After several weeks in the Observatory and several more in the basement testing rooms, our conclusions are that the distant lights are indeed becoming more bright and that whatever came through the portal on March 15th has no clue, no more than we have, how this phenomenon occurred.
Two of my party are showing signs of delirium and I myself witnessed my shadow detach itself from where I stood and re-appear several inches from where it should have been.
While these circumstances are unusual, I do not yet wish for the demolition of this site to proceed.
More time is required.
Thank-you,
Site Supervisor.
Thursday 8 April 2010
EssEss4
Dear Sir,
It is well known that in the Industrial Section of this ramshackle town, after dark, 18th Century apparitions taking the form of Lucifer imitations wander freely with night-workers and truck drivers,
They have different rules of etiquette and are easily identified but the general consensus is to allow them to be.
Yours sincerely,
A Concerned Resident.
It is well known that in the Industrial Section of this ramshackle town, after dark, 18th Century apparitions taking the form of Lucifer imitations wander freely with night-workers and truck drivers,
They have different rules of etiquette and are easily identified but the general consensus is to allow them to be.
Yours sincerely,
A Concerned Resident.
EssEss3
It was a LIE!
There is no better time in the history of our recent lives to come to terms with No Scene.
The longer I spent in the Garden, the more random and seemingly without genesis my thoughts became,
It was a LIE, we were never involved in any secret society of sub-culture,
We fed on gloxinia and glowed amber as a consequence.
There is no better time in the history of our recent lives to come to terms with No Scene.
The longer I spent in the Garden, the more random and seemingly without genesis my thoughts became,
It was a LIE, we were never involved in any secret society of sub-culture,
We fed on gloxinia and glowed amber as a consequence.
EssEss2
I couldn't stay away from the Well long enough to measure the impact it was having on my life,
It drew me in by day and crept into my sleep by night.
The Well.
The Garden has many hiding places and many false entry points to other worlds, I'm lucky my numbers came up this time.
The impact on my life was immeasurable.
It drew me in by day and crept into my sleep by night.
The Well.
The Garden has many hiding places and many false entry points to other worlds, I'm lucky my numbers came up this time.
The impact on my life was immeasurable.
EssEss1
..subsequently, we checked, make that double-checked, the hallway, the dividing rooms, the secret passage and the entrance to the Garden.
No sign.
The direction the sound came from led us here, but now the trail runs dry..
No sign.
The direction the sound came from led us here, but now the trail runs dry..
Wednesday 7 April 2010
Fulcrum Document Of Time
1st Chapter:
That last one hit hard, really fuckin hard. Got absolutely zero idea of how long ago it hit or how long I’ve been on the floor, things that should be on shelves are all over the place and most of the chrome oxy-chutes are open and swinging, all contents of the control panel and side storage pods are strewn everywhere, fuse-ports flapping and hissing and spewing up harsh looking nano-fluid like a hungry mainline in jagged fucked-up glory,
That last one hit REAL fuckin hard.
She was the first one I ever knew to bring flowers..not for any special occasion, just as a random act of wanting to do something nice for someone else, just because flowers make a room nicer to be in and just because she exuded all things good and kind. She brought flowers and with that came sunshine, light and life. I can't remember ever saying such a thing, but I'll never forget my gut reaction to the fact that she randomly, without need for special occasion, brought flowers all the way from the market to my home.
Flowers would DAMN sure have made this fucking mess seem a lot less horrible, but it's been a long long time since anyone brought flowers to me for no particular reason, just for the randomness of it, and I don't think that is going to change any-time soon.
Ha! So vivid. Time has been kind to my memories at least, if not to me, but they remain like monoliths on an arid stretch of openness, beyond scope in every direction, without shelter or solace, amber by day and in cold, grey slo-mo by night. Prime-time viewing if I had the time. IF!
Thanks for the flowers, kid. Sorry I never even got anywhere remotely near to saying anything like that when it mattered, you were older than me but I'd lived more and I shoulda been looking out for you; if I seemed ungrateful..shit..I just wasn't used to stuff like that.
STOP BEING MAUDLIN.
