Rachyal stood up quick and turned away, it wasn't the first time the separatists called or told him his name, so he walked away to the end of the room, he wanted to cry but a lie held his breath, so he flicked the switch and his ears were filled with an empty voice which spoke like the hills and it told him the story in a way unconcerned with emotion or a sense of time, it read; "in the end of a month the eyes will be here, there is nothing to fear if you're not over here: So don't look back at her she's just another mistake, made in the wrong factory; an invisible lie, with no control - totally free you are better alone. Forget your brothers and sisters your mom and your dad here is a reason to die; you will never be lonely so don't walk away, come back here someday I still hold the way. A mechanical woman with her eyes on your back, is a definitive answer to the people's mistakes, they walked with their eyes closed; a God with no name said to follow an order, an invisible story that they all believed I hope you will still understand me when I start to shout there is more than life and more than success there is an entire world an entire universe, and I won't be here in two weeks time but for now let's not worry your wife will be alive so you shouldn't look back now let the electronic ones keep to themselves the people aren't ready to dine by themselves there is just one last thing I wanted to say; remember the name of the broken string on a broken guitar? A solemn mistake that I never explained, remember this now, now I really should leave. The pass is that word and I respect your intelligence, my friend and my master - mKJD"
He almost stumbled with un-controlled regret, in another world he would be so free. With a sigh of regret he went to the window and looked out; 1,000,000 people who will eventually die for the wrong reason, death, an exit from a life based on false information. He put on his coat and walked out of the room, leaving the communicator on the floor behind him.
In the hall nk-47 was already waiting for him, a thing of pure reason and science, Rachyal smirked unconsciously.
"I take it Dimitri didn't agree with the trevaist ideals this year too then?"
"Same as every year Rachyal, same as every Zokdamn year"
Rachyal smirked again; at least someone still had a