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Prelude

We all have a monster inside. Some just never dare to reveal it
Witness one such heir to the realest: His breakfast was Red bull & American Spirits
Mental vast like Sci-Fi Scapes; Dune seas and perilous frigates
He’s Muad’Dib. herding tribes entire to peace, with merited vision…
Who’s got that, Earthside? It’s fair to say the mantle is missing
Weapons legion. An insouciant smile echoes his 9mm barrel’s derision
So whenever it sparked comets in a regal display -
there were no qualms of violence. He breathed easy knowing people were saved…
Ungovernable, unrepentant - add unspeakable rage
His victims were simply moral ogres half eagled in place…
But all of that was fantasy. A mental getaway, the niftiest ruse;
Until that fateful winter day of two thousand fifty and two…
Network latticework. Servers like honeycombs, courtesy of winnie the pooh
Provided breakthroughs in new technologies surveilled by one Militant group
The singularity, geopolitik. Greed in all its flavors of sin
Just one man could tilt the needle in their favor to win…
Their tech was murderous. The World’s gone & somebody’s invested to burn the shit
Soon to be pulled by the puppet strings: Enter RSOCOM general, Alexei Sergachev.
The general just needed a Jason Bourne to settle his burdens with
Send humanity into dust, then ascend to the firmament…

The Setup

Moscow headquartered the Motherland’s Special Operations Command
They’d save humanity through the gentle grace of their hand…
General Sergachev lived his philosophy and only ate in pesky amounts
He’d studied Nietzsche, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Proust
Though cogent he was a borderline, seething in rage
He injected designer drugs he made to keep his weakness at bay.
A monster of a man, determined to steer any evil away
For his people he prayed, enlightenment a seed of this mage
As he wheedled a hedge maze of bureaucracy via threats & penal exchange
every nuance of infidelity to the motherland gave him reason to rage
Reason to raze his even his own countrymen and their disobedient ways
They needed ascension. He’d cure them in a season of change…
Once he reached the top of the ladder he was bloody and bruised
Came from nothing to get there so he had nothing to lose
His parents were left to rot in gulags and died of morbid disease
When evil was resurrected by the Singularity of twenty forty and three
Socialism redux, 21st century factions frozen & fractured
Searched frantically for solutions without knowing the answer…
Then one day it hit him, the answer he became engrossed in
A super soldier to push that red button & kill all these Sapien Roaches
It was a plan that had to be engineered to bury his madness
Its schematics were hidden under floorboards of his various mansions
The evil genius commanded respect & had access to funnels of money
His baritone was Barry White. His Intelligence Quota: two-hundred&twenty
6th Degree initiate, Darth Vader type, just move to the side
Reality warped in his presence; he ordered you to do it or die
only needed 3 hours of sleep, 500 push ups, one burn of a dab
Plus injections he concocted himself in his Personal Lab
Whenever he needed a break he’d box Kangaroo bucks in Austrailia
Slab of granite. 5’9 210, doing one armed chinups til failure
It took a genius like him to correct this meaningless ruse
Luckily he was there to help ensure that our species was doomed
The cavalier captain strode into command, next to a statue bust of his size
He smiled wide, knowing he’d manipulate them & the trust in their eyes
“Men of Russia, we’re entering territory that’s unknown completely
We’re on our way to becoming an interdependent Solar Species
With brothers and sisters soon moving to Mars, Pluto and Titan
We’re due to be titans, so our grip on this solar system’s got to brutally tighten
Recall aboriginal tribes & their numinous Bison -
Sacrificed to feed their men and illumine horizons.
The Motherland’s mood has been wizened, so we’re due to be rising
Through the stars to Type 2 status, with nebulae, and moons their environs
In order to get there we’ll need to build. We’ll need to layer…we’ll need to solder
And use our tech to complete a whole new breed of soldier
We’ll be beacons, beholders who slowly defeat the disorder
We’ll can embody Mother Russia’s spirit, until we completely absorb her
and handle any task given without technology’s corruption of steel
a weapon of biotech, and indestructible will
Who functions to kill, and lead our future Optimum Gothams
who knows how to influence others and solve unsolvable problems
with our power: scientists, lawmen, researchers - doctors and constables
building this miracle man has got to be possible...”
He finished, eyes glaring, panting, enthralled
Moving his men’s minds at rapid speed like ants in a squall
Yet damning them all - It’d be a tough task, but they’d do it at once
Thought they were building a savior; when they were really building Lucifer’s son
The dubious front went off without a hitch, Sergachev ordered them well
until news broke globally: RUSSIAN SUPERSOLDIER UNVEILED
The whole world applauded and avidly eyed
the spectacle, as it re-ignited national pride
Re-ignited our curiosity, our ability to fathom the mind…
& how the best of us can summon up the madness inside
seeing this spectacle the General chuckled, holding his breath
Lips curling as he planned what to show to them next
soaking in glory, he knew that he’d stop & take a moment, reflect.
Then finish these mangy curs in a flourish of pavlovian jest.

