Spirit and the Martian arts (a philosophical science fiction story chapter one)
©2021
Garrison Clifford Gibson
Chapter One
Conformal space
A loud
raven caw crossing space disrupted sky domination of subtle chirp birds in the
bush. The big black bird sounded friendly to Kurt like bright afternoon
sunshine unconcerned with the splattered state of the world. When perceived the
black feathers for others absorbed photons though the color for-itself
uninterpreted by human eyes was as empty as the heart of darkness passing
through local time.
Kurt Simagin heard the raven sound on many Y’Earth
like planets. He recognized the intelligent bird as a friendly enough being. It
was good to hear the sound in thornish scrub desert brambles on a Composition
Nine traveler’s world. Partially decomposed bodies littered the landscape
complicating contemporary history. Simagin’s
immediate task was to sort out the evidence of the place assigned by Delta Taco
Tier One. Activating Simagin was the prerogative of the independent security
consortium of the constellation of dwindled worlds seeking to keep a semblance
of freedom from one of many evil empires littering the Universe.
Simagin
understood that when God created a Universe it was developed in a
two-dimensional line of energy that was expanded to three dimensions like a
membrane with the addition of a Higgs field. Stretching the line energy out
over three dimensions made a Higgs Field of virtual energy of vast extent.
Within the Higgs field might arise three-dimensional particles from the
two-dimensional massless particles of the field itself as they became tangled
up in the field overlapping themselves and bringing in to being the effect of
three-dimensional particles with mass from massless two-dimensional particles.
In such a way a Universe was born as George Lemaitre and Allan Guth had
speculated about in the days before the discovery of the nature of the field.
An infinite number of Universe membrane files existed next to one another in
the special Modge Panc cabinet of teleological design. Each membrane could
entail a limitless number of contingent dimensions and branches for spun-off
Universes. Sometimes wickedness broke out interdimensionally within these
Universes and slaughters of innocents and not-so-innocents and downright wicked
beings occurred. Then, Kurt Simagin or some other Tier three operator was
assigned to sort out and interdict if possible, for preventative and merciful
reasons those perpetrators and causes that had brought the shift into beaning.
Corpses
were strewn in a rough perimeter and obviously had been posthumously munched on
by Claxsop spiders that lived amid the dense foliage along the winding desert
river. The Livid River had scoured out a valley overlapping centuries with the
work of abrasive erosion. A few flying defense drones resembling wrens still
glowed with blue light though inactive and broken around the scene of the last
stand of a Bankop squad. Simagin looked around for sign of alien opposition
forces, and then used a field sensor to scan for electro-magnetic and visual
presence of opfor biological and mechanisms. He wondered what haters could have
terminated the journey banker-warrior squad. So, he found a good-sized boulder
to set down upon then built a lush global warming campfire to heat a cup of
highland coffee to a scalding degree to take the edge of the experience.
He knew
that some investigators had developed psychological trauma that reverberated
around their minds from seeing such travesties and was therefore took defensive
countermeasures to prevent p.t.e.d. A memory of Mistress Sally making a
stimulus check on him verged up from the deep; they'd shared r.e.m. and she
do'oothed him right on the spot. He reminded himself not to be distracted
thinking about the past too much in the field when Cannaemites could be
advancing toward their quarry beyond his field of vision. Zvimmer, Kurt's
emotional support coyote, rested on the ground looking outward toward likely
enemy avenues of approach. Looking up, he smiled at Kurt than pawed a bone in
the ground and began gnawing it.
Kurt
wanted to consider the motivations that could have prompted the minibattle that
was a last stand for the banker-squad. Forming ideas that would arise from his
subconscious mind into awareness he knew, could be induced by putting his
thought onto some other topic during which the unrelated solutions or
suggestions of solution might appear from the depths. His head-band guarded
against impacts with a layer of battery gel stuffed with intelligent
nano-machine electronics and communication structures. He said to it; ” Play
the video about the guy seeking the American dream of building and owning his
own storage shed.”
A flying
square of opaque nano-rasters appeared hovering in front of his eyes presenting
the movie on a ten-inch screen. The nanorasters could visualize any sort of
idea with A.I. tweak-work besides standard digital video then disappear to his
combat battle-dress battery defense vest. Kurt watched Pedro Cordoba carrying
lumber on his shoulder through a dark forest walking uphill and crossing muskeg
bog over and over again reminding him of the myth of Sisyphus, yet in time a
storage shed began to form at the top of the trail. The winter struck and the
little building was buried under snow and ice. The Neo KGB discerned his
activity in the forest and sent legions of harpies to impede his attempt to
build the American dream. Pedro suffered a dislocated should and then a torn
rotator cuff and left for the winter in a small open boat from the edge of the
forest traveling down the coast a couple of hundred miles. The further
adventures of Pedro interested Simagin, yet he had pressing details to look at
over the killing ground, so he finished the last of the coffee, got up and
walked about the area stopping at a pile of remains. He toed up and used a foot
to flip over the body that remained about 60% complete
The bankop
operative's remains had a residual glow about them that indicated to Kurt that
he had recently been in a capital accumulation vault that marked workers with
silodye. There were just a few facilities in the galaxy able to afford the
process of infusing quark-dye into the epidermis of visitors.
