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Atomo-Bile stood towering over the city, spewing its radioactive waste, dissolving flesh and steel alike. Most children would never see Atomo-Bile on anything but the television, as those unable to relocate would die of radiation poisoning long before it reached their city to liquefy all that was. This had been going on for months now, with no end in sight. It had come from the south, leaving a devastating trail through countless miles of rainforests and small villages, no one knew its purpose or reason, all they knew is that it destroyed everything it could.

Eventually it was discovered that the monster’s journey of destruction began near Tierra del Fuego, but was regarded as a hoax, as most footage would either be destroyed by Atomo-Bile’s radiation, or the same fate would befall the one filming. It was when Atomo-Bile hit Buenos Aires that would be the first time it gained national media attention. The world leaders were hesitant to become involved, not regarding Atomo-Bile as their problem, but when it showed no signs of slowing or stopping, the United Nations took action. They actualized a plan to stop it at the Panama Canal. With humankind watching, the combined military forces launched a full scale assault on Atomo-Bile. The attack failed miserably, suffering complete casualties. Those who retreated soon died of radiation poisoning, vomiting what was once their innards as bile similar to that of Atomo-Bile.

Soon reaching a treaty with Mexico, a nuclear strike was implemented, and that too was a failure. None of the calculations that were made in exacting this strike ended up being correct, taking into account fallout from the strike, evacuating cities, airing safety precautions 24/7, and acceptable collateral damage, all useless. There was no fallout, no valent radiation, nothing; Atomo-Bile saw to that. Atomo-Bile absorbed it all, the fire, the flames, and the radiation. Although it needed no aide, it used all of this to replicate, becoming an unstoppable faction. It worked as a hive-mind, retching and spewing neon green translucent sludge that never seemed to exhaust upon the entire world.

The world leaders wished that one would rise, and claim Atomo-Bile as his own, make demands for money, or power, but none came forward, not even to claim that it was he, he who is the one responsible for the complete destruction of mankind, the end of history. No, none would go down in history as the madman responsible for Atomo-Bile, there would be no history, there will be no history, Atomo-Bile is unstoppable.

People could see Atomo-Bile for miles before it reached their city, its glow illuminating the night sky in an ethereal green; the sight would have been beautiful had it not such ghastly connotations, and might have been pleasant were it not for the haunting, echoing chant Atomo-Bile would moan in unison between expelations of its corrosive regurgitations:

Atomo-Bile is unstoppable. Atomo-Bile will destroy all. Atomo-Bile is force of nature. Atomo-Bile will be world. Atomo-Bile is power. Atomo-Bile will forge Atomodrome. Atomo-Bile is atomic overlord. Atomo-Bile will not stop.

Day 164

All I need is one final part and the entirety of my current operation will be done! I’ve been working around the clock, mulling over the finer details, refining, texturizing, and even pasteurizing. There was a time I thought it would never end, but that is far behind me now, tucked firmly in the past where none can ever access it. All that is left is a small trip to the airport, only this time, it’s not I who shall have their so-called luggage lost, it is they, oh yes, they who would and have taken more from me than anyone. How dare they refuse to refund my ticket, it is they who did not have vicatang, though I had specifically requested it as my meal months prior to my flight; this grave injustice, of course, on top of losing my luggage, which was never to be found again. No matter, for tonight was my night of revenge, no, not revenge, retribution!

Turbines, simple turbines for my meat jet; readily available by the planeful, awaiting like precious little babes in the night for me, only me to steal away with into the night.

Day 165

The operation was a full success! The turbines are in my possession, this entry must be short, for there is much work to be done, and I am so giddy I may once more howl at the primeval moon, oh how my phantasmagorical goddess looks upon me with her tender beams, offering the direction to my life that I must not disobey, that I would never want to disobey, she reads my inner most thoughts and brings them to action!

Day 167

Once again, the operation was a complete success! These turbines, they make my meat jet, my rocket fly higher: In-out for hours, in-out for days! There is no doubt, my manhood stays! Tonight, I shall take it on its maiden voyage, and be able to finally see the world how my vision does, no more of this decay upon the earth, so close, too close for me to breathe, too far for me to lay upon. My mind will float, while all others long to read the skies, I will write upon them in machine code of my own design, what none can decipher. Ha! A cipher of meat! What a delectable comeuppance!

Day 189

I have been at air for far too long now, at sea, one would say that they have developed their sea legs, but for me, I can no longer relate in correlation to the earth. The place I must go is beyond, to every “where?” and every “why?”, the answer lay beyond the sky. It is with this I leave who so ever can fathom my phantastical concepts to follow in my, ha! My turbinical prints that leave no trace! Save for what is no longer meat, but a hybrid that none could ever hope to comprehend. Looking over my previous entries, even I can no longer understand them, save for the most recent, and even then, I feel I have become disconnected from who I was, and that, I should imagine, was the original intent, or, design, rather. I am more now, so much more than I was, and everything that you can never be.