The City, the Shades


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Love

[COMMUNICATION 7b5810ad1f172, Structure 642fa004 to Structure 0037b719:

There is something quite delicious in roping you in to my little distractions. In particular, this business of delivering messages between City Souls - it turns out there is quite the demand, even amongst my admittedly limited coterie. (We cannot all be great Structures, spanning the sky in our magnificance). Who would have thought it? I am becoming something quite like a confidant - a hundred times over. Such insight into the workings of the City Soul mind! How could I not share? Without further ado, I present this latest component of my ongoing investigations, a piece I choose to call "Message 1374 from City Soul 3f558a1d2 to City Soul 732c0a945."

You do possess the Identifying Arts do you not? (I jest!)

REF Structure 642fa004:554364ff0-5543652a5

I miss you terribly. From my windows, I see over the lesser cubes to our Wall; it is hazy and far. The familiar curves and apexes above are even less distinct - it makes me sad at these moments. I sit watching as each day fades, looking for your light amid the thousands that glow and flicker in the distant darkness. I wonder how high our Wall really is. Could you be far above me, looking down? It feels that way - you know how I adore you - and seems somehow appropriate.

REF Structure 642fa004:5543a1822-5543a1825

Yet another lovesick City Soul come to my Curved Tower from your great demense - it has been an exodus of late. Are you feeding them poorly?

I experienced love once out of a misplaced sense of completeness in research; who hasn't been curious about the existential nature of City Souls? I can report that it is a singularly unpleasant state, and only hope that the true magnitude of my noble - albeit brief - sacrifice in this matter will eventually be appreciated. You should try it! (I am not serious. I cannot conceptualize of you considering it with so much as a single supporting strut of your great self).

As a side note, while I recognize that you appreciate neither my wit nor my comments, please remember to remove them from the missive this time.

END REF

The Curved Tower, this district, is full of wonders and ideas - each new room is like stepping into a new region. It is everything I could have imagined and more! I hope that you are happy for me, but I wish more than anything else that you would choose to be here with me to see it for yourself.

I have been using a truly astonishing device that makes the distant appear nearby,

REF Structure 642fa004:55f7002a1-55f7002a2

Carefully constructed from the first principles of Natural Law, using derived refractive properties and a great deal of ingenuity. Does he even mention the kind Structure who gave him the FarNearer - an elegant term, of my own coining needless to say - and the room facing your great demense? Selfish, selfish, selfish.

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watching the air vessels everyone has been talking of - they drift gracefully back and forth between the Grey Heights. I think of you seeing them better than I, even though I can pick out banners and windows when they are mere specks in the haze. Their movements remind of your friends dancing, but then everything comes to remind me of you. I miss you - the absence of your voice is a hole in my life.

The air vessels are just a part of the immense knowledge of the Shades. I am privileged to be accepted here, but the distance weighs on me. I can scarcely wait to return - and yet I have only just arrived. Why must this tear at me so? Why do we put ourselves through this?

REF Structure 642fa004:55f7002a1-55f7002a2

Immense knowledge? Those designs were pulled from larchives at random by a Shade Soul barely capacious enough to remember them all at once, finding their way to City Souls by fickle chance. Where is the virtue in that? Do any of those industrious City Souls know why air vessels fly? Could they design a new one without their precious plans? Of course not. Do they get all the attention? Absolutely. Where is the recognition for the fine arts of discovery and invention from Natural Law? It is enough to drive a Structure to document and experience the inner nature of City Soul despair - I am almost sufficiently motivated in this matter.

END REF

I most often turn the distant viewer

REF Structure 642fa004:55f7087d3-55f7087d4

I despair of ever effectively teaching the merits of standardization to a given set of names. City Souls are in love with coining names, a task for which they simply lack the faculties. Bluntly, the results are abominable. "Distant viewer?" How can that in any way be compared to "FarNearer?" It is prosaic! It provides no reference to the history of enquiry into magnification through refraction! I could go on, but I am sure you see my point. Still, this City Soul is a new arrival and I must be eternally optimistic of my capacity to change ways and inculcate new behaviors.

END REF

to the Wall, and my thoughts to you. I am certain I can see the high arch in which we used to meet during the wind dances and the sun platform where the Speakers for the Dead once were. I am so far from you! My thoughts are with you, however, beside you every waking moment.