Kurt was a skeptic concerning the prospects for
improvements to the character of the human species that were publicized
whenever new facts or speculation about Higgs field related discoveries were
made. Gravity occurs at light speed, and that would be natural if light speed
is the norm for massless particle/waves or energy not slowed down to three
dimensions. When energy becomes entangled from two dimensions to three and
becomes embedded in a steady state in the Higgs Field, the aggregation of mass
in the field reshapes the field and draws other mass toward it in field
curvature. The field itself may act at the speed of light and create the
appearance of gravity acting at the speed of light. If the field is expanding
or is something is acting upon the field that isn’t of the three-dimensional
mass the Higgs Field could seem to be causing space to expand. There is an
obvious way to regard that condition though; aggregation of mass that causes
the Field to warp and attract mass may reciprocally expand space of the field
bereft of elements of the field drawn in the Higgs Field and mass interactive
aggregation situation.
Gravity is
a marvelous thing. If it is an appearance because people see through a glass
darkly embedded in the mass of particle/waves slowed down to sub-light speed in
the Higgs Field, humans at least have the promise of discovering how it arises
someday. Like the time when Abraham was asked to sacrifice his son Isaac by
God, and Abraham showed he had such faith in God existing so as to be regarded
as worthy of the promise, the appearance of gravity on this side of the cloud
of unknowing may someday be rewarded by the saving grace of truth appearing; as
when God sacrificed His Son Jesus Christ to save all of those of faith. The
truth will set gravity theorists free.
Some
people wonder about the relationship of God to the Universe and how the theory
of evolution juxtaposes with the explanation of creation provided in the Bible.
The accounts of contemporary cosmology and of the book of Genesis aren't in
necessary contradiction or even in conflict as superficial reading or analysis
indicates to some, though most haven't troubled to look to far into either
field. Consider what an eternal being
who could create a Higgs field with a thought, or a thought of a field that has
always existed like a library of every possible idea or universe that could
ever exist, completely existing with God, would want to tell beings in a
universe or thermodynamic process that he actualized, about how it came to
be. Kurt imagined imagining what kind of
reconciliation he would try and thought that He might say briefly that; “I saw
nothingness and brought light to it and over a period of time -days for you I
will call them since general relativity wasn't existing yet nor even special
relativity or energy and mass- I brought stars and dust to exist and man
evolved innocently in an Eden of blissful ignorance until he/you/they grew
smart enough to cultivate orchards, plant crops and etc. You were de facto
booted out of Eden, into clothing, guilt with the knowledge of good and evil's
difference and into the realm of Cain kills his brother Abel just to continue
evolving in a wild format until I tried to correct your existential
estrangement from my way of peace, wisdom and so forth. Your first
civilization, incidentally, was located at a spot that is now beneath the
Persian Gulf. At least there was one guy who followed my warnings about the
rising global sea level during the end of the Wisconsin ice age. He; Noah and
his family, build a boat and survived the flood that drowned those wicked
people that kept going on with their immoral drift of destruction. Noah's sons
went out to people living south of the Mediterranean Sea and became leaders,
somewhat like the Verangian Vikings became leaders of Slavs living around the
city they founded at Kiev. Hey, that brings you up to Charles Darwin and the
present time with all of the interesting questions you can create concerning
the paradoxes of the Higgs field, of mass, energy, space, time, a plethora of
universes and modal logic possibilities without end.
It is a
great time to be alive except for the planetary destruction of the ecosphere
and so forth. The problem about ignoring my son's (Jesus Christ) prophecy
concerning the great first century tribulation should have been surprising to
me yet it wasn't of course. Some of you are still looking for a great
tribulation and take that paradigm as an excuse to keep destroying the
environment and to stop building the kingdom of God up on Earth through an
egalitarian, literate priesthood of believers. I am supposed to be resting now
though, so I'll get back to you on that.”
