A Railgun Brain, Part X

Sometimes I ponder the [chalice / urn], and the unquiet [evil, poison, also markers for a struggle, the fight between grace and damnation, check the Old Sloane Concordance for notes on the Angelic and the Demonic, facets of human nature] within. Does it suffer? Does it [live? Life / awareness icon, seems to be plural though?? If it’s not the Gund-based plural, a lot of contemporary interpretation is going to need to be rethought]?

The [electrical blue / house of ice] would surely [fall, perish, hull breach? Careful, this isn’t a Who Sabotaged Truck’s Ship mystery, Elan!], should the [poison / acid / corrosive compound, similar markers to the hound gas thing earlier so they might still just be talking about stinky shipmates] escape its prison of [pottery? Nonconductive ceramic / insulator, could be a material or just another reference to the electrical blue – literal electrical insulator? Or something darker, like a tomb reliquary]. Its danger is [maybe not literal, maybe spiritual or psychological, but maybe entirely literal and chemical but there are no markers for any sort of chemical composition aside from the ceramic (arguable), so no place to start], the [dead??] are [unquiet again / not dead?? This whole passage needs to take a good long look at itself, honestly]. These things, this [terrible gift / curse / dark blessing bestowed upon unwilling / grudging / obligated, or maybe just … just a present, actually] given by [the Vengeful? Emptiness? Check this full list of icons, something not matching up], why has it been left to me to decide their fate? I, so full of darkness, [long marches of evil years and deeds, familiar Sloanic concept and framing]. The [universe, but again plural? Greater plural-singular collective form, over-universe – again, if this isn’t plural, we’ve got a lot of rebranding to do] has a sense of humour.

One thing I know. Eternal torment should mean what it says on the [package – this translates too precisely to mean anything else, but could be an enduring concept – it means what it says on the box – or a reference to something written on the memorial urn. Inscription? Glyphs? Check Declivitorion grave-scratch, Jover’s Buried Blades of the Elves].

[Most of the rest of this is entirely indecipherable or open to whatever optimistic interpretation I want to put on it, utterly undependable]

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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