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Ascension - Karim Hussain (2002) Translation: Mac Guffin ▫ ▫

One day, the unimaginable appeared,

and drowned the world with surrealism and magic.

The eyes were overwhelmed by visions beyond our dreams.

The Creator of everything we knew,

including our bodies and our souls,

was asassinato.

Somehow, in a secluded and away,

something was powerful enough to fight and overthrow our God.

This oddity caused the escape energy of our Creator, when he was killed,

and fell on every mortal creature remained in life,

turning ordinary people into prophets and gods.

Everyone was suddenly able to do miracles,

that he liked it or not.

The pure humanity of the thoughts and desires of survivors

however, could not be changed.

Faith and terror rose up to insurmountable levels,

and most of them were transformed in jealousy and rage in a few moments.

There was a whole world of miracles among the few remaining,

they were now really in the image of their Creator.

Somehow things had to be stopped.

There was only one chance

to kill this scourge of mankind wisdom.

What was the cause first?

Wait.

This is nothing.

Just give me a second. I can do it. I endured worse.

No one has faced worse things, not even the one who invented the pain.

One second.

- How do you feel ? - As if my heart rend at every step.

Imagine how it is when two hearts are torn with every step.

We're in now. Accustomed, honey.

Here, dreams remain only in our heads.

No more miracles from now on. Only dumb, fragile clay ..

Here close the gate.

Maybe I should go up before me then.

- Given that your bodies are both ... old.

We did things you could not even dream of doing.

We've all done things They never dreamed could be done.

That does not mpressiona. Here we are equal.

- Death to the magic, right? - There is nothing to take lightly.

Kill the magic - of course. But it still remains a lot out there.

You can wait to die or you can resurrect the dead.

I am far from being biased.

- What must be done, it must be done. - I'm not saying the opposite.

Of course not. Then do not talk, act.

We all know, because we are here.

What?

A man.

Avoid it.

We have everything we need, with us.

We do not need to take what that was worn by the failure.

He must know what he is talking about, He is a former woman of God.

A great expert in bankruptcy. Ask the great body of the sky.

Sorry?

Anything.

Sudden loss of faith.

We would not have had to stop?

Silence please.

This means that now we are dying, like him over there?

Maybe you are, but I do not.

How do you feel?

Like I'm made of twigs.

We just started.

When I look up, my eyes hurt for what is above us.

I can not see it, but I can feel it ...

...at the top.

It 'so he wants us to feel.

He wants us to tear their eyes for fear how it can appear.

What is blind, it can not hurt.

- Do you have trouble breathing? - The breath ... okay ...

It 'a shame to men faced similar difficulties, not just to breathe.

The curse of the gods ..

And here we are.

To you care about those out there?

To you not?

If '' stove '' is synonymous with '' import '', then I guess so.

Maybe too much, probably too little.

Enough to want to end the monstrosity 'we are experiencing.

- And you? - Silence!

Save your energy.

Everything he believed was confused and distorted into a grin,

of what she hoped was the reality.

That's what happens when you live on words.

Suddenly you discover that it is actually true ...

... Only to see it torn to shreds ...

rewritten.

The tyranny of the single God and 'an end to the horrors of equality.

Chaos blessed and strengthened. This is what we have become.

- It should not be so. But it is not. - Miracles looted every day.

Nothing like an animal that is freed.

Nothing like an animal, which is equal to its creator.

You have done things you regret out there?

I regret not having done it before, here.

But that show is out there.

Not for long. Not for long.

Are you OK?

Not good nothing here.

It is OK. That's the plan.

You think you're better than everyone else?

Well ...

Just because I felt what it feels like to create.

A parasite. You have been infected the parasite that you want.

This is a living creature inside me. It is not some stupid book or tool stage.

Get up, do not do comedy.

Okay.

Maybe you're right. And 'a parasite.

I want my legacy is a load meat bloody ..

And we will accomplish our destiny.

- Can you stand? - Yes sure.

And you?

Barely.

Ok, I'm doing to take the craving for attention,

such as obscene and bloody parody of a woman are.

The show is over.

We must cross here. Soon nothing will be 'what it seems.

- How do you know that we have to cross them? - I just know.

- As? - I dreamed.

I dreamed I That's why I'm here.

- This was not my dream. - But it was mine.

What do you think?

I think

and 'hard to remember.

Well, I guess that makes me special.

The visions of the deities confused and unstable,

save the world.

This sensazionedi pure and absolute fragility,

It is somehow reassuring, to tell the truth.

There is nothing more comforting a healthy dose of limitations.

It was becoming strangely banal be to satisfy my every desire.

I think the same thing happen to the Creator regularly.

He must be happy to be dead. No more disappointments.

How pretty. Be our little mascot for the apocalypse.

