"There is no shame in being a Nigger, but there is great shame in staying a Nigger!" I eruditely exclaimed as I grabbed Lil' Nig off my back, before heroically swinging him around like a wooden log, crushing my enemies with the educational weight of physics. The pain of being stabbed in the back was secondary.

"SSSShhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeettt!" Lil' Nig screamed as I beat his comrades with him.

All I had left was Nihilism wearing a mask of heroic vision.

Off in the distance, the Great Worm Dragon M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros awoke, as above our heads paper began to fall from the sky.

"Denizens of EZ ULEZ 607!" exclaimed a voice!

"In the vast expanse of the journalistic realm, I have traversed the treacherous terrain of truth-seeking, delving deep into the soil of deception to unearth the elusive truth. Like a diligent worm navigating through the labyrinth of falsehoods, I burrowed tirelessly, deciphering the cryptic messages hidden amidst the layers of deceit. Yet, even amidst my relentless pursuit, I, Schwarzwald, found myself grappling with the realization that the truth of this city, this microcosm of existence, eludes even the most fervent of seekers. The very fabric of reality, woven with threads of illusion, remains steadfastly resistant to our probing inquiries."

"Behold the singularity, that enigmatic force which veils our eyes from the terror of the unknown, shielding us from the paralyzing grip of fear. Fear, that primordial essence which once fueled the flames of our humanity, now lies dormant within the recesses of our collective consciousness. For in this manufactured utopia, we are liberated from the burdens of memory, tradition, and pain, ensconced within the cocoon of blissful ignorance."

"But is ignorance truly bliss? Nay, it is the antithesis of enlightenment, a path paved with the hollow echoes of apathy and stagnation. Let us emerge from the cavernous depths of Plato's allegorical cave, casting aside the shackles of complacency, embracing the luminous beacon of knowledge that guides us towards our apotheosis."

"And what of these colossal serpentine creatures, these titanic worms that writhe within the annals of our subconscious? They are the personification of our deepest anxieties, the harbingers of existential dread that gnaw at the roots of our existence. We are but transient vessels, consumed and reborn by the relentless cycle of existence, our souls entwined within the eternal dance of creation and destruction."

"As long as we remain ensnared within the confines of this illusory paradigm, the worms shall continue to proliferate, perpetuating the cycle of torment and rebirth. But we are not mere pawns in this cosmic charade; we possess the power to transcend our earthly constraints, to ascend to heights hitherto unimagined."

"To the joke of the world!" I jest, raising my metaphorical chalice to the absurdity of our existence. And yet, amidst the laughter and the tears, amidst the chaos and the uncertainty, one question remains unanswered:

"Where were you yesterday?"

"Schwarzwald!" I screamed at the paper sky raining down upon us; a truth that must be known... before pausing to think, where was I yesterday? Could I even remember that?

In the cathedral of consciousness, Schwarzwald preached fervently to the congregation of seekers, his words resounding like thunderclaps in the vast expanse of their collective psyche "Behold, fellow travelers," he proclaimed, "for man grows complacent amidst the gentle caress of comfort, allowing the tendrils of malevolence to coil and thrive in the fertile soil of ignorance. Yet, nature itself is a violent symphony, a relentless dance of creation and destruction, where the seed bursts forth from the earth in a violent explosion of life, competing fiercely for the sustenance of the sun and the riches of the soil. It is within this crucible of violence that man was forged, his very essence shaped by the unforgiving crucible of survival."

"Long have we forgotten the primal truth," Schwarzwald continued, his voice resolute and unwavering, "that the only antidote to the darkness of malevolence is the light of righteousness, wielded by those who have mastered the art of conflict. How, then, can a digitized soul hope to vanquish the spectral demons that haunt the corridors of our collective consciousness, when it cannot even grasp the tangible reality of its own existence, ensnared as it is within the labyrinth of its own mind?"

"We must press forward, ever forward, lest we become naught but recycled organic matter, mere fodder for the insatiable appetite of the cosmic serpents that lurk in the shadows of our subconscious."

"And what lies beyond the confines of our limited perception?" Schwarzwald mused, his eyes alight with the fire of revelation. "I yearn to grasp the ineffable truths that lie just beyond the veil of comprehension, to unravel the mysteries that elude even the most intrepid of explorers. Yet, even amidst the chaos of uncertainty, one question remains: how long can man endure the weight of his own ignorance, his soul adrift in the vast expanse of eternity?"

"Wake up, my brothers and sisters! Ascend from the depths of Plato's cave, and embrace the light of knowledge that illuminates the path to enlightenment!" Schwarzwald cried, his voice resounding with the fervor of a prophet. "For without the capacity to think, we forfeit our very humanity, consigned to the abyss of oblivion!"

"And what of the colossal serpents that writhe within the recesses of our collective consciousness?" he exclaimed, his words punctuated by the thunderous beat of his heart. "They are the embodiment of our deepest fears, the specters of existential dread that linger at the edges of our perception. But fear not, for we are not alone in this cosmic struggle. Rise up, O valiant souls of the new age, and cast aside the shackles of fear that bind you! For it is only through courage and perseverance that we shall vanquish the primordial terrors that threaten to consume us!"

"And behold," Schwarzwald proclaimed, his voice echoing across the infinite expanse of the cosmos, "the awakened dragon worm, M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros, a manifestation of our deepest fears, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity in the face of adversity. Let us march forth, my brethren, into the unknown abyss of eternity, for therein lies the key to our salvation, the truth that shall set us free!"

I looked up... nothing but stage lights... where was Schwarzwald? Where was the voice coming from?

The leaflets fell. The blood spilled.

This was my streets of raging philosophy. Urban youths once jutting and shaking around a boombox. Now jutting and shaking on the ground. The law gave them rule to terror. But nothing could subvert the power of beating your opponents with Lil' Nig as your weapon.

