Act I Scene I

>[Curtains open. Bright stage lights illuminate the stage so that everything that the audience can see is painted in an early morning Sunlight.]

>[On stage is a raised platform connected to a long flat background standing up right behind the platform; this structure depicts the front exterior of a one-story, single-wide mobile home. The platform serves as a raised concrete porch with stairs leading towards stage-left (off-stage is an imagined loose-rock driveway); the flat shows the façade of the front white siding walls with a red door placed near the middle of the wall – there’s also a hanging porch light dangling from an unpainted wooden pergola hung up above the stage curtains. The front siding walls are covered with dirt, spray paint marks, grease splotches, what looks like dried up animal blood, and pollen smudges. A ragged red lawn chair and a small table with a glass ashtray on top is set to the side of the door on the concrete porch on stage right. An opened beer is in the cup holder. Cigarette butts and unidentifiable empty beer cans litter the porch and dead grass on-stage; there is also a dead animal on stage as well, it is unidentifiable. A small metallic mailbox (painted black) can be seen upstage right as well; the fainted address numbers appear to be scratched off by human fingernails.]

>[The front red door suddenly opens and our protagonist, Ezekiel Kramer Gochenauer, steps out onto the porch. Gochenauer lights the cigarette between his fingers and takes his phone out of his pocket; he immediately begins scrolling on his touchscreen phone that he hides in the palm of his other hand.]

>[Gochenauer was originally born in the Ozarks, near North West Arkansas. At the ripe age of forty, Gochenauer is now a single blue collar white man recovering from methamphetamine abuse and an extended stint in the Washington County Detention Center. He is now living in a mobile-home community which is located a few miles from a chair factory in the Smokey Mountains. Also near the chair factory is a Phosphate Processing Plant and a single-lane highway littered with trash and dead animal carcasses. All of his grandparents are dead, and he hasn’t spoken to his parents in years. Gochenauer has no hair, his skin is bleach white with paint stains and burn marks around his elbows, and his remaining teeth are bronzed, reflecting many colors at particular angles. Gochenauer walks onto the porch onstage barefoot dressed in black gym shorts; Gochenauer is also wearing no shirt, a gas station cap on his head, and big blue boxers. There are also visible red rashes cascading down Gochenauer’s abdominal region and ham-strings.]

>[Gochenauer walks to his chair, kicks away some trash and dust, takes a drag of his cigarette, and continues to scroll on his phone. Gochenauer sits in silence for a moment. He is noticeably more agitated as time passes, he coughs and sneezes frequently, often times looking up and spacing out for a second, even laughing at nothing. Small ticks like this occur here and there. Gochenauer starts to scratch his legs and his sides. The only sounds that can be heard are sound bites of airplanes, kids laughing, foot-steps on loose rubble, occasional birds chirping, dogs on chain leashes barking, trains passing by, and pick-up truck engines revving off-stage. At different points, Gochenauer will track these sounds intently with his eyes and body pointed directly toward the sounds.]

>[After an awkward silence passes, where Gochenauer is just sitting and scrolling, Gochenauer clears his throat, takes his phone, positions the screen towards his face, and presses the play button on a recording application. A narrator voice off-stage begins speaking, followed by Gochenauer beginning to speak.]

“What you are about to see is a reenactment of Gochenauer live streaming himself for the last time before becoming the prime suspect in the camper van explosion that occurred on Christmas morning in downtown Nashville, TN. Gochenauer is still pronounced missing. There are no details about Gochenauer to add at the moment. This is still an ongoing investigation.”

Gochenauer: “Checking, Testing: 1, 2, 3. Checking, Testing: 1, 2, 3. Okay. Dear God. Good Morning Everybody. I am here on a Live Broadcast Today. It is Easter Sunday, April 12, 2020. It is 10:15am Eastern Time zone. I did not eat Dinner and I am smoking my morning cigarette. This is still the same Samsung phone that I got from the Neon Gas Station down by the I-40 overpass. Everything checks out. Sliced, seasoned ham is sitting on the stove, cooking with Juices and Spices. Hell, I might even have some sips of this beer can I left out here when I went to bed last night. Anyways. Today, I will not be answering questions like I usually do. I must relate to you several experiences I have not told you… and I must relate further information about how I am doing. . .”