Kurt
listened to the gently flowing water of the livid river and contemplated the
fate of the corpse. Was the bankop saved? He thought that very unlikely, and
remembered fragments of Baxter's ethics written so many centuries before from
Directory IX. ‘When you have found yourselves in a state of sin and death,
understand and consider what a state that is.' It may be you will think it a
tolerable condition, and linger in it, as if you were safe; or delay your
repentance, as if it were a matter of no great haste; unless you open your
eyes, and look round about you, and see in how slippery a place you stand. Let
me name some instances of the misery of an unregenerate, graceless state, and
then judge of it as the Word of God directs you.
As long as
you are unconverted, you must needs be loathsome and abominable to God^. His
holy nature is unreconcilable to sin, and would be unreconcilable to sinners,
if it were not that he can cleanse and purify them. Did you know what sin is,
and know God's holiness, you would understand this much better. Your own
averseness to God, and your dislike of the holiness of his laws and servants,
might tell you what thoughts he hath of you. “He hateth all the workers of
iniquity'." Indeed, he taketh you for his enemies, and as such he will
handle you, if you be not converted.
Some think
it strange that any men should be called " haters of God;" and I
believe you will find it hard to meet with that man that will confess it by
himself, till converting grace or hell constrain him. And indeed, if God
himself had not charged men with that sin, and called them by that name, we
should scarce have found belief or patience when we had endeavored to convince
the world of it.
Why did
the world hate Christ himself? He tells you,” The world cannot hate you, but me
it hateth, because I testify against it, that the works thereof are
evil'.""This is the condemnation, that light is come into the world,
and men loved dark rather than light, because their deeds were evil”
It is a
wonder of blindness, that this God-hating world and age, should not perceive
that they are God-haters, while they hate his servants to the death. and
implacably rage against them, and hate his holy ways and kingdom, and bead all
their power and interest in most of the kingdoms of the world, against his
interest and his people upon earth: while the devil fights his battles against
Christ through the world, by their hands, they will yet confess the devil's
malice against God, but deny their own; as if he used their hands without their
hearts”
The traveler's world was
littered with micro-surveillance grains scattered like dust from globe
encompassing drones. Kurt asked his smart unit to check the status of the chess
engine first responder to live threats anywhere on the planet. It would know if
macro-sized opposition forces were active and determine the best
countermeasures as controller even scaled up to battlefield size. Nothing
active was indicated the smart speaker said. Kurt thought that strange yet not
entirely inconsistent with modern tech.
Maybe
bankop constructions were doomed to fail, being too small of socio-economic
stature to rate any sort of success. Kurt took a biological survey unit from
his carry belt and reached down to scoop in some of the less viscous portion of
the corpse. Human-like beings are mostly made of water with a few pounds of
well-structured chemicals thrown in, and they can be changed quickly or with
evolving morphogenesis.
The unit beeped a ready result,
so Kurt said; “What is it?”
“The composition is a dead
bankop D.N.A. design that catastrophically evolved with input water nano remix
to the nonliving compresence sampled.”
Kurt thought
about what the unit said for a few seconds then put it back on his belt. He
knew that quality D.N.A. rapid evolver agents were costly outside of the prime
urban star systems of the galaxy, and this particular composition nine
traveler’s world Sendufax was thousands of light years from galaxy urban bands.
Therefore, the primary agents of nihilistic evolution were likely to be
well-financed.
Sendufax had paradigmatically similar planetary
infrastructure to that of common travelers’ worlds built at useful locations.
Within its core was an adjustable gravity dynamo that contained concentrated
heavy metal mass. The mass characteristics could be increased with
super-positioned particles entangled around the galaxy emerging at targeted
spots as virtual mass increasing and altering the mass structure up the
periodic table beyond Einsteinium to heavier forms of packing. Kurt adjusted
the gravity dynamo's field characteristics with a multi-tool controller on his
belt to lighten Sendufax's field a little so he could move about the world a
little easier. He knew he had a long day ahead of him and thought conserving
energy a good idea.
Kurt looked at Zvimmer and said; “Hey Yo, I have thought of something
that reminds me of how problems expand. Maybe we will get a clue on how to
narrow down the avenues of egress and identity of the agency that perpetrated
the slaughter of the bankops littered about. And need I remind you not to chow
down on any of the poor sod’s remains. Consider the infinite expansion of the
dough of the Cookie-verse.”
Zvimmer growled.
“No worry Zvimmer, this is an analogy of edification. Scientists running
experiments at cosmological scale and quantum ingredient size determined that
the doughspace of the Cookieverse is expanding. What is more, is that the
Cookieverse isn’t unique; it is just one of an infinite number of cookies cut
out and baked from a singularity on a cookie sheet that inflated faster than
light for a fraction of a second (relatively speaking). When the expansion
stopped each cookie at its own special moment baked itself with a big bang and
its own fine-temperature randomly selected cookie law constants to become a
cookie in time with thermodynamics bring it to consume itself and gradually be
digested in some instances by sentient being evolved within a cookie.
