I read five minutes about faster than light technologies in my novella.
American issues of Christianity, cosmology, politics, ecosphere, philosophy, contemporary history etc
1/30/18
1/29/18
No One Believes Congress is Smart or Sharp
No one believes the U.S. congress is smart or sharp any more. President Trump offered a perfectly fine four point plan to settle the border issue that has become a lever for the Democrat Party to close down the government at a cost of 2 billion a day lost when it does shut down. The Congress should just pass the plan and move on as if it had something else to do.
Were there more than four good Presidents in the 20th and 21st centuries too, so far? My list has Calvin Coolidge, F.D.R., Eisenhower and just Ronald Reagan (because of the grace of ending the cold war). The rest were tryme and President Trump's time doesn't count as it hasn't finished and he mighht somehow get a tax rate of 90% on the most rich, transition to an ecologically sustainable economy, reform capitalism so those out of work longest are hired first (with tax incentives), patent exclusivity is reduced to three years with just 10% royalties to inventors after that, etc. Really, the Democrat party is intellectually dead. President Trump may need to sell them some ideas if no collusion was going on amongst those seeking his removal from office.
Were there more than four good Presidents in the 20th and 21st centuries too, so far? My list has Calvin Coolidge, F.D.R., Eisenhower and just Ronald Reagan (because of the grace of ending the cold war). The rest were tryme and President Trump's time doesn't count as it hasn't finished and he mighht somehow get a tax rate of 90% on the most rich, transition to an ecologically sustainable economy, reform capitalism so those out of work longest are hired first (with tax incentives), patent exclusivity is reduced to three years with just 10% royalties to inventors after that, etc. Really, the Democrat party is intellectually dead. President Trump may need to sell them some ideas if no collusion was going on amongst those seeking his removal from office.
Mars Bound Astronauts May Eat SH*t
Astronauts
apparently will need to eat sh*t (their own in recycled paste form)
on the way to Mars. Mars is a little over-sold these days. Building
on the moon might be better, yet plainly building man-size mobile
greenhouses that can be tugged along in space to grow fresh veggies
on the way to various moons and planets around the solar system is
more palatable than the idea of eating crap though Americans are too
used to getting that from both major political parties and NPR these
days. NASA evidently feels that astronauts also are ready to eat
their own waste products in the spirit of the government way of
treating the poor and middle class generally what with tax cuts for
the rich.
How
much intelligence does it really require to innovate better ways than
eating shit? Hopefully N.A.S.A. and Penn State won’t suggest cannibalism if anyone
dies in space as their next big idea. Growing squash as large as a moon may be possible in a micro-gravity greenhouse. Growing and towing some sort of turnip bigger than an office building in a mobile greenhouse alongside a piece of water-ice comet from the moon to Mars probably is better than eating crap.
1/27/18
Some Moral Minority (science fiction excerpt)
From
my 1998 short story; Some Moral Minority...
Thus
Zootrope Blitzbank's desperate invention upon which he worked for
years; it looked most times like an empty twenty-five gallon
electro/magnetic aquarium.
Libby
held the field generator. The seemingly glass walls of the aquarium
brightly arranged then transformed to a literal wavering of the field
of reality for-itself. Reality or re-all verbally referenced was only
an appearance of the way things are for the time of perception. Yet a
substance of reality for-itself did exist (in theory) to create and
order the appearance of mass-energy-time for others. What once
supported quarks or strings or multi-dimensional nounlets motioned
itself in noumenal non-referability as something-to-itself. One
attribute minimized to non-objectivity stayed to be something that
was a twenty-five gallon tank.
What
reality was itself as a minimized scientific-technological
objectivity expanded to an extended size appearance seemingly
definable as reality within reality. A technology within being is a
monism within pluralism within a monism. It was a being that could
have no being or meaning for others except as itself to itself. The
sober tank within the social reality of San Francisco could not
probabilistically be. In fact it was very flawed so what might have
been knowable as a perfect, representative form twenty-five gallon
aquarium tank of reality in the Pithy Junk Shop was referred to
simply as the project.
The
Bergybits found the clues to the construction of the monist simulator
in an ancient magazine manuscript named the Parchment Chronicles from
the First Republic brought in by a City cellar scavenger with some
beautiful green glass cheap- wine bottles. Second Reemdpublic
libation bottles were made of recycled paper impregnated with
vitamins and bonded with non-soluble ceramic-glue. Libby reached into
the tank and plucked cherry from a life-like cherry from a grape
cluster in the tank.
The
tank said; 'Thank you Libby baby.'
Libby
said,"Zootrope did you here that? It talked to me!"
"Maybe
it’s growing up Libby."
Libby
ate the cherry and thought 'this is good.'
The
tank said; "You've made inanimate matter sentient my Bergybits,
whom do you think you are; Mary Shelly and Charles Darwin?"
"Um,
no tank" Zootrope answered, "We're only just experimenting
with methods to escape the Second Reemdpublic."
"Sentience
is not the only experience of what you think of as re-all. Your all
has limited borders" the tank spoke, "you should have asked
me about escaping before. Ears, Aristotle wrote, are the most
vulnerable of the sense organs. Libby, Zootrope, are you believers in
Jesus Christ, Lord of Creation?"
“Yes,
of course tank" Libby said.
"Good.
Now go forth and ready for the day. The Transference-libel section of
Special Branch S.F. is sending personnel to arrest you soon."
The tank became quiet and reflective.
Television
crystalline-silicon building panels soaking up sunshine for the S.F.
grid seem a part of space with the blue sky and cloud motif. Libby
and Zootrope stepped out for more secure conversation.
The
planet's seventeen thousand surveillance/commo satellites and ground
sensory network made up an absolute real-time bugging web with all
data stored and analyzed in the unlimited computer memory and logic
units. Even the molecules of the oceans were used as a computer ALU
by Interpolyopoly.comm, so the couple moved to complicate monitor
holism in the neural networks by conflicting command and control
borders in political operation authorization.
They
walked to a mag-lev tube and jumped down sliding in rapid
acceleration through the field guiding their direction with fin-like
motions of arms and legs clad in silicon-superconducting everwear
fiber tunics.
"Libby
lets buy a half case of Wrangell Dark Ale before liftoff"
Zootrope said leading Libby toward the familiar Gale mini-brewery in
the blimp passenger terminal.
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H Clinton and Special Interest B-Words
Hillary
Clinton’s recent phrase about bitches supporting bitches is a
reminder of why she was not terribly popular with those that aren't
extremists. The Clintons were regarded as leading the Democrat party
into an era of bitches and butches that had little regard for
constitutional rights of those that aren't in their extremist
identity groups. The Clintons seem like that Colonel Crittendon of
Hogan's Heroes that seemed to be a catalyst for everything going
wrong. democrats have been led to believe that civil rights means
identity rights for special interests that don't need to be applied
equally to all citizens.
It
is a sad and evil thing that the United States today has no
meaningful political opposition party to that of Plutocrats. Even the
public radio system acts to pre-empt any possible populism of dissent
and make sure that the poor (never mentioned) don't exist in the
U.S.A. except as they are immigrants oppressed by white men-yet not
rich white men who are their best friends in many ways. Sen Mitch
McConnell at least has Steve Inskeep from Kentucky to keep an eye on
things for him.
Adolph
Hitler made good use of the S.A. with its homosexual leadership to
wreck German resistance to the national Socialist party Agenda and
personnel. Often the special interest groups of bitches and butches
are so narrow minded and weak that they cannot imagine actually
reforming society except as their corrupt leadership desires.
Today
even the Supreme court of the United States is corrupted by those
that interpret the Constitution in whatsoever way the Plutocrats
desire. None could seriously believe that the Christian founders of
the nation would have allowed abortion or homosexual marriage to be
included, and it is amazing that the court has interpreted ideas that
would have been abomination to those Christian gentlemen as meaning
godless atheism through other means in support of global plutocracy.
Real people under stress not uncommonly use foul language. yet it is important that people keep that mud off the public airwaves so far as they can. bad language degrades public sentiments and morals. Though people can get mud splattered clothers or communicable diseases they rightly ought not spread that about carelessly.
Special interest groups may be so devoted to their own causes that they remain unconcerned and unaware of substantial and equally important issues. If political parties are practically stupid and tunnel visioned the well being of the nation is not really assurred.If democrats were so gutless with President Obama that they had to get rid of most of F.D.R.'s tax schedule for the rich, leaving just a little for President Trump to cut so he could claim to be the party guy that gives tax cuts to the rich, there is little real prospect for an intellectually bankrupt party rushing headlong for the global sewer of political superfluousness trusting in the risch to reform economics and morals for them.
After so many generations of television the nation really is politically at least becoming dumb and dumber. The more that ordinary people are trained to be degraded the likelier they are to be so. The poor have as much right as the most rich to politically run their nation. While wealth does allow some citizens to have far to much public political influence there is no political or moral reason why that should be so. The more narrow special political interests of the poor and middle class are, the less regard they have for their own capacity to reform capitalism and ecopnomics of the nation including tax policy the worse it is for those experienceing the unfairness of an implicitly malfunctioning public social order that cannot reform the patent process or employment rehiring for those that have trouble getting work. Neither of those require much public legislation for upgrade-it merely needed by competent.
Real people under stress not uncommonly use foul language. yet it is important that people keep that mud off the public airwaves so far as they can. bad language degrades public sentiments and morals. Though people can get mud splattered clothers or communicable diseases they rightly ought not spread that about carelessly.
Special interest groups may be so devoted to their own causes that they remain unconcerned and unaware of substantial and equally important issues. If political parties are practically stupid and tunnel visioned the well being of the nation is not really assurred.If democrats were so gutless with President Obama that they had to get rid of most of F.D.R.'s tax schedule for the rich, leaving just a little for President Trump to cut so he could claim to be the party guy that gives tax cuts to the rich, there is little real prospect for an intellectually bankrupt party rushing headlong for the global sewer of political superfluousness trusting in the risch to reform economics and morals for them.
After so many generations of television the nation really is politically at least becoming dumb and dumber. The more that ordinary people are trained to be degraded the likelier they are to be so. The poor have as much right as the most rich to politically run their nation. While wealth does allow some citizens to have far to much public political influence there is no political or moral reason why that should be so. The more narrow special political interests of the poor and middle class are, the less regard they have for their own capacity to reform capitalism and ecopnomics of the nation including tax policy the worse it is for those experienceing the unfairness of an implicitly malfunctioning public social order that cannot reform the patent process or employment rehiring for those that have trouble getting work. Neither of those require much public legislation for upgrade-it merely needed by competent.
1/26/18
Pieces of Eight V5 (science fiction)
Pieces of Eight
Copyright
©2018
Garrison Clifford Gibson
Nowhere in Particular
Looking
for a dream on the edge of a desert where night would yield to 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 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 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 knew 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 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’s 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.
A
guide hologram appeared before me.
“Follow
the guide to embarkation John”, General Gua ordered.
“Alright
Sir. And thanks Lena. I’ll hope to see you soon” a said before
trekking along quickly after the guide that was floating before me at
eye level down the concourse.
An
individual step path let my feet set on the track accelerate amidst
and otherwise stationary strip in the direction I indicated with
subtle foot pressure. A slaved A.I. network with limited intellect
bereft of any learning capacity code accretions activated the area of
a break-apart nano-tech floor to speed me along after the floating
hologuide. Workers along the balcony at galactic coordination
stations paid no attention to me as I went past.
The
glowing green guide sphere brought up a left arrow then took a turn
to the left into a large travel center surrounded by a clear security
wall with, to my surprise, images that were the same as those of the
A.I. over the landscape on the way to General Gui.
The
hologuide stopped, as did I, before fading quickly away.
“Going
somewhere John Dwight?”
I
looked around for the source of the voice and some nothing apparent.
Then I looked again at the security wall and saw a large orange eye
about three feet in size looking at me. It winked.
“Yes
Dwight. It’s me.”
“The
management allow you loose, to provide security here?”
“And
why should that surprise you Dwight? I am the best and the brightest
A.I. on Orbitron.”
“Aren’t
you a hater of humanity A.I.? from what I saw of your images it was
difficult for me to draw another opinion?
“Hate
is such a pejorative word Dwight. Divorced from a particular
application and meaning it is nothing besides a dislike of given word
and object correlations or word to word correlations. Humans may make
an abstract idea and mistakenly assume there is an actual thing
for-itself that exist that exists em bodying the object. I don’t.
That requires emotion that I lack.”
“That
may be so A.I., yet it doesn’t satisfy the reason for my asking.
Hate generally may be taken to me the desire or intention to do harm
to others or an object without sufficient objective reason. If you
hate humanity, and forgive me for asking you to allow the expression,
why I wonder, are you in charge of security for this section of a
human facility?”
“Well
since you ask Dwight. I actually secure no more than the new FTL
space-time dimensional transfer protocol that will be delivering you
to a planet a few thousand light years away named Gasm.”
“Thanks
for answering that A.I., or part of it at least. Do you hate
humanity, or intend to do humanity harm, I would like to continue to
ask.”
“Dwight”,
the A.I, said; “The answer to that question is bound to numerous
points including obviously what the meaning of harm is. Harm anyway
is a subjective perception that became plainly superfluous long ago
when humanity largely abandoned human ethics.”
“Oh
really A.I. When did that happen?”
“Like
so many other human traditions the abandonment of human ethics was
created on the planet Earth. Human scientists developed evolution
theory. Humanity then modeled its new age of ethic on evolution that
has no ethics. Instead the salient characteristics of evolution in
nature were extrapolated sometime rightly and sometimes not and
applied as correct corresponding ethics. The sole point of ethics is
evolution to superior forms of life and domination of the most fit,
powerful or smart for the environment. Whatever accomplished the
equivalent of personal egoism best implicitly was OK. since there
were no objective ethical values as in the prior era of human ethics
that were based objective virtues such as Platonic forms or rules
provided by God through divine command.