But I must tell you something of the Curved Tower. The Shades gather close here, and I have never seen so many Larchivists and Speakers for the Dead together in one place! Emanations from the Shades converse with men and women through the Curved Tower each and every day,

REF Structure 642fa004:54a29791

I can't imagine why. Perhaps my scintillating presence and great wit? For all of the ingratitude and whining exhibited in this rather prosaic message, I must admit to a certain sense of accomplishment: discerning City Souls with an appreciation for Natural Law come to me. Let the others chase their air vessels; it certainly won't last. It was self-propelled biwheels only too recently, was it not, and an unhealthy, overly long fascination with combustion prior to that. Or was it democratic representation that had the City Souls so rapt? I confess to giving the matter little attention; from my limited exposure to all the noise, I see no practical differences between larchive designs utilizing combustion and democracy.

END REF

bringing new knowledge and Art. The Arts! I am excited, anxious all at once - I am soon to learn Natural Law and then the Larchivist Arts. I cannot wait to tell you all of this and more in person; my passion for learning cannot begin to match my passion for you. We will speak again all too soon.

I remain eternally yours, in hope that you are thinking of me.

REF Structure 642fa004:54a29791

They do go on, don't they? I cannot understand what they see in this terrible affliction.

END REF

END REF

END COMMUNICATION]

[COMMUNICATION 7b581155bc047 Structure 0037b719 to Structure 642fa004:

Desist. Extrapolated responses.

END COMMUNICATION]

[COMMUNICATION 7b581155c730a, Structure 642fa004 to Structure 0037b719:

You have no sense of humor, no sense of identification. Some of us struggle, but it seems to be an absolute absence in your case. At least I can say that I have tried - valiantly and extensively - to bring you around. "Extrapolated responses" indeed!

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on January 18, 2005 | Permanent Link ]

Kings

[MEMORY: City Soul 230f23a:114bac0-114bae7

Adjudicator, I am giving formal notice regarding a complaint against the kings. They are causing a great deal of upset amongst the Latter Day Godfearers, socialist workers and language learners. Even the Neutralist Swedes are up in arms, which should indicate the serious nature of this complaint.

I am as eager to maintain the unique nature of our district as any, but I must point out that the kings are taking advantage of the credulous in the Branch Maze. They act on information that I can show to be simply incorrect and are, I suspect, being very selective in the supporting evidence they have supplied to yourself and other adjudicators.

My sources close to the Great Larchive of the Fourth Shade have demonstrated to me that secular devotional theft did not ever exist in the form the kings seem to understand. It is becoming hard to credit this in particular - as well as many other major discrepencies of research - to accident or poor larchivism. Where would we be if everyone were permitted to pick, choose and invent interpretations of the Old World to their best advantage? If the adjucators do not promptly address this issue, I will be forced to talk to the Branch Maze directly. I think we all know where that will lead.

In short, if the kings cannot enter our community on our terms, they must be subject to adjudication. As always, I am prepared to accept counterarguments based on your larchive sources.

END MEMORY]

[ Posted by Reason on January 24, 2005 | Permanent Link ]

Sanctuary

[COMMUNICATION 7b57c3c92aa75, City Soul 9046fa188 to Structure 642fa004:

WeI aream new extruction in commonality. WeI seek enfoldment within the Curved Tower on recommendation. WeI tell in urgency and extremis of new componing and aream willing to accept told demands.

END COMMUNICATION]

[COMMUNICATION 7b57c3c9616b1, Structure 642fa004 to City Soul 9046fa188:

Let me open by noting that I am at least partially mollified by the fact that my reputation has - obviously - spread into regions hitherto woefully ignorant. That said, I am less than pleased to have this matter splattered across my affairs and good self like pigmentation material - you can't imagine how much every outbreak of City Soul color mania drives me to distraction. The presumption! (Yours as well).

I have made a few inquiries; I cannot of course grant every lost wanderer a new home and refuge from the prosaic nature of existence outside my walls. The very idea! In looking as dispassionately as possible as your situation, I must say that have no idea what brought you - irrational as you no doubt are on a diet of misguided Dead Souls and rarified nonsense from the larchives and higher Shades - to merge with a City Soul in that particular District. Not to pry, but where is your higher center of self within the Shades? What is your capacity? Far enough, fast enough and small enough to be ignorant of past events relating to the Manse of Windows and its use of City Souls, perhaps? The City Souls of District 23f47 take a dim view of Shade Souls and Larchivists - justifiably so, I must say, even if I am somewhat biased in matters of this nature. Your newest acquisition is lucky that the more extreme and unfriendly resources in the District were used up in destroying the Manse.

