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Book V : At the end of the Day!


This is the final (Installment) in the Gennaro’s Children Series.

We are at the end of time: with the worlds about to collide? – But what can we do to save ourselves?

– Unfortunately: that’s all semantics to a condemned man, and it means very little to someone who’s scheduled to die that very night. Because as far as you’re concerned Dearly Beloved’d, the entire universe is about to end: along with you.


The Ousting.

Those that conspired, and those that were complicit in it: have been finally unearthed and brought to book, but at what cost?

Utopia has been destroyed, can it be rebuilt again? – But do we want too?

  • Maybe that was the plan all along!
    • Or just maybe, it is far deeper than that.

Perhaps it was just an easy way of moving house on the cheap, (cheep), and even getting someone else to carry in your furniture for you: and then get them to lay it out, right before the trapdoor below drops.

  • But do you remember standing on it?
    • It really is the end of the day.
      • Zebedee says, { Boing! } — Time for bed.
        • The big sleep awaits.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.


Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.