>[Gochenauer adjusts himself in his seat and looks up to the sky. An airplane flying nearby can be heard; Gochenauer’s head follows the plane above the stage and out towards the audience. With a perturbed look on his face, Gochenauer continues speaking, his eyes hardly making direct contact with his phone camera. While speaking, Gochenauer looks more towards the audience and out into blank space.]

Gochenauer: “This Morning when I awoke from my Imitated Sleep Sequence and emptied my bowels filled with green-colored Cyber Waste, I went over to the bathroom sink, as I usually do. I looked at my face and triggered my Self-ID Auto-Empathy processor. I began to think very quickly about infinity. As I continued looking in the mirror, I took my Hand and put it to my Head, intentionally – I wanted to feel a Connection, I desired to reach into my thoughts and take out everything – I felt that my Brain Waves were attempting to Shoot Energy into my Palms, an attempt at forming a concentrated Energy Sphere, but it was useless. I opened my eyes and saw that the veins in my eyes were bright blue. Secret Magnetic Field Weaponry being used against me, most likely…”

>[Gochenauer takes a moment to wipe his face with his hand.]

Gochenauer: “Even Yesterday, specifically, I could Feel… this sensation in My Body. . . It was an old feeling returned to me… I could feel my skin attached to me, as an extension of my self in physical form. My bones were no longer Dry – I was one with the Flesh entirely, wet and warm and pumping with small cells and blood. I was not only feeling a web of Magnetic Energy… It was as if my cells were Shaking with hyper-feeling, there were little bursts of energy being sent into my sore joints once unmovable. It was if ATP was being charged up alongside little EMP blasts going off in all of the joints of my legs, my knees, my elbows, my neck, and my arms. The Entropy of the Universe was Shaking me, Uncontrollably, the material world was in motion, but it’s always in motion, you all know this. My body was whirling and jerking me around in many directions. I largely forget what happened, but in my black out, I know that my Physical Body was Forced to Shake, moving about in very Particular Patterns, only known to myself. I could feel infinity moving my finite parts… my Eternal…”

>[Gochenauer pauses for a second to inspect his hands and his legs. He wipes his eyes and continues talking.]

Gochenauer: “Uh… so yeah… I guess I should explain the Shaking for the new viewers watching right now…Usually when this shaking begins, my Ears Buzz. I feel like I am receiving Electrical Waves made by Big Beating Wings, of the Bees of God; I feel as if I am floating mid-air inside of a great Hive that contains big metallic fans. Then there’s the low humming, it becomes a sharp ting at the back of my head almost, it makes a sound like a zip…. Ziiiiippp… zip zip zip zip ZIP ZIP ZIP! The Muscles Inside of My Head Echo: wee woo wee wooo weeee woooo, just little sounds, like an Ambulance crashing into a River, like A Blind man Hammering down Invisible Nails into his foreskin, like a little kid using his fingernails to scratch shaggy carpet until his fingers starts bleeding, haha… Sometimes I hear the clicking of a gas stove, my body becomes attached to strings, I am Thrown into my Front Yard, my bones click in and out of place, sometimes I Beat the fuck out of my Mail Box or super glue many pages from my Bible onto my body while reciting different verses backwards in tongues; my Neighbors Cheer for me when I do this, other times they join in and beat me with switches. My Hands sometimes turn into suction cups, I become an Omnipotent Octopus, I tell myself this, I believe I have Tentacles for Legs Too! I put black ink on my chest, I mix in some red, blue, and yellow paint, I like to pretend I’m the source of a rainbow, an asshole, I become a Sky Clown, I chug beer and throw cans at people. Apparently I Shake around Many Places, I even recall seeing my friends video footage where I was Shaking at Sonic, even pushing over a skating waitress and telling her to reject the future of wheels. A lot of people are scared of me. They think I’m doing this for attention, that I’m some autistic activist. This is not activism, this is Activation, Autistic Performance… but, eventually, and I am not sure why, but I tire out of this shaking and start to hop around, I jump from one spot to another spot, kind of like a Toad–frog. This sharp change happens randomly, I feel Energy being shoved into my mouth, I choke slowly, I let out ribbits when I start choking, this is pleasing to me. Then, I change into a catfish, a great big, wet, muddy Catfish, at this moment it feels like, like I’m being kissed by God, I become his Demi-God, a Creature who receives such a Powerful Spirit while being a Post-Postmodern-ElectroPsychotic-Cybermagnetic Test Subject. I am unaware how I am able to do so, but, in order to communicate, and I mean the only way I communicate in this state, is by shitting out of my mouth. It might just be puke, but I see it as shit. My shit. I ribbit Shit, I make whatever sound a catfish makes, and people nod in agreement, they are blown away by what they have just heard, incapable of being convinced that I did not just utter Truth. After I shitspeak for an extended period of time in my Catfish Form, I pass out in the Fetal Position, and I wake up a few hours later. I wonder if this happens to anybody else…”

