A Clockwork Opera

Agnus Journal and Other Clippings

A selection of things Agnus either wrote; or influenced

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  1. Personal Journal
    If I had a wish I would use it now to see upon you once more. It has been a little over 12 years since I left our quiet little farm and headed to the city, and I begin to question now whether I will ever see you again. I hope the farm is still providing for you.

I haven’t checked in on you since I left, and I am sorry for that. I should probably have written sooner. Indeed as I write this it occurs to me that there is a chance you have already moved on from this world and if that be the case then I should hold shame to my heart for failing to write to you sooner.

Life in the city has been good for me: I found a home here and a purpose. No I am sorry: I am still not married. Instead I have dedicated my life to the purpose and ideals of The Regime.

For the longest time I have believed that the system used by The Regime was faultless, a perfect system of efficiency that delivered a just and fair society that all could benefit from. A civilisation worthy of the best of us, that would shine a beacon of light and hope to the furthest reaches of this world. A model of such perfection that all time would sit and take note.

But alas The Regime is not quite perfect, as it is staffed by imperfect beings: And now I must choose: Between staying true to my beliefs in the regime and the oaths that I have pledged and kept so dear to me for all these 12 years and accept my sentence of death; or to save myself from harms way.

I fear that I must stay true to my oath, but even in this I must also fail as I accept The Regime as the ultimate adjudicator of my fate as part of my oath, I must also break the part of my oath that pledges To uphold the ideals of The Regime.

So as you see I am placed with an impossible choice: Which part of my oath do I break?

I have chosen.

Please keep my brothers safe, stay away from the fires. For they will rage so brightly that all of time will sit and take note!

Agnus, your loving daughter

  1. Kill The Corrupt (Haiku)
    Death stalks you bad man,
    I am hunting for you now,
    Make your peace dead man.
  1. Personal Ad
    To the PCD officer I saw on the train that day. I wanted to thank you for your actions, you stayed calm, you ferried people to safety. You lifted us up and hoisted us clear. If it was not for your bold and swift actions we would not be here: Like so many others we would have fallen to the mud.
    I do not know who you are, your name, or anything. I was scared and panicking. I remember only red frizzy hair!
    So if you are reading this red frizzy haired officer, thank you!


  1. A Poem by Agnus Truciator

> #### The Robot Eye

Power and control so often united,
But there’s an itch in your eye that may leave you blighted,
It’s all about the eye,
And that’s not something for which I’ll die.

Hunter and the hunted so often not the same,
So how about a turnabout and we play a new game,
It’s all about the eye,
And you think we don’t know why.

Pistol and bullet ordered into the fray,
Despite your best efforts we live for another day,
It’s all about the eye,
So we will find you where you lie.

Power, control, hunter, hunted, pistol and bullet,

You think these are yours to distribute,
Well that’s something I care to refute,
There’s something in the corner of your eye,
And now it’s time for you to die.

  1. Accounting Ledger
    Home for Halfling Castaways
Donation Name Provided
:——: :——————-
2s C. Chip
110g Rebate from Office of Charitable Affairs
-10g Syndicate related losses
-25g Protection Money
9s K. Cartwright
4s J. Green
9s M. Suck
5s T. Berrid
4g A. Truciator
800g The Padfoots
-700g Padfoot Cleaners
9s R. Edge
1g B. Enik
1g5s C. Memphit
9s D.E. Drizzt
  1. Dear Diary
    Why did I not keep you 12 years ago? Everything seems to be tying back to that time. I arrived in this city fresh eyed and full of promise.

What was happening then that I didn’t see? Why can’t I look in to your pages and ask you?

Did I bring some ill fortune with me that I could not see through the concrete and stone that seems so alien to me?

What is so special about 12 years ago?


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