I have no clue what to do, this is a very weird situation..err I'm kinda guessing that standard protocol has gone out the window (the same one that most of my supply of de-con'd re-filtered ionised oxygen has gone out of) and that direct action WILL be approved without the need to send reams of fucking idiot lumps of info about projected roto-scan duration and thermal-drive gamma readout charts blended in with purposefully restrictive system re-boots each time the Cx-16 GenCom is brought offline...that stuff seems more ridiculous now than it ever possibly could have and the irony is not lost on me, I'm just not in the mood to wallow in pathos, although that stage could make an appearance any-time and most probably will..
DIRECT ACTION TIME (encompass enchain)
There is a harsh but without-equal in pure, raw wide-open beauty, solar gust swarming in chromed-out ember-glow tearing mercilessly along the pipe-work, through all the gaping ports, around and across magnetic-reach modules and into my fried-out fucking desert of a brain and making emblems of other worlds so vivid and neon and true to themselves that I welcome it, I welcome the torture and the agony and the ripped-up savagery of it all, because it's essential that I see this as it happens and not through several thousand sectors of reconverted Saturn vapour, I should see this as it happens, live and direct, no matter what, no matter how very very bad.
This was meant for my eyes, the very same ones that are crimson like summer dusk through reminiscing when I should be acting and watching too much playback on the HUD holo-gen circuit, lapsing into unhealthy patterns of yearning for the past, a past recreated down countless miles of triple-insulated, oxide-free copper co-axial optic semi-solid nano-cable...damn that USB port holds secrets I wouldn't even tell myself..and this was also meant for my heart, heavy as it hangs in the valley below, flat-bottomed and glacial like the first and only part of the dream you can remember if you ignore the over-ride alert and flood the front section of the GenHeadGear with an aromatic but near-deadly blend of butane and condensed PreCog fluid (before it has had contact with the Group07 Core Plug De-Mag Routers...hey...I'm not a TOTAL dickhead :) ), dropping as fast as the vertical magnificence of the sheer headwall and then meandering to a point somewhere on the horizon that remains off-centre no matter where you stand, culminating in scenes from long ago when the roads were mostly empty, the lanes bustled with early attempts at commerce in a world not-quite-ready and skies that were allowed to complete their rotation before you saw the other bit of sky at the same time and witnessed sky paradoxes ...YES..these very same skies saw everything my heart had to offer and yet AND YET.....did that crimson thing every day at dusk during summer...two simple chairs under the back porch divided by a simple table, the three items overlooking the vast but simple valley..bear witness to how much we enjoyed this time of day.....
YOU ARE A TEST-ANALYSER WITH AN IMPORTANT TASK
There are no more reasons, not valid ones, to keep the pod shrouded in the cold lambent stillness of the emergency lights. That works on two levels, literal and metaphorical. I'm aware of this and briefly I smiled at the mechanics of language and the spells it evokes when used correctly; beautiful evocations..melodious patterns of mellifluous melisma, minor chords descending in sequences signatured by Walton and Vaughan-Williams. So with a heave and a ho and a rabid-animal growl, the Gamma shields depart their housing and lift from their hinges and are quickly caught in the noxious jet-stream of sulphur and water that is being ejected violently from the solfatara and warped quickly down to their base elements.
(Not for one minute did I EVER doubt their ductility..but man those shapes and patterns are positively mind-bending and beyond anything I can plot on my lazy vector and indices nano-frame..).
There they go.
I can see everything from here. Surprisingly, it's still early morning in the cosmos, despite the time-lapse sensors holding our position so that we make work in ultraviolet silence, the first rush of morning is still very evident.
I remember a time in 1985 when I kicked a girl in the leg because I liked her and then later that same day kicked water on the same leg from a puddle in the yard and now I have nothing left to do but trance out to a big beautiful nebula and watch playback of all this stuff on the HUD until it stops working, which is inevitable as the core-plugs are severed (yep, took care of that one a while back) and I have no way of re-routing power from the bridge and there is NO bridge left, just me.
So I'll trance out to this big beautiful nebula and hope something better to do comes along soon.
Thanks for the flowers, kid. They were beautiful but the most beautiful thing of all was you.
The7th
I Never falter,
When I'm called upon by gesture alone,
At the banks of oxbow lakes that lead silently towards vast but placid forests,
By the renegade few, who,
Couldn't reach the bridge in time,
And watched from afar as the Mountain Pass flowed with Fire & Blood,
And prayed in unison for strange blessings,
And used every ounce of all that remained, everything they had ever learned,
Every last thing,
To reach this place that now appears to them impassable, unyielding and without end,
And their best inventions fail them, as is the destiny of all that Man elevates to The Essential,
They look to me, Eternity,
And by the banks of oxbow lakes,
I Never falter.
