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III. A S C E N S I O N

from Crop Field Death Squad by Burning Alien

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In the periphery of his green eye, he could see the silhouette of the heavy machinery. The machine towered over the thick red mist. One giant iron foot marching to the beat of the steam. Braided tubes and hoses wrestled and twisted into and around it. Markings in strange geometrical shapes covered the flat surfaces. He tried to move his body but every limb and part was secured firmly by casts in metal. The hoses hissed.

*thump*

The machine lifted itself again with a heavy sigh and the belt carried them on. The woman in front of him screamed louder, struggling to come undone. Vats filled with thick liquids past them; the green light of
the walls having a hard time passing through. The hoses hissed.

*thump*

The screams stopped. Alone, he approached the silhouette slowly, but surely. The machine raised its foot again. Passing under it, it now revealed the stamped metal sheet underneath. The sheet was folded and covered with strange devices, cables, and needles. Blood covered the edges and dripped down on his forehead. The hoses twisted and hissed yet again.

*thump*

lyrics

Brought to our ships, saved from the wild
Delivered to us, a stray mind, severed from all
Disconnected, material man
Delivered to us, your old body, soon you must leave

Engage the needles connecting your spine
Your intellect will soon be compiled
No use for legs, the flesh is too weak
Your integration is almost complete

Adding some limbs, a treadmill for feet
Making anew, reactor heart, servos in arms
Insert the chips, your comms and your link
Initiate, boot, the service begins

A thousandth tendril; a branch of ourselves
With purpose, forced conviction
To aid, in the cause

No stars are too distant
No minds are too lost

With our help, all will find meaning
And in the end, be a part of our mind

Ascension
Descend to ascend
Ascension
Your race erased

Ascension
Descend to ascend
Ascension
Your race erased

Remove the needles, connecting your spine
Your intellect has now been compiled
No use for legs, the flesh was too weak
Your integration is now complete

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from Crop Field Death Squad, released December 4, 2020

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