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ITC Chapter 1 Part 2 - RevisedFor some reason later on, I was unable to remain asleep, probably out of paranoia - I can't exactly remember. Whatever it was, it was quickly forgotten when I woke up to a harsh light. Something was certainly off.
It was a relatively dark room, the only sources of light coming from the dome structure up top and the strings of blue lights that lined the wall panels. I quickly found out that I was restrained, my arms spread-eagle and legs pinned, yet it didn't feel like anything solid was pressing against my backside. As it turned out, there was indeed nothing but air between my body and the floor.
Merely adding to the unnerving environment in that room was a monotonous, genderless voice that came out of no particular location in the room - more like over a PA system without the static distortion. "Remain calm."
As if I could do anything but remain calm, my adrenaline was running and I was looking around frantically. There was no way I wanted to be a victim of an alien abduction; I've se
ITC Chapter 1 Part 1 - RevisedThe flatscreen faded into a minute-long video montage of events that had occurred over the previous half-century, accompanied by associated faded year numbers. The montage started with the 2018 lunar landing by Chinese taikonauts, followed in order by the 2013 resolution to the North African revolution under one government, the 2022 development of the first sentient android, the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1991, and finally the 2026 activation of the world's first commercial nuclear fusion power plant near Denver, Colorado. The theme instrumental played as this montage continued mirrored what had been used for Turning Points of History with a triumphant overtone, coming to a synchronized, reverberating end as soon as the title of the show, Breakthroughs, centered on screen in full with a slight swivelling animation upon appearing. Then the screen faded back into black once more, the reverberation lingering, only to be followed up by the fade-in of the episode`s subject of
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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