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"May I speak? Thank you."
"The modern era is an organic, technological phenomena. Now, on the contrary of weeds and roots sprouting from the underground, wires and cables our what we feast upon. Compare us to the neanderthals thousands of years prior. Primitive and barbaric, destructive and incompitent, complex and confused. Though, concious and expressive."
"As beligerent and benevolent as they were, their motives, nothing shy from monumental. As their individual selves they crafted and sculpted our sands and gases. Apparent and discernible as the elephant in the room, we superior our native ancestors, both in our civilized, everyday lives, alongside our seemingly natural industrial motives and growth."
"Regarding our offspring of tomorrow, their stories remain unwritten. Agriculuture, Philosiphy, Hospitality, Apothecary, all according the grand design. Contrary to potential assumption, your ideologies are mishapen in the eyes of the founder. Humanity lingers on due to adaptation. Adaptation brings moral survivability and sustainability. Not to delude fate, but mankind ponders down the path of reconstitution. That one day, society as it would once prosper will decline."
"Devestating as it may be, all come to pass. Bodily standards and fanatics are destined to dissolve. Your division of selflessness, your incredible, duely noted, breathingtaking phantasms, all lost to the hourglass."
"If perchance some of you stand attendent, fearless, heedlessly, may I announce an opposition, a predisposition. Every breath taken, the turf commences in a scene of dissipation. Your animation, your autobiography written alongside these breaths, depleted. Who, nay, what will remember you? And maybe inconvient warding your families, your untimely debacle. Your title, your profane exclaimation, adrift in a well of inconvience."
"Ward away those dissilusioned vessels, cast your sails towards the crisper tomorrow. But to reconsider past to present, it's without doubt we excell our former reality. There's little question, though it's without consideration the inspiration and prodigy. The majesty and poetic. Their following heritage exotic and evolving, prevailing the natural order. All contagion, all venom, all disease, dumbfounded and naive. Then there's you, boring. Humdrum. Where's the color? Where's the sovereignty?"
"Humanity as a whole, undivided and identical, would be lifeless and unframable. Unable to recast. Distinctive personalities lead to a healthier and more habitable environment, despite our antagonistic discrepancies, it's what makes us human. Thank you, Jerome, have a nice evening."
Outroars of question and confusion shredding my ears as I passed the curtain leading towards a backdoor exit. A man accompanied me from behind, keeping his distance from my composure.
"I think they enjoyed it." I'm not sure I caught this man's name, though he'd been encoring me all day.
"Enjoyment was not the response I put a soul into."
"It was, dare I say, all over the place. What was the message exactly?"
I stopped as I reached for the handle to the door, his body coming in contact with my backside. I turned my head to him, my blackened eyes eclisping his, piercing through.
"I ask you, before I take my leave, what you thought my presentation was about?"
He stammered, backing away slightly and adjusting his collar. "Was it a sort of caucus?"
I looked away as I retracted my arm into my tux, withdrawling a blindfold, wrapping it around my eyes.
"A caucus defines a group of political supporters. Nothing I claimed revolved around political acclamations. All that was was a memento."
His face made me smirk as he asked, "What memento?"
"A memento to not be sheep."
I grabbed ahold the handle, pulling the door towards me. Instantaneously, dozens of flashes, lights, cameras mounted upon men annointed towards my direction. I looked behind me, though no one was there. I looked back, microphones warranting different news anchors, industires, and business inquiries.
Questions upon quesitons fowarding a sort of response, I tried to space my mind on something else. Though, there were far too many personas. To many voices accompanying the ones already omnipresent.