The wings are made of blades, when you fly without thinking.

Even when we speak without thinking.

Have you memorized? 'Cause most part of what you say seems to memory.

Like a Prayer. Things stored desperately paper.

You muttering in a converted. For your information.

I'm here to kill anything to which I believed.

However, because you have become a woman of faith?

I guess I'd call un'ateista in the past ...

This does not mean I do not believe in myself, right?

Cynicism is a great and weak defense mechanism.

I need all I have left.

I felt full of glory, now I feel only "terminal".

Listen, be prepared for the worst as we go. You must stay focused both.

And you?

I have no need for me to be told what to do.

Impressive.

In your dream, did you see the details ...

... On what's at the top? - I soganto only myself.

Some things in life are predictable.

This is a woman.

We can not all be the pillars of strength. Certainly stronger, but ...

These bodies, these people ...

Do you think that they too have dreamed of coming here?

I would say yes.

- Maybe he's calling.

- It challenges us to kill him.

- So that the world will become strong enough to commit suicide.

Maybe he wants to end it alone.

He just needs some good woman that shows the way.

It seems we're begging to kill him.

I do not know why.

Perhaps he realized that this perverse existence that has caused,

It is too horrible. You crave our success.

Or at least hopes of winning play someone else.

- Allowing others to come and groped what the Creator has also failed.

Who knows.

Exercises for a bored joker in global genocide.

I think whatever's up there, both female.

Why?

It 's just a feeling.

Walking over the body. Let's move.

Funny, if the elevator was still working everything would have been less problematic.

Technology was one of the few things on which We could count before all this madness.

The magic he killed her.

Wait a moment.

- You trusted technology? - One of the few things born man who was not a lie.

But ... you were religious.

So?

The machines are not against the principles of humility to whom should you be loyal?

Wake up. The machines are fantastic.

They are now obsolete because of miracles. Sad.

I hate machines.

I prefer to trust what they know feel,

or at least feel contempt.

Obviously you never knew the technology was more sincere than all of us.

Soddisfava its purpose honestly, without intrigue or ulterior motives.

This is perhaps more in keeping with my principles

the fact that each of us has ever been born.

The technology has not been able to save us from what happened the 'out.

There can save here, it is useless.

- I hate electricity. - Life is based on the fundamentals of electricity.

- A spark. - Failure of power.

It 'nice to see that remained the silence here in this nightmare.

After what I've seen I do not wish nothing beyond death.

That's the spirit!

We never knew much about the reason you're here.

Things that happened to you?

And 'staff.

Sweetheart...

The world is an eternal bloodbath.

Nothing is personal. If we were out there I could read your mind.

But we are not out there. Let dignity to keep my thoughts to myself.

No, sweetheart. We are here to end the world together.

It 'a big news. I know a little that kind of boring over us,

but nothing of a young and cute little creature like you.

What about that extra weight you put on?

He would have had so much life ahead of you if all this had not happened.

You are sad?

You no longer have any chance of meeting none of the aspirations that you have had.

No home, no family ...

No husband, no mausoleum suburban ...

no little dog who loves you and occasionally fucks your leg.

Poor girl. What made you get up and rebel against such a bitter sweet gift?

You're pregnant.

It seems that we will not get to the top so quickly.

Speak with me. It helps me to think to something other than pain.

- The more you talk, the more you become weak ... - And I become more mad ...

... Because every movement It seems to me to be torn from the flesh.

Let's take a little break.

- If we stop, we will enter into us. - How do you know?

- We're doing it all for the first time. - I just know.

Right, your dream. It seems that all we We received several calls from our dreams.

So the good instinct tells me to rest now.

You...

Are you losing your teeth?

- I ... I ... I feel ...

- Old. - You are old.

Maybe we should rest.

No. He's going inside us.

What are the symptoms of rheumatism?

Inflamed joints, pain.

I think of them.

Now, you and your old back, you will have something to talk about.

Your hair is white.

Then most we will go up, more will become wise.

How about a break?

All right.

Can you imagine how I felt?

Well, of course ...

A while ago, I was a simple person, consistent and rational,

Consistent as a girl of that age can be, I guess ...

The priorities were to say the least different time.

And then, whatever I wanted, he became real even before I finished imagine.

How can anyone deny that terror?

My father could not. She could not deny terror,

or what that terror made him feel good.

"The fury of injustice and the triviality of death" as he liked to say.

He began to kill. Many people.

Thousands, in fact.

But obviously, as you can kill a deity

with the simple and brutal methods that he used?

His victims just wanted a way to come back to life,

this gave my father the opportunity to kill them again, furiously.

They're back, and they have killed.

My father came back accordingly, again and killed his victims.

The madness continued until It became their daily routine.