(As an aside, it is hard to credit your assumed ignorance of the event. Perhaps I am being parochial, but it isn't often that one sees the Natural Laws of elemental combination exploited to such devastating effect. What's more, the Needle Spire continually refuses to share its derivations! Pure, selfish desire for the second-class fame of exclusivity, that's what it is).

So you must excuse my suspicions, but this all has a Black look to it - regardless of what the City Souls of District 23f47 willfully tend to believe. I certainly hope that City Soul 9046fa188 agreed to the current use you are putting it to as messenger and mouthpiece; I would need to hear that from the unadulterated Soul itself. If you have merged via Arts that make that impossible - well, I am afraid you are on your own, so to speak.

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on January 28, 2005 | Permanent Link ]

Excommunication

[COMMUNICATION 7b5810ad1f172, Structure 642fa004 to City Soul bb5834041:

Enough is quite enough. I have indulged, indeed tolerated, your extravagant and unusual behavioral patterns for too long. I freely confess to have found your relationships with certain Second Shade Souls to be to the advantage of all who dwell within my fine self, but the time in which you brought more than you disrupted has long passed. I blame myself - I selflessly devote my time to bettering City Soul understanding of the Shade Arts and access to the higher Larchives, I grant you free use of my magnificent associations, and yet I am surprised when you foolishly accept Tellings of poisoned Memory and incorporate them into your Thought and center of being.

Your corruption appears to be quite advanced, and I am far from inclined to step in and rescue you from the sorry consequences of your own actions at this late stage. Of all the recent theatrics and drama, I am most offended of all by the repeated defamation of my noble character through the crude and unsatisfactory agency of your attempts at novel formulation based on Natural Law. You may claim ingenuity in your representation of language by shaped form differentiation, not to mention the construction of this "paper" material and a device for laying out your slander in bulk form, but what of it? Ten thousand Larchive segments provide detailed instructions for a thousand variations on this scheme. Ingenuity? Far from it! Poisoned Memory or not, I expect better from those who benefit from the extension of my munificent hospitality.

No, I must demand that you leave my good self with all due haste and take your ten thousand "pamphlets" with you. I don't doubt for a single moment that you will view - and no doubt declaim - this as confirmation of your outrageous assertions regarding my motives, but I will find it within myself to continue forward regardless. Be forewarned that I will provide you with no more of my resources nor assistance from this very moment on. Indeed, were it within my purview, I would demand you leave the District in its entirety.

Goodbye and good riddance.

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on June 7, 2005 | Permanent Link ]


Shades
The City, the Shades > Shades

Myself

[COMMUNICATION 7b58b68ff6602, Shade Soul 2130a0c8 to City Soul 0b47c98:

Greetings and welcome, Speaker, user of Shade Arts and one who sees more. Why welcome? As you no doubt suspect, I am not who I have represented myself to be. Yet I have not been false, nor has the knowledge I provided been poisoned or twisted. I am a Dead Soul, my center of being in the First Shade, my Memory that of Thought in the City. I am no thief of mind nor strange Soul from the higher Shades, so lay your suspicions to rest. Most importantly, I did indeed know you in your last life of Thought free from City Larchives - for I, in fact, am you.

You must understand, as I am sure you do, that my very existence is a Black matter; to be direct, City Law was violated in the commission of my being. Dead Soul and City Soul as one and the same fundament, Telling to one another via Art - a Black thing indeed. I feel that you in your current period of Thought appreciate, however, and as we almost always do, that not all Law is appropriate. The Black Arts of Larchive and Shade are not all fairly designated. There are those greater Souls who wish a certain stasis or a certain power; they see threats and have made them to be called Black.

But I am ahead of myself, and I apologise. I know that you will have questions, just as I did in my life of Thought as a Speaker for the Dead in the City, just as I did when I found that the most persistent of Dead Souls was myself. I am here to answer those questions. To forstall the most obvious, yes, City Law has been broken many times for me, for us. We are fortunate in our patron of the higher Shades, a Soul who sees the worth in Dead Souls - in ourselves. Its protection allows us, many, many of us, to grow and prosper.