Each cookie verse if it had sentient products evolving from its special
constant physical values (selected by random chance from a nearly infinite
number of variables & model cookie recipes is simpler with an infinite
number of variables and with constants being just nominal selections of
ingredient baking temperatures and times) would find its sentients consuming
the cookie itself.
Sentients within a cookie-verse would learn that the constants of the
cookie that are baked in might have been very different indeed. Instead of
gravity having the value of coconuts it might have been sugar sprinkles.
Instead of various quantum values of vanilla it might have been chocolate or
peppermint etc. The most informative and marvelous discovery of cookie baker
mathematician scientists for-themselves might have been the discovery that
besides eternal inflation of cookie dough and infinite cookieverses, each cookie-verse dough from a cookie sheet
branch would expand in an infinite number of directions in what was modeled as
the infinite dimensions of Hilbert space.
Gauss Hilbert was one of the
greatest of cookie baking theorists of all time. He consulted with Albertus
Einstein concerning the nature of cookie dough in the general and special
theories of cookie dough. Cookie dough was determined to stretch or collapse
under the influence of dark matter (a very special ingredient) as opposed to
dark energy that can expand space time again within a baked cookie. Evidently
cookie dough space can reappear within baked cookies as cookie-verses remain
within the eternal realm of the Great Cookie hosting all cookie-verses. Our
cookie-verse was discovered to have resumed expanding about 25 years ago and
may accelerate until it no longer could be said to exist, yet after the
cookie-verse has consumed itself with thermodynamics. This seems to be a self
cleaning oven implicitly contained within the space dough.
The Great Cookie-verse is comparable to an infinite fractal that can
create infinite branch and cookie sheets within itself and infinite dimensions
with the signal difference that all of its cookies have variable constants for
there seems to be nothing constant except values of expansive space dough and
mathematical forms representing cookie verse values, the latter being constant
in the sense they are always subject to change in the Parmenidean sense of
water flowing under the bridge always changing yet the river never changes as
well as the opposite viewpoint of Heraclitus that one can never step into the
same river twice because it is always changing. What is in motion stays in
motion except for the object itself because it is only moving in relation to other
objects that aren’t or that are moving at a different speed. The Great Cookie
is marvelous an may occupy no more actual space than a singularity- an idea in
the thought of the Great Cookie baker with the hyperdimensional variable
fractals requiring no space to exist within at all.”
Isn’t it about time we move upriver toward the settlement on the Haitian
mesa? Common Zvimmer. Kurt started
walking along the river bank; Zvimmer got up and trotted alongside.
“Yes Zvimmer; the local region of
dough on a cookie sheet that breaks off in one of ten to the 500th
power varieties of phase space to become a uniquely valued Cookieverse, except
for an infinite number of other inaccessible cookies with the same initial
local constants, was the model for astrophysics cookie baker researches
informing us of the nature of the Great cookie containing all Cookieverses and
space dough.”
Zvimmer dropped the bone he had in his mouth and tilted his head to look
curiously at Simagin.
Kurt stopped for a minute along the path following the Livid River
northwest. He and Zvimmer wore foot to calf length field boots protecting them
from lower extremity attacks and providing a ten-fold increase over human
strength. Field operatives seldom contracted ankle or knee injuries if they
were human, and if not, the damaged extremity could be replaced with
replaceable snap-in leg units. Kurt and Zvimmer had made planetfall from a near
speed of light event retro-drop originating at a local diminished worlds
alliance entrepot base named Cargone. After landing with powered-chutes
floating and collecting star electrons in descent the equipment was switched
off to lower opposition force surveillance detection signatures. Simagin now
activated the power legs for Zvimmer and himself.
The sky turned blood red and an
ominous wind arose throwing a haze of Sendufaxan dust aloft occluding vision.
Sendufax was locked in a stationary geocentric orbit mid-way between twin red
dwarf stars orbiting one another. Evidently the color compensation unit for the
planet had switched off. Kurt thought that not a good sign. He and Zvimmer
continued on their way toward the high Haitian mesa gradually increasing slope
decreasing the distance between themselves and the Traveler’s world settlement
of Gold Plum.
Along the path the river flowed
past the point of nihilism named for an early in Sendufaxan history conflict
where an Obelisk commemorated the culminating skirmish. A few more bankop
bodies were strewn here. Zvimmer pawed one such as used both front paws to dig next
to it. His work revealed a yellow brick, so Kurt walked over to take a look.
“Move aside Zvim; let me see
what you’ve found.”
