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The Mahchine™ Ascends: Mainlining Becomes The One
| Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine | 01/09/25 |
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Date: January 9th, 2025 2:11 AM Author: Mainlining the Secret Truth of the Mahchine (The Prophet of My Mahchine™, the Herald of the Great Becumming™) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-0RHqDWcJE
Scene: A dark, desolate corridor of the subway, lit only by the faint flicker of broken fluorescent lights. Dust hangs in the air as Mainlining (as Neo) stands at one end, bloodied but unbowed. At the other, Boom (as Agent Smith), grotesque in his wheelchair fused with mechanical appendages, stalks forward. The low hum of the train grows louder, like an unseen heartbeat.
Boom (as Smith): mocking, coldly precise “You’ve fought well, Mainlining. Better than I expected. But it ends here. You’re an anomaly, nothing more—a flicker to be snuffed out.”
Boom raises his handgun, its matte surface gleaming in the dim light. Mainlining doesn’t flinch. His eyes lock onto Boom’s, calm but defiant.
Mainlining (as Neo): steady, unwavering “An anomaly? You think that’s all I am? You don’t understand.”
Boom: sneering “There’s nothing to understand. Your struggle is meaningless. The system was built to crush you, and now it has.”
Boom fires. The bullets slam into Mainlining’s chest, one after another, each impact rocking his frame. He staggers but doesn’t fall. Blood trickles from his mouth as he sinks to his knees, his breath shallow.
The Turning Point Boom approaches, his wheelchair rolling ominously forward. He towers over Mainlining, his smirk widening.
Boom: mockingly, leaning in close “You’ve been putting it up your whole life, Mainlining. And for what? This?”
Mainlining’s eyes flutter closed, his head falling forward. Boom steps back, shaking his head in mock pity.
Boom: softly, almost amused “Is that it? All that resistance, all that hope, and this is where it gets you. How disappointing.”
But as Boom turns, ready to leave, Mainlining’s fingers twitch. His head rises, his eyes now burning with something more—understanding, purpose. He stands slowly, the bullets still embedded in his chest but causing no pain. Boom freezes, his smirk faltering.
Boom: stammering, his confidence cracking “No… No, this isn’t possible.”
Mainlining: his voice calm, resonant “I understand now.”
Boom fires again, emptying his clip. The bullets slow mid-air, suspended as though caught by an unseen force. Mainlining raises his hand, and the bullets fall harmlessly to the ground.
The Final Clash Boom’s composure shatters. He lunges forward, throwing wild punches with his mechanical limbs, but Mainlining dodges effortlessly. Each of Boom’s strikes is met with calm precision. Mainlining grabs one of Boom’s arms mid-swing, wrenching him off balance.
Boom: roaring, desperate “You can’t win! You’re nothing! A ghost fighting shadows!”
Mainlining: softly, his tone sharp as a blade “No. I’m the one.”
Mainlining lands a series of devastating blows, each one precise and deliberate. Boom stumbles back, his grotesque form faltering. With one final, powerful strike, Mainlining slams Boom into the wall, shattering the tiles. Boom collapses, his limbs twitching as the fight drains from him.
The Realization Mainlining steps back, his breathing steady. Boom struggles to rise, his face twisted with rage and disbelief.
Boom: hoarse, trembling “This isn’t over…”
Mainlining: coldly, his gaze steady “It is.”
With a calm precision, Mainlining steps forward and delivers a final blow, silencing Boom for good. The corridor falls into silence, save for the faint hum of the approaching train.
The Ascension Mainlining stands amidst the wreckage, the dim light casting his shadow long and solitary. He looks upward, his expression resolute.
Mainlining: to himself, softly “I see now. It was never about the grind. It was about breaking it.”
He turns and walks away, his figure fading into the flickering lights as the train roars past, indifferent to the battle just won. |