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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ Electricity ] [ By The GNN ]
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"ELECTRICITY"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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Remember, you cannot manipulate your own future.
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Time flies.
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Once I used to be a kid who played around in the green garden, looking
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for adventure and excitement. There was no future, only childhood. The
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clock was a dumb object that controlled my freedom. I do not know how many
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children who got the chance to wake up by the shining rays from the sun that
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walked slowly on the floor towards the bed. Running, jumping and
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everything else, in a magic paradise that was the whole world. There were
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fruit trees everywhere and they stood like friendly grandparents and gave
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away all their possessions with a smile. They never complained and no one
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else did. Nature was not greedy, she had plenty of food together with a
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good heart. You did not have to pay or even say thanks, your satisfaction
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and happy face was enough to encourage another season of apples or
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strawberries.
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When the night fell and doors closed the invisible power turned on lamps
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and machines. I always wondered which tree electrical power came from.
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The nature had it all, so it must be responsible for the amazing power that
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was our friend and enemy. We learned that lightning and thunder was
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dangerous and must be respected. As long as you respected the angry
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nature, it would respect and help you forever. But time had no brakes...
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I am a so called old man now, who must have a distance to everything and
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be realistic. I know that I was wrong, when I believed that the paradise
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would last forever. Dark clouds entered the blue sky of my childhood and
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made me understand that I was losing my freedom. I had to enter various
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prisons, each of them gave me a chain to wear. To be able to carry all the
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heavy knowledge, I had to drop my imagination. Very little at first but
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more and more in the end. I do not know if I have reached my end yet, but
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I hope not. Life went on and the whole world together with me. I forgot
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all the things that made me happy before and fully believed that economical
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increase, luxury articles and money was the future. I lived a hectic life
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and planned every second of the day. To work, to the bank, to work, to my
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home, to the bank... I stopped counting my transactions and just kept an
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eye on my income, while I raged about the taxes that stopped me from
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developing my understanding about life.
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The world got harder and wanted more. Concrete and steel dropped like
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bombs on my old magic garden and turned my paradise into a desert of
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electronic money that jumped like frogs from one part of the world to
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another in the speed of light. Nature was something that only crazy fags
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and communists screamed about at demonstrations. A good laugh at their
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black clothes and hysterical opinions was all right between visits at my
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portable computer. I held millions of dollars in my hand one second to
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sell them as gold or rain forest the next. The outside was dangerous.
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The few times I went outside I met sad faces, looking for something they
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really did not know. I was convinced it was my wallet. Technology got
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even more advanced. Computers turned macro and the abstract part of our
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planet could be stuffed into a chip that was as small as a piece of sand.
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The electricity was there. Afterwards, I know that I had lost my entire
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respect for the power.
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It is dark now. The sun have disappeared beyond the horizon and taken
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the light to another place. The light was very good today. I almost stepped
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outside for a walk but changed my mind. If I tried, I would probably never
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make it back to the house. The pollution had turned the blue sky into
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a brown dirty soup, that does not allow the sun to shine through. The sun is
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visible as a soft ball in the distance but nothing else. I know I will soon
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turn blind but it does not matter. Nobody will ever read this.
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Sometimes, I wonder if I am the only man left on earth. Of course I'm not.
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Why should I? There must be billions of people who sat in front of their
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computers when the electricity disappeared, to never return again. Shock
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and frustration turned my belief into nothing. Days passed but nothing
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happened. The power of the world was gone. The paralyzing trauma suddenly
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broke and people got mad. Violence and anarchy in search for food and
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money. People still wanted money like an instinct. You killed for bread,
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water and money. Money, money, money...
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But it did not last forever. Soon, the agony turned into a complete loss
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of hope. Doors closed and locked. Darkness engulfed the planet. I made
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it all the way through, with blood on my hands. I do think more about life
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now and I feel that I actually knew it all already when I was a child. The
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world died, and the people together with it. I wonder why. Maybe it was a
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lonely worker at the factory that produced the electricity for the entire
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world that could not stand it any more. Maybe he saw the object that had
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been supplying us with power and remembered his own childhood. Maybe he
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smashed the glass and grabbed the object inside. While the world died
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outside, maybe he ate it with dreaming eyes and remembered his own magic
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green garden.
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Technology is dead. I will soon be dead too. The last thing we will
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remember is that it is possible to gain enormous amounts of power from a
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single orange.
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The last orange on planet Earth.
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-13-175042
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