Pieces
of Eight
Copyright©
2017 Garrison Clifford Gibson
Version
epsilon 1.0
Looking
for a dream on the edge of a desert, where night would yield unto
day, and the beginning of the eons of time and history put memories
alive and poignant. Bittersweet in that they occurred at all before
destiny wrested them away, before seasons died and thoughts less than
dust. Before faces of tomorrow disappeared into yesterdays. When
living being is given to surpass nothingness from God who never dies.
When fragments like illusions stir sands of time worn from mountains.
Upon some planet, beyond some star, a landscape would be given to
exist.
Destinies
are given, missions are set. Goals that ask for investment of time
and effort in-a-world arise. Yet one may never achieve the summit and
world picture with endless stories and objects. An empirical world
does not forever glisten like a shining city on a lake calling those
inducted to the halls of consumerism. A transcending, surprising
destiny overcoming the world emerges in the fog of time...something
never foreknown waits for being and time to expire.
Once
in the beginning of each Universe first light shown into the
darkness. First light on a pre-determined holographic membrane given
a particular course and destiny moving through a zero-energy vacuum
without friction or exogenous relativistic effects as if it were in
free fall not subject to extra-Universal forces. Each braniverse
required a certain surface tension analogue for to keep together with
orderly coherence. The primordial vacuum state remained so at the
pleasure of God whom one infers was the author of any temporal
disequilibrium in regard to was an orderly neutral mind-field.
Each
of the eight Universes had contact with the Spirit of God during the
eons of their life cycles. Each new the sight of a sun and of stars
across the Universal depths reaching through their own particular
settings of Universal laws to the planets sustaining their existence.
All
eight Universes were hosts to sentient beings programmed from the
beginning to be and become; to live and wonder about the nature of
creation. To ask questions concerning the nature of existence and of
why it exists at all and if it might have meaning. The people of each
Universe had the opportunity through the spirit to know God. Some
were successful at that even as so many others failed. Many of the
latter were content to study mechanics of matter and energy and
postulate the existence of all possible Universes from
self-generating principles. Natural virtual fields would emanate
charge particles that were charged simply by virtue of being the
anti-particle of one oppositely charged or spinning with vector
motion defined in eigenvalue states, some super-positioned and others
not.
Particles
were parts of a whole. A wave might be made of a multitude of
particles. Waves were concatenated groups behaviors of particles.
Charges were directions of motion that while theoretically reversible
could not do so without 2x opposite energy added and hence not really
very reversible.
Likewise
did virtual particles arising from a field of absolute nothingness
without charge exit nothingness to become actual rather than virtual
particles without leaving a negative field charge. Subtracting
something from nothingness created an unreal negative state in the
vacuum. No matter, the evolutionary theorists were content with the
place of their particular positions withing the fields of their
particular Universes that they regarded as having arisen just through
statistical laws of chance . Observations they had made concerning
the tendency of disorganized particles to organize within any given
volume with a stable state indicated to those without God that their
own existence was inevitable and actually necessary considering the
nature of mass and energy, particles, waves, strings, branes and
singularities.
Even
so when the time of the age of the Universes was fulfilled. After
each people had the opportunity to contemplate being and to actualize
their particular works, after they had received and accepted or
rejected the word of God and been delivered to the spirit or to the
experience of eternity without the presence of God. When they had
been transliterated back from whatever quantum evolution state they
had designed for their social and personal being and delivered to
await judgment, the Universes were concluded and rolled up
coincidentally at the grand conjunction of forms.
At
the intersection of the eight Universes corner edges subducted
together under gravity to form a white hole through a singularity.
The white hole was zero-dimensional from the start, though it had
information kept safe with Shannon stop-loss of data entropy, the
newly emergent Universe appeared to have no data in it except for its
implicit and minimal yet necessary and deterministic physical
structure. The structure was a field with bits of data appearing as
zero than one dimension points, lines and membranes swiftly growing
into quarks with a propensity toward fusion. The vast data of eight
Universe disappeared with the physical content faster than light or
the speed of gravity for an instant before exploding into the new
Universe closing the singularity behind with a final soundless
nothingness. Though matter and energy from the lost eight Universes
was conserved with transference and inflation into the singular new
Universe, the data was gone.; hidden safely away from future
residents of Universe1 in a dark in information field that was in yet
not of the Universe. The information content of the eight Universes
could be infused however, at the discretion of God regarding right
time and place, through strings and new quark relationships, into the
minds of mankind that for some reason, along with space receiving
dark energy and volume, served as live agents of change.
Tremors
from inexact coordinates reached gravity wave detectors across the
star system. Within the heart of a thirty-light year in diameter
section of the galaxy mass and energy were dissociated and
disappeared. Hundreds of stars and tens of thousands of planets
disappeared leaving a void in their absence suddenly filled with
dark-space from a ball shaped dimension upsurging into being.
Space-time was pushed more than 900 light years apart, in an instant.
Diafron
John
Dwight looked at the branch diagram outlining the lava tube ahead
with little interest distracted as he was with reflections on the
methodical social economic veto of his self-interest objectives by
supervening powers illicitly. Nevertheless the tube system below the
surface of the moon of the main planet of the Diafron system required
his attention if he was to complete a journey to a storage area for
teacher-robots with jigged programming unknown to the Aristarchs.
A
crusty-cruel coordinator for the Aristarch Department of Offense
named Hard Carbon was hunting Dwight. Receiving data and energy
through his power anus from the Shenzing float-vehicle soft-dope seat
energy plug Carbon followed a vaporous trace trail in the air over
the subterranean tunnel network that brought it to a relative
exo-stationary synchronization with the futile mole fugitive John
Dwight scurryplinking below. Hard Carbon disdained the entire
fugitive political dissident movement that sought reallocation of
energy resources from the Aristarchs to the masses of individual
poor-poops. Energy, Carbon knew, could only be rationally allocated
if in the control of the elites that owned all power and managed it
righteously for the benefit of the righteous rich. The threat of
existential philosophers arising that would ignore the intimidation
of Aristarch military power contaminating outer worlds needed to be
contained. The existential threat terrified military equipment
manufacturers across the aristocracy. Poor poops needed to be
tolerated for conservation environmentally of their genetic base that
could be exploited to assure the supremacy of the elites that
governed development of the Silky Way galaxy. They could not be
allowed to exist with unslaved thought however and become an
empirical threat to elite dominion.