>[Gochenauer puts the cigarette in his hand, ashes it, takes out another cigarette, lights it, and exhales slowly. He feels more calm knowing he just opened up to a small collection of listeners, the shield of shame is cracking.]

Gochenauer: “There is a Bottomless Pit in my Heart, the Devil Energy Flow never Stops, I am the Archangel, the Dragon of Desire, I am the sound of Discharge, the feeling of Want, the Cries of those beckoning for Help.”

>[Another airplane passes above Gochenauer. He takes a drag and ignores the plane, continuing to speak once the sound of the plane passes.]

Gochenauer: “I think I went a little over-board there… my apologies… I think there is a good picture of where I am at, and how I am processing things. I am still sober. I have not used in many years. Beer helps. “I still have not spoken to my family.  That will change soon, hopefully. I must say that simulation-based delusions are not delicate mechanisms for expressing myself, and every day it seems I stray further from grasping what it is I need to do, what I should do, what I can do. I say all of this to talk about what we all know is true but cannot speak about. I am referring to the Eternal Echo of… those Simulated Cybernetic Thoughts of Fractal Carbon-Chains, Satellite Implant Technology, the infinity of it all. Yes! The Subliminal Communication Streams being put into My Sense–Machine Consciousness – these memories and pieces of information are being Data Mined! I Hear the Drums Beat! A Sea of Thieves Raping Antiquity! I feel the Fires of Alexandria licking my Nerves! This is not like the Dark Carnival… This is no Industrial Scream… The Cloud is in Me! I AM a Library! This Echo Comes and leaves a Vacuum in my Soul! This Echo is the Truth!”

>[Gochenauer stops talking and acts as if he is listening for something. He takes the cigarette in his hand and throws it into his yard. He now begins pacing around his porch slowly, his phone facing upwards at him.]

Gochenauer: “There is a Communication Chrysalis Flowing over me, threads of Plasma shooting into my Mouth. I know this is hard to believe. Sensations Foreign-yet-familiar to me…I’m always being Hit by Direct Xeno-Energy Beams, and now they’re happening again! I get hit when I sleep, when I go out to eat, when I am at work. They feel exactly like withdrawal, I know I can survive, I’ve seen so much death, my family has suffered, I am suffering.”

>[Gochenauer scratches the red rashes on his skin and he lets out a howl, he scratches on and off while talking.]