Kill each other and be resurrected.

A bit like a sport,

or a hobby.

They could not concentrate on anything else that was not the chill of death.

They loved die.

They have become addicted,

and my father was a champion in the brutal game of resurrection.

He tried to draw me into their perversions.

He killed her a few times, He is trying to convince me of what was divertimente.

In a playful way of course ...

... But it's no wonder I have found a certain lack of joy

in that vicious circle of violence.

My father was everything I had, I think.

We must save them from themselves. Kill the world.

That's all?

For me it is enough.

Then you were protected, from what actually is going badly things.

What story did you tender baked. Tender.

What makes you so arrogant?

You will never know.

How can you be so arrogant?

I understand now.

I do not know.

I think I'm here because of love.

Maybe that's why we're all here.

Not so, my fellow fossilized?

Speak for yourself ...

... Love is a bitch.

Kills.

It would be inappropriate to say '' I love you '', then?

Follow me.

It 'a family.

Families who fail together They are joined together forever.

Children.

Scary.

How can a girl so young reach this height?

It 'nice that we have at least tried, but probably they cared about each other.

Worrying means weakness.

That kind of love and 'fragile.

This means that we will resist any longer? It does not worry us too much here.

I can think more clearly now.

What a sight that must have been horrible when they finally died.

There must have been a lot of screaming.

Children love to scream.

Did you hear the screams from under?

Let's just say I'm trying to understand.

If I could live and breathe easy,

I also have a sense of humor.

Excuse me.

Sweet and innocent children.

Sweet lies.

Children are dangerous, devious and sadistic.

Much of their adult counterparts.

Nothing is more frightening a child becomes a God. Nothing.

You can not blame them.

They know not what they do.

I tried to instruct them. I tried really.

I know.

I was a teacher.

But after the revelation ...

... They have only attacked relentlessly.

They believed they could break the rules, then.

Typical children.

... I hated them so much.

I killed some of them.

They are, of course, have returned. No wonder.

Then they attacked. They were stabbed repeatedly.

I rivolevo my life, but I wanted to teach to those little bastards a lesson in humility.

So I went around the whole bloody in front of those larvae terrified for several days,

showing him what it was a little pain.

But they never learned.

They just laughed and created small miracles harmless to taunt me.

And created the birds flew out of the mud.

Anything.

Nothing good and 'it never came out of their humiliation.

Children should not be Gods.

Even the Creator should be a God.

The only thing that comes close to real power,

is anything to kill all life, up there 'at the top.

And heck, if he has a sense of irony.

Whatever may give such freedom children, must have a great sense of humor.

I have to find out what it really

to have one of those young things inside me.

Find out if they are really evil,

or just innocently cruel.

I hoped this conception

to have a baby in the simplest way, dirty and painful

with which life was created.

I might even learn something about sacrifice.

I was curious to see if I could not hate.

If I could love a child ...

... Maybe then I would understand it too.

- The madness made me brave. - The madness has made you mad.

- Soon I'll have to carry the suitcase for you. - Never.

I do not know.

I do not know if I am becoming convinced not to hate, with this thing inside of me.

But for some reason ... I still want the baby.

I can not convince to do so simply disappear.

I'm sorry for him.

You can not wish you anything here, except oblivion, however.

If you want to get rid of the parasite

Take the scenic route down the stairs ...

Wretched idiot, elephant cancerous.

Hey!

I have it.

Look at you.

Give it back.

Do you feel emotional?

Thank you.

You are my companion, not vice versa.

I do the work and you help.

Can you see through all that blood?

It takes more to make me blind.

Then welcome to the "something else".

You're quite nice.

And I, then?

Translation: Mac Guffin ▫ ▫

Wake up. We're going up.

I think we did half of the road.

It must be so.

The building did not seem so high outside.

We have to stay focused.

Why? Do you see anything?

No, we just have to concentrate.

It 's so dangerous now.

- It hurts. - Yes, it's true.

- How's the baby? - I feel nothing.

At this time '' pregnant '', means only be '' fat ''.

I feel as if I had swallowed a stone.

How about punishing all those small nasty sucking nipples?

You did not understand anything. That's not the point. I'm trying to be a better person.

Why? For five minutes of illusion before it all ends?

We are all creatures so unhappy.

That company must have been unpleasant.

I think we're probably more civilized here than out there.

Continue to feel pain ... He is mortifying.

Caution.

Do you still feel mortified?

I feel alive.

And the best years of your life They are still to come.

Did you have orgasms?

Thing?

First of all this ... you're so young. Did you have orgasms?

Yes.

Lucky you.

I learned about my body only later, when I could wish for anything.

It 'nice that you're able to experience pleasure. Did you like it?

It 'was ok.

Ok? Alone?