The Miracle Man

My name is Anton, I conduct myself with dignity and fervent respect
created to do RSOCOM’s bidding - basically I’m Sergachev’s pet
It’s kind of funny how they view me as a dog of their bidding
like their solipsism and hatred is something I’m digging
But I’m straight - they hooked me up with a team and a mansion
nestled deep in Russian forests like some leaderless bastion
None of my crew buys into this goon’s meaningless faction
Since we’re the head of this serpent we’re planning a coup
Meanwhile we play poker, drink vodka, & keep that man in a loop
Russian beauties via jetplanes were made to arrive
Honestly it’s kind of dope, I can’t hate on the vibe…
but his plan’s obvious to a mega genius Major like me
Hope he won’t take it the wrong, I mean…he created this freak
& baited these teeth, he must think my neurology’s off
he filled me with the best of philosophy, psychology, math…
and loaded me with everything I’d need to polish them off
He taught me combat & influence on unprecedented levels
froze aging genes: our youthful DNA has senescence in treble
Thinks we’re reckless as rebels but really we’re better than that
we’ll crush him like Machiavellians: diplomacy and then beretta attacks
Haven’t planned a move yet, so please pardon the drought
but I was taught better, raised Orphan at the Marjorie House.
It doesn’t take a genius to look down on his vacuous strife
and instinctively know that he doesn’t see the value in life.
Haha…how in the fuck did this cuck think his might could last long?
Like some “knight or Zion”, like I could ever be this pyschopath’s pawn…
but fuck it, it’s past dawn and the rubicon’s crossed
So we’ve just taken advantage of his resources nonstop
The only reason I haven’t sought out vindication at once
Is that I die during every simulation we run
Doesn’t matter if it’s a bomb, bullet, or if I kill the boss with a knife
he’s well protected, so every single time the cost is my life
His first mission: crush a rebel insurgency aiming for the general’s throat
Get on a boat; then sneak blast it so the wreckage won’t float
They’re minor figures, filled with schadenfreude, though they’re morally lofty
Just whores of the Ops. I don’t give a fuck whether we score ‘em or not
It’s good for cover though, Sergachev’s playin fiddle and I’m singing the song
That dark op’s a great way to keep him stringing along…
Kill ‘em with bombs then hit HIM. Til then God is my vest
I’ll let him stay thinking I’m the main dog in his sect
In my downtime when I’m not drowning in pussy, vodka and lines
I build technologies that will fundamentally alter our models of time
A legacy bequeathed is better than any product of crime
The effects will creep up into the future, as ivy crawls up a vine…
and help up settle colonies on Titan…even safely to andromeda too
Death via wormhole travel is something that my model precludes…
so for now I’m simply building up my unit’s tanks with some poise
and enjoying General Segachev’s gifts…bitch, thanks for the toys.
It’s the least they owe me after all the “thrill” of their lessons
buttered me up before they filled me with like a million injections
Almost killed me in seconds but I’m a Siberian in Warrior mode
built solid in adolescence like a quarry of stone
Parents gone, friends strong; memories nearly baked & reset
you thought simply raising my IQ would make me forget?
but that extra juice plugs me into God and makes me demand
how any single soul could “EVER” referee the nature of man
It shakes me to stand against this creature of malicious intent
but I’m more vicious than him, the method of his death depends on my ken
Should I strangle him barehanded and look deep in his eyes?
Keep wringing him til a dozen knives cleave me inside?
Or maybe snipe him from a ridge at a distance of kilometers -
the simulation shows: his goons blow me up with my magnetometers
Thus setting us back millennia in travel through hyperspace
In some scenarios the ending is an ode to my disgrace
His reign ends but his goons get my tech - a road to dire straits
So my escape from his stench is simply just to swerve his plot
I’m only 17, I think that I at least deserve my props
As a freak pioneer, martyr, provocateur and misfit
Randomly enhanced who used it to soar up & lift men