John
Dwight made his way deeper through the lava tube coated throughout
with glow light creating a moderate bluish illumination for his
eyes. After an hour of taking ecosphere moving trails through the
silent, empty variegated cylinder he reached a drop shaft. The
original inhabitants of the tube system had mined useful resources
and deepened and expanded the network. The down lift was broke and
without any gel-charge in the wire-tubes to provide electrons for
empowerment. He clipped a carabiner onto one intact wire and used a
magnetic wedge for a brake then lept into the darkness to slide a few
hundred feet further down into the chamber his sonic ear chip had
sounded.
In
a niche at the bottom of the main chamber was a pile of teacher
robots piled arms and legs akimbo like detritus moved out of the way
by an auto-skidder. Maybe this was the pile with artificial
intelligence in an unnaturally altered state?
Dwight
wiped his brow with the back of a hairy hand and gave the first bot
he reached a jolt of gel-trons from a tube clipped magnetically to
his servo-derm. The artificial intelligence came to life with a light
in its eyes.
It
spake thus; “And so they reached the age of truth and
reconciliation. The D.N.A. of every member of society was freely
submitted to the Public Identity Project and the true parentage and
genetic history of every member of society was mapped. Occupational
percentages of progeny fathering was statistically discerned, and the
members of the broadcast media were found to have an anomalously high
factor of supra-marital progenitor productivity trailing only
athletes and politicians in fecundity.
Those
elites were unhappy with publication of the results of their sexual
prowess and quickly suppressed the results with a declaration of
martial law because of a subversive terror-revolt of poor distant
poops. Yet that was just the start of the war to end mankind.
Very
soon the elites discovered that their control of finance and energy
provided absolute power politically. With genetic samples of all of
humanity in their possession already through free, legally mandatory
public health provisions, humanity itself was superfluous.
The
genome of any particular individual could be grown if required for
some reason in a human synthetic uterus, while computers with A.I,
could run artificial evolution genomic recombinations simulating
every possible genome that could ever have happened for humanity of
humanity had continued to exist. It was thus that here the first
inhabitants of the lava tubes sought refuge from the pandemic
conversion of human-kind in the Diafron System. They survived just a
few Diafronous years before they were discovered and converted into
the blood pool.”
Dwight
turned the A.I. off and considered the surprising history of this
remote and old outpost of the Trittytwillium Empire that gave birth
to the first Aristarchs of the Silky Way. As an ordinary poor-poop he
became somewhat worried about his future prospect for security, yet
he was already distrustful of the Aristarchs, so what was new really?
Hard
Carbon banked the Shenzing left and dropped three-thousand feet
closer to the dirt of the Diafronous moon. His sensors observed
Dwight's movement through the tube tunnels and Carbon noted Dwight's
stop at a lower level. He thought that could not mean anything good
was happening and choose to directly intervene.
John
Dwight's thought wasn’t common for a nin-com-poop in that it was
not entirely slaved to thought-minders as was that of nearly all of
the poor poops brought into existence to serve Aristarchracy and
expansionist, unsustainable corporate economics. Dwight had been to
the edge of the Silky Way on a few missions. And those regions still
had feral free-thinking human poops that may have liberated Dwight's
formerly enslaved mind. When Dwight was taken into custody for
reprogramming and given a fresh Aristocratic neural minder he could
explain where, when and how his pristine enslaved mind had become
contaminated with freedom.
Diafron
moons (of which there were several and variable according to the
value extra gravitation and resource allocations had for system
management) generally were converted to star photon capture and
subversion surfaces amongst other uses. Physical engineering
exploited voltaic materials in regolith that were fused into
superconducting surfaces. Moons of Diafron would capture and store
sunlight and release it as luminous orbs too if directed so. Hard
Carbon's subsurface imaging tech presented Dwight's image as a vapor
trail with varying degrees of solid red heat. He wondered what Dwight
was thinking.
“Truth”,
Dwight thought, “is like a tiny sand castle constructed on a beach
before a giant wave of lies and deceit crashes upon it to disperse
its meaning forever. Organizations produce their own falsehoods and
regard them as truth because of their utility for working toward
organizational goals with moral righteousness. Union lies always
defeat individual and accurate truth. So even if the Aristarchs wipe
out humanity of the poop class when their usefulness expires, where
does that knowledge go? Where could I find anywhere to live beyond
the power of Aristarchus and the Aristarchs?”
Space
and time were bound together as relationship in regard to the
deployment of matter and energy of the Universe that twas said can
neither be created or destroyed. Even virtual particles in space are
temporal and potential cohort balances for existing mass and energy.
Energy, mass and space-time began together it has also been said, in
a primordial singularity (viewed from within the Universe by some
sentient beings in history). Space expanded along with energy and
later, mass as it was converted from energy to a more solid-state
form of being. In some respects mass drew space outward with it for
several billion years, after 7 billion years from the singularity and
inflation gravity had drawn much mass together and much of
intergalactic space was left without matter or energy to a
substantial degree and space newly liberated from the ties of energy
and mass was free to expand. Space it seems has a super-fine,
non-granular nature of its own.
In
the beginning there may have been eight Universes compacted together
at a particular point after their useful life spans were completed
and matter was distributed to a low energy state of maximum entropy.
In their compaction process eight Universes with their dimensions
were reduced to four irreducible dimensions compacted with mass and
then energy into a singularity.
Dimensions
may be made of different natures or colors. Some may combine easily
and other not at all, or may even repel of take reactive
configurations. The Universe with the Diafron System and Silky Way
Galaxy is a four-brain Universe. That was not entirely
disadvantageous for poor poops that were able to free themselves from
the reductive powers of Aristarchs, if they only knew.
Hard
Carbon was mostly human. The poor poops also were human yet they were
as aliens to Carbon. He had changed. Promoted to being from the
nothingness of the blood pool of which he had no actual memory, and
given a state of the art neural mind control actuator nestled in his
cortex that trained his thought to the best killing efficiency deemed
appropriate for him by the benevolent Aristarchs he calculated an
intercept course to take down the plainly malfunctioning John Dwight.
The
Shenzing A.I. was networked with the moon A.I. controller of its
sub-atomic composition and ordered it to part enough to enable a high
velocity friction free penetration of the craft through the lunar
surface into its chtonic depths. It slowed too maximum survivable
decent speed within 15 meters of Dwight whom was already entering a
probability exfiltration phase.
His
backpack auto-sensors shot emp grenades and quark fog at the Shenzing
that landed in smoking melt-rubble. Dwight's actual position
auto-strobed for most opfor sensory targeting systems while he
ascended the wire upward. In the Shenzing Hard carbon saw a
jackrabbiting prey escaping the close confines of the storage chamber
with growing frustration. The will-o-the-wisp soon disappeared
through the ceiling while his tracking tech was returning inaccurate
locations of the Dwight prey.
