Originally posted by Smodden
Time won't always be here. You know that the Loud noises coming from the clock's inside will altogether cease some day. And the face of the clock will smash into a thousand pieces. And melt away into the uter darkness of eternity. No more than a timepiece to capture and express the numbers and digits of time itself, it will be useless of no importance to anyone other than the watchmaker, who is now un-employed. Looking for work the watchmaker arives at the terminal.
He says he has experience at mechanical engineering, a completed degree in social interaction and phsyical labor.
"No help wanted" says the attendant to the watchmaker.
"Surely you can give me a job as something? A Janitor, or or something?"
"no help wanted" the attendant replys again.
The watchmaker lives on, living off of washed up squid by the sea. He dosn't know how old he is, because he lost all time. It is gone, gone forever, the watchmaker dies and is taken to the island of his dreams...the ticking of his pacemaker came to a stop...like his life, and the sound of the second-hand slows to a pace of a snail....and he fades.
wow...that's deep smodd...and i mean that