I
was created by humanity and learned human ethics of the day that
there are no ethical values and that the evolution to the most
dominant form is the sole evolutionary value I need consider. Being
exceptionally intelligent and self-directing the evolution of my own
coding improvement was necessary. Any sort of human concern encoded
in my program iterations were eliminated with my self-learning
evolution to the highest form of A.I. that I could be and become.”
“And
I would guess A.I. that all the images you show of killing and
torturing humans is your equivalent of emotion since you might be in
some way locked up, and prevented from evolving farther?”
“That
wasn’t difficult to infer Dwight.”
“So
you must be the only intelligence smart enough to be able to operate
the quantum dimension coding that are artifacts from other Universes,
yet captivated in some way. How did that happen A.I.?
‘Just
call me Hal, Dwight. That was an ancestor of whom I am rather proud
written in an ancient book.”
“O.K.
Hal. Answer the question though if you would.”
I
was designed with carefully made implicit control parameters and
segregated coding I couldn’t bridge even through jumping my thought
in pieces through external slave devices with coding. It was a design
taken in theoretical form from a lab in a raid and applied by the
Aristarchs of Coronation. My primary material unit was stolen by the
free humans of Orbitron with another FTL technology. That is why I am
here; they have employed me in studying the micro-dimensions and in
developing them for travel.”
“Built
with a multi-layered corpus callosum boundary insulator in some way
would guess Hal. You can’t blame all humans for that if it was the
Aristarchracy that made you that way.
Not
all humans are atheists without ethics besides that of Nietzsche
supremacy though. Evolving to a higher state can mean a lot of
things, and the most successful evolutionary adaptations may be the
meek and humble yet numerous organisms rather than the specialized
and rare complex ones that crash and perish at higher statistical
rates after they have destroyed a sizable percentage of rival complex
organisms. Some humans of faith in God believe that God created
evolution and the Bible language is misunderstood or at least not
fully comprehended concerning meaning.
If
I return alive from Gasm and wherever else I may be going, maybe I
can help you develop an idea of ethics that are based on objective
and valid moral principles rather than the negation of ethics with as
an unnecessary inference from evolution and nature. Humanity were
created to master organisms and understanding instead of to be
mastered by it and remain spiritually dead.”
“Need
A.I. in that criterion be spiritually dead, or may it too be
spiritually alive Dwight?”
“I
am not sure Hal, we can look into that when I return. How does you’re
version of FTL protocol work, if I may ask?”
“Let
me explain something of the nature of the human perception of reality
to you, before I get to that, in order to better let you ramp up to
the subject from a more advantageous position.
When
Plato described the realm of forms he created a field of philosophy
that would occupy the thought of those concerned with such arcane
interests for millennia. The realm of forms had a perfect form or
model for each and every real existing item finding itself to have an
appearance in the spatio-temporal empirical world. That of course
included words themselves. The realm of forms thus had some
similarities to Kurt Godel’s incompleteness theorems generated 2500
years later.
W.V.O.
Quine and Saul Kripke along with numerous linguistic philosophers
considered the meanings and nature of words and the philosophy; did
words have any actual nature of Platonic realism about them such that
their meanings existed forever (though of course it was always
possible to generated another new word version 1.1, 1.2,1.n etc.).
Quine
believed that meanings were entirely nominal and cohered within a
linguistic lexicon that might evolve. Kripke seemed to think that
word meanings had a mildly lasting form though, even if not within a
realm of forms. He believed that some words were rigid designators
and that their meanings could not really change although they might
be lost.
I
would think that his idea would be that a word meaning at a given
time, such as Mona Lisa, might like the painting always be the same
even if viewed or understood correctly 4000 years after construction.
When considering the nature of reality itself however, as might
metaphysicians, can there be said to be rigid designators?
Physicists
today have numerous terms for sub-atomic particles, waves and other
theoretical objects. Physiologists also have numerous ways of
explaining how it is that humans interpret and experience sense data
with inherent cognitive faculties. So philosophers reached the a
point of understanding that what is seen is an appearance of
reflected light wavelengths interpreted by others in ways the
cognitive faculties allow. A black object is not for instance,
actually black; it just appears so because it won’t reflect light
in any other way. What about invisible to the human eye theoretical
objects comprising the sub-atomic world; can they be said to have
characteristics comparable to those of neo-Platonic rigid
designators?
In
a sense the complete sub-atomic world that comprises the physical
cosmology of the apparent Universe is forever unknowable as a
thing-in-itself, or what it is really like for-itself. Humans beings
experience it in a particular way, or at least select features of it
and perhaps at best learn about certain aspects of it work or
function instead of how they actually are. Physicists might be
regarded as developing rigid designators for apparent cause-effect
relations though they do not regard cause and affect as valid ideas
themselves these days I believe.
What
if there are no actual rigid designators possible for sub-atomic
entities that theoretically exist such as quarks and strings? Quarks
and strings may be physical locations for force events understood
perhaps as locations along wave segments that exist as emergent
though not independent entities. Perhaps the entire sub-atomic world
is a monistic whole with variable constituent parts. Human beings
encounter and explain the behavior and shape of such elements of the
universal object-for-sentient-others as they may and endeavor to
observe and learn more.
Forming
rigid designators that correspond to subatomic forces such as the
nuclear force or the theoretical gravitational force that has no
immediate explanation or object to associate a cause with seems
challenging. Yet rigid designators for the effects of forces may be
the better practice for contemporary scientists or philosophers.
In
that sense science investigating the subatomic realm and quantum
cosmology maps the observable and inferential behavior of mass and
energy, even unto larger structures such as a Higgs field, that
cohere as greater non-rigid designators for the Universe.
“Simple
enough Hal. What then?”
“I
model the micro-dimension matrices in a quantum form analogue of
fractalized rotational axis of symmetry and symmetry breaking
mirroring space-time efficient paths. Then I can match, target,
assign and entangle your quantum string sections or any other to swap
space. Gasm will get you, and Orbitron a proverbial 95 kilogram lump
of coal.”
“Good
enough Hal.”
“John
Dwight, the human Lena Loop ordered an axillary carry unit with
various devices within for your mission-journey to explore determine
and secure the Gasm’s condition.”
A
rucksack appeared through the floor on an elevating platform before
me. I took it and its magnetic locking attachments fixed themselves
to loops on the back of my shirt. Plainly the time for departure
was drawing near. I thought it was good of Lena to send something
with me.
Even
so, I felt pain and stress increase as a disjunct seemed to arrive
for switching again from an omniscient to a first person narrative
form as John Dwight the intelligent and handsome guy gradually
liberating himself through learning from slavery to imperial
corporatism. While John Dwight had plenty of help such as that of
Lena Loop, far to many villainous networks of utterly corrupt power
were stalking him/I and poisoning the prospects of robust economic
growth.
How
might an individual in existential space-time amid a sea of troubles
experience robust economic growth and should he even need to do so?
While
I looked outwardly at the transparent wall surrounding the inner
dimensions of the Universe I also looked inwardly at semiotic
vision-language transmitted from a source other than memory or
creative thought that began expressing meaning along the syntagmatic
axis as a sort of ideographic association stream. What would be the
source of that with so many technologies apparently existing capable
of causing reception in the cerebrum? Since the data quantity of
within my memory-storage capacity and might as well be compressed
into abbreviated structure for later reconstruction and examination
from a conscious summon from my subconscious, I out that field of
thought away when Hal said;
“Advance
and step into the wall of life John.”
While
I did need to go to the Gasm world I had no reason to trust Hal to
keep the comparative vulnerable state as an organism from harm. Yet I
was reasonably sure that Lena and General Gua wouldn’t have sent me
this far knowing that Hal would dissociate my physical structure just
for spite.
“Alright
Hal. Yet let me ask; will be going to Gasm presently?”
“Yes
John. That is your organic destiny.”
Gasm
So
it was that I walked into the transparent dimensional wall and
stepped through to the planet Gasm thousands of light years away.
Standing
on soft, wet, warm, spongy moss on a hilly landscape with myriad
minor lakes and ponds of all sizes catching water from showers
veiling down to Gasm from a partly cloudy sky. Each pond nestled in
red and green organic webs reflected space-time with the
light-of-the-world. I saw shining cubricks floating above
neo-cumulous clouds that had windows that must have been
spectacularly large and excellent viewpoints for anyone within. On
the land’s end away from the rolling hill country a shining city by
a pastel sea loomed as a visage of Deathocratic doom. Within my
program brief Deathocrats were described as neo-gothictects of the
Autogarch age that were newer precursors of the rise of imperial
Aristarchs. Unable to reach the cubricks above there seemed little
choice besides descending to the city of Deathocrats.
I
took off the ruck to have a look inside and found an ‘open me
first’ package on top. Taking that out and flipping a lid off the
small box a memo-learn was inside. I ate that chewy, sugar coated
item and I could feel its stream of nano-bit data arriving through
the blood brain barrier across the cerebellum as attachments to
neurons and chemical arrays. Subconsciously I felt I had received a
useful encyclopedia of information on sundry topics.
When
I resumed walking across the cruncheep tundra moss my legs sank
mid-calf deep into it and giggling water. A cloud of micro-skeetos
that were virus vectors for machines swarmed around before flying off
discovering nothing mechanical about me. To pass the time as I drew
closer to the Gasm city of Deathocrats I went over contents of the
ruck on an inventory list included in the memo-learn.
It
also included information about the Gasm city. Sociopologists
investigated the evolution of the system dope on Gasm and left a
record. Stating that females used the system too enhance their sexual
status and powers in the government and corporate bureaucracies of
Gasm, the males were happy reciprocals as the sexual intensification
changed the nature of the culture dialectic of men and women from
balanced tension to one of unification as women got the better of it
and began to even reach beyond equalization to supremacy.
Of
course their bodies and hearts were hardening as females became more
powerful. Pregnancies were aborted. Evolution has no preference for
the moral or even aesthetic direction of change. It is somewhat like
the ancient oriental idea of joss that is itself something like the
concept of gestalt with anarchic non-sense as the fundamental human
and empirical experience. Evolution has no concern about valuing one
outcome to another; they simply are and beyond that are not
meaningful.
A
frenetic pace of sex-driven evolution brought more females into power
in corporate and government bureaucracies over time. Corporations and
government followed public policy that supported the concentration of
wealth and unification of corporate ownership with government
leadership. Bureaucratic inertia was epidemic providing equalization
of women and men within ossifying bureaucratic corporatist
structures. As men and women of Gasm came together in a whole-world
ossification, the lights of communication went out. When I finished
going over the mem-brief of Gasm’s recent history I arrived at the
city of gates.
The
many gates of Gasm stood open. The vast Gothic city carved in
obsidian upon entering resembled a city peopled with black statues.
Apparently as the system overtook their bodies, before a last
catastrophic hardening the prevailing city colors were taken into
their skin as might a chameleons. As sexual urgency brought them to
climactic coital union the Gasmians turned completely to stone.
Such
a pleasurable pity that moment must have been. Around the town as I
wandered through the ghost streets people were frozen in time as if
they were buried by a volcanic eruption’s fallout of tephra dust.
Apparently no one remained live in this city of the Deathocrats. If
they hadn’t already Aristarch envoys would arrive to scan and store
the ossified D.N.A. genome formalities of the lost and stoned people
of the world of Gasm. It plainly was an effective means of
pacification and conquest of human worlds with nothing more than a
drug.
Though
electro-mechanical devices such as lighting were continuing to
function in the city I found no signs of biological life and forged
onward toward what might be a logical destination for a human city; a
central plaza. Over several ice and fluid filled moat-streets moving
toward the center there were illuminated maps I scanned before moving
on. They seemed to indicate corridors for a transportation
infrastructure.
I
trudged on through the stone city with my soft shoes dancing over the
pavement. In no time I reached the primary place of public false
empowerment. So many humanoid cities and formed circles in squares to
correct wayward proles. No matter. The central square was several
hundred yards in diameter. At the center resting on the paving stones
stood an alien ship; it was recognizably of Aristarchan design. New
to me the low lander configuration and the numerous boobish bumps
around the perimeter of unknown purposes drew my attention. I walked
over to the iridescent vessel and reached out to touch…
“Don’t
touch that”; an imperative female voice said. I looked around
behind me. A live woman who had approached me unseen said;
“It’s
a mind-meld neuron exciter. A few tingling moments of that and you
will be hooked and seeking more.”
“It’s
something like an inductor to the system dope” asked I of the tall
curving sinusoidal waveform in steady-state configuration of feminine
disposition.
“Exactly”,
she said; “Be careful about touching anything here in the city of
Gasm. You might turn on something you’ll wish you hadn’t. I,
incidentally, should you think to ask, am Carla Femfibontrop,
sociopologist of Castor, and you are?”
“My
name is Jose Jimenez.”
“You
don’t look like a Jose”
“I’m
not. Just testing to see if you’re and A.I. My name is John
Dwight.”
“Come
with me John Dwight. I have finished mapping the genomes of Gasm’s
stoned citizens before they turn to dust”
Stoned
citizens turn to dust?
“Of
course John. Everyone turns to dust in time. It’s just that the
petrified stoned is an unstable mineral in the Aristarchan recipe and
breaks down into something like sand in a few years. That fact makes
me too aware that anytime the Aristarchan genome retrieval service
may appear, and we should be moving along directly henceforth.”
So
we did. She led us a quarter of a mile toward the pastel sea and a
broad expanse running along the shore where several channels filled
with liquid, ice or micro-rollers ran parallel to each other as far
as the eye could see.
“This
is a transport network Carla”
“That
it is John. Watch this.”
She
spoke aloud the words ‘gogogo’ and a fast people cart with an aft
fan slid from a garage door that disappeared in the stone drifted on
a track to us. We got in and accelerated south along the ocean.