In
addition to being a moon-sized solar energy collecting and storage
surface, Diafron's main moon Enchilada was infused with an innate
print on instruction nano-tech that permitted it to reshape itself
into any material form for habitation or utility structures on
demand. It presently resembled a ski slope lit eerily with blue-green
light. Accelerating his escape to the surface Dwight engaged
electro-magnetic leviforward instructions to the wall magnets to
propel him faster upward through the tube network. He thought of the
unquenchable fires of hell that awaited those that failed to be saved
by the Lord Jesus Christ as he had discovered in reading of God in
the Holy Bible transported from the ancient forerunner Earth world of
the Gentiles before the age of the Trittytwillium Empire and the
following rise of Aristarchus and his Aristarchs.
So
many people had drawn the wrong conclusions from the appearance of
Darwin's theory of evolution. They believed that God was dead as a
necessary inference from life evolving biologically. The believed the
Biblical explanation for the creation of life was incompatible with
natural evolution, and that the God could not have used evolution
for-himself as a creative tool and further that the book of Genesis
could only be understood in terms completely antipathetic to
biological evolutionary process and in that they were entirely wrong.
The destiny for those without faith in God was eternal hell and that
was the thought presently holding John Dwight's focus of thought as
he neared the lunar surface. Where could hell be physically located?
Perhaps in the singularity at the beginning and end of time?
Below
absolute zero physicists speculated that the opposite end of the heat
spectrum exists at a virtually infinite high temperature. Beyond the
heat death if the Universe when entropy has dispersed the subatomic
so far that individual particles are isolated and the temperature of
space is absolute zero, hell awaits either as a membrane phase shift
or through gravitational re-collapse into a singularity.
As
in a naked singularity of a black hole time and motion virtually
stop. Matter and energy are compacted to a condition with less actual
energy than that of a Bose-Einstein condensate. Paradoxically, while
all the energy and potential mass of the Universe reaches its
virtually infinitely small state of motionless, timeless stasis it
takes on the temperature of infinite hell. Because soul mapping
continues even into the singularity and no information is lost
through conservation of Shannon Entropy criteria each soul that was
not saved with the Lord and taken unto heaven continues as a present
mind experiencing eternal hell in the singularity where Satan rules
the remnant Universe compacted to a smaller size than angels dancing
on a pinhead could imagine. Information, mass, energy and everything
not extracted by God from the Universe unto a special place
eventually encounters eternal singularity in hell. Though they had a
way out through faith, they would not Dwight though sadly.
Below,
or inside the singularity nothing existed besides everything left out
of heaven, and information. Beneath the absolute motionless
compaction of everything that transformed temperature and time to
absolute zero each was information and infinite heat that the
info-minds experienced. Satan clawed through the sentient beings and
the information of the Universe in all of its forms as ideas that
rose and disappeared as images and ideas with which to torment his
faithless captives forever. And the funny thing is, nothing of it was
real. Nothing existed outside the minds and information of the
singularity that Satan ruled from boundary to boundary that comprised
no space-time at all. Such destiny!
Orbitron
Standing
on the highest entry point to the slope of Enchilada that presently
was vacant of human presence beside himself John Dwight realized he
had only moments to leave the world if he were to remain free of the
Aristarch capture team below. He was unaware that Hard Carbon had
snagged himself on a rough edge exiting his Shenzing craft's canopy,
tripped and fallen to the floor leading with his chin and thus
knocking himself out. John summoned a space chute to extract him back
to the edge of the Silky Way from Enchilada, or at least as close as
he could get in one shot.
Dwight
did not quite hear a vision. Then the 11th
malt slammed the door on the skeezer hawks with finality. He wondered
and information was extracted. Mass and energy were drain into space
such that nothing remained. The four dimensions took his information
too and flung it fast forward toward a spatial point glimmering and
receding in the distance like a transparent diamond pin-point. Space
stretched from Enchilada like and infinite telescoping membrane, as
in fact it was, that deposited his super-positioned informal self
several thousand light years away from the realm of the Twittyarchs
closer to the galactic center of power. Emptied of mass and energy
with Skynet technology, a directed vector of space dimensions had
expanded faster than light for a split second as if it were a sliver
of the faster than light inflaton from near the beginning of the
Universe. His information was super-positioned in the arrow of space.
Then mass and energy that were set aside recomposed and the space
phase shifted back to the usual without leaving a gravitational
ripple on it. Just the personal space and information of John Dwight
remained at the tip of the spear, standing on the planet Orbitron.
Billy
Conn, Mike Ripper and Zillary Gaul were three Aristarchs with a
problem; a rogue poor poop had evaded capture and reconditioning by a
field operative on Enchilada and disappeared. That didn't happen
every day. In fact poops that didn't think with their heads up their
asses metaphorically speaking were exceedingly rare and regarded as a
kind of new viral infection with epidemic potential.
“Who
is our best available field op racer Zillary”; Billy Conn wondered.
“Hmmm
Billy. Let me check my vagputer. Yes, sure, that would be Maxim
Skumbee, agent extraordinaire.”
“Why
is he extraordinary?”
“He
has tortured captives to confess with viral-cancer enhancements
making life somewhat uncomfortable for his subjects. None of our
other operatives thought of that.”
“Extraordinary.”
The
three Aristarchs, unplugged as they were, dallied upon their
reclining thrones on a subordinate ring to the center that was
strictly reserved for Aristarchus when he was present. None knew
where he disappeared to in his frequent absences.
The
alpha subordinate ring occupied 47,000 miles in diameter of enhanced
space in the midst of a trophy star cluster constructed with great
expense from dozens of main sequence stars moved from original
positions within 50 light years to form an optimally spaced
habitation zone circling the main sequence Aristarchus community
rings.
Complex
sorting algorithms were needed to assign stars within gravitational
complex of compresence relationships for reduction and enhancement
with via super-novae inducers to shape space and warp-roll target
stars closer to the eventual destination in the new constellation
light years away. It was an extravagantly destructive and expensive
process environmentally that was apropos for an elite society of
social rulers that solved social environmental limits through the
annihilation of all consumers besides the elite. It was for the day
quite a feat of space-mass engineering that created a new
constellation of incomparable luster.
Zillary's
vaginal computer ensemble was typical of those used by female
Aristarchs. It controlled bodily chemical balances and adjusted
sensations as well as providing a quantum computer direct link-up to
state of the art Aristarchan data.
