Kill All Angels: The Vicious Circuit, Book Three by Robert Brockway

Author:Robert Brockway [Brockway, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2017-12-26T05:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

}}}This story is told by Zang. This was a very long time ago. The exact year is lost. The location is the city of Eridu in Sumeria.}}}}}}}}}

In ancient Eridu, there was a man. This man’s name is not important, because names are not important. They are road signs in the desert, indicating nothing. Man itself is not important, and so believes that by giving itself names it can stave off—

“Jesus, fuck, Zang,” Carey snapped. “Leave off with the loony speeches, all right?”

“Yes, fine,” Zang said.

This story involves angels. This story involves Empty Ones. This is not the story of the first angel. The angels have been and will always be. This is not the story of the first Empty One. As long as humans have been, there have been Empty Ones. This is the story of how the Empty Ones learned to best serve the angels.

When society first began, the angels came. Man thought that society was a blessing, but society is an abomination. The universe is a lifeless, unthinking, beautiful machine. It is void of doubt, and fear, and hate. It simply is. The angels understand this. When man first inflicted thought upon himself, he embedded within him the most dangerous of things: a language. A language is a code. A code can be manipulated. And so the angels used mankind’s own curse to save it. They found man, and they reduced his code, until he was once again nothing. All of the energy that man had been wasting on frivolous complexity was then used to feed the angels, and to further serve the universe. This was good. This was right. But this was not enough.

The code of humanity was sloppy. Sometimes, it did not reduce cleanly, and there were remainders left over. These remainders you know as the tar men and the Empty Ones. The tar men were lucky. They are the animalistic part of man. They are not burdened with thought or desire. The Empty Ones were not lucky. They are the thinking part of man. They were cursed to know the perfection of nonexistence, while also doomed to exist forever. But the Empty Ones did not live in hate. Hate was man’s house. The Empty Ones instead dedicated themselves to helping mankind, by assisting the angels in their quest to reduce the needless complexity of life. They sought to return humanity to the universe.

So they watched. And they waited. For a very long time.

They discovered that the angels were patient creatures. They appeared rarely and seemingly at random. They blessed only a few humans a year with oblivion. This is fine for the angels. They are beyond time. This is bad for humanity, who are mired in time. Man would have to wait millennia—more, perhaps—to be fully returned to the universe. The Empty Ones could not stand to let humanity endure such torture. They sought a way to force the angels to not only appear, but to procreate. More angels would speed the job.

One day, in man’s oldest city, the Empty Ones found their way.

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