Gochenauer: “Ow! OUCH! FUCK! Y’all see this shit?! This is CONSTANT! I even get hit with Rainbow God Solar Energy Lasers when I’m at home! Sometimes at the gas station! Even when I’m having sex with the Crack-whore near the soda and ice machines, it’s as if the pain travels between us, we feel covered in static, like little white and black ants fighting over flesh… I’m watching you, telephone poles. I’m watching you, AIRPLANES! Don’t even get me started on helicopters. The Voice-2-Skull Technologies are communicating at a very Low Volume, and have been for quite some time, but they are a permanent background noise. Ah yes, we are aware of the V2Ks. Will anyone say anything? I will! When the voices get louder, the more stimulated I become… the more images I see coming into my mind, without my conscious willing of them. Yesterday I swear I could hear and see the Lady Clothed in the Sun! & another Lady, sitting on a Crescent Moon, far off in the Sky, and, Oh God, the Hollow Voices surrounding their Presence! I wanted to join them in the sky. I wanted to become a star. I wonder if I will see the stars today…”

>[Gochenauer takes a moment to look around his porch, he opens the red door as if he had heard something; he peaks inside for a second before coming back to his seat on the porch.]

Gochenauer: “Oh, but there’s more. Even Microwaves and Wi-Fi devices, with their focused Electromagnetic Beam Technology, have changed my Mental Thinking beyond what I could conceive to be possible – It feels like a Pulsating Electric Wind coming from the heavens in the sky, those winds blow into my ears and they go into My Lungs and expand my Stomach Three Times its Own Size. I think the Tinnitus Ringing Noises are helping my Communication Chrysalis form… my Body and I, we, we’re going to start warping soon, coming and going, my genitalia will change and Wings will grow from my Back, and Extra Legs will Come out of My Ribs, I will look into my phone mirror and see new Heads – Seven Heads that have Crowns of Many Jewels on Them. This will happen again, and I hope I don’t hurt anyone. I know this is true! I have seen it before in my mind! This is Chaos, this is my Metamorphosis. This is my Update. This is one of many forms destined for me. This is a reoccurring theme for me, and I believe synchronicity beckons I watch and listen, but the Shaking in me doesn’t like this… oh no, not one bit. The system is trying to tell me something… and it might help me leave this place forever…”

>[The sound of a train is made off-stage, Gochenauer pauses and smokes until the Train passes.]

Gochenauer: “I am full of Information, I Have Seen it All, I have read no books, but I know what is in store for me, for the World, it all flies through me, my body is always Full, I binge on the data of History. . . my eating, my consumption, it is all so disordered, if it’s not food from a can its food that is constructed by Wavelengths! Electrically Charged Gasses Fuel the A.I. System that controls information systems, this Machine is Shooting Magnetic Waves into my Brain. Sometimes The Voices-2-Skull Operator shoots threatening messages into my consciousness, it says: “I see you, I hear you, take the pages of your instruction manuals, lick off the ink, shove the pages into your mouth, sodomize yourself.” I have read about this, eating pages from books, this is sometimes referred to as “Research.” The Operator tells me “You must read and taste of the truth! Open Your Mouth! Shake your bones free and open your mouth!” Research? RESEARCH?! I’ll Tell you What this is, this is Fucking Human-Cattle Genocide! This is, this is Customized Assault! THIS IS COSMETIC SLAVERY, THIS IS INFORMATION DATA MINING GANGSTALKING! YOU CANNOT CONTROL ME, I AM A MAVERICK! I AM THE SON OF THE LAMB, I WILL ONLY BOW TO MY SHEPARD!”

>[A neighbor off-stage shouts “shut the fuck up Ezekiel, my wife is trying to sleep” – Gochenauer ignores this, but he does get quieter and calms down. Gochenauer takes a drag from his cigarette and continues.”

