Act I

Her legs bent up at her ears.
There is evil and hurt in those eyes.
Her claws stung as they sunk in.
Deep penetrating pain.
Their exacting standards; make you pay, with your soul. Once your soul has gone there will be nothing left but your greening shell. No one will come, they all know your a criminal. Spliced and put out for show. The woman using you to achieve orgasm. At last finally useful.
The world is ending.
Devastators are everywhere.
The seas have dried up, all living on substitute fish eggs.
All we need is a heart of gold.
All the fighting will be over.
He walked into the bar. She was bent over, welcoming him in. He entered. The waves washed over him, fighting to pull him away. He wasn't going to lose his soul. He fought on. His skin going green, pulsating at the effort, he ejaculated. The world shook, he had found it.
The feelings were growing.
How could they, they had been outlawed.
They would be coming for him.
He saw the traces in the snow.
It was too late.
All she could was offer lies. He beat his hands on the desk. He needed to know the truth. If she could stop being parasitic long enough, maybe they could save society. Bring back the water. 'Tell me about'. 'All the women were great and the men athletic'. He knew what she meant, society was never utopian though. He had heard of the Karma Plan, surely it was just a dream. A whole world in united sexual orgasm with only sexual violence and no wars. This was the plan. Could this woman bring it to fruition, he needed to connect her to the grid. The world could become one.
God has forsaken them.
The world was just a car park.
Empty and lonely.
Nothing left.
Desolation, no hope.
Humanity was gone.
Burning all the truth and science.
A world of suspicion
and superstition.
The word of God.
Is the only, true word.
The word will save
all.
The case was unravelling all around him. He now realised that she was the definitive answer. She could be the word. The one true word. How would he connect her to the grid. Her lies were the truth.
The sun was burning up.
Life was drying up.
Yet his tears never dried up.
The time of racial hatred was over.
Bring in the saviours.