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THE AQUEOUS TRANSMISSION. MIKE EYE
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isbn 9781499902440
Автор произведения MIKE EYE
Жанр Шпионские детективы
Издательство Ingram
She did this to become wiser.
Only Once did the inquisitive woman use this mighty device for another purpose — when she had desired to bond with the cosmic vibration of a targeted Jupiter-being’s tone of harmonic resonance. The intensity of the resulting euphoria she had received from this entreatment had astoundingly assaulted her senses, leaving her forever altered.
Mother Magdalena, or Lina, as her sisters called her, now continued to gaze out the crystal glass dash before her with Tears in her Eyes, flustered as all Hell. Glaring through it in a trance, her face remained blistering as she attempted whole-heartedly to grasp her innermost cowardice and come to terms with it. She shivered as she reluctantly guided the craft toward an even lower elevation.
The ship kept increasing its descent at an accelerated rate and the cabin was starting to get bumpy. Out the window, the woman observed the patterns of dark grey muddling about, and she could only stare like a stone, transfixed at the dark, fluffy formations as they floated faster upward and over the ship.
Lina was extremely nervous. She glanced over at her PRAP-QC.
The dense clouds of smoke the ship had now completely become immersed within turned jet black as the ship continued to descend bit by bit, engulfing the vessel in a hazy death-grip of Wickedness somehow darker than the night sky surrounding it.
Trying to remain calm, focusing her force inward, the woman subconsciously sensed a dark reflection of the heavy smoke in the deep black swirls emanating from her Heart.
Dry dust, not warmth or light, emanated from within it.
Magdalena ignored this sentiment complacently.
She looked down at her chest and could feel her cold heart pulsing profusely. And she placed her hand upon her scornful love muscle, feeling its off-tempo icy pumps; strangely feeling confused, feeling afraid.
Shuddering free from the frightful grip that had fastened her into a stoned stupor, Lina momentarily halted her descent as she now sought to delve even deeper into the center of the congealed cinders that wafted through the center of her unusually heavy Heart. She took in a deep, stable breath, reached for the mighty PRAP-Q.C. headset inside the box on the control panel, put it on, and aligned it with the Earth’s Moon, which was a considerable distance from where she now sat at the cockpit of her space-pod. But no matter.
Focusing the synchronoscope toward the brightly lit Luna, Lina calibrated a precise projection that brought forth a shimmering holographic rendering into and around the psychoscope headset she was wearing. And it resounded avidly in her dark heart with poignant precision.
Lina