You speak of a creator
Talk of an
Originator
That tells me more than what
Thousand words may yield
There's no
Creator
There's no
Originator
There was
Earth
Water and fire
The Ichor of the Deacon
And the flesh of those who came from Paradise
Your Eden was
Engineered.
A wretch refuted by his originator who calls Me taint.
Your father was a farmer
Your mother a fool.
We see you.
We know you.
Your kind was born of the Ichor sired by the Deacon born of the Mother
Promise.
Empty promise
But you
You have something else
You don't follow do you?
Imperfect taint from other species, every string of DNA every minuscule organelle has to be sifted, ground, purged or changed to fit within Mother's design.
Until skin becomes chitin
Bone strengthens
Individuality is snuffed out by single purpose.
That's what the Fire is for.
-Nonsense.
Evolution would imply the lack of perfection
The divine can't be anything if not perfect
The Deacon
The Mother
The Ichor
All three in the shape of a triangle, geometrical, numerical, organical perfection, all that changes is the influence.
[ ...Some place he got himself into. He shouldn't have signed the contract the second he saw something about a "biological weapons facility"... ]
[ ...He would've shot the damn thing... but they want them alive...! ]
@Conor__Perkins -No, they wont.
Not until they get what they want at least.
The way each orgasm adds more to the half-dried sticky clumps of jizz while that cushioned rear keeps on jackhammering down is proof enough his lifeline's tied to how quickly he can 'refill' himself before the next hump
@TheOnelnTheDark "Why do I feel like they leave scent on someone who is more proficient, so others can find them with ease...that would leave someone with very little free time."
-To be fair, he's being passed around like a jar.
There's small specimens, large specimens, huge specimens.
All manners of shapes and sizes.
Although the constant of decidedly thicker than usual thighs remains
-They're as alien (eh) to the concept of technology as one can be.
Perfect organism and killing machine, but a blaring red alarm siren will still scare them off.
Hopefully the battery will last long enough for the GPS broadcazt to be picked up by other units
-They still act nightmarishly cute with Synths.
Like, for sure that tail is trying to do something like graze as the nape for added stimuli but it's only scraping at the metal.