Zvim trotted away to survey
other corpses that were more fresh than the last group a mile southwest. Kurt
kicked away more dirt revealing more brick units of what was apparently a
yellow brick road beneath the Livid River path. An interesting finding he
thought and filed away in memory. He said;
“Let’s go Zvim; it’s time to move on.”
Desert lands were less expensive
to develop than forestland and mountains on Traveler’s worlds so deserts tended
to be the most common environment encountered. Mountains were even costlier
because of the lop-sided gravity balancing compensators required to stabilize a
planet with unequally allocated mass at a planetary surface. Zvim and Kurt
liked mountains though so they experienced increase alienness passing through
the red haze of the desert moving quickly toward a broad, elevated mesa
becoming visible in the distance.
With so many bankop casualties; far more than Kurt expected to find from his
info-brief supplied by the company client, it was easy to infer that something
meaningful had occurred here; a conflict involving property of some kind
usually as that was the source of most conflicts. Kurt had a direct-fire weapon
ready though hoping not to need to use it soon. He queried his aux memory chip
in the battery defense vest about the Haitian settlement.
The A.I. said; the settlement of
Golden Plum as 100 regular service personnel and the Markmuster Inn rooms for
three-hundred. The Inn has a level four security vault; more than is required
for ordinary travelling security, advanced communications at a facility owned
by a shell corporation the identity of which is screened. Incidentally thirty
of the one-hundred persons on the Markmuster staff are security personnel; that
is quite a large number for an ordinary traveler’s world.”
Atop the Mesa Kurt saw a few
explosions, laser lights in the red gloom. He and Zvim increased their pace in
the attempt to reach Golden Plum before the end of the conflict.
Simagin and Zvimmer’s increasing pace covered the remaining five miles
to Golden Plum in a few minutes. The war in a teacup raged on. Kurt and Zvimmer
dropped to the ground at the crest approach to the mesa to survey the battle to
discern participants before entering the fray.
Golden Plum was being battered, bruised and assaulted with multi-phase
techno weapons from a so far invisible attacker. Kurt saw bank operative cadre
like those on the path below falling to the soil, variegated in posichs of
killing insults to life. Kurt and Zvimmer experienced a distracting, painful
audio buzz of weaponized infrasound that was evidently settle-wide as an
element of full spectrum battle with obvious nuclear and atomic disarrays
excised from the battle toolkit. As Kurt and Zvimmer rose to get a closer look
a sudden explosion through the roof of the Markmuster Inn was followed by a
bright as a nuke extrusion broadbeam fading off above the world into nothingness
while the last bankop and security personnel were smoldering lumps on the
ground.
Walking carefully into Golden
Plumb it was obviously squashed down to the stage or requiring complete
replacement by the Dwindling Worlds tourist bureau. They surveyed the scene of
macabre death with bodies flung like wet hot cooked spaghetti strands onto the
exterior of the Markmuster. Kurt whistled to Zvimmer to stay on guard before
entering the Inn.
The hotel lobby was a shambles
and before the front desk was a gaping thirty foot smoking hole going deep
below to an empty Level four security vault. Kurt shot an explosive climbing
bolt into the front desk and fast roped down to the fourth subterranean level
of the vault. It was empty; he wondered what had been within it that was worth
annihilating one hundred souls. Kurt zipped up the rope to the surface and
walked over the lobby to the main door.
Exiting the Markmuster Kurt and Zvimmer found what remained of the
security and communication building. Plainly commo had been cut early in the
battle. Kurt’s client must have been in a local region of the galaxy- or at
least had a branch base close enough to Sendufax to learn of the initial phase
of attack and hire his company to send someone to look into it. Maybe they were
located on Cargone like himself and able to respond quickly. Kurt found some
component spares and restored to communications to let H.Q. know of his finding
of the state of Sendufax.
Kurt and Zvimmer after exiting the Inn walked over to a debris free plaza
somewhat centralized amidst the wreckage. Kurt said to Zvimmer; “Yo, I hate to
say that we haven’t anything to eat, I believed we could grab a bite here at
one of the settlement’s restaurants. Why don’t you go out and scout about for a
few dumb animal steaks in one of the refrigerator units of the stores and I
will build a small global warming campfire to flame em over.”
Zvim eagerly loped off on his
quest to find dinner. Kurt gathered firewood from shattered building facades
and window frames and carried it to a fire-pit that he excavated with a small
frag grenade. The suddenly as a dark cloud could block sunlight, the red sky
darkened further and the dust storm that had yet to abate.