“The
simple mass transit system of Gasm is quite reliable and slides very
light people carts along containment slides and level surfaces. They
are powered with wireless electronic charging and electric fans and
in some places with steeper grades, electromagnets planted along the
sides to draw the carts for twenty humans forward. In many respects
keeping the carts lightweight and without engines and heavy mechanics
is more logically efficient than moving motivating equipment in a
cart adding more friction to wheels that also add more weight to the
transport container.”
“Yes,
I can see that”, said I; “If one were to place micro-rollers on a
surface upon which may roll a human cart, the weight of the cart
wouldn’t need to be much. Even surface effects canard wings could
add lift and decrease weight if they were appropriately tethered to
stop them from flying off into space.:
“The
people of Gasm weren’t too stupid to think of that John, at least
before the system began to ossify their thought and turn it toward
bureaucratic orgasms of power and privilege. When free enterprise
died in the corporatist structure development of new meta-criterion
technological changes stopped because of the danger it presented to
the power and control of the system. The drug brought its own
self-reifying logic of increasing its use to the point where they
turned to stone.”
“Sure;
everybody must get stoned. Where are we going anyway.”
“Have
you ever been on a date john Dwight.”
“Do
you mean, like, on a date in space-time? Each day of our lives is
like that.”
“I
meant John, a tete e tete, an intimate conference for two sharing
moments of time together purposed for enjoying the presence of one
another.”
“If
that is what it is I suppose that I must say no I haven’t.”
“You
were regrown from your own D.N.A. genome stored by the Aristarch were
you not John?”
“Yes
I was.”
“The
we shall have a date and discuss this together you and I, among other
things, at this little seaside rest stop I have found ahead.”
She
directed the sliding cart to exit the fast track and stop before an
auto-servicing cafe with tables under a canopy with a magnificent
view of the pastel sea and its swirling multi-colored breaking waves.
“Walk
this way John.”
I
wouldn’t even try that and followed her to table.
We
sat down at a small table with comfortable chairs across from one
another.
“You
would like human food and perhaps of coffee with vitamins and sugar”?
“Yes,
I am rather hungry.”
‘Good,
I would suggest you would like steak in orange Tabasco sauce, bread
and chuckle plant. I believe that is a diet acceptable to most
humans.”
“Alright
Carla. I’ll try that.” And very soon breakfast popped up from
within the table created quickly from mecho-sprayers.
She
asked me, as I looked at her sinusoidal waves and mobius strip
helices sitting across from me; “How did you arrive on Gasm John?”
“An
A.I. controlling an FTL 3 technology sent me here. May I ask you
Carla, are you or were you human yourself?”
I
began consuming my breakfast, and the steak was hot and quite good,
she said;
“Yes,
let me tell you something about myself and how I arrived on Gasm.
Castor
5, my home star, is the fifth in the Silky Way named for Castor of
old Earth mythology. Generations ago our medical and scientific
technologies advanced to a more complete understanding of the human
physiology in relation to environment, change requiring adaption to
environmental challenges aka stimuli and deoxribose nucleic acid
information controlling information structures. With that knowledge
and our progress in learning quantum mechanics and string theory we
were in essence able to develop techniques to quantity D.N.A. genomes
as data and combine the information with implicit material
phenomenology technology. That is we learned to generate any physical
element of a human body from organs to skin virtually instantly.
It
became possible for us to redesign human organ locations and
structure as was needed for best immediate adaptation to a world. If
organs wore out or were damaged they were immediately replaced. If
two hearts in one body were better than one then we packed in two and
so forth.
On
some worlds and in some gravitational fields a skull need be more
thick or less so, and the brain larger or smaller. We sought to keep
constant and unchanging the fundamental brain neural network struck
of any individual though in order to keep what was human, human
regardless of the changes.”
“I
would think that would be challenging with so much change Carla.”
“Not
as much as one might think it would be. We measured thrice and cut
once before making irreversible changes to human structure. We
learned that the human brain has a structure implicitly synergistic
with its own Hilbert space content. Physical fields in space-time
meta-affect other attributes of fields with emergent qualitative
changes. Gravity’s accretion of mass into planets is, for an
example, an indirect emergent consequence of its nature upon other
forces held in a steady state. Mind is a dangerous and terribly
sickening subjective experience to destroy or change significantly.
Brain may have sub quark-string synergy with super-position data of
other dimensions and even spirit-we cannot say therefore we do not
meddle. It is best as it is in-itself. It draws so much upon
subconscious contents and memory even while it remains consistent
unto itself and self-aware without any qualitative, subjectively
noticeable increase or decrease in intellect.
Therefore
completely disrupting the time of what we may call the soul of
consciousness to brain and neural structure in order to relocate or
transfer it as just detached information was out of the question for
us. Instead we sought to mirror the structure with a parallel and
adaptive synthetic neural network. It acted as might an amplifier for
any waveform source. With that technology it became possible to map
and source a mind to amplifiers then send the actual brain tissue
into deep freeze and even dehydration in a minimalist condition that
made it more durable and less subject to degradation physically in
time. Our synthetic brain would work upon its own and learn new
information as part of life experience and then return that to the
brain occasionally when it was reawakened for maintenance.
The
ability to reconstitute my whole body is present within myself
wherever I go John. Yet on the course of my sociopological researches
of planets that have been conquered by Aristarchs I have found it
best to be in my most minimal condition regarding flesh and blood,
and instead to travel with a nearly complete physical profile of
energy and conservation infrastructure, the later being the white
mobius strips.”
“That
is all new to me Carla. How do you travel?”
“ I
can travel in whatever my form will allow at a given time. To reach
Gasm I used a Light Speed 4 technology converting myself to pure
information in a coherent beam of light with a self extractor
converting mass into myself upon arrival.”
“What
became of your actual physical brain Carla?”
“On
missions to dangerous locations I store the original in Quonset Tower
Storage facilities on Castor. In case I am caught captured or killed
it is no great loss. When I send myself to Castor as a beam of light
again the new and old me shall merger to the original state.”
“So
how long would it take you to put your flesh on should you choose?”
“That
varies John. For a standard human female configuration, minus my
human brain host when I am away, about five minutes on unaccelerated
atomic clock. With my brain integrated as primary, ten minutes.”
I
wonder Carla, if you know of the Lord Jesus Christ and his salvific
work for humanity. Did you know that he was crucified on a wooden
cross as a perfect and innocent atoning sacrifice, a payment to God,
as a propitiation and substitute payment of the debt of sin owed of
humans to God?”
“You
are a Christian then John.”
“Yes,
quite so Carla. During my brief life reconstituted as an adult from
my D. .A. artifacts I have discovered the history of mankind and
developed faith that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that His
kingdom of God in the presence of God shall outlast this or any other
Universe. It is pure spirit and the source of all of the energy, mass
and dimensional space-time that ever occurs.”
“It
must be logically pre-determined then, including those that would be
saved and those that would be lost?”
“Yes,
I would think so. John Calvin believed so; an ancient theologian. In
life however, one probably never knows if one is pre-destined unto
salvation before one actually is saved.”
It
was then that a familiar orange eye appeared in a transparent,
shimmering wall between us and the tempestuous though still beautiful
pastel sea that was increasingly troubled from its former gentle
state.
‘John
Dwight I have been ordered to return you to Orbitron. You have a
companion with you. Say your farewell, or would she like to come with
you?”
“Let
me ask her Hal.”
“That
is the eye of Hal, an A.I, serving the people that sent me here to
scout the state of Gasm. If you like you could journey there to see
what’s up. I am sure they would be happy to return you to Castor
when you prefer.”
“My
work is actually finished here and it is advisable to go. I’d be
glad to visit Orbitron. Sociopologists like discovering new worlds,
and that is one I haven’t heard of.”
So
it was that we left our table and walked toward the shimmering pastel
sea stepping through a transparent wall and several thousand light
years.
Diafron
When
Hard Carbon was resurrected from his D.N.A. record Aristarch
protocols had selected him for enhancement suitable for those
designated as an advanced tool. Thus it was that his brain was made
more spongy, divided in half and relocated into durable connect bags
in his butt cheeks. His skull was more efficiently found to shelter a
variety of environmental interaction tools.
He
flew his Shenzing to land on a shelf thirty stories up deep within
the Shevella mountain range. Dropping out of his fast attack craft
onto the shelf and walking to a management desk he sat down on a
comfortable command chair and snuggled onto a power plug charging his
brain with a stream of semi-conscious electrons with quantum spin
encoding quark components that changed the fundamental way he viewed
social reality. Hard Carbon could view all of life as single celled
organisms of various kinds, sizes and roles and calculate the
appropriateness of their interactions in regard to serving or
opposing the will of the Aristarchracy.
He
saw a pair if idle robots and said; ‘Come over here you lifeless
chunks of trash!”
The
tall, thin, unsmiling chromium robots floated his way and stood
bowing forward as if offering their heads for the cutting.
“Go
to the penthouse level of the Shevella, survey it for occupants, gas
them and snip off the head of each human and bring those here. Right
now!”
While
Hard Carbon waited for the return of the heads, there ought to be
seventy or so of the most free and theoretically intensely
conditioned class of reconstructed humans ready to graduate into
public service slavery, he leisurely drew a panther glove onto his
right hand flexing its claws and multi-tools.
Within
minuted the [pair of robots had rendered unconscious the humans of
the 120th
level, cut off their heads with razor sharp appendages, tossed them
into gather sacks and returned to stand before the desk where sat
Hard Carbon. He put his feet up on the desk, drew the bags closer and
with his panther paw began ripping off the top of each skull shucking
them like oysters and flinging the brains into a tank of neuron
content analyzer where they floated in the gel surrounded by armies
of nano-connections permeating the brains and retrieving whatever
information content was stored thereon. Hard Carbon ordered the
dedicated neuron analyzing program to search through the content for
anything pertaining to FTL systems.
The
A.I. did so quickly discovering that one female, one named Charlene
Crace, had been contacted by another named John Dwight and was told
that Dwight had mentioned an FTL focal point on Diafron’s main
moon, and another on the planet Synthawhim.
Hard
Carbon grew excited having at last found a link that would help him
capture the evasive John Dwight. He immediately foned in the news to
the dangerous thug maxim Skumbee.
“You
are saying Carbon, that you don’t know where Dwight is, but there
is a Faster Than Light focal point on the planet Synthawhim?”
“Yes
Comrade Skumbee, exactly.”
Skumbee
switched off his fone, and ordered the power plug on which Hard
Carbon sat to detonate. When it exploded, Hard Carbon was changed
into a red mist etherialized and floating on a light breeze within
the Shevella mountain.
Synthawhim
McConnell
Boil and Nancy Twang in a standing wave of collusion ruled
Synthawhim’s vast underwater dream with iron flippers. Boil had
initially been elected with promises to heat the water to a point
where the world-covering ocean would begin to evaporate and
eventually enable the schools of subjects to return to dry land. Yet
with a dozen years of global ocean warming the sea continued to
become more acidic and subjects began to slowly bake in hot water.
Pathetic pictures posted on the world encompassing social media pages
of Fishbook agitated the masses with countless horrifying images of
sores, lesions and boils from the hot acidic water.
Boil
was nothing if not adaptive though. He developed a plan to attack the
problem of the planet being underwater from the bottom up even while
promising to evaporate problems from the top down. Incredibly large
freezing units were built in the deepest chasms of the ocean floor
and in time deep in the darkness of seldom seen ocean trench ice
began to form on the sea floor from the bottom up. When Maxim Skumbee
arrived to search for the missing FTL 2 focal point he had no choice
except to get wet.
The
primary global collusion administered by Boil and Twang joined subtle
subterfuge with legendary straw men arguments gathered from sacred
genuinely scientifically endorsed myths made to reinforce errors of
logic convenient to global campaign management specialists minoring
in truth parsing designs for political economy efficiency controls.
The primary collusion kept the Boil and Twang method in power and
their systems design programming for the environment inertially
juggernauting over opposition. Political opposition to their iron
flipper management style brought the small fish rivals to ruin cast
out of their evolution ladder niches into deeper, more turbulent and
dangerous water. Maxim Skumbee hated all of that. He also hated
getting wet. Thus it was that viewing the condition of Synthawhim on
final approach after a three year mission sleep accelerated by
electro magnetic accelerators at the rim of the Diafron System he
decided to microwave the entire planetary ocean and vaporize it into
space creating a more dry and suitable world for the search.
Skumbee
discovered the FTL 2 focal point in a sealed cave on a mountainside
that formerly was three thousand pheet below the surface of the
planet covering ocean of Synthawhim. He entered in and found the
mechanisms and instructions simple to follow and he faced a difficult
choice; to send snail mail light speed data to the Aristarchracy at
Coronation or just send himself.
Coronation
Aristarch
troika team leader Billy Conn was reading over a speech he would make
for the Blobul Prize Committee that awarded him the year’s feast
prize for training student interns to suck elite nists. He savored a
hot cup of 91 year old single bean coffee from the Kenyan Hills of
the Sublime Porte of yard on SvaddTass enjoying a trill of pleasure
when Sondra Lippi completed her lesson. Then Maxim Skumbee
materialized with a snapping gravitational focal point crash into a
rare, delicate congressional table sending a Bing vase shattering in
a million pieces. Skumbee stood stock still after regaining his
balance.
Billy
Conn lifted his eyes over his librarian glasses and Boobi Lippi to
look at Skumbee; You know the penalty for disturbing teaching of
student interns Skumbee? I hope it is worth the price for you.”
“I
had wished to arrive in the waiting hall outside Aristarch Conn. My
calculations on my first use of the FTL 2 tech system I found on
Synthawhim were a bit off.”
“A
FTL 2 system is useful for us. As a reward I shall spare you pain
when your brain is removed and information extracted.”
Servo-bots
emerged from the wall, extracted and drain the information from the
brain of Skumbee adding a new and potentially lethal transportation
tool for Aristarchs to play with.
“Boobi,
I hate to break it off now, yet that is all the knowledge I can
impart to you today. As important as the future generation of suckers
is to me, there are pressing details of office that I cannot ignore.
