Spooky Action At a Distance
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I know of course how the hocus pocus works mathematically.
But I do not like such a theory.
– Erwin Schrodinger, 1935
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Did you hear? The faint call from another world as you stepped into your shoes? A world formed up inside over night, many families and beings you could recognize if you were their size, and as you slipped into your shoe, they saw you coming. Like the Whos down in Whoville, they screamed together to get your attention, to save their existence from annihilation.
Can you hear them now?
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Tonight:
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The origin of the Father of Hell continues. The terrible journey from beyond microscopic to ruler of a realm involves a lot of cannibalism.
Silas in Hell: “Maybe it was the indirect consumption of himself, maybe it was the loneliness, but Tungsten was a changed man by the time his ship came to land on the surface of a quark, far away from the one he had left. Why the ship landed was a mystery to Tungsten and it is possible that the ship had intuited his secret desires that had been boiling inside of him for a large part of the end of his journey. Tungsten had realized how he could become more consequential.”
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Detective Paul Young in the Dark Parallel has had a rough go of it, and last issue, he came face to face with a monster. It seems to have originated on Druinte, but how did it get to Earth?
Remarkable: “Halgod was almost nine feet tall and he had an abnormality among mainstream Druintes. All Druintes have three fingers on each hand, including an opposable thumb with a long, talon-like nail, but each one of Halgod’s fingers had long nails and he was able to retract them at will. It is believed that Halgod is the child of the race of Druintes who are known to inhabit the wilds of the uninhabitable continents of the planet Druont…”
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It seemed that he was part of the solution, but as everyone else in Borges returns to normal, Clay is acting very strange.
The Lightning God: “Clay was born in North Carolina, but grew up in a veritable mansion in rural Charleston, South Carolina. The mansion was nice and Clay loved his life wandering through the big, live oaks with branches that seemed to struggle under their own weight and brush the ground. He spent a lot of time alone in those trees, and he would stare at the dead ones from the safety he felt in the live oak.”
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