A peanut star atmospheric entry
ship descend unto the edge of the plaza, blew its hatch and from it strode a
tall woman dressed in a transparent business suit wearing a specop combat
battery helmet. The suit absorbed and recycled all bodily waste before adding
some of its content with structure support atoms into the wearer over time
fading away to nothing. When it was perfectly clear it was a fresh issue,
gradually changing color toward the end of its life. Business field suits
absorbed energy and useful molecular structures from the environment, including
oxygen. She looked directly at Kurt who was some 60 meters away and walked
toward him.
“I see from your D.N.A. patterns
that you are Kurt Simagin. I am Loren Klure from the Dwindling Worlds
accounting office. They sent me here about the same time as you via your
company h.q., yet I was farther away aboard a Tachycore space vessel
investigating a meta-issue and was retasked here to survey the Sendufax vault.
It is, or was, a classified high level secure temporal vault we used to cache
advanced intellectual capital patents enroute to more secure facilities.”
“Well I can tell you Loren that
your secure vault is quite empty. Some kind of particle beam emerged from it
and disappeared into offwhirld space when I arrived. We were about to start
making dinner arrangements, would you like to join us for flamed dumb meat?”
“Who else is with you?”
“My smart coyote, Zvimmer.”
As if on cue Zimmer arrived with
a sealed pack of several dumb meat steaks certified from Veggimanitarians to
have been grown pain-free salvaged from a local spiffy-mart.
Zvim dropped the steaks at Kurt's feet and trotted over to smell the new
arrival. She patted his head briefly and Zvimmer returned to sit near the fire
looking outwardly on watch for untoward movement down likely avenues of
approach.
Kurt took a few sharp metal
fragments from a cheap statue destroyed in a blast and fashioned several
skewers for the meat setting them with the meat above the dry wood he set
burning with a micro-torch.
Loren walked over and sat down on a crushed electro-float transporter
followed by Kurt.
She said; let’s talk about what happened here Simagin. I am a forensic
accountant for the office, or was initially before specialized training in a
related field, and think it would be useful to compare ideas with you concerning
the exfiltrated or destroyed intellectual capital that has more value than we
can put a price on.”
“Yeah, well Zvim and I found a skein of skirmish casualties of your
bankops down the Livid River. I would guess bankops investigating unusual
scouting presence signs were on-scene and terminated by the opposition element
that moved swiftly to fully engage the limited and ineffective bankops security
people stationed here. Bankops downriver encountered the lead element of a
superior force and were directly rolled up by the opposition who took the
intellectual capital from the Markmuster Inn and exfiltrated to points unknown.
How is that Loren?”
“Good enough Kurt; and logical. The Dwindling worlds have experienced
loss of intellectual props that emerge in a variety of forms elsewhere and
elsewhen about the infinite Meta-verse. Reasonably enough we would like to slow
down or stop the thefts and sabotages.
Zvimmer moved in to look at the
steaks that were becoming well done dripping juicy sizzling fat into the fire.
Kurt moved a skewer off to let a steak cool for Zimmer. He asked Loren; “How do
you like yours Loren?”
“Medium rare would be fine Kurt.”
“So it is Loren” he said handing her a skewer with a large chunk of very
tender dumb beast meat slaughtered with compassionate butchering.
Loren said;”There are two basic forms of government for human worlds
these days Kurt. Those that seek to concentrate wealth in a tiny minority and
make slave laborers and happy work minions of everyone else, and those that
prefer free enterprise and democracy with limits to capital acquisition as it
threatens the integrity of elections and enterprise. The Dwindling worlds as
you may be aware prefer free enterprise with capital concentration defense caps
as a better way to develop human potential. Corporatism and even communism
share imperial political goals in the sense that power is concentrated and the
majority are repressed and conditioned by the minority holding the reins of
wealth and power. We suspect that the theft of the intellectual from the
Sendufax vault was directed by our opposition forces and affiliates. The number
of minions working to make slaves of themselves and to become subjects of
imperial forces is fundamentally without limit. Evidently a modicum of
intelligence and creative thought is requisite for comprehending the nature of
imperial-corporatist-communist political power concentration.”
Kurt had taken his own skewer of
dumb beast steak and took a large bite. “This steak is pretty tasty” he said.
“Yes, it is very agreeable” Loren replied taking another bite.
“In my opinion”, said Kurt
continuing on Loren’s idea, “elites concentrating wealth and power would seek
to objectively transform human subjects into quantitative mass for simpler
processing and utilization. Mass social identity cloned into archetypes with
psychological conditioning, individual identity and differentiation of thought
restricted and eliminated whenever possible, reducing human society to
quantities of material existence, input, output and throughput vectors most
useful for the further concentration of wealth and power to the elites with the
reciprocal of human herd contentedness in becoming total subject minions of the
elites.”
