The dissonant squeak of the immense gears on our heads, forming part of the uninterrupted humming of the turbines?
Riiiiight.
Caressing life's balls as she flungs them side to side in front of my face.
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dont google translate. also, its awesome >:C
The machine never pauses - by Luis Bermer The dissonant squeak of the immense gears on our heads, forming part of the uninterrupted humming of the turbines. Steam escapes resoplando in the unattainable heights in view, kingdom of the dark. The gas that we inhaled is injurious, but necessary. The chain brings that one to which the liquid metal molds gave form, many kilometers above, in the layers superiors. I verify the firm subjection of the radioactive case to the anchorages of the body of the howitzer that arrives at my hands. It has to be perfect because the perfection is possible, unique the possible thing with our work. The row of organic pieces that we conformed next to the chain does not have aim. Under the grid on our feet an abyss of metallic structures is abre, weakly illuminated by incandescent sparkles, that come from the activity that is developed in the depths. Columns of smoky tubes invade their legitimate space, connecting unlearnable distances. All piece is replaceable. The noise is deafening per moments. A cascade of sparks is spilled from some place, perhaps an electrical cable has followed. All the cases arrive perfectly fit, one after another one. Images in blue seize of my mind: hundreds of gigantic guns aiming towards the sky shoot incessantly against our enemies. The Earth shakes. Surrounded white light in flames turns the night into day and... I must stop. The thoughts are not useful for the machine, obstruct their correct operation. The damage is repairable. We make death. We make victory. One after another one. I verify and I admire its absolute perfection. One does violence to explosion shakes everything to it, but we do not lose the balance. The impact has been distant. During seconds it covers the dark to us, although the chain does not pause. Our redoubled forces compensate the insignificant loss. It does not exist what we did not prune to obtain. The arms burn to me. Unmistakable the distant sound of the hammers when striking the steel plates, descending envelope we to bless our energies. A blood thread appears of my nose. Nothing is disposable. Extreme temperature. The pain that crosses my arms covered with blisters, leaving them unsuitable, is an impediment to the attainment of the aim. No longer I can touch works without defect that brings the chain. They are abren. Supuran bleeds black. I have fallen of backs on the grid. They gather to me, dragging me far from the perfection that I have known. Luckyly, a infinity of pieces will be able to occupy my position, assuring the maximum effectiveness. The machine does not have to perceive the substitution. The new piece is already in its new position, is the latest that I see before initiating the reduction. My outburst of laughter is of pure satisfaction. I know what is the new function that corresponds to me by right. We descend by open passages that do not seem to have term. The metal draws incommensurable infinite structures in its glory. We approached. I can feel it in the trembling rate of the vibrations that make our steps uncertain. The din lacera heard on the verge of becoming broken irreversibly and the heat is sufficient to give off the skin, the red intensity burning fire the eyes, but nothing of that matters because already we have arrived. It will be an honor to serve as food the boiling heart of the machine.
supuran bleeds black... that is so horribly translated. NEVER google or bablefish translate a story EVER >:U
Thanks man. I am learning more Spanish now. ^__^
ummm....in English plz...
meh, w/e i'll read that dude's crapped up translation
actually, cbf reading it so bibi
I didn't get it...
well just some parts...but...
wtf? xD
ok...i'll continue studying maths
fucking maths...¬¬
WOW. Gran trabajo
en cuanto al texto...
Si te lo imaginas y le añades detalles e imaginacion en serio puedes ver algo horrible D=
¿Podra ser una visión del horrible mundo post-apocaliptico al que la guerra, la violencia y el racismo nos va a llevar?
Estupida existencia suicida humana -.-
Pd: Antes de leer esto pense:
Diablos, los gringos se van a quejar xq no le entienden. Y estuve bien. =D
Un saludo
DragosNewgrounds
Plase dont yell at me. What does it say?
Lalo
its like 100 lines of text im not translating it >:C