Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-073

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

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