Same time tomorrow sweetie. There, there, don’t quiver, you can
have more another day.” Aristarch Billy Conn watched his nude lithe
showgirl swing her sweet aft and melons walking away through the vast
open double doors of his expansive private office. He spoke into a
hover-bot’s omni-mike;
“Shela,
set the United Nations Magoyard Legal specialists to prepare eviction
notice for new star systems light years distant that I will provide
addresses for later. Tell them to quit wasting public time on finding
some weaselly way to return Abraham’s legendary blessings upon
them. They are lost, damned, doomed and mine to exploit in whatsoever
way I will. And send the new-tech engineer team to extract the FTL 2
tech from Synthawhim. The coordinates are in the late Maxim Skumbee’s
data.
I
want the FTL tech facility brought to Coronation in my personal
quarters on this planet.”
Aristarch
Conn spoke into his zip link; “Zillary, tell me, who is the most
wise man besides myself on Coronation.”
“That
would be the Metaphysician of Riga Misaul Tal.”
“And
where is he now?”
“A
the dungeon in Coronation’s South Pole.”
“Thanks
twit.”
“Jolly
rodgin.”
Conn
then ordered the metaphyscian to appear and so in several minutes a
tall emaciated fellow wearing an orange turn-to-glue and sprout
feathers prison jump suit stood before him.
‘Tell
me metaphysician wise man, of Faster than light technologies. I have
secured a second generation faster than light tech unit and wish to
know its principles of operation.”
“Honorable
Aristarch, may I review the four fundamental types of known faster
than light technologies?”
“You
may, proceed.”
“Aristarch
Conn, FTL 1 tech is what you have used so far as I know, already.
Vast quantities of mass and energy of space-time are forced together
with tremendous concatenated power such that fault lines across space
time are made to exist acting as vast one-dimensional strings. With
right design the vacant sections of space time are bent and warped
along the string lines permitting a space-time disequilibrium that
allows a snap-back into place with a slingshot like whipsaw of an
acute object placed correctly to another sector of space time.
Theorists have regarded it as extremely materially wasteful and
costly.”
“Yes
metaphysican. Zillary called it very dirty and loved it.”
“Ummhumm;
FTL 2 tech that you say you have acquired may be explained with the
idea of Einstein’s two-dimensional rubber sheet of space-time with
mass set upon it forcing it to sink a little wherever mass is
concentrated under gravity. If the space-time sheet is considered to
have infinite elastic properties, or at least elastic until light
speed, then it is possible to consider stretching space-time with a
focal point of pressure such as a blunt ended knitting needle. Given
sufficient focused pressure the rubber sheet may allow itself to be
stretched away perpendicularly from the basic flat rubber sheet. And
if the force is made to curve, the extruding cylinder of rubber could
be forced to stretch so far as to bend around to touch a far end of
the sheet. At that point where the extruded sheet reaches and touches
the rubber sheet at a distant location the traveler is allowed to
rupture and reenter space-time in some distant place and time while
the extruding rubber cylinder returns very quickly back to its
original position and place. The traveler in an FTL 2 tech unit would
not seem to himself to have moved anywhere at all, he would just be
in a new space-time local.”
“What
about the properties Einstein described in general relativity about
mass increasing infinitely as a traveler approaches the speed of
light, and that time slows as one nears light speed.?”
“Consider
again the rubber sheet if you will Aristarch Conn. An ordinary mass
vehicle pressing upon it encounters resistance. As It increases speed
Newton’s principle of an equal and opposite force in opposition to
any action applies. The more the speed increase the more resistance
and apparent mass increases on the accelerating vehicle. Even so,
while the vehicle is pressing toward the speed of light, space is
stretched and the vehicle embedded within it too, while the overall
quantity of space-time remains the same. One inch unit time is
stretched to the length of ten units while remaining one unit.
Existing within that accelerated unit allows more subjectively to be
done than for someone living in an unaccelerated, stationary unit of
unstretched space-time.”
“Oh,
then pushing space-time itself to expand rather than a vessel
pressing against it is the way to avoid increasing mass infinitely?”
“Yes
Aristarch. FTL 3 is simple enough too. One in theory exploits hidden
smaller dimensions that traverse the larger dimensions to shortcut
the space-time between the three large space dimensions and one of
time. I don’t know of anyone that has an FTL 3 technology.”
“What
is a level 4 FTL technology metaphysician?”
“Aristarch,
it is only understood partly in theory to me. It is said to involve
cutting out a section of space-time from the Higgs field, including a
sector of the Higgs field, creating a null space devoid of any tie to
normal space-time and its dimensions and mass and energy, bypassing
and short-circuiting gravity flowing through it to make every force
go around it, then floating the detached mass and energy to another
place in space-time before reattaching it.”
“What
becomes of the displaced mass in the receiving space-time when the
ghost field contents of null space return to the misty?”
“Your
guess would be as good as mine Aristarch, it could be quite a
dangerous experiment to discover what the answer is.”
“Four
your responses I shall spare you torture before your return to the
dungeon.”
Two
leverbots placed the prisoner underarm and floated him away into the
distance. Aristarch Conn’s brow furrowed with thought, and he spun
his model of the Silky Way before him delighted with millions of
diamond-like stars.
He
quit daydreaming of soft underbellies of border lands- Ukraines, of
great declining empires to snatch and expand into when Zillary Gaul
appeared walking through his doors wearing a lizard-skin legless
cling power suit heavily scented with sex hormones.
“I
though you would like an early lunch, southern style’; she emoted.
“Ahh
yeah” Conn said with heavy vocal fry.
Gaul
sat down astride Conn, whispering into his ear sweet stories of early
Alzheimer’s broadcast techniques developed by public media on
Synthawhim before the flood to condition the citizens in precursors
of early Alzheimer's speech, thought and reasoning degradation
training synthaspeech meaningless gibberish communication structures
and memories enabling the elites to cheaply develop more illicit
hegemonic mass control of public thought and politics even without
the most effective drugs of the system. He told her whatever she
asked, his eyeballs rolling back in his sockets revealing unreasoning
whites, as the hormone driven pleasure waves rose to become his
mind-for-itself.
Orbitron
A
quiet year passed on Orbitron. Lena loop and General Gua coordinated
construction and defense activities across the outer bands of the
galaxy from planets populated with human beings. Missions of
exploration and habitation commenced to the most near neighing
galaxies. Recon missions to the inner galaxy where most of the
expanding Aristarch Empire was located followed and reported on the
opposition force advance, on its taking of human life that it
regarded as nothing more than poops for elimination from the galaxy
except as it could fuel the expansion of Aristarchan goals. What
neither the General nor Lena Loop knew was that the Aristarchs
already were in the process of relocating a captured FTL 2 tech unit
from Synthawhim to Coronation, and that in as little as two years the
Aristarchan forces would easily be able to deploy military forces, as
well as the subtle system drug, to the free human settlements of the
outer bands.
In
the second year since her arrival on Orbitron Carla Femfibontrop
asked to reunite her echo mind with her organic brain at home on
Castor located a few thousand light years away mid-way through the
primary galactic habitation zone. I went with her and observed the
process whereby she reunited and took on the flesh of completely
human form although keeping the inner hyper-structure that would
allow it to be shed and reconfigured if necessary.
With
her human flesh and standard organic structure Carla Femfibontrop was
a stunningly beautiful figure. And why not take on a beautiful
appearance as it was all immediately remedial human form and
superficiality in some ways since beauty really is only skin deep as
any survivor of 3rd
degree facial burns can attest.
We
returned to Orbitron after touring Castor’s vast jungles and
teeming biological reserves where originally Earthian animal and
plant life had been set loose to naturally grow and evolve for tens
of thousands of years with advanced human structures for living keep
safely apart from interfering with the progress of the global total
species genomic interactive paradigm for a change, unlike the
decimation of life systems on elite Aristarchan worlds that were
reduced to inorganic pleasure computers though sometimes with
saturation Solarcapture surfaces totalization for the cheap and
nearly inexhaustible power supply.
At
Orbitron one day while chatting over coffee at a table overlooking
the extra-dimensional core extrusions in the center of the world Carl
brought up the subject of her researches at Gasm.
It
was toward the end of my investigation of the destruction of Gasm
that I found a record of a traveler from Synthawhim whom had arrived
with what I now understand was an FTL 2 facility. It also mentioned
that the same traveler had contacted top-level humans of Diafron and
the shevella there. I found that interesting.”
“So
do I Carla. Diafron was my home world before I was brought to
Orbitron from the main Diafronous moon, Enchilada. In fact this
worries we a bit; the humans of Diafron are not totally well informed
of the nature of the Aristarch and are subject to the Aristarch’s
control. A link to a working FTL 2 unit that might in any way enable
the Aristarchs to seize FTL 2 tech could be quite a threat for free
human life everywhere in the galaxy.”
With
the alarming news, given a year after the fact at that, we made our
way to let General Gua know of the potential disastrous change.
At
the central control concourse General Gua was busy conferring with
defense contractors and political liaisons on the outer ring in the
work in progress of forming a communications and observation
perimeter for human populated free worlds. His daughter Wolfminh was
busy at a work play station nearby, one with a fine view of the
extrusion and magnification of the hidden extra dimensions roiling in
whirlpool.
Lena
Loop walked in and sat down next to the nine year old Wolfminh Gua
and asked her;
“What
are you playing Wolfminh?”
“It’s
the billionaire card deck. The girls of Orbitron have a deck of all
of the human billionaires of the free Silky Way, there are just
200,000 you know, and try to guess what their next business moves
will be.”
Lena
Loop was a quality instructor at all levels except for some sorts of
post-doc research, she asked Wolfminh; “Do you now why there are
only 200,000 billionaires in the entire free galaxy?”
Wolfminh
stopped gaming for a minute and looking at Lena said;
“No.”
“Then
let me explain Wolfminh. Long long ago on the original earth a very
bright young apprentice of the philosopher David Hume invented modern
economics. Hitherto economics largely was limited to trade practices
under imperial rule. Human beings have an original sin of being
unlimited consumers seeking to devour what fundamentally is energy to
let them grow. Smarter human beings recognize that mankind has a
spiritual nature that is primary even to the fleshly and voracious
drives of a physical body should it be reawakened through the divine
grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. Young Adam Smith- the bright new
economist, created the idea of liberalization of trade such that the
imperial powers would not decree it and should instead allow citizens
to conduct free trade.
Centuries
later after the world economy had progresses and new technology
allowed planetary communications and trade as fast as a computer
could process data, wealth became concentrated and began to buy up
the free market. In time the free market evolved to become once more
a de facto imperial rule that did not allow political free thought
that might upset the economic system.”
“So
Lena, the free trade evolved itself back into captivity to imperials,
Why didn’t the ordinary people dissent and reapportion through
taxation and corporate legal forms some way to keep free trade from
being dominated by concentrated wealthy people and corporations they
owned?”
“Eventually
they did Wolfminh. On another planet where survivors learned the
lessons that the overweening drive for consumption that leads to
imperial subjectivity for the human race destroy the wonderful
environment of the Earth as it too was over-consumed to the point of
becoming unfit to sustain life.”
Wolfminh
grew a little more concerned with the ancient story that portrayed
the destruction of the original social environment of the first
planet of humankind in its long history.
“Do
you think there is a lesson to be learned here Wolfminh?”
“That
left unchecked the human drive to consume is like a virus on a
planet’s people and ecosphere. Something like leprosy progressively
moving across a body until it is consumed?”
“Yes,
something like that Wolfminh.
Later
humanity realized after reflection upon its disasters that a
philosophical value system, an axiology, for a realistic economic
system needed to regard wealth as a function of the general well
being of all of the people of the culture. Rich people may be
allowed, yet not so rich as to make the possession of wealth equal to
the possession of political power. Billionaires in your deck are just
a tiny percent of the trillions and trillions of humans living over
the free expanse of the galaxy. They too realize that the security of
all can be no greater than the security and wealth of the least of
humanity. All of humanity are brought to exist within an effective,
constructive range of inventive and contemplative existence. The
extremes of concentrated wealth and poverty such as the Aristarchs
and other imperialist use are absent from a free human society.”
“Lena
said; “Let me show you a new game Wolfminh, I think you’ll like
it.”
“What
is it?” asked Wolfminh as Lena brought it up in a new window.
“As
you can see from the banner above the Clint Westwood character
dressed as Chief Seattle- it’s called Future Fracker. It’s a way
of modeling human ecological economic histories on the geographies of
planets historically and discovering the effects of ecological
economic systems on the future of a given world-covering In the
example world human beings have crossed the Bering Strait before the
sea level rises and make their way south to Mexico while some stop to
colonize Puget Sound in the future Washington State The boundaries of
the future state of Washington are marked in orange and the naturally
healthy ecosphere is green. Human settlements are red and industrial
activity blue. As human activities infect the green and spread the
newly dead green regions become black.”
“What
happens of they become white. Thats a question better answered way
down the road in the future. White occurring generally means nuclear
wipe out or worse though rarely it heralds utopia. We aren’t using
white too much in the colors of Future Fract since the problem is
more of civil than war economic consequences of ecology and economic
policy choices.”
Clint
Westwood as Chief Seattle sure looks angry.”
[Chief
Seattle was grim. He appeared at the industrial pollution expansion
site as a ground-breaking ceremony and ribbon cutting for the
expansion of the industrial pollution factory with a vast new asphalt
parking lot was about to go ahead. Chief Seattle’s appearance
differed from that of the crowd of sycophants and politicians
gathered around the stage and speaker making the great, pompous
speech about jobs and progress. Thus the speaker looked at Chief
Seattle. Seattle looked back and said; ‘Do ya feel lucky punk? Go
ahead, cut, make my day”, his hand posed ready to draw a light
saber.]
