him to sing a song. Then, as he has reached the chorus, his head began to twitch. His eyes suddenly became very red. He is singing at the top of his lungs.
"What is happening? What is that?" the second taxonomist said.
Is there a way to escape, a murder planned ahead? Will there be ears when songs are released? Will you ever care when someone is just there? Or it is only the greed that you finally heed?
The lyrics of the song has a sure death to it.
x----x
This Chapter is sponsored by Qantas Airways.
Their minds are infected, slowly giving in. It is eating their memories.
But it was there. They saw it with their own eyes. What are those things? What the hell is going on? Isn't this the perfect order? What are those creatures and where are they from? They cannot process it anymore.
They know there are no answers. As the thought runs through their minds, they have finally felt it. The hypocritical syndrome seeping through their eyes. Moments will pass by, and it will soon infect their neurons. There is no escape.
The first taxonomist was infected gravely, and now the creature is directing him to sing a song. Then, as he has reached the chorus, his head began to twitch. His eyes suddenly became very red. He is singing at the top of his lungs.
"What is happening? What is that?" the second taxonomist said.
Is there a way to escape, a murder planned ahead? Will there be ears when songs are released? Will you ever care when someone is just there? Or it is only the greed that you finally heed?
The lyrics of the song has a sure death to it.
x----x
This Chapter is sponsored by Qantas Airways.
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