VOICE: A loudspeaker is hanging down from my ceiling. LIGHTNING seems to be striking out of it in a dramatic WWII PROPANGANDA poster style. It is screaming STATIC at me that a STEEL WIND blows through this moment in history. I see heavy brass STORM clouds scattering BULLETS into our own private spaces.
The TOTALITARIANS have won, I tell you.
A LIGHTNING attractor is pointing HEAVENWARDS, calling forth flashes. It heralds a new kind of WAR. A WAR fit for the FUTURE.
GUN barrels are entwined with PLASTIC wire drinking down radio waves through antennae.
GUN: … suspects QUESTIONING structure of COGNITIVE MAP. Apprehend with extreme prejud …
A CONFLICT of PLASTIC and METAL entwined, where fire dances its deadly TANGO with data. Harvesting sensitive INFORMATION to be sacrificed to the ancient AZTEC GODS in a show of POWER.The futurist poetic frenzied PROMISE of Manetti realised in blood, oil and ELECTRICITY. Deadly miasmic CLOUDS of NANOBOTS sucking whole countries dry. Insect-shaped DRONES eye-spying and scalpeling the RIGHT and WRONG people out of history.
CRY HAVOC and let the wild MOTORWOLVES loose upon the earth.
The FUTURE of WAR is sure looking rosy.