“I stumble through life without purpose or meaning. Those around me fill me with trash. They look down upon me as if I was nothing. But in a distant corner of the city I am sent to investigate a pirate radio broadcast. As I get closer, the signal gets stronger, as it gets stronger, the message becomes more understandable. I am told not to listen to the nonsense they say, but their words... compel me... they have meaning.. I begin to feel I could have meaning... purpose even.. And as I round the corner I see a van with elaborate wizard art on the side of it with a ramshackle antenna affixed to its top. And on that antenna, flapping defiantly in the breeze, appears to what seems to be...a pair of perfectly starched black pants. I have found my quarry. But then something else stirrers in me. I’m torn between duty and honor. Is it the sight before me? The pair of perfectly creased pants? The wizard painted on the side of the van casting fireball? Is it the words of the broadcasters that have wormed their way into my psyche? I do not know. But in that moment I have made a choice. A choice that would completely change my life and give me meaning and purpose. I turn without another thought, knocking over empty fiesta pails left over from the previous nights feast. The smell of coffee and booze wafting its way into my helmet from the street below. I turn off my comms channel with command, turn up the volume on the pirate radio feed, and lay in a new Nav point. The Berkeley Public Library... must be eliminated... for there can only be one BPL... I have made my choice... they filled me with trash... I will fill them with lead... for I have seen the way... and I am...the UrbanMech.”
Sarpedon1234 via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
11/09/20