“That is a grim way to put it
Kurt, though accurate enough. A corollary would be the theft of intellectual
properties from independent worlds and individuals within a broader spectrum
war on objectively independent, nonconformist to power singularities free
enterprise, egalitarian democratic-republic planets.”
Zvim watched the pair of humans
for signs of beast poisoning entrapment, and satisfied that the meat was clean
of poison traps went to the skewer and took his piece of beast steak in his
teeth.
Kurt said; “When you finish off the meat why don’t you look around the
settlement for anything that would help us discover who and where the perps are
and went Yo?”
Yo with his steak trotted off
into the red darkness of Golden Plum.
“Seeing the night through rose colored glasses can become tiresome, I
will ask the office to expedite restoration of Sendufax”, and she spoke to a
link to her ship in stationary position above the atmosphere.
“I’ve encountered corporate religions at the edge of a few of the
empires I have encountered over the years. They tend to become syncretistic and
jettison inconvenient elements from historical holy books like the Christian/Jewish
Bible. In some societies Sunday worship comprises viewing commercial
entertainment sporting events.”
‘Those are troubling histories Kurt, yet consider that atheism and
avarice are normalized elite characteristics even if it is avarice for power
and control of all others. They may take up the sadist’s pleasure of
controlling the interior of others- that is the thoughts and minds of sentient
beings in order to support their self-conception as ontological gods.
I don’t know if you have given it
much thought; there are n number of possible economic configurations for a
world, a galaxy and economics locally, yet humans tend to select those that are
less than optimal in regard to egalitarian allocations of opportunity for
individual maximization of potential, and that are deleterious of the ecosphere
within their self-sustaining geotemporal region. Humans are their own monkey
wrench to the ecosphere as they develop comfort and power, intelligence and
technology. Eventually elites wrench social development and concentrate power
to themselves with an occasional false conscious belief that they are
benefactors of humanity or of societies by enslaving them. The work of the dwindling
worlds is to offset that historical bias with reinforcement of individualism,
free enterprise and freedom of religious thought in addition to philosophical
and theological license.
We know the Universe has an
infinite number of independent sub-universes arising through eternal inflation.
Nothing is eternal though that occurs temporally- even if it goes on forever,
for time is a relationship between events, an order or ordinal relationship
especially concerning thermodynamically subject substance inclusive of space as
energy rather than space as true nothingness.
Therefore wrong ideas of elites
repressing human free enterprise and thought may have religious destiny
consequences…it is possible that the entire Universe with infinite branches is
cardinally inferior to the spirit of God. Humans can only know an abstract
structure of a theoretical Metaverse much less true knowledge of its boundary
conditions that could be spiritual.
What is the shape and form of
spirit, or even of Universe infinitely packed in the infinite dimensions of
Hilbert space that could occur within a microdot? Quality economics require
intelligent economic design from free thinking, free enterprising, spiritual
beings Kurt.
So we of the Dwindling worlds
have constructed neural networks of planets amidst the galactic wildernesses to
create syntegrity for our artificial and human intelligence enterprise of grand
scale that may be able to investigate more deeply regions of the Metaverse that
are hard to reach. It is devastating for us to have the material avarice of
elite subjugators and galaxy conquerors steal our intellectual capital
for-themselves.”
“Sure, I agree with you Loren. You know my coyote has been gone a little
bit too long and his location transponder has gone dark. Do you mind if I go
off for a while to find Him?
“No, of course not Kurt. Go find your coyote. I will look into the vault
for residuals.”
Kurt wandered off into Golden
Plumb’s darkness probing its farther reaches for a sign of Zvim. He found an
unusual three dimensional hologram standing wave image of a female coyote at
the ruins of a police station, at its base was one of Zvim’s power boots. Kurt
walked over to it, not wary enough, reached for it and was immediately drawn
through into an elsewhen trap.
As he spun through confusement
space his reading in basic astrophysical structures popped into mind. Elsewhen
traps connect alternative universe threads into one of infinite numbers of
infinite dimensions with infinite numbers of universes themselves. It’s is
highly recommended that even explorers should eschew elsewhen transportation yet elsewhen traps were
commonly used by aliens in adjacent fractal universe permutations to snag
unwary sentients downward toward their own regions of being. Usually the dimensional
matrices of universes trapping human were close to our own, so it was
reasonable to leave a breadcrumb trail of altered string scale format along the
course of travel to the new universe system branch through modification of
inflation space characteristics that would hold shape for a while yet leave
permanent formation traces upon pre-big banging incipient universes associated
with local inflation space as locked in values of constants.