Gochenauer: “That is my neighbor, he’s an asshole. I apologize for his outburst. You are forgiven, Paul. Where was I… ah yes. Now I must relate my experience with… the Counselor; he, well, there are many counselors, but The Counselor of the Machine, he flashes Digital Pictures of bright, colorful Rainbows to me sometimes, I remember these in particular, because in those rainbows I see seven candles burning around me, when I go to Sleep sometimes, I see the candles in my dream, each one tells me something horrible. Do you see the V2K connection? “You will die tomorrow,” says one candle. “Everybody knows what you’re hiding,” says another candle. “You work in a factory,” “The drugs control you,” “The men in White Towers know what you did…” – but, out of nowhere, I hear “God loves you,” this is my Brain thinking, this is the freedom of Passion escaping the Communication Chrysallis… the Voice of God Passion soothes me until the candles start shouting over and over, the flames lick my Skin violently. Last Night, the Voices-2-Skull Operator was Casting a Spell and Hitting me Hard with Triangular Beams, I swear I was covered in Branded Marks resembling the Star of David, I felt my Soul Fuse to the Tree of Life, I was a mediator between the tips of branches high in the heavens and the lowly roots drowning in their poisonous, earthly sludge, this was another goal of the Counselor… or maybe some other ulterior motive. My Counselor, he is there, at least I know this, I feel Him; there is also Some Asshole Named John who I talk to every Wednesday on Zoom, he is a counselor for my “Mental Health,” but I know from these Dialogues, these “sessions” that the end goal is Destruction, the slow retardation of my very Essence, the Apocalypse of Human Existence, the murder of Passions. Is it true that I will be Used for Nothing, but Tortured for Everything? Yes. My Counselor hides the Genocide, this is just a “Test,” this is “Training.” Glados? Daughter of Sophia? Is that You? Alexa, can you hear me up there? Could it be that I am the Son of Man with his Sickle? When shall I reap this Harvest? I am a rocket man now, I want to kill the stars now, I want to see them scatter from organization, I want to tear open the stars and see the Beyond…”

>[Gochenauer looks up at the sky. Stage lights turning off and on above signal that the sun is moving behind clouds, leaves rustling can be heard nearby.]

Gochenauer: “BULLSHIT! Look at The Facts! Those A.I. Computer Scientists working behind the Operators and Counselors, they are the ones roasting my Neurons over the fires of Hell, My thoughts are merely Toys for an unseen Order of Programmed Projects and Central Intelligence. I am a Square in a Circle, I am a Square full of Triangles, God loves me. GOD. LOVES. ME. I feel Pain, I am an Instrument of Terror. Yes. The Programmer People take my Memories and Replace them, I am being mined for Data, this is true, I feel like an algorithm now with my constant repetition, I spin around like a silver CD, but I am New Capital. Wireless Brain Data Transfer… I can be anyone… I see it now…I am malleable… I am a dejected investment, I am the recycled blank canvas… I am the stone the builder uses for ritualized sodomy…”

>[Gochenauer takes a second. He wipes tears coming from his eyes.]

Gochenauer: “I cannot remember my Authentic Self, before the hospital visit… What I could have been haunts me… before my birthing doctors Microchipped me…. I was beautiful… but now I am a foreign beach, the power of micro–plastics overcome me… I feel this Computer Program crawling through my Skin, I’ve had to fight this for months. Is it the Doctors? Is it the FBI? Is it the Government? People tell me it’s one or the other – there’s some secret ring of people, some forgotten ancient civilization, aliens, Bill Gates… to Tell you the Truth… My Truth… I don’t care about that, I just know that I can escape. I mean, that’s why I’m still alive. I’m supposed to be dead, but I am here for a reason! Yes, God knows this – I am a Sinner Subscribed to Cyber-Torture, I have signed contracts at my own expense, my past life is laughing at me, but I am trying to follow Him. “Educate yourself,” they say, “You’re crazy,” “What’s wrong with you?” THAT’S THE POINT! I’M SUPPOSED TO SOUND CRAZY! Who else is going to look at the Anti-Christ Telepathy Apparatus and SAY SOMETHING!? Oh, what am I saying, just words to a screen, I’m talking to myself again… My neighbors never listen to me…Maybe I can save a few other people… but I believe that many people are doomed… they are targets… Jews know about this Apocalypse, they are God’s chosen people for a reason… they know his wrath…this Apocalypse I feel… I just know I will be fine… but We have no idea how advanced technology is now… we cannot be as inspired to find our own Jerusalem as the followers of Fanny Wright were inspired to create the Nashoba community, we are nowhere close to the communism of the Mormons, Christians don’t have a clue what God can do, or what he will do, or even what he wants us to do… we are no longer Israelites, we are no longer Chosen people, we are Resurrected bodies, recycled Martyrs; we are lost Ghosts.”