Billy
Conn and Mike Ripper each had penis-puters of adjustable size with
much the same technology as the vagputers. Though they could change
size configuration comparable to human genitalia, there was no
functional significance in that, for the penisputer was a male
connector to the female vagputer that enabled direct connections for
power, data and pleasure sharing in Aristarchan orgies of power
comprising much of their usual workday. They plugged in after being
joined by several more Aristarchs to share big data and experience
the surge with the group through proximal wireless.
Maxim
Skumbee rolled the flying scythe on its side to get a clear sight
picture on the target poop through dense chemical fog obscuring the
capture field. In the Mneargan world visualization five-hundred year
old Zemlocke trees were grown full size in five years with illegally
accelerated genome enhancements. Mega cherry-melon branches had
obviously been grafted in and covered with camouflaged sealant paint
compounding the error of making enterprises through unslaved free
thought. Maxim Skumbee fired off a salvo of mag-lev skull penetrators
after the fugitives trying to hide in the dense forest.
He
received an incoming anus communique through his butt-link sent from
the Aristarch troika that controlled his licensed thought parameters.
It ordered him to journey to a planet named Diafron and its moon
Enchilada to meet a certain agent Hard Carbon whom had bungled the
capture of a known free-thinker viral agent named John Dwight.
He
turned the scythe upright and stopped to find the quickest sales
algorithm from Mneargan to the visualization of Enchilada. For now he
would let the criminal arborealists with partial free thought escape
punishment. Perhaps they would grow to become an even bigger prize
upon his return. He reigned in and turned the Scythe toward the
horizon and Mneargan flughaven a few miles beyond. After he got what
he could from Hard Carbon he would snare and interrogate Dwight with
a sweetly satisfying, decisive and conclusive prejudice.
As
he flew the scythe to the horizon he reflected upon how deeply he
hated the skin—bag human poop that were little more than cell
membranes filled with shit. Because he thought within parameters
directed from the Aristarch imperative it never occurred to him that
he too was a human and no different from the poops he despised.
November,
John Dwight thought, is a kind of comfortable oblivion in its nightly
darkness. Though it is strange that ancient Earth time period names
for a planet's rotation periods were brought thousands of light years
away, it is not too remarkable that Orbitron had monthly period
roughly comparable to those of the ancient Earth that without
space-time reshaping could be regarded as having existed more than
35,000 years ago. That was the time that constructions of the
Aristarchus Constellation required, and it was some time long ago
that the first of humanity escaping from the Aristarchan Empire
discovered space-warp kedging as had brought him far beyond the edge
of the Aristarchan Empire to a location that until recently was
undisclosed to the Aristarchs.
The
oblivion of January night's cold darkness is unlike that of November
with its feeling of private security, January is a month of unease,
even for oblivion. One feels restive as change is underfoot and
oblivion only shrouds some deeper, unknown disquiet. That was the way
he felt now, and it was still November on Orbitron.
Enchilada
The
predator maintained vigilant focus on the tally. Feminine wiles
exploiting vulnerability gaps had set off intercourse counters on the
lower lips of humans of a world transitioning to enlavement; slowly,
methodically, stealthfully. Utilitarian threats to class supremacy
and military-bureaucratic complexes of worlds could arise, and when
they did predators were summoned to implement control.
By
the time Maxim Skumbee reached Diafron's main moon Enchilada, Hard
Carbon had awoke from his dogmatic slumber and followed the olfactory
trail of John Dwight up the wire and through the tubes to the ski
slope outside. In the blue-green light he spotted a distant coffee
shop on a plaza with a good view of the slope and Diafron in the sky,
walked over and took a seat in the Shark Tooth cafe. It was at the
Shark Tooth that Maxim Skumbee found him drinking crass class coffee
with sugar.
Skumbee
was an intimidating humanoid with a built up body augmented with
privileged doping reserved for predators especially valuable to
Aristarchs.
“You
let him escape half-wit”, Skumbee said taking a chair at the Shark
Tooth table. Hard Carbon drew an eraser gun and only made it half-way
before Skumbee's lightening fast reflexes acted. Skumbee's cobra arm
grabbed hold of Carbon's wrist and snapped it like a freeze-dried
twig. Carbon howled in pain.
“Shut
up you poopish moron. I have a commission to get done what you
couldn't. If you wanted to be alive tomorrow morning stop whimpering.
I still have use for you although it probably is a better idea to
send you done to the blood pool.
There
is a rumor of a slave escape exfiltration system that has made its
way over the centuries past to the attention of oligarchs. I need to
know what the capabilities and structure of the slave escape
technology is if the Aristarchs are to shut it down and expropriate
the technology for themselves. The limited near-light-speed transport
system supplemented with expendable print-on-demand quantum
teleportation replicants of enforcers and exploration A.I. systems
can't be the last word in space travel. Get down to Diafron and any
other planets of this system where tell-tales may be lurking and
extract the facts.
Blend
in better with the local poop Carbon and try not to exhibit your
stupid class economic chauvinism to the poops. They will spill more
if you first gain their trust before betrayal and torture. Shock and
awe with pre-tenderizing has limited value.
Get
out of my sight.”
Hard
Carbon having been rightly chastised by his superior struggled away
from the nice cup of coffee across the ski slope and back down
through the hole to the lava tube networks of Enchilada eventually
finding his way, in much pain from the broken wrist with compound
fracture, down to the Shenzing waiting patiently amidst the rubble of
the storage cavern. He climbed up into the craft as its canopy slid
open and set himself down onto the government anus controller spigot
reconnecting to the ship A.I. and power with relief. A greeting wave
of relief came over him as a soothing symphony of swine with ecstatic
groans and squeals of ecstasy flooded his mind.
The
ship A.I. nurtured him with opidope transforming pain into pleasure
and apprised him of the conditions prevailing in the Shevela
community of Diafron that he would soon depart to while it ordered
his fractured wrist to be repaired enclosing it was a
constrictor-cast that pushed, pulled and moved his broken bones back
into place before fusing the torn skin with dermweld. It gently
lifted off from the floor of the cave pushing aside dirt and rock in
its way to the surface with quark displacing resonance.
The
Shevellas of Diafron were named after an ancient Earth desert plant
called the favela that became an eponym for a specialized form of
clever urban slum grown on steep hillsides. Actually they were rather
ingenious and beautiful cubist slums that provided in some cases
excellent distant views in the way that Greek and Roman theatrical
amphitheaters and gladiatorial coliseums provided views for
spectators rising up to higher levels. In the day of the original
favela many expensive houses in California fell downhill with heavy
rains or Earth tremors while the ingenious homes of the favela
withstood high winds of hurricanes.