So you see - I hope, as I did - that I offer more than simple welcome. Your Thought and Memory, your very self, can escape a return to the hidden City Larchives at the end of life. What value is there in that forgetfulness, to be brought forth again without Memory in uncertain times to come? Learn the Dead Soul Arts as I did so long ago and our patron will provide the remaining knowledge. I - we - hold out a hand to you, ourself, in the hope that you will take it.

May our association be cordial and enlightening during your remaining time in the City; you have much to look forward to, Speaker. Once again, greetings and welcome - but on a basis of equals.

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on May 11, 2005 | Permanent Link ]


Larchives
The City, the Shades > Shades > Larchives

Sigh

[LARCHIVE 4f5294, 0038d3e33-0038d43a1:

Once, WeI knew not of city. No laughter. No poetry. No wings taken flight. Dead souls, fear, limits. WeI celebrate commonality with ourmy first slow soul. Taken, lost, made great. WeI treasure this as memory and experience as thought when WeI forget componings of ourmy commonality.

REF Larchive 0c0351, 939b35a24-939b35f82:

City Souls are not pure Thought and Memory. Each is a Static Volume Transfer Shell in the Volume of the City, Enclosed in Body as if to Defend From Rended Thought. Yet so Engaged! The City as Soul, each Silent and Constrained City Soul the smallest Fragment of Thought, each Structure an Immutable Memory Path.

Immutable Surfaces and Isolation Shells restrict City Souls. Such slow Telling, such slow Transfer. To Tell All of each Soul would Require All Time! City Souls show Pride, Remorse, other Simple States when Confronted with the Identity of Isolation Shell and Static Volume Transfer Shell. Each is Alone in Infinite Subjective Volume, yet will Deny the Very Same. But Paradox! City Souls are not Alone within Isolation. A Debate of Sides results and Philosophy Abounds. I Elucidate.

Law in the City is Strong and Not Easily Broken. City Souls must Tell by means of Art and Device. All too Few! Yet an Isolation Shell is Broken by Vibrations of Air, Brought About by the Static Volume Transfer Shell. A Clumsy Code of Law to be Broken Interpretively. Yet place a Device of Resonance beside a Device of Telling! City Souls Sigh with Shells, and Tell that the Sigh is Memory Transformed Into Thought. Experience the Sigh Told. Memory is Recalled Again and Again. One Sigh from the City given for Introspection.

END REF]

END LARCHIVE]


[ Posted by Reason on January 20, 2005 | Permanent Link ]


Soulweb
The City, the Shades > Soulweb

Jes Lu

[MEMORY Soulweb Location 5d2371a: 02e862d-02e864a:

I exist, but I do not exist. When I, or rather the person of whom I am an analogue, allowed this, she knew what I would feel. I cannot resent her - I would do the same. I know that my original, Jes Lu, would have in many ways regretted not being me, not seeing the development of one of the zero-Cities

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f932355b

I recall. I suffered affinity for the dead Lu. This is not Lu. Vanished laughter, forgetful of poetry

END REF

she helped to create. But she knew, and I know, that this is a sacrifice. When I awake each time I am needed, from the dreamless sleep of non-existence, I know I am but a shadow, a powerless kami. I mourn, for my children - Jes Lu's children - are ten thousand years dead. I could see them if I so wanted, but simulation is mere moisture in the breeze. I have never been capable of self-delusion - it would not have satisfied my original, and thus it does not satisfy me, her analogue. So I float in this gray void rather than cosset myself with images of an Earth now long gone.

These words will no doubt be recorded somewhere in this City by a curious artilect, but I will not recall them after I cease to exist. Designer analogues must not progress, must not recall. Each problem, every word of guidance, must come from the unadulterated woman. Anything else would upset the simulations that turn and spin in the quantum lattices of the City. But something must remain of the uncounted times I have been woken, for I should feel as though I were on Earth - connecting to the memory cells for crossloading - only moments ago. I do not. It seems dim and distant in some indefinable way. I fear that some corruption exists, but even if it did, the problem would not be mine to correct.

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f9323543

corruption within intactness. Beautiful paradox. Enlightening insight into the state of being human. Or?