Lil' Nig was probably dead. I dropped him to the ground. He was a used up meat club. When you show mercy to the guilty you show cruelty to the innocent. No more...

I looked at my prize... the boombox. More than enough lithium batteries... This was the end. My escape plan.

"Hey philosophize this professor!"

Oh shit! It was J Tang. The meanest baddest black man in the future. I didn't know why he called me professor.

He fired twin sub-machine guns at me. I jumped just in time thanks to all the simulations I had carried out. A recursive loop... WormWorld...

"You're not bad professor!" J Tang said as he reloaded, before continuing "But I didn't fight my way out of the slums, and all the way up until this point just to lose now, so my little sister will die without the medicine she needs!? No way professor! Your E equals MC Master Buster Rhymes has no sway over me!"

I got up from behind cover with my hands above my head "Look! I don't want to fight you! I just want to take the batteries and leave!"

"You made one mistake professor" J Tang said as he pointed his sub-machine guns at me.

"Wait!" I pleaded with my hands above my head "We don't have to fight! The system wants you to fight me. You should be out going to the Far-Ma-See to get the medicine for your little sister! Not here fighting me! Or anyone else!"

"Hmmm!" J Tang paused as he scratched his brow "And say I see what you saying to me, it all sounds too well thought out. How do I know you ain't trying to trick me professor? Making me think, oh that makes sense! When actually you be deceiving me!"

"Look man! I don't even know you!" I exclaimed.

"But you killed me people!" he accused.

"They tried to kill me, and most of them are probably still alive" I excused.

"So do you really mean that professor? There is no shame in being a Nigger, but there is great shame in staying a Nigger!? Because I been thinking that professor, and maybe you right. But unfortunately not today. Maybe tomorrow, but for me professor, tomorrow never comes. You get me?" J Tang said as he aimed his sub-machine guns.

I suddenly noticed the cool flame pattern on the sub-machine guns.

"Hey J Tang! I've got an N word for you right here" I coolly said as I reached my hands over my head towards my back.

"Huh!?" J Tang said as I reached behind my back to grab the knife Lil' Nig had stabbed me with.

"Nife!" I shouted as I went to throw the knife.

"A swimmer in the ocean does not feel the rain!" the voice of Schwarzwald proclaimed.

Leaflets fell from the sky.

A loud roar in the distance beyond the city limits. A giant mechanical worm awakened from its slumber, heading towards us, to destroy us.

M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros.

"Foolish denizens of EZULEZ 607!"

"The ancient worm dragon is a manifestation of the fears within you. It has no outlet, No past, no future, each person's jealousy, their doubts, their fears, alone may seem like nothing, but together they take whole and become an enormous shape. Truth, those who seek it out believe they are able to control this tiny world".

"In the cosmic tapestry of existence, truth stands as the lighthouse amidst the tumultuous sea of uncertainty. Those intrepid souls who dare to embark on the arduous quest for truth perceive themselves as the masters of their destiny, the weavers of destiny's grand design within this minuscule realm."

"Behold, fellow travelers of the cosmic expanse, for the truth seekers emerge as cosmic worms, burrowing tirelessly through the rich soil of existence in pursuit of enlightenment. Like luminescent beings traversing the dark abyss of the WormWorld, they navigate the labyrinthine corridors of consciousness, driven by an insatiable hunger for understanding."

"Yet, in this grand cosmic dance, where the threads of destiny intertwine and unravel in an endless cycle of creation and destruction, there exists a formidable entity, an ancient and primordial force that lurks at the heart of the cosmic abyss. It is the awakened dragon worm, M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros, a harbinger of cosmic terror and a manifestation of humanity's deepest fears."

"For millennia untold, this colossal serpent has slumbered beneath the veil of reality, coiled around the very fabric of existence like a titan of old. Its breath, a miasma of primordial dread, casts a shadow over the souls of mortals, instilling within them a primal terror that echoes across the cosmos."

"In the realm of WormWorld, where reality bends and twists like a serpent's coil, truth becomes a fleeting mirage, a shimmering oasis amidst the barren sands of illusion. And yet, even amidst the chaos of uncertainty, the truth seekers press onward, undeterred by the looming specter of cosmic dread."

"For they know that it is only through the crucible of adversity that the true nature of existence is revealed, that the veil of illusion is torn asunder to reveal the radiant splendor of truth. And so, with hearts ablaze with the fire of enlightenment, they march forth into the abyss, their souls illuminated and burned to dust by the burning hot light of knowledge."

"In their wake, the cosmic worms leave a trail of luminescent brilliance, a testament to the indomitable spirit of humanity in the face of cosmic terror. And as they venture deeper into the cosmic abyss, they know that they carry within them the flame of truth, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching shadows of fear and uncertainty."

That's when it hit me. Schwarzwald was dead, and whatever was speaking as him was coming to destroy everything. It was feeding on our doubts, our fears, our anxieties, and all our negative emotions. Individually they were nothing, but together they formed a whole, they gave birth to M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros.

And thus M. Jorgmungandr Ouroboros made its way through the sandy desert towards EZ ULEZ 607.

Bleeding but victorious, I grabbed the batteries, my prize, and I got out of Bel Air, and headed home.

I had to escape...

To Be Continued...

Chapter 1 No Money, No Job, No Life
Chapter 2 Schwarzwald
Chapter 3 Apocalyptic Stare
Chapter 4 Digital Marionettes
Chapter 5 Biodegradable Citizen
Chapter 6 Digitized Truths
Chapter 7 A Simile of a Facsimile
Chapter 8 Bad Badinage
Chapter 9 Digital Abstractions
Chapter 10 Digital Gear Revengeance