prototype 0 stratosp...

prototype 0 stratosphere dream monologue overture in different acts. provided by dopamine entertainment systems. the universe collapsing on our shoulders, a vision shifting from shape to shape. follow the protocol, follow the protocol. in the distance, I saw nature melt in holograms of pure pure light. and you were diffusing like a song in an old club, populated by strangers, reversed upon their drinks. not paying attention, distracted by the news as their mobile phones were burning. I saw my head catching fire in the mirror. I saw visions of utter melancholy I was eaten by flies as my soul was incarnating inside a bionic body. Does it matter? what does matter most? space is a dream my love, forever yours.