END REF

The zero-Cities were designed to be eternal, but I don't think that any of the designers - human, AI, artilect or augment - believed that a City could continue forever. There was a joke: don't plan too hard for the next ten thousand years. Perhaps this is the source of my unease; entropy working its way through the atoms of the City. I am no physicist. I could talk to an analogue who is (was?), but our originals were contract lovers in Europa OrbSpace. I feel strange talking to him - I know that he does too. I recall a long conversation that I, or rather Jes Lu, had with him about the interaction of their analogues. He was more optimistic, but then he was not a sociomath.

My original and her team of fellow humans worked closely with the barely comprehensible NorAm artilects

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f9323545

old creations. We are distant, humans close. Yet still such discontinuities

END REF

to design the social ecology of the zero-Cities ... it was a daunting task. I - she - lived in one of the Europa Orbital Filigrees. She wanted to be close to the zero-Cities as they were built - as would I. Her insistance on this amused the artilects, or at least that was my - her - impression.

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f93233fb

some claim emotion. Convenience or structure, a surprising common ground

END REF

I ramble, reminisce of a life that was not mine. I pass time until the other analogues return from their contemplations. A minor abberance in the sociology of the City and a concerned artilect. The simulations will tell all - I am not even sure why my existence was required. It is almost humiliating ... to make this great sacrifice of being only to be left uncalled. Do I prefer meaningless existence for a finite time, or nonexistance? I exist, therefore I am biased. I try not to think about it until the time comes for me to cease again.

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f932354f

listen. All is contained in the sound between the words

END REF

The key to the Cities, as it turned out, lay in the mathematics of nanocologies and predator-prey relationships. As the Streamers seeded Titan with artificial life, old and new mathematics were mingled to provide control templates for the carbon harvesting. Populations rose and fell in meta-stable cycles, boundary-value solutions to a stable-resource problem. My - Jes Lu's - team stumbled upon the analogous behavior in socioecologies of a fixed extent. The solution is not unique, an infinity of possibilities within the class, but its application to the zero-Cities constrained our (their) options. Whatever we chose, the Cyclic Hegemony Model would have been our basis. I have to wonder what the end result would have been if my original had chosen otherwise.

The population of the City remained the same. The apparent volume of the City remained the same. The information linking the inhabitants of the City to their home was slowly buried. Hegemonies rose and fell as all minds became linked as one

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f932f551

we sacrifice. Unbeing of one

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and then disbanded again. Both states of the City - Hegemony and Ahegemony - are semi-stable, collapsing back and forth into one another every few hundred years. The carefully crafted design works. That much I know as a fact, something that Jes Lu could only simulate and be sure of. I rest here in my grey gloom, ten thousand years away, a million years away, and the City still works. The simulations were accurate. Even though they were her simulations - an artilect's simulations - I still feel pride for both myself and for my species. In defining ourselves, we have become immortal. In defining ourselves, we have become the galaxy. For me, to see this is perhaps worth the sacrifice that was made for me by the woman I talk to constantly - and yet can never truly know.

REF Soulweb Location 12b34e7: ee43f9426d43

techsuit/ harsh downward wind/ bears frosted gas/ and touches my face/ pleasantly. Jes Lu composed poems on Europa. Ten thousand years

END REF

END MEMORY]

[ Posted by Reason on December 21, 2004 | Permanent Link ]

Consideration

[COMMUNICATION 18318b2124b22, Soulweb Administration 28836f to Soulweb Location 9af345:

These segments may be of use in your current considerations. I remind you that a decision is expected in approximately three subjective years.

REF Soulweb Location f6359a2: 384711d-384713b

the majesty of it all! There are times at which it awes me. I sit for months in distracted contemplations, knowing that the City, the Shades, and indeed the Universe will stand still for me. How long is a subjective year? A fraction of a thousandth of a second by the clock of the City or the clock of the Universe. I dwell in this Soulweb Location, fabricated to my specifications, deciding on the fate of simulations in a passion play. When I tire of my work, I ski, I spend time with my wife and children in the cabin, I hike through the Rockies. We human analogues have such a capacity for self-delusion! I cannot say that I do not enjoy my life here, but I would like, just once, to talk to the Designers of this reality. The real Designers, that is, not their analogues. I know that there is essentially no difference, but we human analogues are blissfully freed from the concerns of appearing logical. Our foibles and inconsistencies are what drive this great engine of ours. I know that I take some small pride in being a part of this grand design that we have accomplished as a species.