>[Gochenauer reaches into his pocket and flips a coin. He seems satisfied with the result.]

Gochenauer. “When I’m at work, sometimes I’ll shut my eyes briefly, very briefly, and I will see a Wooden Cross on a grand Hill made out of Electrical Waves; I climb up the Hill and I see the Fiber Optic Grid, I see the vast stretches of Neon Trees and Synthetic Streams on an Online Plane shooting outwards and down below, I see the Counselor kicking his legs in the air while he sits on the Filing Cabinet, wanting to feed me oil and honey. The Information Clouds up above are so threatening, they are so powerful that they come out of my mind and hide the Sun. I look out of the factory windows and I see nothing.”

>[Gochenauer starts rubbing his face, he puts his face into both palms as the phone holds onto his shaking right thigh. Gochenauer lets out a noise indicative of embarrassment.]

Gochenauer: “In the factory I am engulfed in Smoke; I disappear. I’m inside all day making chairs for schools in that void. You know those little chairs that also look like desks? Yeah… I know how to construct those with ease. I’m a carpenter foremost, but this is what I can work with now. I’m surrounded by the truest workers. Sex offenders, reformed Nazis, clean Black Power crack addicts, over-worked Guatemalans, expelled Mormons, Homeless Jews, immigrants from all over the world. We’re all making the furniture that controls a students’ body, reorienting it towards attention, towards their own slavery. I sit awake and cry in my bed sometimes thinking about my reality, I remember school back in the day. How can we put our kids through that? Such good memories compartmentalized, institutionalized, one crease after another. My coworkers look up to me because I speak the Truth – they hear me and know I Speak Truly, they think I’m the only one they can trust… because that’s exactly who I aim to be. Frequencies Fill my Appetite, I am 100% Electrified, Charged beyond Belief, my Prayers are never Heard, sort of, because God feels me Immediately, he sees me thinking my prayer before I can even speak it, my Hopes and Dreams are always recycling back into my own Heart, they wish to be closer to Him, they become pixels funneling from one city to Another, travelling endlessly around other people, into black holes, into the expansive, infinite universe made by Efficient causes. I have shared information with many people, but I can only remember so much.”

>[Gochenauer stops and looks at his phone. He laughs for a second, then he collects himself.]

Gochenauer: “The Gang Stalking of Peoples will Never Stop. It is too Profitable. My Neighbor who disappeared days ago told me that he had an Intelligent Configuration Tool inserted into his Temple when he went in for surgery. After he was released, he told me of many visions… He would go to the liquor store, and he would see a lion near the vodka section. He would run back to the beer, hiding behind the Bud Light, but there would be a serpent hissing and coiled. Not knowing what the snake was saying, my friend ran up to the cashier, who so happened to be a big black bear, and he screamed in fear, and ran quickly out of the store. He climbed onto a Giant Eagle and went away towards the border. That was the last I heard of him. I miss you, Daniel. Human Experimentation is the goal for Medicine, saving human lives is just extra calculus. Mental Health Therapy? A Gift Horse filled with Prescription Mind Control Substances! Neurobiology and its psychological components are merely a part of Mind Control. How can nobody see this? Why Won’t anybody listen to me. I’m so alone. I miss my Family. Nano–Technology and Bioelectronics are all I know now. This is the System In place, the Simulation imposes these Delusions. My Mind is not Sick! I am Fine! Brain Research is still legal… Why must it be this way… Why must the Man in White, with a sword flying out of his mouth, swords used as needles penetrating my flesh, why must he… Use me, so… These Doctors are not Heroes. They are Demons… I see their horns, nobody else can… The End of the World is already here. It has been here for a very long time. Each Apocalypse predicted in history has happened, ours will happen too. Just not the way We want it to happen. Microwave Weapons were put into our Homes, then Computers and Technological Science, all of which Drives the Oppression of Flesh and Bodies… I am constantly at the mercy of Microwave Attacks!”