Homo Stella

I’m ridding Earth of its scourge tonight, but Anton could rebel
With or without him, shit…either way I’ll bomb them as well
Humanity’s worthless, these grunts can’t even listen right
Spent a billion on this kid & gave him the gift of sight
& he can’t even obey me? It’s time to take the gloves off
Subtly plot with tanks, planes, soldiers and bust shots
Take his compound down, I’ll bet it’s cleverly fortified
Either way I’ll take this rapier & personally sever his core tonight…
He doesn’t know about my plan B, so fuck him to hell
I’ll push that motherfucking red button myself
I’ve got an Anton 2.0 in prototype mode, but he’s more than enough
In fact compared to the first model this guy’s potent as fuck
Former Special Ops, he’s stronger and smarter and cleverer too
So when I watch him kill Anton, that little shrimp better salute…

….


It’s just like I thought, he’s trying to upgrade my cerebral software in a man
Who’s me times 10, but Sergachev doesn’t see the tear in his plans
You see he didn’t calculate the instability this upgrade caused
So I easily hacked into that man’s emotional apps and set his trust way off
Just like it should be. He’ll be part one of these beautiful fireworks
A harbinger of space travel as we move to other earths…
They’re here, guns blazing hoping to murder with certainty-
My plan’s in progress perfectly…what’s a few bodies vs eternity?
My remote explodes my “better version” in a flash - the blast was massively strong
in a flash, they’re dazed & confused, with half of them gone
My team holds steadfast in true form to Russian virtue and pride
Taking shots, but killing more, barrels burning with spite
Only 3 of them left, including Sergachev, crazed and frothing
We led ‘em down to the basement through a maze at the bottom
His two captains were ferocious, two of the best on the earth
we’ll give them honorable deaths for testing their worth -
sniper beam, one shot bores straight through two neanderthals crainums
The modded bullets burn through the underground Hall’s titanium
Enraged by failure, Sergachev pulls out a red button, deranged
“I’m right here, fuckers, there’s no new world but I’m buckling this place”
I sped to him with the blinding speed that he funded me with -
Smiled, stabbed his neck then whispered: “I’ve had fun with you, kid”
He died in rage but not before he called an army above me
I’d never make it out but this smell of iron is lovely
Bathing in my enemies blood, this bunker’ll hold for another 45 minutes or so
So I drained Sergachev & his goons’ blood and dipped in for a soak
One psychopath bred by another, the only difference was hope
That my name would last in legend, never growing brittle & old
My tech transferred successfully, not for others but for foolishness, pride
I’ll live as a God in their minds
every time they flew to the sky.

3144 - Kindergarten

Alright class, let’s pay homage to the year twenty fifty and two
The Year of Anton (Our Father) the Great’s Niftiest Ruse
We wouldn’t be here in Andromeda, on planet at Court-Blaoun…
If we didn’t escape our original system behind the Oort Cloud
Over in the Milky Way. We were animals, “Homo Sapiens” then
Now we’re Homo Stella, a homage to our amazing intent
It was all due to Anton our God, the kindest and most gentle of men
Who sacrificed his life out of deep love - so we repent again and again
Out of his magnanimity, he created this beautiful vision
And transferred his consciousness into our galactic computer system
So he can take form in any avatar of his choosing
And decided to grace us here at Blaoun today for our amusement!
Welcome Anton!
*Skinny Blond droid in the corner releases from invisibility*
Grinning with unknowable intent, Anton descends from the cloud. wispy, irreverent

“Hey, kids!”

“Hi, God!!!”

“It’s time for your history lesson.”