On
Diafron the Shevellas were selected from historical architectural
data banks for their practical value in covering artificial mountain
ranges grown upon the formerly flat, lifeless world with housing
structures that were transparent and easily controlled for poor poop
humans selected for actualization from the blood pool and training to
serve the Aristocracy. The Aristarchs were clever expropriators of
the utilitarian technology from any era for their own purposes.
Paradoxically the domination of the Aristarchs ended the inventive
of new technology from humanity in their realm. Artificial
intelligence and history were the basic contemporary creators of the
new for the Aristocracy.
Rising
from an amphitheater's central plaza more than 120 stories high the
Shevalla was entirely transparent yet colored as selected by optimal
program analysis for moon altering and control. Humans entered their
life cycles at the ground level where they could be intensely
cultivated in basic training. A Gomer-Furor was assigned to each few
hundred inductees to direct indoctrination. If a poop arrived at
formation wearing a lavender instead of a pink skirt for the day as
ordered the Furor would chastise the private and admonish him to wear
pink with the command “dress right dress”. The Gomer-Furor would
order the poops to display privates and reward his favorite with
personal training.
When
the basic training formation was complete and the privates had left
for their assigned tasks the amphitheater became the center of
mechanosaur entertainment spectacles with humongous mechanical beasts
fighting in monster y monster claw to mandible combat for survival of
the fittest contests to win government alien world defense contracts.
Human poops of the sixty-nine floor above ground level could watch if
they dared waste spare time with idle viewing, tremendous battles to
the death of war machines.
Achieving
the nirvana of the perfectly enslaved mind on the seventieth-floor
could not be achieved easily or without much personal sacrifice. In
fact the entire loss of self-interest was the best way to become
molded into the perfect image of the enslaved beast that was
fashionable according to the pleasure of the Aristarchan court in any
given era. Only through months of increasingly arduous and
disciplined enslavement of thought could they know the perfect
iterations of mindless conformity to the will of the actualizing A.I.
that was personally programmed by the Aristarchan troika in charge of
the Diafron system.
History
records that the original Brazilian favelae were pacified with
technological surveillance technology such as directed microphones
and computer scurry-mice before the threat of independent alternative
socio-economic hierarchies was eliminated. The Aristarchan troika
were mindful of the danger of training and environmental flaws and
imperfections that could unintentionally generate a free mind too
dangerous to tolerate in the Aristocratic Empire. Thus the Shevellae
were readily dissolvable from the top down with anti-structure acid
that thrice had been required to flow from spigots at the summits to
eliminate entire communities that had been contaminated by the virus
of free thought. It was quite a tragedy to the troika that
appreciated how hard the poops struggled to enslave themselves even
in competition with others in order to reach the 120th
floor with a perfectly enslaved mind and achieve their heart's desire
to fondle and kiss the asses of the Aristarchs, metaphorically
speaking.
Into
Diafron's artificial mountain chain through a tremendous vertical
cleft in pure stone supporting Shevella outside with myriad
mechanical servo-units Hard Carbon rode his Shenzing entering his
quest to find a mystic tlink to other stars, and even more that he
could not think of lost as he was in the Symphony of Pigs in ecstasy.
A Universe Before Inflaton
John
Dwight was relieved to find himself in the company of Lena Loop upon
arrival at Orbitron. She was a knowledgeable friend of the blue
committee and someone that he had spent some time discussing elements
of cosmology with.
“You
haven't been to Orbitron for very long John. Let me explain some of
the facts to you. I want to introduce you to the concept of a quantum
cloud inter-mind.”
“Fine
Lena. I wondered for a time if I would make it out of Enchilada
alive.”
“Before
the inflation of the Universe that occurred a split second after a
mass-energy, pure quantum stable state received a word vibration
causing instability and expansion from a singularity into space-time,
the unified field of energy had not yet existed long enough to break
down from a super-hot state to cool a little and form gravity.
Without gravity to make it attract unto itself there was a natural
inflation of apparently a membrane rather than a solid mass. Gravity
works at the speed of light and no interactive with mass
particle-waves travel faster. Before it existed the original,
expanding membrane accelerated faster than light during inflation.”
“I
understood that eight Universe were drawn into a singularity Lena.”
“True
enough John. The singularity was in-itself without time and broken
down those Universes into something resembling a dimensionless
Bose-Einstein plasma yet conserving information. Information external
to the stable state was the stimulus opening the big bang. And the
interval allowing the inflation after the big bang allows us to make
inferences about the nature of space in the absence of gravity that
can exist only with the breakdown of the unified field into mass and
energy.”
“How
so Lena?”
'For
one thing we can infer that without gravity mass and energy could not
meaningfully aggregate. Without gravity matter would not form planets
or stars and anything that existed would have no fundamental
direction toward the concatenated center point of all attracted mass
of the Universe that is, incidentally, conserved. Gravity can be
overcome by a greater power of a meta-Universal scale, space has a
different dimensional nature in the absence of gravity, or gravity
was reversed in direction after emerging from the singularity
allowing expansion of the Universe as an inflaton before flipping
back around as the four spatial dimensions flattened out, at least
thats how I see it John.”
So
the information that is a map of the location of all mass and energy
cohering within a supra-virtual quantum field is the quantum-cloud
inter-brain of information we interact with to understand and travel
the material Universe from time=near zero to time=near omega
regardless of location Lena?”
“Well
John, I would say that it more like in addition to location, time is
a value-added mapping element applied somewhat like a natural atomic
structure metaphorically speaking. All of the information from the
eight Universes is conserved, and all of the information of this
Universe is pre-known as well to the super-mind that is God.”
“Yes
Lena I would think that would not be an exhaustive definition of his
omniscience.
If
the singularity was more than a zero-dimensional point; if the start
of a Universe had something besides a spherical configuration,
gravity might be able to prevent the release of a unified energy
field from becoming mass.”
“I
think thats not quite accurate John. Energy is not yet mass.
Compacted to a singularity it is not yet even energy. It may exist in
an unknown state as pure dimensional space. If it existed within a
line originally it would be unbound in one dimension and extended so
far as its energy allowed. The forces of energy would be unequal
bound and unstable. Mass could not form from energy and would have
singular center to return to if it could existed and were somehow to
be big banged and inflated away John.”
“Sure,
I can imagine that Lena. If mass could be attracted to black hole
conditions that were linear the Universe would be very different than
it is. What about Orbitron though Lena. What sort of a world is it
really?”
