Astanael

Tag: Blame!

  • Playing with my buddies – Hi! – Hi there!– Do you want to be my friend?– Oh boy oh boy, I do!– Me too! Let’s play all together!– Yaaaay ! *** – Salut !– Salut toi !– Dis, tu veux être mon ami ?– Oh oui, Oh oui !– Moi aussi ! Jouons tous ensembles…

  • Access Denied Come on, open up, damn blasted door!What!? “Contact the Administrator”?But I AM the Administrator!…Why did I eat the last tech support? *** Quoi ? Comment ça “Accès refusé” ? “Contactez votre administrateur” ?Mais c’est moi l’seul administrateur !Je le sais, j’ai mangé le dernier. Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet…

  • Remains Look, brother, what’s this strange pile of bones? Just remains from a forgotten ageIt was there when our ancestors came.Was it a god? Was it art?                                  Who knows… *** Regarde frêrot ! Qu’est-ce donc que ceci ?Des restes…

  • In control I am now immortal, in controlEach machine is mine, every droneI command the city very walls But why do I feel now so alone? *** Je suis immortel, je controle toutMême les murs et le sol m’obéissent, Je commande aux légions de machinesPourquoi me sens-je si seul tout à coup ? Pencil doodle…

  • We cannot coexist My need for growth implies your demiseWe cannot coexist you and II need to expand, I need to riseTo do that, I will need you to die. *** Ma croissance implique votre déclinNous ne pouvons pas coexisterEt pour pouvoir assouvir mes fins Il me faudra vous exterminer Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook…

  • Further down the path The human form is so limitedI ditched it to rebuild myselfI need resources to go furtherI need to hunt for parts farther *** La forme humaine est si limitéeJe l’ai délaissée pour me refaireJ’ai besoin de ressources pour ce faireBesoin de plus de pièces à traquer Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook…

  • Exosuit You gained great power, but at what price?Your body’s now close to immortalYou’re maybe a living arsenalBut tell me, do your mind will survive? *** Certes, tu as gagné en puissance, mais à quel prix ?Ton corps est désormais éternel, immortel,De l’armement à l’infini ton corps recèle,Mais dis-moi, en quoi y a gagné ton…

  • Dream visitor Last night I had a dream. Not a pleasant one.We were walking along the corridors of a cyclopean city, made from steel and white concrete. The impossible architecture of the place were almost organic, living. We were searching for corpses. In order to bypass the security systems, we had to wear at all…