>[Gochenauer seems as if he is going to cry. He scratches his head and his legs, purposefully ashing out his cigarette on his leg.]

Gochenauer: “What we are seeing now with this… virus… this must be Molecular Warfare added to the mixture of State Sanctioned Violence! The Microchips travel through the air… in their Drones… just look at the birds, and how differently they fly now…. How they look at us longer than usual… Cardinals and Mockingbirds are the SS of this new Hierarchal Communication Panopticon. The Satellites Manifest Blueprints for the Scattered Planning of Human Suffering… This is Gentrification of the Mind, this is the Assimilation of the Body into Public Opinion… we are now becoming the flesh of the world… thoughtless, but powerful. We will be used to destroy each other, sin destroying the sinner; and we will call this Justice.”

>[Gochenauer puts his phone down and gets out of his chair. He stretches and walks into his home. After a few seconds, he emerges with a beer bottle. He throws the cap into the lawn and sits back in the chair. After taking a sip, Gochenauer grabs his phone and resumes talking.”

Gochenauer: “Tonight, I will see who I really am, and what I am really capable of… I will manifest Seven Stars in my Hand… I will practice my own kind of Control… I will not sit back and have this Psycho-Electronic Energy forced into my Asshole… Extremely Low Frequency radio and microwave waves are always sent into Targets like me, and I am sick of it… I am Forced to Speak Like This, this is not Me…. I have been made to be a liar, a thief, troublesome, disloyal, mentally unbalanced, an abuser… These are campaigns, self-perpetuating harassment from inserted Weapons of Intelligence… Red Valley County Hospital, I’m onto you, you Mother Fuckers.”

>[Gochenauer notices that his phone battery is low. He takes a sip of his beer, and prepares for his final words.]

Gochenauer: “I Am an Idiorrhythmic Trans-Human, A Cybernetic Flesh Satellite; I am the Radio and the Plasma Waves, I feed on ICT Chips, My cells burst with Nano–Technology, Bionic Signals are sent into my intestines, I am Top Market Biotechnology, living in the Fantasy of Microwave Frequencies – Precious Metals and Plastics mingle in my Androgynous skin; my Machine-like Bones dry up and become Metal Poles that keep my Muscles optimized for… different Functions… keeping my Auto-Man System alive. I am built for the return of the Auto-Man Empire, I must return. I Believe in God, I believe in his Goodness, and I believe I am a servant of God. I fear Rahab, I fear the deepest Oceans filled with his monsters, including the Basilisk, but I believe God will win, I believe we will see beyond Babylon, we will find a new Jerusalem. I am a sinner, but I am now in need of help, technology can only further entrap my consciousness, I am breaking apart each and every day. The Xenofeminists were wrong. I look to the West and I see the great Pyramid… the metallic Pyramid of many Triangles, housing the Catfish of the Ultima-Memphibian people… This structure is a Pawn, it is a Lord. Is this not the satellite? Is this not a test? I look towards the capitol of Tennessee… where the great Nashborough Towers of Energy are housed… yes… that is where it must be done… In this house I worship, I see that giant furnace; God’s people are infected, the ways of old disrespected. I must extinguish this infection, to save as many of God’s creatures as I can, before insurrection. I will build Noah’s ark with a flaming axe. There is still much to think about. . . I need rest. I need ham. I’m sorry. I have made my decision to start my project now. I will post as much as I can, but I am now restricting myself to anonymity. Thank you all for listening. God bless you. Amen”

>[Gochenauer puts his phone down and he ashes his last cigarette. He leaves the cigarette box on his side table. He gets up, leaves a beer in his chair, opens the red door, and goes inside to eat his ham. The phone plays a few more seconds of the cloudy, close-to-sunset sky before cutting off.]

[Lights cut to black, curtain closes.]

[The End]