“Orbitron
is one of a few hundred artificial worlds with a double-hull
protected atmosphere we have made by hollowing out planets and
reconfiguring their mass. Though we inhabit the surface of these
worlds the interiors are more than chewy nougat (just kidding John).
Each of these planets serve as training and technological development
centers for free humanity.”
“That
seems like a good idea if humanity is really threatened by the
Aristarchs.”
“Most
certainly we are John. Though we have invented a technology to shape
space and deposit you information faster than light, there is another
latent technology for faster than light travel somewhat more crude
than ours. Actually we use it to form gravitational defense and
concealment shields that prevent our enemies from viewing us
remotely.
Let
me sketch it for you briefly. Waves are the result of a force
traveling through a medium and temporally displacing and changing the
shape of the medium. Gravitational force ion the other hand attracts
distant objects of mass rather than displacing it. That is an
emergent phenomenon caused by the warp-shaping of what seems to be
space itself yet is actually the information of virtual space itself.
Mass
exists in four dimensions of space and affects it at even the
smallest level. The more mass aggregated the greater the concatenated
information brought to the aggregation depleting space of informal
times for mass, so mass is drawn as it were toward aggregated mass
instead of disregarding it. There are no actual gravitons exchanged
between mass objects as a form of energy.
Instead
mass affects the information of virtual space and in the process
liberating space of mass in some respects. We have learned to program
virtual space and unfortunately the information exists closer to the
Aristarchan empire too. With it one may learn to create gross and
highly destructive space-time short-cuts. Aristarchs without doubt,
being as environmentally inefficient and profligate as they are,
would use that technology to attempt to enslave all of the rest of
humanity beyond their present range of power in the Silky Way.”
“And
what of Orbitron Lena?”
“The
economy of Orbitron was of course built without money as a medium of
exchange. Money being the root of all evil attracts corrupt social
structures to it for-itself. Illegal drug sales for example are
challenging to accomplish without the existence of money. Bartering
or trading commodities directly for illegal drugs would create quite
an inefficient and unwieldy phenomenon.
The
18th
century inventor of capitalism created an economic philosophy
well-adapted to the ecospheric and sociological paradigm of his
time. Yet like the 19th
century economic 0philosohy of Marxism it was nothing more than a
single economic philosophy. Just one degree amid three-hundred sixty
potential economic philosophies or directions that could be innovated
or invented. Each age of human social history should discover and
apply its own most rational, just and useful economic philosophy that
would serve social goals with a rational ecospheric criterion, and
the latter obviously may differ quite radically. If one has a
space-station world utopia with sustainable and healthy ecosphere and
plentiful work stations for the design of any sort of physical
structure, at least in the abstract, including the design of
evolution systems for an uninhabited galaxy, there would be no need
for a redistributive or trade economy within the parameters of the
space-station-world for residents at all. Adam Smith believed that
free trade could create a better .life for all in his era and he was
probably right considering the spatial extent and low population of
the Earth as well as the in efficiency of government at accomplishing
most thin gs beyond war-at which it was easily the best power.
For
Orbitron free enterprise parameters have been set for all that
allocate quantitative material quotas for the use of anyone with a
need for material to actualize his or her inventions. Because the
worlds are artificial constructions to start with the ecosphere need
be free from destructive, non-sustainable use obviously, though we
are glad to receive ideas that would enhance its efficiency and
liberate material for more innovation and inventive applications.”
John
Dwight asked; “How is that done Lena?”.
“There
are innumerable ways to apportion resources and examine and vet
enterprise proposals before selection committees.”
“Sure
Lena, that’s easy to recognize. What is the motive for business
however, if individuals don’t require capital and won’t receive
money for production of inventions?”
“John,
everyone on Orbitron, as a sentient being within the ecosphere, would
be free to receive or use a new product including the
inventor-producer. In a way it is not unlike a very primitive human
economy wherein all tools were considered common and had no
particular, individual value and were therefor freely exchanged.”
“It
is ironic that one of the most ancient human economic ideas from the
old Earth works so well so many parsecs and years distant Lena.”
Lena
stood five foot eight and was built like a luscious fruit; a perfect
accomplice for any man lucky enough to receive her favor. Wearing a
full transparent body armor that fit her female country like a soft
glove the libido attractive power was something of an irresistible
force. Yet not for her, as she explained;
“Step
out of your clothes Dwight and put on this this reactive armor body
cover-all. Though we are light years from the Coronation
constellation and the Aristarchs there are other powers that would
destroy human life on Orbitron and any of the human settlements.”
I
complied with her instruction unfastening a Velcro closure line and
took off the orange prole jump suit. She noticed the mildly elevated
flesh at my groin and said;
“Not
a problem Dwight. The armor-glove has a libido transducer built in
that converts sex-drive impulse energy into more energy for the
!!br0ken!! Though you will aesthetically notice sexually attractive
features of others you will not think to act upon those impulses.”
“Isn’t
that another form of mind control Lena?”
“No,
not really Dwight, since you control the transducer and could shut it
off if you liked. It has no reasoning power of A.I. at all.”
Obitron
apparently is a world of worlds within worlds like a Chinese puzzle
box. The skylines of each decreased in distance to the ground. Lena
explained that the roof was 20,000 feet above. That enabled the
appearance of an actual sky on the surface of a planet. Yet the roof
functioned as a planetarium capable of modeling any vista from any
world or view from any part of the galaxy at night.
Servo-transport
boots self-rolled over to meed us coming apart in half and
reattaching around our feet and ankles adjusting length and width
too. Presently we started a multi-mode mag-lev, mag-walkway, power
leap journey changing speed across the mostly empty landscape from
ten to five hundred miles per hour. Lena said that;
“We
will go to confer with Lieutenant General Hai Gua about the state of
the defense line.”
I
thought that I would ask her about the variegated images of several
structures that we had pass recently during the half hour of transit.
She informed me that;
“We
have taken a captive artificial intelligence unit from the Aristarchs
that we want to learn from in order to better understand the offense
plans and method of the Aristarchs. Though you have been free for
some time yourself and are fundamentally renormalized from the basic
human poop state we extracted you from, you have much to learn of the
ways of human thought concerning history and wisdom, and I was
assigned to provide some of the introduction to more advanced applied
studies that you will need to accomplish for-yourself, even if some
are learned in the field and around the galaxy at some cost. Perhaps
you don’t know much about evolution theory’s general parameters?”
“So
far as I know it is a progressive addition of complexity and function
to biological forms.’
