Part 41: Fourth Playthrough - 4 AM

[SFX: That fire from before is still burning strong.]

[MUSIC: God Is Already Warning Us]



This is the new touch—the feeling of fingers pushing painlessly through our skin, the feeling of the muscle and fat, the weight of it, the intention: it's best friends forever. It's a first kiss. It's a love story.

It's imaginable, but it doesnt exist anywhere, not any planet. We're a dream. We're becoming people no other people have ever been. A human that humans are not.

We reach out to each other.

Unlike Venus, whose body peels off like the shell of an egg, Jupiter is messier, or she would be, if her blood wasn't now lighter than air; it curls like a mist around her. A storm is sure to come.

Neptune is starting to run clear. All the ink and sick has boiled away. Venus is really good at helping, and so patient too. She is a fountain, seeping through the floorboards, bringing the flood.

Jupiter finds the spot where Venus's shoulder blade is weeping and pulls with as many hands as she can. When it comes out, it stares at them, surprised. As if she can hardly believe she can see.

She has a hand for every kind of touch; that hand is for hitting, that hand is for petting, that hand is for grabbing, that hand is for holding.

The devil isn't lonely; the crackling, broken radio's song is louder and more lovely every minute. We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out.

The rest of the kids are coming for us, with god and the radio, ready to undo our wish.

But they will not.

They won't touch us.

One moment is all we need.

To share, to yearn, to carve us into the world.

There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil.

But we can't wait to see what they'll do against the three worst girls since Eve.