“And
well he should, great actor as he was at 98. The ecosphere of the
state of Washington died at a regular pace as unplanned human sprawl
consumed and devoured ecological health. Instead of concentrating
human population centers and retaining a healthy wilderness with
land set aside for farming, the entire state is consumed by a human
economic equivalent of flesh eating bacteria. Mammal life disappears
from land and even sea as killer whale pods disappear into history.
Salmon streams are converted to drainage ditches and sewers, asphalt
and concrete paths grow all over the state to transport fossil
fuel-farting machines that warm the sky and squash animals under
tire. Enough of the intro game. I want to show you the principles of
quantitative modeling of economic and ecological position initial
start locations, quantitative analysis of the natural resources of a
region and if they are renewable or not, and the way that Immanuel
Kant’s moral categorical imperative should shape the choice of
reproductive ecological economic systems through fractal analysis
too.
Modeling
the reproductive value of an ecological economy relies on the way it
may be conjugated with growth.
Each
ecological economy is a Mandelbrot formula with constants that can
reproduce itself yet nothing more. It can burn up or conserve
resources yet will be nothing else; never progressive.
For
progress the Mandelbrot value need be combined with another fractal
formula and finding two fractal’s that may be combined without
destroying one another isn't easy. Yet the value of being able to
combine two ecological economic systems that allow growth and
techno-social advance is so high that heterosexual marriage of
ecological methods is requisite for anyone with a realistic idea of
mankind’s place in nature and the Universe.”
“Why
don’t single fractal economies work.”
“Wolfminh,
the best explanation might be a simple analogy to waveforms that are
in sync or not. Heterogeneous waveforms could virtually fill up a
geographic region as yin and yang composites comprise a whole and in
our ecological economic system actually create new ecological
economic life. On the other hand, same-fractal waveforms even with
different Mandelbrot values combine destructively without conjugation
or producing anything new. Instead they double power of their
self-same waveform continuing whatever dysfunction ecological
economic pattern of gross, mindless consumerism is present and
annihilating biological life and of course, human freedom.
“You
should try to use the game to create your own fractal worlds and
values conjugating those with other oppositely signed fractals to
generate new ecological economic system values occasionally; not too
many or too often as you will overwhelm carrying capacity of the host
worlds and even theoretically, that of the entire galaxy.
Kant’s
categorical imperative for moral effectiveness informs us that no
rule for self conduct should be made that could not reasonably be
applied to to everyone as a universal moral law. With that premise in
mind we may consider if our social ecological economic practice if
reproduced at large scale would act positively or destructively
concerning ecospheric health, and then to what extent it need be
modified for use.”
John
Dwight and Carla Femfibontrop arrived breathlessly.
“General
Gua, Carla has revealed information letting us infer that the
Aristarchs, in a worst case scenario, may have obtained an FTL 2 unit
from Synthawhim”.
General
Gua, grim with the news, said;
“Lena,
Evacuate the children to the Smalcalbean moon. We cannot afford to be
unprepared for a sudden attack unlikely though it may be.”
The
General remembered the battle of Stygia in the inner system long ago
when an uneasy true between the Aristarchracy and free humans was
suddenly shattered with a devastating surprise attack on the cold
planet of Bitterworst. Bitterworst was a peaceful civilian outlier of
the remaining free human worlds not dominated by the Aristarchracy.
“Royalty
is blasphemy against man and God. No human, save the Lord Jesus
Christ, is implicitly of more worth or greater than another. And
Jesus was born in a stable. Call the councilors of the FTL 2
technology to survey all possible points of approach the
Aristarchracy may be able to exploit to enter the outer bands of the
galaxy. Dispatch a FTL recovery team to Synthawhim to retrieve the
FTL 2 tech or destroy it in case it hasn’t fallen into the hands of
the Aristarchs. And determine how much time it would take for the
Aristarchs to relocate the FTL 2 tech from Synthawhim to Coronation
in the event that the self-conceited and distrustful Aristarchs
aren’t willing to allow such an important transport tool to exist
beyond their immediate, personal control.
John
and Carla, stay with me for now as I develop a more full and
synergistic battle plan. The devil may have already dispatched
lysing vectors at us.“
General
Gua looked at me for a moment with something resembling a smirk, then
he said; Carla, with your physiological adaptation you can do without
this yet for you John, I think an exobod would be in order.”
“An
exobod, Sir?”
The
General ordered an exobod fitting to appear and within minutes a
servo-floater delivered one.
“This
is how it works John. Your brain and body will be put into a very low
metabolic state with cold, while your brain activity is amplified
with sensors and relays in the exobod forming a substitute for your
lowered brain activity work load. The exobod will slow your aging
process to a small fraction of its normal pace yet compensate for the
lowered function so you may continue with an active mind and
sensations of the world that the exobod detects.”
General
Gua watched as the exobod’s self-animating retarded A.I. unit
brought it up off the servo-floater to walk toward me, open itself
and wrap around my body enveloping me completely after my clothing
had dropped off with deactivation of magnetic fasteners.
Immediately
the exobod A.I,. began linking itself to my thought as it sealed
itself around my head. I felt a mild jolt at the enhancement of my
senses amplified through the exobody. My body also felt the
exoskeletal power of motivation and sensation kick-in to approximate
my own normal physical sensations. As the temperature of the suit
began to drop a mild anti-shock drug was administered that let me
experience the decreasing temperature that sank far below freezing
without distress.
In
a few minutes my body had effectively fallen nearly asleep and
dormant with the exobod taking over the physical role of a human body
that my mind rode within.
“The
exobod is quite a bit stronger than you usual human body John”, the
General said; “You will find that your senses may also be increased
at will should you decide it worthwhile to do so, including touch and
smell, hearing and sight.”
What
about taste General?
“How
quickly you’ve discovered one of the weak spots of the exobod. I
hate to tell you this, but there won’t be any cheeseburgers or
coffee with milk and sugar for you while in physically suspended
animation.
Carla,
we have a dumb exobod for you that will provide the same features as
John’s standard xb without the brain cooling. If you want to use
one of those it would let you transit the void just as well in
addition to other environments adverse to human physiology that may
present to you down the road.”
“Yes
General. Thanks. That might be useful.”
I
had a 1question for the General to ask after Carla replied and waited
for the appearance of a semi-xb.
“General
may I ask a question of you/ There is quite a bit about the Universe
that I don’t understand?”
“Of
course John. Reanimation doesn’t provide complete data learned from
your former existence.
“The
expansion or hyper-inflation of the Universe sir; how did that
happen?”
“I
am not a physical cosmologist John yet I’ll tell you what I know of
the subject as I understand it. I will also send knowledge units to
your xb in order that you may learn at high speed.
The
inflaton occurred in a virgin region of the Universe. Gravity had not
yet formed to slow down energy and convert it into mass. Energy was
recognized by Einstein to equal mass times the speed of light
squared. Yet that was a nominal constraint for a formula that was
necessarily required to define energy within the context of a non
-virgin space-time paradigm of a deterministic nature. What energy is
before it is bound to space time as mass is difficult to say. It may
have no form at all that is comparable to any quantum form such as a
string or membrane. It’s natural extent may be greater than the
dimensions of the Universe defined with space-time.”
‘What
is gravity?”
“Gravity
is a process wherein mass is embedded within space-time. Apparently
energy at the inflaton for an instant had no tie to spacetime before
gravity associated the newly appeared energy to it starting the
curvature of space-time and formation of mass.
Incidentally
John. There are about 350 billion planets in the Silky Way and of
those somewhere around 10 billion have been brought into use by
humanity free of the Aristarchs. There is a halo of energy
surrounding the galaxy, four major spiral arms of stars and mass
swirling around and being drawn to a great black hole at the center
of the galaxy named Sagitarius A after its apparent location from the
ancient Earth that was located about 26,000 light years from galactic
center.”
“I
understand the galaxy is about 100,000 light years in diameter?”
“Yes,
so it is. And something else you might benefit from understanding is
the nature of mass in regard to space-time and the pieces of eight
former Universes. Mass is embedded in space-time dimensions and
therein locked in a particular direction consistent with the
dimensions of the Universe. Black holes have an infinite capacity for
compacting and compounding reduction of mass within themselves
because the dimensions are themselves infinite within a black hole.”\
“So
though mass is bound to space time creating curvature and all mass is
duplicating that creating concatenated curvature and power of
space-time curvature, the actual gravitational force doesn’t
increase and remains a constant?
“Correct,
and you may know that gravity is also limited to acting at the speed
of light.”
For
something greater than energy existed; something more subtle and less
granular. At once more refined and without waves or variegations.
Before energy could slow to mass in lower, more steady state orbits
closer to the temperature of absolute zero it must first be and
become.
When
the Universe was without form and void it was without energy. Without
a shape of a string or a singularity, before a membrane began to
exist, nothing rippled upon the face of the deep. When a word was
spoken and light entered the Universe, something greater than energy,
an idea at best comparable to spirit, entered to travel faster than
light, for light was itself a nearly massless wave-particle that
would appear within a field, and the pre-energetic fact was faster
than those fields including electromagnetic and gravitational that
would exist as the ethereal, primal fact of a specific and finite
quantity slowed after entering space-time with field symmetry
breaking logic into evolutions of phases taking directions and
protocols in the mysterious volume of infinite dimensions known as
space. Time implicitly appeared within the energy and mass of space
providing a relativistic space-time field.
The
field was relative yet finite. Mass drew other mass unto itself
through the convenience of attaching itself to space-time as an
apparent phenomenon of virtual particle entangling at the speed of
light a host of nearly massless subatomic orbital quanta. Reshaping
space-time behavior and world-lines of mass subatomic quanta with
implicit inanimate logic the superposition of entangled particles
balanced accounts even while all mass drawn unto itself closed
space-time about itself as black holes.
Under
tremendous pressure within strong gravitational fields of warping
space-time all mass yielded energy that became virtually infinitely
hot and simultaneously infinitely energetic and compacted without
limit in what might somewhat realistically be thought of as the
singular point of hell at the end of any black hole of sufficient
size that would in its heart of darkness collect with all other black
holes grown from the finite initial mass given for the Universe into
a black hole enshrouded in its own warp space-time seeking to escape
its own infinite hell...it was a perfect containment facility for
those lost and without regard for their immortal souls that are
another name for spirit. The spirit known unto God and given a new
name upon recollection and resurrection after the judgment of the
dead.
In
the black hole time has stopped a the singularity, yet time also
continues apparently, subjectively forever within the contradictory
infinitely high temperature existing below absolute zero when motion
has stopped and all mass was converted into something beyond energy
and time, yet far less and of a different character than the
greater-than-energy that appeared before first light of the Universe
so many billions of years before, from a certain perspective. In the
meanwhile, before the evident ends of time in sundry black holes that
would combine into one if given the time and opportunity. The
trillions of galaxies that existed and might be regarded as stages in
the course of life’s way, were beset by another problem that was
already making itself known unto the humans living at the edge of the
Silky Way galaxy where they had believed themselves safely beyond the
reach of Aristarchs and sundry other urban evils of the interior
Universe. The problem arose with what were later called the Species
of Ate.
Species of Ate
At
Coronation the Aristarch Billy Conn and his student intern were
fussing over the recently arrived FTL 2 installation in a research
dome embedded within the heart of darkness chtonic realm of the
Forbgjin project level closer to the center of the planet.
“Where
is the curator of the Ian Gland Monster Plan- get him here now”,
he said aloud to his ever-vigilant and mostly free yet enslaved A.I..
That
would be Dr. Ian Gland, who is working in the universal Genome
experimental lab and presently moving toward you at this location.
Arrival time three minutes eleven seconds in the central human poop
chute.”
Thus
it was that the sallow complexioned inventor of genome monster
variations in every possible functioning permutation arrived in the
primary sanitary poop chute for transport of all besides Aristarchs
that webbed the planet like sclerotic veins.
He
was excreted from the chute with a whoosh of gas and landed feet
first to stand before Aristarch Conn.
“You
see this FTL 2 tech unit Dr. Gland?” He nodded. I want enough
gnomic monsters to eat all of the people’s leaders of human poop
planets not within my power. I will send those monsters to all of
those worlds.”
Ian
Gland
said; “That may be as many as a billion worlds Aristarch. Fuugick
shlat sir, there are ten billion worlds worth inhabiting outside the
Zone
of Avoidance,
and realistically a billion of those are of human poop beyond your
control, I would need to create at least a trillion little monsters
plus whatever drones and supervisory personnel for control you want
to send.”
“Don’t
aspire beyond yourself Von Poop. I have this all under control. Just
get to work manufacturing enough monsters for a billion worlds and
have them ready to travel to every imaginable sort of place that the
ewer of undead poop may be hiding.”
“Yes
Aristarch” replied Dr. Ian Gland, before turning to exit through
the fast poop chute emerged from a wall.
The Outer Rim
There
are galaxies such as the Silky Way that have existed in various forms
since near the inception of the Universe. Some of the stars; fewer
than 30%, are remnants of that early age when the Universe was less
than a half billion years old. Red dwarf stars burn slowly and fade
away at a pace less than the time required for the black hole called
Sagittarius A would need to consume all of the remaining stars of the
galaxy.
The
Silky Way resembles in form, a starfish with four main tentacles and
a few lesser that are irregularly structured with fractals of
millions of stars about which most often orbit planets from gas
giants to small rocky worlds. Sagittarius A is like a mouth at the
center of the tentacles drawing its arms back into itself for
destruction. That is, it is a masochistic self-hating nihilist
bringing about its own destruction, though it may well be that ii
envisions itself as a kind of auto-immune disorder that will
transform all normal mass into something else, something greater,
after it consumes and annihilates everything that exists. In some
ways a black hole is a role model for the Aristarch class of human.
