17 July 2012
Clear was. Clear is. Clear has always been. Lying dormant in the dry sand of the Nimjanhi Dessert. Clear knew the only way out was to find a take. Preferably a fast, nimble and adequately hydrated take. A take can be a plant, an animal or anything that’s mobile. An inanimate, dry take, can be used until a live take can be succumbed and converted into a unit. Units can be vexed or impressioned as far as fifty feet away. With this in mind (as if the electrical stimuli that Clear possesses could ever be compared to a vapid human mind) Clear’s main intentions were to wait until a unit came close enough to summon. Draw the unit closer. Nearer. Within connection range. Clear, of course, can telepathically implant an idea or a persuading urge into a units thoughts. As time passed by Clear sat and waited, waited for that opportunity.
Clear I • Opuss № I