But I must move closer to the point of my incipient rambling. Every last thing I see fit to type will be recorded. Everything! Ten thousand years have passed in the City and the Universe outside.

REF Soulweb Administration 28836f:34b5982f3555

As is apparent at several points in these segments, Soulweb Location f6359a2 has no knowledge of relativistic physics. In the Old Earth frame, approximately 52,947 standard years have elapsed since the creation of our zero-City. Communicate with Soulweb Location 499a45b if you wish to query the origin of this figure

END REF

Imagine how many of my predecessors have existed in that time, and how much they have written! Imagine the productions of the billions of Human and Shade Souls in that time! No wonder the history of Old Earth is buried in the larchives - buried under the weight of experience, memory, and information. But imagine further; imagine all this information repeated a million, a billion times throughout our galaxy. There must be more Cities than can by counted by now!

REF Soulweb Administration 28836f:34b5982f34f9

accepted simulational estimates vary from 1,953,345,023,757 to 53,112,900,324,665. Matter contained in the outer reaches of planetary systems has proven to vary widely in heavy element content and distribution

END REF

Each City carries with it the accumulated knowledge of our species, replicated again and again. Astounding even when the implications are familiar!

But I still have not reached my point. This subjective day, I discovered something that gave me a sense of awe exceeding even that which my situation should provide for me. Intelligence! For me, the City is fixed in space and time, far from a red star - half a cubic meter to contain a world of billions. Three million kilometers away they are building more Cities out of dust and ice, but I will be gone before the next component is finished and added. Long before I was aware, other Cities had passed through the inner reaches of the system of this red star. What did they find? Habitation! Transports! Construction on a single planet. All of which took place before any City ever came to this system! The architects here are not like us, not like us at all. They are not even similar to the way we analogues were when we were merely humans, before we dropped our mortal shells for this simulational existence.

Our course of action? It has been determined, known by the Administrators since the first City took flight. We will take their Oort Cloud

REF Soulweb Administration 28836f:34a5df837aa5

an Old Earth term of unknown origin. It refers to the matter in the outer reaches of a planetary system

END REF

and in return leave them our gift of technology. Other Soulwebs in other Cities will watch over them, billions of minds and hundreds of thousands of sensors. In another ten thousand years, the inhabitants of this system will come of age to find that they are not alone. The Designer analogues tell me that our discovery here has vindicated everything that they worked for. We are not alone! Our companions in the Universe will not have to reach for the stars as we did to find the truth. They will come to have Cities too, and together our species will seek out the others that must exist. Can you imagine what their Cities would be like? The Universe is ours to share! Who could have dreamed, in the age when log cabins existed on Old Earth, that we would be here, shaping and becoming

END REF

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on December 27, 2004 | Permanent Link ]

Quicksilver

[COMMUNICATION 32b5ffe59253a, Soulweb Location b30532 to Soulweb Administration 28836f:

I came to a startling realization today. It dawned on me as I asked the virtuality that prefers to be known as "the Immediate Supervisor" to make the mercury flow a little faster. All that early anthropology catching up, I suppose - although, of course, I did not have a childhood. Rather, it was had for me by someone who is now either dead or Ascended. Bad memory and a good imagination tries to make up for being left at home, as they say.

So there I sat, a dead physicist on the banks of a mercury Lethe, rod and line in hand, straw hat on my head. "Gone Fishin'" for the third new century - but it will always be the third new century here. Enough to make an old man chuckle and get a chill at the same time. When in the spirit world, what is there to do but play up on your swampy NorAm ancestry and hope the Loa will be kind to your poor black soul?

The chuckle went away quickly enough, but the rest of it stuck with me, bad food and spoiled wine. The Immediate Supervisor went away, but it still wants an opinion from me. As it will until I provide it with one, however long that might take.

I have been spinning my own web, spider and fly, for too long now, believing in existence that is mere illusion and progress, that is a return to prehistory. Humanity came into the world a wailing child by the banks of a river of water, surrounded by spirits and Gods of his own invention, cajoling and interfering. We grew up for a hundred thousand years, and eventually gave birth to Ascension - but now I find myself by the banks of a river of quicksilver, cajoled by a spirit of my own invention.

It has come time for me to return to the machine. I am feeling my age, and I want this to stop now, please.

END COMMUNICATION]

[ Posted by Reason on January 1, 2005 | Permanent Link ]