When I'm called upon by gesture alone,
At the banks of oxbow lakes that lead silently towards vast but placid forests,
By the renegade few, who,
Couldn't reach the bridge in time,
And watched from afar as the Mountain Pass flowed with Fire & Blood,
And prayed in unison for strange blessings,
And used every ounce of all that remained, everything they had ever learned,
Every last thing,
To reach this place that now appears to them impassable, unyielding and without end,
And their best inventions fail them, as is the destiny of all that Man elevates to The Essential,
They look to me, Eternity,
And by the banks of oxbow lakes,
I Never falter.
The6th
Shit..zoned out there for a bit, I didn't plan that,
Pleasant interlude that it was, multicolored and coming on in waves,
But shit..I zoned out there for a bit,
Looks like now it's 2pm on a grainy day becoming radiant,
My garden is full of vampires, it's 2pm and there's no-one I can call,
Everyone is at work or play or a non-subtle blend of both.
WorkPlay,
Huh...funny that, PlayWork sounds whack,
It doesn't scan, the semantics are all wrong and it leaves you in a vulnerable position in a conversation,
If you company is quick, full of wit and resentful of listening,
But WorkPlay,
That works on so many levels; it invites sub-textural analysis, it evokes lateral thought,
It summons tricks, it is a portent to fantasy and illusion,
Everyone's at it.
Shit...zoned out there for a bit, unplanned waveforms of radiant grain,
Here comes the rain,
2pm and my garden is full of Vampires.
Pleasant interlude that it was, multicolored and coming on in waves,
But shit..I zoned out there for a bit,
Looks like now it's 2pm on a grainy day becoming radiant,
My garden is full of vampires, it's 2pm and there's no-one I can call,
Everyone is at work or play or a non-subtle blend of both.
WorkPlay,
Huh...funny that, PlayWork sounds whack,
It doesn't scan, the semantics are all wrong and it leaves you in a vulnerable position in a conversation,
If you company is quick, full of wit and resentful of listening,
But WorkPlay,
That works on so many levels; it invites sub-textural analysis, it evokes lateral thought,
It summons tricks, it is a portent to fantasy and illusion,
Everyone's at it.
Shit...zoned out there for a bit, unplanned waveforms of radiant grain,
Here comes the rain,
2pm and my garden is full of Vampires.
The5th
What do we want :
NOSTALGIA!
When do we want it :
NOW!
Did we do anything back then that deserves the accolade of being embossed in the Memory Of Soft-Focus :
WE CAN'T REMEMBER (AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS)
Shall we invent our own history and then rewrite it as nostalgia :
WE'VE ALREADY DONE THAT (BUT IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS IT USED TO BE)
Do you remember the day that disappeared so quick into Mid-light,
And then vanished into filtered Pink soft-light,
And the castle was lit from all sides,
An invention of Progressive Times,
Where tokens were made in miniature,
And deals were done,
Everything was agreed upon,
Remember that?
YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS
We don't want your nostalgia, we want the one that we remember.
NOW
NOSTALGIA!
When do we want it :
NOW!
Did we do anything back then that deserves the accolade of being embossed in the Memory Of Soft-Focus :
WE CAN'T REMEMBER (AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS)
Shall we invent our own history and then rewrite it as nostalgia :
WE'VE ALREADY DONE THAT (BUT IT'S NOT AS GOOD AS IT USED TO BE)
Do you remember the day that disappeared so quick into Mid-light,
And then vanished into filtered Pink soft-light,
And the castle was lit from all sides,
An invention of Progressive Times,
Where tokens were made in miniature,
And deals were done,
Everything was agreed upon,
Remember that?
YOU ASK TOO MANY QUESTIONS
We don't want your nostalgia, we want the one that we remember.
NOW
The4th
The saving grace of our Belief Systems,
And the accepted Truths within,
Is the relativity inherent within a Universe experienced once,
The condition of Flying is the sum of swimming and dreaming and (this bit has been censored).
(this bit has been censored) and Flying at the same time will perhaps one day release us,
From all the truths we now accept as integral to our Belief Systems,
And we will truly experience the Universe more than once.