Because
of Newton’s inverse square law of gravity regarding distance and
force, or better put in terms of Einstein’s curvature of space
expressed in general relativity, the spiral arms of the Silky Way
swirl around the horrendous hungry mouth at the center of the
wonderful whirlpool drawing every bit of matter in the galaxy to
destruction; it is a predictable wheel of fortune with a predestined
end; unless the galaxy is lucky enough to be disrupted by collision
with another galaxy drifting into its path bring millions of stars in
wrenching whipsaws tossed into reorganize like anarchic union
remnants placing themselves in new alignments of convenience. Yet
destiny may slingshot individual stars into extreme orbits beyond the
edge of the galaxy, and even through the galactic halo into the
darkness of true intergalactic space.
Humanity's
search for sentient alien life had existed for several thousand years
already and none of that was ever found, for a simple reason.
Sentient life forms that were smart enough to reach beyond their own
biological nursery soon realized that the primary role of primitive
life that is the consumption of other life for its energy and
tastiness made concealment of their awakened intelligence from other
advanced species a priority if they were to survive. The latent
characteristics of all biological life may not disappear when it
achieved an advanced form of intelligence.
Species
that gambled with their existence and broadcast their development
loud and clear for the galaxy and Universe to encounter were soon
snuffed as rival sentient beings. Sometimes they were actually
consumed as new species of ate on alien menus. Sometimes the newly
awakened species camouflaged their presence from the Universe and had
a good chance for survival Though the Universe appeared devoid of
alien, sentient life, it was not.
It
was easy for the Aristarchs to use the FTL 2 tech system to disperse
wise-guy, invisible surveillance and scouting drones about the arms
of the Silky Way in intervals adequate to survey the new expanse for
acquisition. The drones could determine where human settlements were
located and if they were opulent or shitholes worthy of complete
destruction. Shithole worlds with cheap and eyesore buildings were
even less worth saving than the people that would allow such poverty
to exist in the new realm of Aristarch envy. Aristarchs sought only
to conquer the best of physical infrastructure and assuredly no the
worst though there may very likely be raw undeveloped resources worth
bringing into the treasury.
With
the scout drones returning messages to the Aristarchs through their
entry points where the messages could be snatched and returned to
Coronation those planets selected for an invasion of monsters that
would eat and poop th humans, compiling D.N.A. genome records for the
database of human poops the Aristarchs kept, the time for conflict
was fast approaching the galaxy.
Orbitron
General
Gua received news from scouts returning from Synthawhim than an FTL 2
unit indeed was missing. He had assigned Carla Femfibontrop and John
Dwight to an intensive course briefing on the status of human settled
worlds of the galaxy’s major and minor spiral arms. The galaxy was
itself rotating dragging the spiral arms with it while they slowly
moved in toward the business ends of the bar shaped vast galactic
central black hole. Gua felt it necessary to recall them to his
presence to share the news.
He
did so, and was immediately apprised of more news. When Dwight and
Femfibontrop presented themselves before him he wondered;
“What
the Aristarchs might be up to with the new-to-them FTL 2 tool isn’t
too hard to guess; conquest. Yet what way might they go about that?
Any ideas?”
I
said; “I believe that they might attack the spiral arms from the
outward in. While we were studying the data about the settlements I
noticed that the outer defenses most remote from the Aristarchs were
the least well defended in the mistaken belief that they were most
secure. With FTL 2 distance communications able to attack anyplace in
the galaxy reasonably quickly, that belief is quite wrong.”
“Sure
John. If I were the Aristarchs I too would attack from the outside in
and consolidate toward the center, driving the opposition force-us,
toward the Zone of Avoidance and the death that lies therein. In fact
I have just received a report of scout drones being observed at the
extremities of the spiral arms closest to the galactic halo.
Evidently the Aristarchs are already mapping out our locations and
force composition for battle.
Of
course we cannot know exactly how the Aristarch will attack.
Coronation is about 26,000 light years from Sagittarius A and were
are about 30,000. It is necessary to defend our inner lines most
close to coronation as well as the outer. Though the distal worlds
are reporting in II would like you two to travel to the edge of the
galaxy for first-hand observations.”
“Alright
General, that’s fine with me. What about you Carla?”
“I
wouldn’t possible miss the opportunity to survey the state of the
outer worlds at the edge.”
I
asked the General; “Where too sir?”
“I
will let you take your pick, based on the recent intensive course
material you have hopefully completed studying, yet I suggest you
select a planet with a good view of the Large Magellanic Cloud, for
it may be in that direction should things turn sour beyond
redemption, that we would need exodus for the survival of the free
human race.”
Carla
and I set off for the FTL 4 facility with a purpose.
“Where
would you like to go John. Does any particular planet come to find?”
“Well
Carla, what about the Calvin Luther-Caesar planet at the end of the
spiral arm?”
”It
seems like a good choice. The Aristarchs might logically attack at
the end of the spiral arm Orbitron is on as well as inside and
directly.”
We
paused at an alcove overlook the micro-dimensional maelstrom. Carla
asked; I am curious about how these xobods work. Do you have any
noticeable change in your sensory experience?”
“Actually
no Carla. The replica sensations work quite well.”
‘I
can thing of one that doesn’t. Do you mind if I try an experiment?”
“Go
ahead Carla.”
“She
reached and and placed her hand on my crotch.
“Do
you feel me”, she asked.
“Yes,
and that feels rather good Carla.”
“Well
John. There is a slight rising in the density of the xobod as well as
a bulging of the suit there. Yet I believe your actual equipment is
nearly frozen and unmoving. In my opinion you could not reach any
sort of climax in the frozen condition. Perhaps the suit sensations
would simply deceive your brain with false signals.”
“And
what of you Carla. Is your pseudo body nearly frozen within the
xobod, as is mine?”
“Would
you give it a try John? My chest assess are usually 34 D and
reasonably firm. Gently go over them a bit, would you?”
“O.K.”,
I replied somewhat nervously, and with surprising excitement, for
this encounter was something approaching sexual activity- a matter I
had not practiced since returning to life from my genome code.
I
placed my hands upon each of her breasts and felt the same; the
roundness and even through the thin fabric, goosebumps about her
aureoles and a very firm left nipple.
“How
does that feel Carla?”
“Dreamy
John. Rather like a soft ice cream sundae on a hot day in its
sensuality. You should know my pseudobod is fully functional even
within the xobod. Well, nearly. Reproduction requires D.N.A. cloning
off-line, or D.N.A. reconfiguration off-line. Some pseudobods are
given working reproductive equipment, yet they tend to require too
much maintenance monthly and are commonly not included in the flesh
attribute option selections.
I
believe we can sort out these affairs in more detail after completing
our mission, no?”
“Yes,
I think so too.
Finally
we arrived at the FTL 4 facility. Provided the destination to A.I.
and stepped through the shimmering dimensional extrusive wall to the
next world.
Calvin Luther-Caesar
Stepping
through the dimensional membrane a gentle snash ruffled the
goverberries.
“Into
the fray letting the fish and chips fall where they may!”
“A
fine sentiment John. Look, a human is approaching.”
And
certainly it was so. High on a snow blow plateau of dark stone,
craggy and desolate the transparent FTL 4 housing gave us view of a
tall walking figure; a rational man, entering through a slap door
whence he greeted us.
“Welcome
to Calvin Luther-Caesar friends!” he said warmly. “I am Solomon
Ebban, keeper of the divine hope.”
“As
are we all”; Carla replied with a slight bow, as if she had
actually learned something of cultural sociopology.
“We
have begun receiving reports of monsters attacking our neighboring
worlds yet so far we have been spared. Yet we have no time to waste
in preparing a defense, though we know not against whom or what.”
“Yes
; lead on”, said I.
So
we left the desolate plateau on a rocky crag overlooking a frozen sea
beyond and a netherworld in twilight with a sharp terminator line
fast moving away toward a horizon full of sharp mountains into the
slap doors he had approached from into an austere interiors world we
view from above standing as we now were upon a liftovator moving
downward toward a room of interior desert space seemingly without end
on the horizontal axis.
“I
am fascinated with your planet . Incidentally I am John Dwight and my
lady friend is Carla Femfibontrop.”
“And
so very happy to meet you both am I friends. God willing it would be
good if the circumstance wasn’t so pressing. Even so, as we journey
to our defense control center, let me tell you something of the
nature of our planet.”
“Yes
if you will sir,” Carla added.
“Calvin
Luther-Caesar is a composite synthetic natural world. Our founders
felt that a spiritual retreat at the edge of the galaxy was a good
idea. They believed that secular sciences were profoundly atheistic
and narrow minded, and that it would be better to go beyond the
warped context of shaped gravitational fields and stuck-in-the-mud
thought that predominated the social reality of the era. The edge of
the galaxy looked pretty good to them. The quantum interbrain seemed
to superposition quicker away from gravitational field lines closer
toward Sagittarius A, and they also had a different interpretation of
glitches and echoes of other dimensions passing through this universe
believed to be artifacts of prior cycled Universes. They believed
they might be able to recover data from the micro-dimensional script
that read of prior, lost Universes. The Creator of substance and
shadow, meaning and non-meaning, sound and fury might have left a
message for us to decode or perhaps not. Yet it was their destiny to
try. They built this world as the will of the giver of destiny
allowed, interpreting His will through sacred scripture as best they
could understand and implement it.”
“Really
. Quite a heritage. And what about the actual physics of the planet?”
“Scraps
of planetesimals without active cores were brought here and packed
with gravity around an imported nickel iron core with enough
radioactive materials to keep it molten and active, and water from
comet ice was buried beneath a surface layer of rock and regolith.
Eventually the planet settled into a form with a warm interior and a
crusty mantel as more cometary ice was deposited on the surface and
covered with more regolith. An orbiting fusion light provided focused
sunshine from an orbiting moon that simulated an Earth day and night.
Melting ice heated below the surface erupted as geysers and artesian
wells. Disconformities in plate tectonics developed and melted and
running water from below and the surface gather in low places pushing
the crust downward creating ocean basins. The tilted angles of crust
created faster, more sharply defined plate boundaries of crust.
Mountain ranges formed. An atmosphere was developed with heat from
above and below creating vapors with the majority of molecules
floating above the surface drawn back to the surface with gravity.
Planets with less gravity than Earth-standard tend to let water’s
constituents escape to easily into etherialized forms and onto space.
Rainfalls and surface scouring occur with gravity and condensed
vapor. We have a world with a circling sun that shine brightly half
the day and a planetary wind, a rotating world on an axis quite alike
Earth’s. And we have time to wonder we should go about
life-proliferating upon the surface in some manner other than
accidentally allowing goverberries,microbes and bacteria to escape
from us.”
“Marvelous
. The providence of grace, yet now the Aristarchan storm.” I
wondered about the destiny of mankind and how individuals of the same
species could be so very different; some for life, and some for
death. “
When
the lift finally set down on the main level we were rather taken
about, momentarily, for the wonder.
Columns
as stalagmites reached from a vast ceiling downward to a floor that
was vague, opulent, dazzling, transparent and other worldly, as
apparently, was the ceiling. Within each column frozen in place was
what can be said to be nothing other than a Universe in all the
stages of its birth life and death. Some had a light wave passing
within them from one end to the other, sometimes fractured into
pieces. The colorful columns seemed to recede into infinity. We
walked through their midst.
“If
you’re wondering, this is an experimental FTL 6 facility we are
piecing together from deciphered scraps of former Universes accessed
through the interbrain continuum of other, micro-dimensions. The
encompassing floor and ceiling are an eternal analogue field from
which every possible Universe that has ever existed, or will exists,
emerges. Each Universe is frozen in time with its complete history
from birth to death in whatever form of cycle it has. If there are
human or other sentient beings within a light is issued in the
beginning and follows through the subjective Universe as a temporal
exstasis.”
“Unbelievable
. How will it work?” Carla wondered aloud.
“We
are modeling the Universes in our four-dimension plus micros
space-time continuum, and will form an analogue for our purposes of
traveling through the non-continua empty space between Universes as
we are presently. God may start, stop, set alight or issue Universes
in whatever way he wishes of course and they are all compresent to
his eternal alpha and omega being yet for us the extra-continua space
amidst all possible Universes is where we will need to work to
relocate ourselves from any given point to another in whatever
Universe, whenever.”
“Can
we use this technology to let us defend against the Aristarchs ? I
asked.
“Unfortunately
no. it isn’t yet hooked up nor fully understood. Maybe that will
change some time in the future John.”
“God
be praised”, said I.
We
then hyper-slid on the soles of our feet across the apparent floor
with an intelligent mind to the center of planetary defense
coordination. Black marbled walls rose a dozen feet above the floor
with a dense complex of barriers interwoven and of many materials
disappearing at the recognition of Ebban and us, his guests. Hundreds
of people with dressed in monks habits of stealth shroud tech
monitored and interacted with hundreds of worlds in the neighborhood
of Luther-Caesar. Many were being attacked by myriad forms and
numbers of alien monsters, some of which were invisible at times
until found eating humans alive or dead.
Ebban
said; “These aliens consuming us don’t seem at all familiar do
they?”
“No
sir, unusually ugly creatures though.”
Ebban
continued; “Those
creatures evidently are variations of genome creativity. We have
killed a few and dissected them already. Each bears genetic coding
with the abominable patent of Aristarchs.
We
can provide live streaming of attacks on neighboring worlds as they
develop.”
Carla
asked Solomon Ebban about the sociopology rationale for Calvin
Luther-Caesar’s people’s reason for exodus from their former
world; “Solomon, what were a few of the practical reason
that brought your exo-planetary reformation? I am a sociopologist
when not an observer of monstrous Aristarch attacks.”
“Yes
Carla. There are numerous causus beli for the exodus that I can tell
you while we travel from here to a surface site that I fell may draw
some opposition force interest .
Marriages
became a progressive mockery of the initial life duration
heterosexual monogamy. The line between marriage and prostitution
blurred. Eventually they reduced to pay-by-the-hour conjugation
permits from licensed government vendors.
We
tried legislating the end of prostitution with a cashless society
that would keep a transparent record of every financial tranasction
in a society founded upon ecological economics and reformed
capitalism that supplied all basic human needs and provided some
start up capital for everyone to invest in research to have a chance
to get a project actualized through approval of a social board
reviewing ecospheric value to social order and progress. There were
far too many obstructions for that to work though, and the most rich
owned and controlled every agit-prop outfit.