- Maybe I could teach you something. - Sorry to spoil this tender moment ...

... But stay well to look at me do all the work. You will know that I have reached the top ...

-... Because you'll be dead. - Marked my words ...

You will see me go up there and see me succeed.

I'll see his last breath. Need help for the next step?

- Would you take my hand? - If you probably grab the tear.

Come on, honey. It 's no use crying over a broken finger.

We have billions of lives to break.

It's snowing.

Are you crying.

I am happy.

Why?

Did you love your father?

Please...

Stop praying! What the hell.

I'm not praying.

Tell us about that special love that only fathers and daughters may have.

Do not try to hurt me. And 'boring.

No no. No such thing.

I just want to hear you speak of love, You said that is why they are here.

- I do not want to talk about it. - Why?

- Anymore. - What a pity.

And 'our weapon.

Love is more dangerous than any knife, or any miracle.

The mongoose is right next door. It makes you so vulnerable ...

... You are open to all. In any attack.

- Love does not kill? - Hypocrite. You never loved.

That's right, so I'm still alive. I did not need to ask if you've ever loved.

- I loved the Creator. - Wrong answer.

Think about it.

So many people apparently have He loved or hated the Creator,

but we will not know if he has ever loved.

Whatever's up there, he did not. He killed what he could not be killed.

Maybe he did not by force or by force.

Others have tried so hard, and have failed.

Maybe it showed them how being in love for the first time.

And this made the creator an open wound ready to be torn to pieces.

Love love love...

boom.

We always like what is bad for us.

Your father was bad for you?

Please. I have to concentrate just to stay alive.

Stop it.

Thank you for having responded to my question.

Can you move?

- Maybe. - Give me the bag.

It 's time to call it quits.

- But you're missing the fingers. -The Bring with teeth.

- I'll show you. - Excuse me.

It seems quiet.

I do not see a video camera.

How could someone get to this point?

Is there something wrong. The film is not as' blue.

Never.

How do you know it?

Technology. The film does not turn blue.

And 'in her. The film is about her.

Perhaps we too are in the movie.

Stop.

Why? Do you give up?

Stop.

What's up?

There is someone on the stairs.

I do not see anything.

There is someone on the stairs.

No.

Now you see.

You are right. You are right.

- There is nobody . - It's moving upwards.

I '... I see it ..

How did you go? We would have to see it!

- Maybe when we slept, during snowfall? - There is nobody...

There's someone else on the stairs and is seeking to steal our genocide.

- I see it. - It will overcome.

- Stop it! - Do not let him!

There's no one up there.

You do not steal my genocide!

There's no one up there.

I love you sweetheart.

There is no other on the stairs. Nobody else.

I guess we were just us then.

It was not always like this?

Too bad she will not be here.

Although it is a kind of luck.

I admire his failure.

E 'reassuring to see the failures.

Do not look at me then.

Not so fast. Wait your friend.

Careful. Do not break it.

I never wanted to share the recognition of putting an end to the world with anyone else, you know.

Do not fantasize, if you try to kill me I drop my suitcase.

They're good in the outlets.

You're back.

Stopped.

- Are you kidding? - No.

Trust me. You'll find this very amusing.

It can not be born anything up here.

Now I know what it means be a complete woman.

And 'quite perverse. It feels good.

You could create a corpse in the old way. You know that stuff.

- Get rid of your toy. - You are jealous?

And 'disgusting.

I feel stronger. Nothing can stand in my way. Not now.

Only three floors then.

I think I've finally found out what love is.

Combinerai a casino.

Speak for yourself, false prophet and arid desert.

This child is the answer my question desperate.

Children are more 'resistant to us.

More honest. You can not love them.

The instant in which hooks the symbol of something innocent, it is the time when you fail.

If you love, you fail. I can not leave get to the top, if you like.

Poor woman.

You know only do harm. I can create and destroy.

You do know one thing:

Being a bachelor, dry river bank.

Your ideals are rebelling against you.

No matter what happens,

I created another living creature with my soul.

Bitch mother. Crazy ovarian holocaust.

We have to make him see things with his own eyes. Do fall in love with himself.

Then it will be fairly weak to share his death worldwide.

If you are not strong enough, if you accettao love,

you can be wounded by your own weapon.

A mother can do everything alone.

No.

I want you to see me go.

Stupid woman.

Okay, you win. Who cares?

All die.

At least now you have proven to be stubborn enough to accomplish the job.

Now I can leave confident that soon everyone will join me.

You can die looking to do something,

you and your fellow men are not He was able to accomplish.

As you want. Just do not take the road of bankruptcy.

Do not fall in love.

And you will not die until they see me go.

Hey!

Joke.

Next, go.

Are you proud of your mother?

Translation: Mac Guffin ▫ ▫