*Camera shot of nothing much.You see before you the top of a chair lean,a flat surface and behind it,a bland metal wall with an odd doll hanging from it.Suddenly, a skinny black man enters the shot and sits on the chair.He looks young,around his twenties.His hair drops in long braids,interwoven with what seem to be yellow and red beads.His left eye is obviously long gone,replaced by a microoptic setup.His other eye is a vibrant green,and his nose is crooked and seems to be broken.He's wearing what seems to be a standard military green t-shirt and a gray woolen hat.He settles into place,turns to the camera,and begins to speak.*
-'Lo there,mon.Whoeva be watchin' dis, I be Jonah. Dey call me Jonah da Nameless. I be tapin' dis here holo-vid on Graves Station in da Dublin system.Got reassigned to gold diggah duty again.Ehh.Like life couldn't be any harda dan it was in Manchesta,toilin away them plasma boxes...Anyway, I work for da BMM.Been so for fifteen years o' ma life, mon.My life be officially endin' today,so I be sendin' out dis message on a random bandwidth signal,so who catches it,catches it.I been born on Luxury Liner Hawaii, in da Sigma nineteen system, in planet Hiran's orbit.Ma parents be upstart citizens who been workin' hard and fair for da OS&C company dere whole lives.If dey catch a glimpse of dis message,den I must say, I be sorry,motha,fatha.It be my decision,and noone else's.I been workin' for da BMM for fifteen years now,and I be twenty-nine years old now.Yah,ya heard it right.I been a fourteen-year old child when I was taught how ta fly a starflea and been sent inta tha roidfields ta collect gold dust for da BMM.Well it be done.As soon as I be finished recordin' dis message,I be headin out, quittin' ma job...and den,well,wuteva come first.Now I want you all ta know, if you EVA see me anywhere,don't think I'm ganna turn around when ya call out ma name.I won't.Not even for yah,ma motha and fatha.My life be startin now,aftah my prayer.Da Nameless signin'. *The man rises from the chair and ventures to the wall behind him.From the wall he detaches the doll,walks out of shot.He returns shortly after with a nasty looking jagged long knife in his hand.He then begins chanting in a strange language, words that seem to be: "Dharam Nualh,Duram Nualh,Sharun Nualh" over and over again.He raises the knife,cuts his hand and drips some blood on the doll.He then slowly pierces the doll's chest with the knife,and collapses to the floor with a quiet moan.There is six more hours of the same shot,a pierced doll lay on the table,pinned with a knife,the man is nowhere to be seen.After six hours,two minutes and thirty-five seconds,the video ends.*
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Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.