hidden world

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In my minds i I see a finely articulated structure of tenuous strands, and a fat white spider that twists suspended in the center of it all, legs unfolding in a manner that is clearly by design, head a smooth and eyeless appleseed. Light through beads of dew, and behind it all another structure arises: there is a body in a vat, masses of wires tubes and cables, thick shocks of sensory replication jacked into the long deep sleep of death or something very very near it.

In a future that is occurring a few minutes from now there is a secret known by so few as to surpass the paranoia of the greatest madman. Ruled by a few who are in turn served by millions, the human hive is so much cattle under the thumb of an ancient technocracy. The dark bastard of an ancient race bridges two worlds, mating the mineral technology of his enslaved half-race to the biochemurgic alchemy learned in the courts of his Overlord father.

His ultimate creation is a man without memory or morality. As a killer in the service of the Ancients of Days the golem is shaped into a pure force of human discipline. But when blindness breaks the usefulness of the tool he is discarded to fend for himself in the slums of a world given over to the corruption of absolute power.

A mysterious benefactor takes our hero to the cloister of an oracle of wisdom, a priesthood whose origin is shrouded in the mists of time. There he is trained in the ancient technique of the Blind Spider, and learns that there has been a resistance fighting for the freedom of the many from the few since the few diverged from the many and became dependent on death, misery and blood to thrive. Will a new kind of resistance fighter, a juxstaposition of the minions of the world and their cruel masters pierce the innner sanctum of their power and break their spell of dominion?

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