Super Trick or Treat System

we say:

"We gave you a name in our minds, Freedom 5-3000."

"What are our names?" they asked.

"Gold One."

"When we think of you, we will not call you equal 7-2521."

"What name did you give us?" They looked into our eyes and raised their heads. They replied:

"conqueror."

We will not speak for a long time. Then we said:

"These ideas are forbidden, Golden One."

"But you think of such ideas, and you want us to consider them."

We look into their eyes and we cannot lie.

"Yes," we whispered, they smiled, and then we said, "our dearest one, don't listen to us."

They stepped back, opened their eyes wide, and stood still.

They whispered: "Say these words again."

"What are you talking about?" we asked. But they did not answer, we know.

"Our dearest one," we whispered.

A man has never said this to a woman.

The heads of the golden men slowly bent down, they stood in front of us with their arms around them, their palms turned towards us, as if their bodies obeyed our eyes. And we can't speak.

Then they raised their heads and spoke simple and gentle, as if they wanted us to forget some of our anxiety.

They said: "It's very hot, and you have been working for many hours and must feel tired."

"No," we answered.

They said: "The fields are cool and there is water to drink. Are you thirsty?"

We answered: "Yes, but we can't cross the hedge."

They said: "We bring you water."

Then they knelt on the moat and collected the water with both hands. They stood up and stretched the water to our lips.

We don’t know if we drink that water. We just suddenly knew that their hands were empty, but we still held their hands with our lips. They knew, but they didn't move.

We raised our heads and stepped back. Because we don't understand what made us do this, we are afraid to understand it.

The golden man stepped back, standing and looking at their hands in surprise. Then, even if no one else came, the golden men walked away, and they took a step back, as if unable to turn away from us, their arms bent down in front of them, as if they could not let go.

the fifth part

We did it. We created it. We have brought it out a long time ago. We are alone. Our hands. our thoughts. We are alone.

We don't know what we are talking about. Our head is here. We looked at the light emitted. Anything we say tonight will be forgiven...

Tonight, after countless attempts and arduous attempts, we have completed a strange thing built from the remains of "Boring Times", a box of glasses, designed to release a stronger sky power than ever before. When we put the wire into the box, when we turn off the current, the wire glows! It was vivid and turned red, and a light shone on the stone in front of us.

We stood, holding our heads. We cannot imagine what we create. We haven't touched flint, we haven't made a fire. However, here is light, light from nowhere, light from the metal heart.

We extinguished the candles. The darkness swallowed us. Nothing was left around us, nothing could save the night, only thin flames inside, like cracks in a prison wall. We reached out to the wire and saw the red fingers. We can't see our body, nor can we feel it, at that moment, there is nothing but two hands on the wires glowing in the black abyss.

Then we thought of the meaning before us. We can illuminate tunnels, cities, and the lighting of all cities in the world without any metal and wires. We can give our brothers an unprecedented new light, cleaner and brighter. You can use the power of the sky to bid for men. Its secrets and power are unlimited, and if we choose to ask, we can make it of any value.

Then we knew what we must do. Our findings are so great for us to waste time sweeping the streets. We must never keep ourselves secret, nor bury it underground. We must bring it into the eyes of everyone. We need all the time, we need the studio of the Scholar's House, we need the help of brother scholars, and their wisdom has joined us. For all of us, for all scholars in the world, there is still a lot of work to be done.

One month later, the World Council of Scholars will meet in our city. This is a big bureau. All the wisest lands are selected and held once a year in different cities on the earth. We will go to this bureau and put this glass box in the sky before them as a gift. We will confess to them. They will see, understand and forgive. Because our talents are greater than our faults. They will explain to the career council and we will be assigned to the scholar's house. I have never done it before, but no gift like ours has been given to a man.

We must wait. We must protect the tunnel. This is a tunnel we have never protected. Because anyone who saves scholars should know our secrets, they will not understand or believe us. They can see nothing, except for our crimes of working alone, they also destroy us and our light. We don’t care about our body, but our light is...

Yes, we do care. This is the first time we care about the body. Because this thread is a part of our body, a vein pulled out of our body, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this metal wire or the wire made of it, or is there a thread that can separate the two?

We stretched out our arms. For the first time we know how strong our arms are. We thought of a strange idea: we felt strange for the first time, what do we look like. People will never see their own faces, nor will they ask their brothers this question, because caring about their faces or bodies is evil. But tonight, for some reason, we cannot understand. We hope it is possible for us to understand our own image.

Part VI

We have not written for thirty days. We have not been in the tunnel for thirty days. We were caught. That happened the night we last wrote a letter. That night, we forgot to look at the sand in the glass, which tells us when three hours have passed and it is time to return to the City Theater. When we think of it, the sand is exhausted.

We rushed to the theater. But the big tent stood on the gray sky, silent. The streets of the city are empty before us. If we go back and hide in our tunnel, we will be found and our light will be with us. Therefore, we walked into the Scavenger House.

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