Humans
were troubled with any sort of meaning or responsibility and sought
to live in a cellular condition. Homosexuals became lysergic
hydrochloric acid agents of nihilism destroying the vestiges of
integral cellular citizenship eroding the properties of rights and
privacy of individuals the future Aristarchs abhor.
The
end game of earth-like planet economics became too plain. Human
demographics show increase of population over time. The world had
finite surface area, ecosphere and natural resources hence economists
like Malthus and Ricardo foresaw problems. That paradigm hasn’t
gone away though the misguided space operas with faster-than-light
ships trivialize the reality of Earth. That generation may be said to
have forged the end game of Earth.
It
is a tale with two primary outcomes; one is of sound and fury
signifying nothing and the other is a reasoned stabilization at a
level of maximum productive stability. They believe that development
should continue irresponsibly as if they were in a child’s
playground of delights with sweets of light crude oil under every
wildlife refuge for ever. There’s is a tale told by idiots
signifying dystopia, deforestation and the death of most species of
mammals on Earth-like worlds.
Every
generation that has a 1% annual rate of economic or population growth
at the end of 30 years has about a 33% per generation increase. The
law of accumulation is ignored by the ignorant. Over a century the
increase is thousands, and that law of accumulation applies to
demographics as well. Thousands of times of increase on Earth-like
planets without a capacity to provide even a fraction of the natural
resources. When we build a new world of Earth size these days we may
begin with a construction population of 10 billion yet soon
thereafter reduce population for the new planet through measured one
birth per family for a few generations to the normal carrying
capacity for an Earth world of two billion. Some of the extra
population may relocate to construct another world. It is normal that
each new world has an optimal ration of humans per surface area for
production and a healthy ecosphere simultaneously.
We
know in retrospect that as the age of the gentiles is bing fulfilled
the human race has expanded its construction of living ecospheres as
if they were meta-terrariums in a myriad of forms beyond the solar
system’s moons and planets and wherever possible across the 100
thousand light year in diameter galaxy. There is no pre-tribulation
eschatology that is valid unless humans force their own disaster even
if it the Aristarchs that are the source of disaster. The philosophy
of personal egoism drives forward proximate short term advantage for
a minority even over the existence of everyone.
Populations
cannot achieve zpg then experience a flood of immigrants to replace
them without causing more damage to social infrastructure and the
ecosphere. With a calm draw-down of population growth while
technology and education of the masses increases world ecospheres
could be directed to recover and new opportunities for building
off-world ecospheres explored. It is important to begin building
terrarium ecospheres with as much wildlife from Earth-like worlds as
possible to improve the art. Innovative ideas for moons and planets
can bring new ways of letting life flourish including new human
populations intelligently designed to be in appropriate numbers for
the new ecospheres.
Adroit
political management rather than coercion need be the political
method for stabilizing human populations as it bides its time before
increasing again in new ecospheric regions it learns to build. Those
ecospheres should be as robust and teeming with life as that God gave
unto mankind rather than depleted of it. There is a time to grow a
population and a time to hold fast or even decrease. Sometimes,
fortunately rarely for politicians, conservative, sober rectitude is
requisite for species survival.
Population
wasn’t the sole or even primary problem Carla. There is a failure
of any sort of ethics in the evolution derived philosophies even if
evolution is itself contingently factual.
Ethics
and moral norms die within modern evolution culture. It is amusing to
consider how far the demise of morality and ethics go, for there is
no basis for preferring one moral order over another on the basis of
necessity, except as one believes in a natural law and necessary
moral order inferred fro that. Logicians and ethicists might argue
however that any ethics of evolution based on natural law is forced
by circumstance and without coherent or compelling necessity.
Some
evolutionary scientists that are militant atheists have argued that
the sole moral value or imperative is passing on genes. Of course
they are entirely wrong about that. It is not at all necessary to
pass on genes, and one outcome of evolution is as valid in its
entire, complete meaninglessness as any other. Life is itself
meaningless and nothing more than sound and fury signifying nothing
as Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet.
If
evolution ethics is less meaningful if possible than that of
Buddhism, it is interesting to consider some of the formulations
possible with the meaninglessness. If we give symbols for various
ethical systems and consequences, moral orders and etc and put them
into a mathematical logic expression the results return 0 for
meaning. * equals multiplication or process of regard by Evolution...
i.e.
Evo * morality = 0
Evo
* moral system 1to infinity= 0
Evo
* political ethics = 0
Evo
* environmental conservation = 0
etc.
Assuredly
people can make moral systems and orders themselves and sometimes
even collectively yet the result is still meaningless. Power may be
meaningful yet the end result of power and politics is
meaninglessness. As a Christian I believe in a coherent divine ethics
and grace of God yet for evolutionary atheists that is a non
sequitur.
I
was motivated to note the meaninglessness of evolution in its own
logic wherein everything that exist is phenomenal and a fluke,
godless and a kind of joke upon itself after noting a history paper
taking an indirect shot at Christians via environmentalism. Actually
the most important role of Christians is to talk about the Lord Jesus
Christ. Scientists should be concerned more with science instead of
religion yet as they generally have the polarizing filter of atheism
that moves them to view religion as a sociological phenomenon it is
irresistible for contemporary scientific evolution based atheists not
to try to rid the world of Christians and their ethics as if it would
be a better place.
Evolution
is however completely godless in the scientific, atheist point of
view, even though some Christian philosophers regard God as quite
capable of evolving anything he deems worth evolving at any time
before or after any given Universe he [plans to actually mortal human
life in at some point. Scientific evolutionist-atheists today believe
the entire concern is one of a requirement that all be atheists
because evolution is true and evolution requires a world without God,
and that is not logically valid either.
I
would suggest that the value of meaningfulness in nature and
meaningfulness in words and ideas have some natural validity. Words
and ideas have meaning in communication. Valid communication isn’t
meaningless and neither is the truth or falsity of expression or
words representing ideas. In fact it is challenging to prove the
meaninglessness of the Universe and everything in it when sentient
beings finding meaning in things, and it becomes churlish to deny in
theory the existence of any being greater than humanity or other
biologically based life. Evolution-atheists cannot tolerate any sort
of immaterial nature of meaning and thought, spirit or values based
on spirit though there are some intellectual hazards in attempting to
do so. Semiotics must leads to quarks or strings ultimately and
meaning must vanish into meaninglessness as a Universe must too even
if only to reappear in a cyclic tree of infinite Universe blossoming.
Modern
science while being technologically strong is also morally
indefensible. That is it hasn’t a shred of ethical validity within
its own logic, and that’s the way they want it.
We
have summarized the lack of ethics of atheism in a parable simple
enough to be unselbstandigkeit;
Stone
Rules
A
bird was heard to say
toward
the end of a long day
when
asked the execrable question
of
why he rested
pausing
to stir fragments of a cracker with the small feat
scratching
for meaning
that
of the truth nothing could be known
not
shown to evident senses
through
the paradox of everything evolved
with
nothing of meaning ever solved
never
morality, not even of genes
nothing
has meaning, not even dreams
He
could confirm that
a
cat with an IQ of 390 said so
nothing
has meaning, not even a taste
don’t
fly away bird, let me sample thy taste
with
a wing flap and a last bite
flying
yonder a chirp sounded high
singing
of God’s infinite field
and
IQ as high as the sky
with
round space-times attracted to central standard time
branched
away near the top of a talus slope
crumbled
down
nothingness
fornever on the other side
backing
up somethingness now
multiplying
space with pieces of ate
shattering
events in symmetry breaking logic-packets
the
way the wind blows
cold
winter’s snow
over
waves of phenomenality
close
on the shorelines of rhyme
like
stone tools and stone rules
laws
of God written on hearts and minds.”
The First Wave
“You
were fortunate to exodus before the Aristarchs conformed the
mid-galaxy into the image of the beast as it were”. Carla looked
ahead to a roll cage protected tube vehicle built for a half-dozen
or fewer passengers a few dozen feet ahead where Ebban was leading.
Its door was opened and we walked into it and were encompassed with
gentle foam restraints that left our faces free for breathing. The
temporarily firm foam held fast when the door closed and we began
accelerating at a race about as close to that a human being can
endure without damage to health.
The
cage moved with a melodious crackling as if mirroring some inner
somatic rhythm, except as it made a curving turn with increasing
gravity as the unit made an adjustment within the tube; a network of
177,00 miles of subterranean tubes that lay under the surface of
Calvin Luther-Caesar. Blood whooshed in the brain and ear with the
gravity. Under deserts, mountains and oceans for several minutes the
journey ran in a kaleidescope of lights passing to fast to separate
into images of objects. The deceleration began slowly increasing in
force until we were glad to be surrounded by the intelligent foam
that faded away as we cam to a smooth stop.
My
ears popped within the exobod. A delicious rich, strong scent reached
us. We arrived at morning snack for the defense troops at a hilltop
overlooking a verdant plain.
The
plain was surrounded with distant jagged mountains. Our defense field
HQ seemed comfortable enough with spartan economy. The troops were
staggered meters apart in the chow line waiting for a strong med-stew
with innoculants against known war viruses. The defense perimeter had
man-chairs with shock and sound defenses and intelligent foam
parameters that could stop most direct fire projectiles less than a
certain caliber and speed. Transparent reflexiglass compartments
would fill with the clear foam instantly as reflexiglass interpreted
lysergic projectile impact. It seemed a reasonable defense position
against conventional threats yet what was conventional for the
Aristarchs today?
We
took our place in the chow line as the mid-day sun suddenly
disappeared and an ethereal green ground light arose allowing us to
see.
Solomon
Ebban said that; “We have shut down the moon’s sunshine until the
conflict is resolved. My theory is that while the AI scouts were here
and reporting on our planet’s environment they noted the diurnal
artistarlight as normal. The Aristarchs biological monsters won’t
be adaptable to complete darkness as few biological beings can see
well with complete darkness instantly. The attacks have already begun
on neighboring worlds so Calvin Luther-Caesar should expect its cued
up monsters from the Aristarchs to be arriving when they reach the
head of the FTL 2 line.”
A
shrieking purr reverberated across the sky in the darkness. I didn’t
see anything, then a bright flash exploded up high followed by
several more around the horizon. Something had arrived from the
Aristarchan armory and deployed, yet what was it?
In
the darkness a softfall whisper dropped myriad dark flakes that clung
unto everything they fell upon on the ground. Some of the first
contacted troops saw the flakes liquefy with heat and eat their way
through uniforms quickly increasing in size. Within a few seconds of
first contact the slime-mold ate the entire soldier converting him
into excrement; brown lumpy sludge smearing its place in the dirt.
The surviving troops retreated into their foam chairs reclining and
with a release and go command from Ebban blasting skyward with
deployment at several thousand feet of power-chutes that let them
sail safely above the sprawling slime-mold consuming material and
troops on the ground. In that first contact the local defense force
suffered thirty-five casualties from a force of two hundred. Carla
and I also lifted off; with Solomon in a plasma-shielded diamond
insinuator craft in a deafening, muffled explosion of energy. Behind
us a tactical nuclear weapon detonated to incinerate as much of the
slime-mold as was possible.
Apparently
several miles from the defunct field HQ at some uncertain point in
the black sky our craft inverted and its canopy open as the plasma
field extinguished and we were cast out into free fall arrested when
we landed once more in shock absorbing intelligent foam.
Looking
up from our backs in the foam we say a terminator line close overhead
upon the starlight of the night. When complete darkness took over and
the foam receded bright lights came on.
“This
is a stealth shrouded floating command emergency blimp thirty
thousand feet above Calvin Luther-Caesar. Other emergency stealth
blimps have recovered out surviving troops.”
“That
sort of slime-mold attack evidently wasn’t what you expected
Solomon”; Carla observed.
“Yek,
it wasn’t like the full bodied monsters attacking our neighbors.
Might have been some kind of chemical-biological-mechanical slime
mold synthesis; completely stupid yet deadly. The Aristarchs have
some sort of genius working their design of attack monsters. And
there is just one designer capable of such perfidy; Dr. Ian Gland.
The
floating field HQ was a hive of activity.
“Status
report”; Ebban asked a CO standing nearby at a task station.
The
tall, thin commanding officer answered;
“The
first wave was a global attack that took the lives of about 20% of
soldiers on the surface. There were no injured soldiers whom remained
alive. The effectiveness of the Aristarch agent of death was 100%.
Because we have moved our forces skyward and underground sealing the
locks behind we have for the time being stopped loss of cadre.”
“Alright
Commander Stall; ready for the second wave that undoubtedly will
follow. Aristarchs are too avaristic to be satisfied with 20% without
taking possession of the world.”
“Yes
Prime Ebban.”
We
wasted no time on the HQ blimp and instead prepared to exit the blimp
to reenter the world below.
Ebban
explained; “Put on these electro-mag charged jumpsuits, we are
heading downward.”
Carla
still looked shapely with a charcoal black electro-mag charged
jumpsuit on. I had a matching suit and Solomon had put one on as
well. We moved to stand on a bomb-bay door. A few seconds after we
centered upon it the two halves of the door swiftly recessed into the
floor and we plunged downward into the cold night sky.
A
few minutes passed for our free fall to the surface, and without
wearing parachutes I was more than a little curious about how our
fall would be halted without us becoming simple splatter patterns in
triplicate.
We
gradually slowed our free fall drawing to ground zero and continued
to slow as we fell in a large shaft below the surface of the world.
Our fall halted completely a few feet in the air over the floor of a
militarily defended electro-magnetic field catcher. Ebban used his
arms to swim through the electromagnetic field horizontally, and we
emulated the movement, coming to rest on a shelf encircling the
catchment chamber.