I hope a day comes soon, brighter than today,
When one and all is able to (this bit has been censored),
And relative to Now,
This bit will be nothing except,
(this bit has been censored).
And the accepted Truths within,
Is the relativity inherent within a Universe experienced once,
The condition of Flying is the sum of swimming and dreaming and (this bit has been censored).
(this bit has been censored) and Flying at the same time will perhaps one day release us,
From all the truths we now accept as integral to our Belief Systems,
And we will truly experience the Universe more than once.
I hope a day comes soon, brighter than today,
When one and all is able to (this bit has been censored),
And relative to Now,
This bit will be nothing except,
(this bit has been censored).
The3rd
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
And almost don't stop in time,
I trip out to them often, mostly when it's early enough not to bother anyone,
Mostly when day is breaking like some poet would describe with rich textures re-creating,
Or a painter when they're not thinking, just painting,
Paintwork and History and the magnificence of the significance,
Of the similarity obvious between this way and that,
When the Devil stands back,
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
Right up to my face,
Into my eyes and deep into my brain,
The Classic Symmetry of Mutual Entwinement,
The Enshrinement of Our Best Efforts,
They almost don't stop in time, and I trip out to them more often than I should.
And almost don't stop in time,
I trip out to them often, mostly when it's early enough not to bother anyone,
Mostly when day is breaking like some poet would describe with rich textures re-creating,
Or a painter when they're not thinking, just painting,
Paintwork and History and the magnificence of the significance,
Of the similarity obvious between this way and that,
When the Devil stands back,
Beautiful Venusian Forests reach all the way to the sky,
Right up to my face,
Into my eyes and deep into my brain,
The Classic Symmetry of Mutual Entwinement,
The Enshrinement of Our Best Efforts,
They almost don't stop in time, and I trip out to them more often than I should.
The2nd
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (the ones you throw at me),
And this gives me hope,
Just enough,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
I Hope.
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your throwing is more beautiful than all the August mornings I've ever seen).
And this gives me hope,
Just enough,
Because back when, Eternity was everywhere,
In the fences, the sunlight, the plastic windows and in the Air,
Eternity was abundant and everywhere,
I keep catching glimpses of Eternity (in my side view and just off-camera, elusively heartbreaking),
Just enough to keep me going,
I Hope.
Because when now was Then, Eternity never seemed like it would ever be such a scarce commodity,
And I often let it pass by unnoticed and unheralded,
Like most of the Days Since,
The Ones when Eternity was all that lay ahead.
(The augustness of your throwing is more beautiful than all the August mornings I've ever seen).
The1st
..I've never bothered with upgrades; the big upgrade cult eluded me,
I know I know, the advantages are many, the downsides hardly downsides and the enhanced levels of AI so close to pure telekinesis as to render the chains and cogs of standard issue gear inept and crude,
But THAT'S just the way I like things to be.
Inept, crude and downright appropriate for the task at hand,
Anything more would send clear signals to my soul, what remains of it now I've severed the core-plugs, that my heart has been hi-jacked by my brain, or A brain, I'm not sure anymore, and that all memories of all that before-stuff,
The ones that flicker in analogue glory on my rickety image generator built into this cumbersome head-gear,
Are simply that now:
Memories.
God I want to go home.
Ok Cx-16, run the initial programs, zoom forward three sectors,
Set coolers to thermal scan,
And erase my ThoughtLogDrive for the last....18 minutes please,
Let's Go.
I know I know, the advantages are many, the downsides hardly downsides and the enhanced levels of AI so close to pure telekinesis as to render the chains and cogs of standard issue gear inept and crude,
But THAT'S just the way I like things to be.
Inept, crude and downright appropriate for the task at hand,
Anything more would send clear signals to my soul, what remains of it now I've severed the core-plugs, that my heart has been hi-jacked by my brain, or A brain, I'm not sure anymore, and that all memories of all that before-stuff,
The ones that flicker in analogue glory on my rickety image generator built into this cumbersome head-gear,
Are simply that now:
Memories.
God I want to go home.
Ok Cx-16, run the initial programs, zoom forward three sectors,
Set coolers to thermal scan,
And erase my ThoughtLogDrive for the last....18 minutes please,
Let's Go.
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