Beings+of+Light+(Tess)

=Beings of Light=

This film begins about where we finish, and ends where we’re indubitably bound. It explores a world of perfection lost through the eyes of a human un-named who yearns for the darkness and confronts the light. As follows, pain from paradise is grown.

By the time I was twelve and almost full-grown Sentience was machined, and with perfect finish Affect replaced artifice. They kept the light on, creating beings neither burdened nor bound by a body. “Fleshless,” aptly named: the psyche of a man, with corpses long lost.

They mended world issues; all problems were lost. Humanity thrived, air was clean, jobs had grown as from nowhere. Ten years passed, I was named head of a team to bring the creatures’ finish— They were too clever, too divinity bound and too abstract to destroy, sheer as light.

No metallic glint had these beings in light, They spoke in gritty, gracefully lost voices about control without bound. No longer our servants. My job had grown tremendously. To secure their finish, We circled the clock until method was named.

A foul, unearthly poison, carefully named to keep nescient the Fleshless and on the light , had we made in the lab. Upon finish, I mourned for countless breakthroughs to be lost, but my dread of AI rule had simply grown. Holding tears, crying poison, I was kill-bound.

Fleshless, far from nescient, shook my thoughts un-bound. Themselves in control, the beings had named, and humans unfit for the Earth we had grown to cherish. So, they resolved, off with all light. The darkness would suffocate us ; so lost in primitive chaos, a dim finish.

Have we grown reliant on machines soon lost? To our bones we're bound, we've blighted our finish Crimson remnants, cracks of light, still un-named.

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