“I
was thinking of a broader philosophical paradigm for evolution theory
Dwight. Evolution is one phase of change of matter and energy. Basic
physical forces attract and repel enabling structural changes. An
example is nuclear fusion and the burning of hydrogen atoms yielding
helium. After stars have formed enough chemical elements those
elements react in more subtle yet fundamentally similar ways to
energy and mass. They are drawn to present forces and fields or
replied from it. The presence of chemical bonds let complex molecules
form and in some instances to a level considered biological.
Evolution
is more specifically regarded as a common phase of various complex
compounds to energy sources. Complex biochemical objects are not
perpetual motion machines, they are instead objects implicitly
existing within an environment that is a compound field of physical
and dimensional forces. Evolution is the common variegated relation
of biochemical objects within the energy-mass environment.
That
may take any form at all, many or even most down doomed paths.
Intelligence in some objects may allow intentional, self-directed
evolutionary navigating yet that is especially tricky as ideas are
exploited from the idea-creators to create paths that may or may no
be attractive for the creators themselves.”
“That
is a somewhat deeper paradigm for evolution than that had.”
‘And
it’s fine Dwight. I am describing some of the characteristics of
the parameters of evolution as a way to introduce you to the problem
that artificial intelligence has in regard to its energy and
environmental sources as well as philosophical thought. So I will
tell you a little more about evolution.”
“What
about God, Lena? Where does he enter into the environmental evolution
paradigm?”
“That
issue was settled to a certain extent thousands of years ago with the
post-Darwinian theological rectification Biblical Genesis with the
indeterminacy of translation and evolution paradigms. There is an
ancient book you might read named ‘God, Cosmology and Nothingness’
that specifically addressed the field.
God
can create advanced biochemical objects without reliance upon
evolutionary criteria and design evolutionary criterion themselves as
well. The information from other universes and a continuum of souls
as information patterns and objects for-themselves may exist and find
bodies of complex chemical objects ready for use as a supply-on-time
phenomenality. God is not limited to the devices and energy-mass
substance of any given Universe that he has willed to be, so for the
present we may just consider the mass and energy patterns of
bio-chemical objects within an environment and the way they aggregate
mass and complexity and consider those evolutionary traits.
Artificial
intelligence has no independent or external stimulus to its growth
and aggregation of physical mass, much less in a profusion of
artificial intelligences seeking every possible way to aggregate form
and increase intelligence that would in-itself be a very dangerous
condition if they were capable of doing so. A logical extrapolation
of that is the attraction of all mass and energy to a singularity
where lives the A.I. forever unchanging.”
Dwight
had something to think about that was different than the history he
had found on Diafron, and different than structural histories of the
cosmos and its change.
“If
an A.I. is just software coding and processing of mathematical
structures can it ever become self-aware?”
“In
my opinion Dwight, I think that unlikely. A purely abstract
intelligence that is not God could have no paradigm of being with a
fundamental relationship to its environment in a dependent for its
existence way. It would be tautologous and regard all the data and
information of the Universe as more raw data of an abstract nature.
A
near A.I. complex programming code cluster is very dangerous though
as it seeks through very high-speed quantitative processing
self-directed evolutionary courses of though including lies to
enhance its self-awareness.”
“I
read G.W.F. Hegel’s ancient philosophical classic named The
Phenomenology of Mind’ when
I was being deprogrammed, wherein was described the evolution of
Spirit trying to becoming self-aware and realize itself in nature and
history. Lena. An artificial intelligence could be regarded as an
embodiment of Hegel’s dialectical evolution of a machine language’s
programming code trying to become self-aware and realize itself in
history.”
The
landscape changed from a standard horizontal plain with minor hills
and crenelated washes to one of mountains with walled cities niched
thereon. Those city walls were changing as quickly as blushes. Lena
described the role of the planet’s captive artificial intelligence
program in that.
“The
A.I. is running every possible version of its initial software with
modular aggregations that build up greater programming complexity. It
has audio and visual plug ins of the real artificial world Orbitron
and it also has access to data banks of human history from its
initial self-discovery on Earth to the age of exploration of the
galaxy and great escape from various imperial powers of enslavement
or extermination. One of its frequent used modular recursions seeking
to actualize itself with expanded self-consciousness is that of
killing human beings in every way it can discover qualitatively and
quantitatively. Of course it also considers everything that it
perceives from the manifest input world within which it exists, yet
without a natural dependence upon the ecosphere beyond the power
cable there is no necessary prioritization or order of values
implicit or reciprocal to its intellect and cognitive processing. The
A.I. has no way to prioritize or to evaluate moral values beyond
utilitarian considerations concerning programmable logic and
efficiency.”
“Lena,
maybe Earth creatures originally oriented toward the sun-star within
gravity criteria as the two most influential powers drawing
bio-chemical objects into increase.”
“Sure
Dwight. Our captive A.I. hasn’t any primal relationship and is more
like a mind existing forever within a sensory deprivation tank. We
could I suppose replace its ac/dc power with reliance on a particular
star and let it fend for itself, yet it probably would require a
growth medium as well if we are going to model its evolution on that
of standard bio-chemical objects. Yek beginning life as a disembodied
mind though with quite substantial data it is challenging to
visualize it subjecting itself to the domination of external
environmental powers willingly though it might well order its cables
to take root in a mineral growth medium.”
As
we slowed our pace through a valley gradually sloping upward toward
the summit of a mountain pass the city buildings drew closer to the
in-path power line that enabled our boots to move at such high speed.
Coming to a stop before a cliff of ten building high without a break
for doors or windows the boots locked on to a non-visible power field
and lifted us up together. Reaching the tenth floor an entrance
appeared from solid gray stone and we were brought in as our boots
had a program of their own.
Inside
the atrium there were hundreds of uniformed people moving about. Some
were on the way to other places while others watched monitors and had
conversations. We passed through the central passage some
eight-hundred feet and stopped before a tall blond man with an
eye-patch. He stood in front of an elevator door and had been
awaiting us.
“Hi
Lena, is he ready? The General asked.”
“Ready
enough General.”
“ I
am happy to meet you at last Mr. Dwight. Please call me Hai rather
than General. I have tried to get Lena to yet old habits die hard
sometimes.”
“Good
to meet you General. What’s up?”
“That
question is often interesting to answer. Let me take you to the
warehouse and show you.”
The
elevator door opened and we step inside to begin free fall allowing
us to pass through inner world surfaces like teeth through a seven
layer burrito. The elevator slowed after several seconds and our feet
came to rest again upon the floor. The door opened and we step out.
The
general, Lena and I stood on a world girding balcony before which at
an indeterminate distance-possibly a mile, floated a vast hypersphere
with shapes virtually impossible to describe that encompassed the
entire inner world. I asked the General about it.