Kurt set loose an inflaton space
agitating string vibrator from his camobattery defense vest to superposition
heatless, massless, non-dimensional proto-string points trailing in his wake.
Where he would end up only the aliens knew for sure. As he spun through the
darkness he thought of the Lord and the Word’s capacity to shape all physical
constants of every existing Universe as if they were ideas as spiritual moments of meaning appearing like
predestined conformal streams in-themselves.
Loren finished her dumb beast steak, stood up and looked about for Kurt
who wasn’t in sight through three hundred and sixty degrees. The ruins of
Golden Plumb were smoldering and as unsettled as the dust storm continuing to
stir Sendufax. She decided to venture to the Markmuster Inn to inspect the
vault for herself.
Sophia grabbed the rope still
attached to the front desk and moderated her descent four floor down with a
magnetic rope climbing clip. She interfaced with thought sensors to control the
pace down the magnetic cord to the vault floor.
The walls were made of strong
data security bricks mostly impervious to burning, flooding and electromagnetic
pulse insults. Though scorched by some great heat the data bricks would contain
an exceedingly large volume of recoverable data bits. So Loren took an
adherence control flexible tablet from her field kit bag, fixed it to the wall
and moved her fingers deftly over the tablet’s i/o field programming it
silently to interrogate and exfiltrated all reversible data and relay it upward
to her ship above the atmosphere; the
Space Vessel (SV) Shibboleth.
Within a few seconds a highlight audio stream of the salient facts of
recent Sendufaxan history played for her in brain sound synthesizer from a
stream sent from the Shibboleth’s mainframe.
Loren learned of the nature of the attack and attackers while she
reattached her climbing clip to the mag rope and lifted upward to the lobby
desk where she detached from the magnocord and walked towards and through the
front entrance.
Kurt still hadn’t returned so she continued her inspection of Golden
Plumb. The sensors that had observed events on the planet until those of Golden
Plumb were destroyed were of no use in locating Kurt or his coyote. She
continued carefully walking about until reaching the devastated police station.
The first thing that she saw was coyote’s boot in front of the large image of a
female coyote. She recognized a honey trap and looking a little closer
discerned that an almost invisible someplace-elsewhen trap was the host of the image
of the coyote.
So much for Kurt and Zvimmer she thought. I wish them luck wherever they
are. She returned to her peanut orbiter and lifted off to mate with the
Shibboleth and begin fine tuning the mission parameters in pursuit of the
destroyers of Golden Plumb and theft of seven hundred and twenty-one trilobytes
of intellectual capital.
The SV Shibboleth was a hive of forensic accounting activity with
hundreds of astro accounts searching the stars and galaxies for a hint of
intelligent dark energy design fraud. Dark energy was a favorite tool of the
freebooters working for The Criminal Empire to insert an expanding barrier of
space between honest Dwindling star systems and their construction at the edge
of the observable region of the Metaverse. With resource systems beyond any
immediate sort of space tunneling control systems from the honest Dwindling
star systems that were just inhabited sparsely with Dwindling planet’s
employees pirates found them ripe for easy plundering when they filled the sky
overhead.
Loren exited her peanut shell and received visual input of the final
salient events on Sendufax near and in Golden Plum. With live input active
memory she saw inner visions downloaded via implant from the Shibboleth’s
mainframe that included the hull of the ship with shaped-hull neural processing
architecture.
A zero optical signature
camouflage carrier black body ship opened its door near the Lived River of many
slaughters south of the point of nihilism. It released a legion of invisible
flying attack drones colorized by the Shibboleth’s A.I. for Loren to see. More
emerged from beneath the soil of Sendufax to slaughter the A.I. in a
multi-spectrum barrage of insults to existence. More raced quite fast up the
Lived to attack Golden Blum began a systematic, quick termination of sentient
life.
The Markmuster Inn though a
security level four facility was a paper tiger to the overwhelming combined
force of hundreds of drones reinforced by the drones that had eliminated bank
operatives downstream. The black body carrier hopped from downstream with
Golden Plum subdued and landed in the plaza in front of the Markmuster
stationary a foot above the ground and opened its door once more to disgorge
one grim figure; a Commandante Heneral Cheryl Scaldeen the Shibboleth’s A.I. political intelligence related.
Apparently she had appeared at other robbery massacres in recent encounters of
the bloodiest sort. Loren thought it good to know the face of the enemy instead
of needing to chase an invisible empire.
The Criminal Imperial Empire had overt and covert branches of activists
as well as special espionage operatives scattered around numerous galaxies in
which were located the primary resources of the Dwindling worlds; formerly
known as worlds with stable prospects.
Yet where to look for a clue to the location of the invisible empire or even
the support base for Commandante Heneral Scaldeen?
