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The Body Electric
Tale of a woken death
The body is a vessel of information that doesn’t need to be mummified to elicit endearing mysteries about the meaning of each perverse layer. The body contains the formula for reboots, redesign, reshaping, renaming, and repurposing. Each skill is a variation of ancient techniques of self-defense that will be activated when certain death occurs.
When the heart stops beating, that’s actually when the blood starts pumping with more vigor, and with the willpower to avoid a complete shutdown at all costs.
Suddenly the wirings are thrilled back to life from the extreme of circumstances that leaves you skinless, takes your breath away. You can buckle up for your first-class booking at the chilled-to-serve trays of the brightly-lit morgue.
Shiny sharp instruments laid out for clinical precision to inch by inch dissect codes that assemble graphic edits of what swiped away the soul of hacked body parts.
Sometimes the occurrences that bring forth the violent separation of a once-living being from the smashed body that was left dangling upside down from the sheer force of battering penetrations become the diseased secrets harboring slow acting poison.
Drip, drip, drip.