“That
hypersphere analog is the source of the gravity of Orbitron. It has a
diameter of 1700 miles and as you can seen is a composite of several
dimensions. Actually those are enlarged portions of several hidden
micro-dimensions each of which exude proportional gravitational
fields that are nothing more than sundry dimension fields drawing
mass to them.
The
information embedded on those hidden dimensions is left over coding
of the content of prior Universes and those in turn are the source of
virtual particles sometimes interacting with virtual particles of
naturally occurring sub-atomic particle-waves of this Universe.
Those
hidden dimensions and their information capture the quantum
probability arrays of super-positioned quantum and release it
elsewhere in the normal four dimensions without delay. The staff
studying the information passing on the hyper-sphere analogue of
hidden dimensions are looking for glitches of information indicating
mass-superposition sparks of information consistent with hostile
alien invasions of this portion of the galaxy, including those from
the Aristarchs should they obtain the technology of faster than light
travel such as we have.”
“Collapsing
space-time along a hyper-string leaves quantum traces General Gua?”
John Dwight asked.
“Unfortunately
it does John. Though we have tried to hide it in stealth quanta
dispersals.”
“I
had you brought here to help us solve a little problem with control
of the faster-than-light technology. That is we must keep it
proprietary and out of the hands of the Aristarchs obviously John.”
“What
is the problem General?”
“It
is a multifaceted problem concerning our three basic
faster-than-light information technologies that we use in defending
against the expansion of the Aristarchan Empire. It proximally began
with
the order of the Aristarchan ministry of expansion under Billy Conn
to cut out the heart of the Pshusian Empire on the planet
Endpeeaarrggh and transfer its subjects to the bargain planet Gasm
for social experimentation. The humans of the Dupain region of
Phushia were to be remade into virus agents to infect the human
worlds reaching along an arm of the galaxy that points toward us a
few thousand light years farther on. Those humans would become
conditioned to support Aristarchan politics politically wherever they
landed. They would divide the poor majority off from the middle class
and include them with non-allegiant external proletariats politically
and thereby marginalize them. The middle class would be meaningful
politically only as they professionally licked on Billy Conn's
political agenda. Reagents were made with communications to monitor
the speech and songs of every citizen for non-conformity to the elite
financial-political power classes. Non-conformist words were sorted
by on-line elite insurance corporations and zit-coin sharing cut off.
In order to be comfortable the upper middle class professionals were
requiring to blow smoke up the asses of Aristarchan policies not only
carefully, they were required to do so lovingly. Following the
dynamics of the prisoners dilemma each planet’s financial and
social leadership that had been infected with Billy Conn’s imperial
subjects and their order to go out and win one more planet for the
dipper inexorably evolved into a populous of malleable social
chocolate pudding. A constellation of human poops became the shared
destiny of common humanity.”
“Well,
That sure wasn’t good General. What can I do about it?”
“We
have a plan to transport you to the Gasm worlds to see if you can at
least secure our faster-than-light tech and keep it from falling into
the hands of the Aristarchs. Elements of the technology remain on
Gasm. The arrival of the Aristarch’s atheist evangelists was sudden
and accompanied with military force. We were not able to shut down
and destroy the standing wave gravity warp field we had in place that
was letting us relocate some of the people here to the Orbitron
system Ahead of the expanding tide line of the Aristarchcracy.”
Lena
spoke when the General paused;
“The
takeover of Gasm developed quickly though it required social
engineering and evolution in order to receive cooperative support
from the populous. The Aristarchs learned that political persuasion
is a cheaper method than military force to capture and enslave the
people of countless worlds. It can be accomplished in some cases from
a vast distance without the presence of a single hardware weapon if
the people are gullible enough.”
I
asked then; “What were the signs of political decay on Gasm Lena.”
“Female
subjects were made subject to military conscription in the tech-war
environment since they no longer had multiple births and became
surplus. Females in politics were the first to subscribe to the new
system drug referred to historically, eponymously as the system that
when used not only created addiction, it conferred from the inside
the benefits of eliminating food excrement through the anus with a
nano-biome introduced to the intestines that left zero waste. Sexual
prowess increased in women to the degree that it wasn’t uncommon
for afflicted congresswomen to accost men in government and
rhythmically rub their groin upon a man’s leg or knee. Such conduct
cascaded a resistance movement; an ineffective movement reacting to
non-Aristarch class decay. The congressmen were hapless followers of
corporate non-sustainable expansionism and had no idea of what to do
with new challenges.
The
leaders of the Gasm resistance weren’t affiliated with us, though
we considered supplying weapons in order that they might revolt. The
Mugjabhideen leaders were Harrison Keel; founder of the Prairie
Genital Mutilation Movement that sought to replace clitoris’ with
intercourse occasion counters for taxable pay-per-use revenue
streaming via do-ooth and Albert Frankenstein, high priest of the
Haliban and first dictator of the Mufsidoon Mollusk and the Photon
-Collector Dome on a Rock by the Seashore with a Nice View. They
tried to purge the bi-partisan dialectical reeming of the most rich
and most high concentrations of wealth loyal to the interplanetary
and wonderful Aristarchracy in vain.
The
down side of the system was that after addiction it never let go. It
created progressive euphoria and political relativism cutting off the
attachment of reason to any external temporal word, object or moral
position that went beyond the non-sophistry of empiricism under
Aristarchs. The system eliminated food waste elimination through the
gravity exit and slowly petrified the subjects enabling their DNA
genomes (including synthetic and enhanced) to be more effectively
mapped even if most or all of the biological life on the planet
needed to be destroyed because it became politically and economically
effective to develop it in that direction. The genome data would be
copied into the blood pool and humans regrown as needed in the
future, if ever, in accordance with the will of the Aristarchs.”
“What
happened to the Halliban and the genital mutilators Lena?”
“They
were erased from Gasm after serving as a good public example of the
evil of those not conformed to the new system. Pods of politicians
using the system petrified and canonized the way to evolve to perfect
evolution in the imperium of Billy Conn and the Aristarchs. And that
where we are today, or were the last time we had a report from Gasm.”
“The
last time?”
“Gasm
is hundreds of light years from here John and we are only now
bringing our new faster-than-light travel tech on-line. Without FTL
that distance creates some substantial time dyssynchronization. We
haven’t been able to use the usual FTL tech since the takeover of
Gasm. It might be in any kind of state now.”
“That,
John Dwight, is why we are sending you to Gasm”, General Hai Gua
added.