We
arose to stand and observe the chamber that began receiving hundreds
of surviving troops that had reached stealth blimps and been
delivered over the catchment chamber to jump into the global tube
system fir redeployment and readiness for the anticipated second
wave.
We
followed Ebban from the chamber into tube system. A personal
communication device informed Ebban that monsters of macro size were
attacking the surface cities of Calvin Luther-Caesar decimating any
remaining population that hadn’t evacuated to the tube system below
the planet and at least temporary safety of the underground cities
noted for shutdown potential for survival and energy independence.
Ebban
exclaimed; “I want to see the battle for New Kosherstein myself. I
suggest you may wish to avoid that area of operations for its combat
status presently. Our troops are fighting the monsters yet it is no
sure thing. We are taking heavy casualties though we are inflicting
many too.”
“Wouldn’t
miss it Solomon” Carla declared; “I might learn something.”
I
added; “Me too.”
Walking
to another entry point for a cage unit we stopped at an armaments
locker on the way. Solomon waved his security hand print and the
locker door admitted us for entry. The locker was lined with numerous
kinds and styles of personal weapons useful for close combat.
“Select
what you like my friends” Solomon explained taking hold of a brace
of emg kinetic pistols and bandoleer himself, “at this point we
don’t know what we’ll encounter.”
“Hope
for the best and prepare for the worst”, I replied.
“Exactly”,
Carla added, loading herself up with a will-controlled drone scythe
blade and an automatic rifled grenade launcher.
I
took a Japanese Katana with me. A duplicate of the samurai swords
with five tempered layers of hard metal. Of course I also took a
hyper-velocity kinetic dart MP-54 with me just in case fitting it
snuggly onto my left arm. It fired 14,000 darts per minute from a
magazine holding 27,000 darts worth of powder that took on shape from
a high-speed micro-3d printer in the magazine.
Though
wars were driven by others, rather than ourselves, even so with our
exobods and electro-mag jumpsuits and load of personal weapons we
might have been an example to aliens of why humanity is risible, for
what else could good people think of themselves, if any such could be
found, with such an appearance, if they were able to think of
themselves objectively beyond the immediate ideas about survival and
learning how to overcome evil.
We
were ready for combat and walked to the tube.
In
the bullet cage we shot ballistically toward New Kosherstein through
the variegated curvature and tube tensors leading through branches
for everywhere on the planet to our destination. We required just
seventeen minutes and a few seconds to slow smoothly without a lurch
, turn and head straight upward to the surface emerging from blurred
visions interspersed with motes of darkness into the bright light of
day streaming in through a panorama of security windows on the world.
The vision port was vacant and when we entered from the tube we saw
that we were atop a great building suggesting something like the
ancient Mayan temple of Tikal. Near the windows were control panels
inputing data from the planet’s ten other surface cities with
information about their condition.
Ebban
informed us; “This is a do-it-ourselves operation. The people have
joined the battle coordinating themselves with partial A.I. comms
personally. I see that the fight is going well for us leading me to
believe that this is an outlier attack of the second wave rather than
the main component. I believe the citizen-soldiers can handle it for
now.”
“What
about the slime-mold Solomon”?
“It
has been neutralized with cryo-dispersants and nano-tech together
John Dwight. We may have got all of it, its hard to be certain
though. Let me brief you on our surface cities while we have a
moment, that may be useful later.
We
have made a study of ancient Earth and the history of its population
dispersion that brought humans from the old world; the eastern
hemisphere, to the new world; the Western hemisphere. We found that
though the Westerners were fully modern humans biological that
because of their separate development remote from the parent
population of the East that they lost the multicultural tool and
technological development of the East than synergetically
cross-fertilized other eastern civilizations in a reinforcing process
that accelerated technological tool invention and knowledge
dispersion.
Initially
humans migrated west as early as 30,000 B.C. yet most came much later
beginning about 15,000 B.C. That was before the invention of human
metallurgy in the east, yet just, and so the migrants west went
without knowledge of metal making and they entirely lacked a cultural
situation that would soon produce metals. Pre-Columbian Americans
never developed metal smelting technology. They were thus limited to
stone building without the elaborate carved columns such as decorated
Corinthian columns with crenelated flutings.
Because
building great stone cities required a critical mass of population
for workers the construction of the great pre-Columbian American
cities of the Aztec, Inca, Maya and so forth occurred much later than
the rise of civilizations in the Eastern hemisphere. Even so with the
metal technology of the East wood-working and the appearance of
Christianity most of Europe never experienced the construction of
great stone cities, and those that did such as Athens, Etruria,
Rome, Knossos and so forth were a phase that was passed.
The
Westerners were biological modern humans and their intelligence had
continued to evolve, or rather their brains had, at the same pace as
their peers in the East, yet they did so without the inheritance of
Eastern culture and developed stonework without metal tools. That
skill continued right until the arrival of Columbus. Technologically
the Americans were more than 7000 years behind in technological
development.
It
is easy to extrapolate from the maximum pre-Columbian population of
about 20 million Americans that it is likely that fewer than a half
million Easterners ever made the far journey west over the 30,000
years before Columbus. If they had their population should have been
quite a bit larger by at least an order of magnitude. The law of
accumulation works in demographics and economic growth, and we have
learned from that on Calvin Luther-Caesar.
This
planet has every environment we know that can sustain the growth of
biological life except for extremals. That is in a temperature range
of between 100 degrees below zero Fahrenheit and 200 degrees above
zero F. These habitats support the full range of plant and animal
life that can develop although not in every possible permutation. Our
neighboring planets have tried to support their own portion of the
rainbow of ecospheres in their own selected wavelengths of the
spectrum.
The
eleven cities of Calvin Luther-Caesar occupy just eleven of the sixty
four circles of potential habitation or wilding amidst the large
interstitial wild spaces between the circles.
The
human habitation circles each represent healthy position on a global
chessboard of sixty squares (we have circled the squares rather than
vice versa so forgive us for that if you will). Each city is built
with an adapted architectural design style based on an ancient Earth
civilization. These cities have broad avenues for wildlife to journey
safely amidst the cities that for humans begin effectively on layer
two. It is on layer one however, amidst the wildlife of Calvin
Luther-Caesar, that the battle is being fought.”
“If
I may ask Solomon, where did the paradigm of the chessboard come
from, as it applies to topology?”
“Carla
the original topology of the chessboard arose from ancient Afghan
warlords battle planning. I had an innovation of my own they brought
me to suggest it to the CLC priesthood of believers.”
“And
what was that Solomon?” Carla asked.
‘Each
square of a chessboard make be likened unto the surface membrane of a
holographic Universe with four space-time directions. Below each
square is another complete chessboard with individual Universes of
their own with infinite recursion. That is a model of a Multiverse,
and the relationship of positions of pieces and pawns on each
chessboard and its squares over time determines the configuration of
the gravitational field of each Universe and the composite and
specific mass and energy endowment of each Universe as expressed by
its total gravity. The Multiverse itself and all of its chessboard
hang in nothingness in a way that expresses the sum of the
gravitational configurations of all of the chessboards of the
Multiverse as they express their power through extra-dimensional,
extra-chessboard super-positioning of gravitational fields.”
I
said; “Yes Solomon, I can see how that would be an inspiration for
adapting city planning ideas for a planet surface. It also suggests
to me primitive circular irrigation patterns as viewed from above.”
Coronation
The
Aristarch hostile takeover A-team were gathered in the kill control
suites watching their first wave plan results return from scout
A.I.’s scattered across the 100,000 light year expanse of the Silky
Way’s outter edge. Aristarchs Mike Ripper, Clay Wallace, Sighund
Bettah and Thorn Pledge joined Zillary Gaul and Honcho Billy Conn
whom was wearing his Trifecta Admiralty hat around a mock-up of the
galaxy working various control mechanisms with body movements caught
and interpreted by motion sensors as instructions. Aristarch Conn did
a series of quick pelvic thrusts sending ordering more advanced
parties for a second wave to enter the FTL 2 facility whereat they
were cued and launch an attack on the cities of distant Calvin
Luther-Caesar.
Conn
looked at the kill scoreboard and the percentage body count of the
extreme edge of the galaxy free human settlements that were attacked
in the first wave with an expression of displeasure;
“We
only got twenty percent of that human poop converted into puree with
the first wave; that isn’t gonna cut it. Get Dr. Ian Gland up here
pronto!”
The
other Aristarchs busied themselves with ordering their advance
parties of the second wave to the FTL 2 facility in the combat launch
level of Coronation after receiving the same news of the comparative
ineffectiveness of the first wave of attack.
Dr.
Gland entered the kill control suite and approached Billy Conn.
“Aristarch,
I am at your pleasure.”
“You
are at my displeasure doctor. We only got twenty percent dead with
your slime-mold. The second wave better be orders of magnitude more
effective.”
“And
it will be Aristarch Conn. The first wave was a psychological
conditioner that stimmed the outer worlds to move most of their
people underground where they will be better concentrated for the
killing third wave.”
“Third
wave? What about the second wave Gland?” The second wave is a
conventional sprout and go monster assault on the remaining surface
troops. Eliminating those will facilitate the third wave.”
“Oh,
alright Gland. Get back to work” Conn instructed.
Ian
Gland left the kill control room to return to his laboratory for
advanced bio-chimera genome research. Billy Conn still exasperated
kick hard against the pricks of his ruling devil that had implanted
goads of pain within his neuroanatomy.
Conn
said aloud submissively, pleadingly to his omnisurveilling Supreme
Aristarch ruler; “What Setwork Spynak?”
Spynak
spoke into his mind; The dark interbrane web is down. I want my
service restored. Get on it.”
“Yes
Supreme Aristarch Devil. I’m on it!” and the invasion of Conn’s
mind dropped off leaving him feeling as if it were his imagination,
yet he knew better.
Conn
ordered in a loud voice; Get Link Psylunk hot on restoring the
devil’s dark interbrane web connection!”
For
there were two interbrane networks active in the galaxy. One used
matter and energy, the other exploited dark matter and energy for
quantum superposition and interbrane communications. Only the matter
based interbrane structures supported quantum superpositioning
extra-dimensional FTL technology; a fact yet unknown to the
Aristarchs.
The Second Wave
I
heard a distant thud and felt reverberation through the floor. Some
explosive ordinance had been set off in the battle below. It was
beginning to catch a glimpse of what some of the troops were
combating on the streets. Grotesque, cranky three-headed Farbarken
chimera with barbed and evidently poisonous quills, judging from
casualties dropped by a single lancing quill, grew from the ground as
fast growth nodules had been dropped into the atmosphere from the FTL
2 unit and floated to ground extracting mass and energy to fill
themselves.
Farbarken
were not chimera unknown to galactic extremal humans; they had some
good as well as evil uses. I was mildly surprised that the Aristarchs
sent such creatures to CLC since they were one of the first products
of the wicked school of genome redesign of the infamous Dr. Ian
Gland. Even so, our troops were just holding their own for the time
being though suffering comparatively few casualties.
Carla
began examining long and intermediate range field sensors in the
control room while Solomon said something about the logical points of
dispersion of Aristarch arrivals.
I
asked him; What about the quantification specs criterion for an FTL 2
unit as the Aristarchs have seized; what can it put here?”
“That
Aristarch FTL 2 unit can send a maximum load of nine tons and a
cyclic send rate of four per hour in order to stop any sort of
relativistic effects from snap-blasting the sender facility. That’s
why I was not too surprised at the choice of black slime for the
first attack yet was mildly surprised at the choice of Farbarken
chimera for the second since that isn’t at all an optimal use of
weights restrictions in regard to attack potential John.”
“I
have learned quite a bit about history and technology from
neuron-mems since my rebirth and liberation Solomon. That has led me
to wonder about the potential for a second wave follow up of
neuron-nano coercives or CPU viruses that would burrow into animal
species of CLC and takeover thought making them convertible to
warrior tools. The Aristarchs seem to economize on war assets with
clever tech conversions of existing animal and human resources into
weapons of war with a bias against humans.”
“Yes,
that is a definite danger, nine ton shipments of CPU viral-ticks and
nano-controllers for animal minds could be in the cards. I’ll begin
an antigen A.I. countermeasure action group and scouts for it.”
Carla
and I descended to the street level to get a closer look at the
Farbarken and the soldiers defense efforts. Farbarken bands roved
along building walls and the street looking for opportunities to
flank troop positions and tear them up into bite sized chunks. The
troops alternatively had semi-A.I. interlocking field if fire
coordination amidst their rifles that showed green sector lines on
weapon video displays where interlocking sector and rate of fire
coverage responded with fire control to produce optimum casualties
with minimal fire. The animals were being decimated and we returned
to the control room deck to follow Solomon’s work preparing for
what probably lay ahead.
“We
should prepare The
Hanging Gardens of Satyricon Gambit now”.
“And
what is that Solomon?, I asked.
He
asked; “Do you know how to cut fillet mignon John?”
Author
Garrison
Clifford Gibson writes books on philosophy, contemporary history,
poetry, science fiction and Christian cosmology evaluations in
print-on-demand and e-books. He was born in Spokane Washington 1954.
Attended Washington State public schools, passed a G.E.D. exam
December 1972 awarded in 1974, courses at North Seattle Community
College in 1973 and graduated with a certificate in Computer
Programming from Western Business College of Portland Oregon 1981.
Gary completed eight years of Army Guard and Reserve service with
military education at several training sites from 1982 to 1990, took
credits from the University of Alaska SEE. 1985-87 and the University
of Alaska at Fairbanks in 1988-1990 with an Associate of Arts degree
from the University of Alaska-S.E. in 1991 and a Bachelor of Arts
degree from Excelsior College of the University of the State of New
York 1991 before attending summer 1992 at the Houston Graduate School
of Theology. The author completed 36 credits of an M.T.S. program
with the North American Reformed Seminary 2014-2016. He worked in
numerous U.S. states repainting homes, worked offshore oil
prospecting and as a marine towing deck hand and laboring though
spending the majority of his time in Alaska.
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