The machine - 8 - Ending.

And now remained but a field of electric haze, in olden times branded magic, in our time branded current, power..

All of us ran on it, man and machine alike.
Every pulse, every move we thanked to it, wether by program or will.

Both the thousand legged god and the human world had ended, but impossible to forget .. in the memory of our nuclear mind.
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fin.