The Fibersphere ... /- 35:

/- 35:

To my old routine
I found I quickly settled in 
the cover story said I had
a complication
of the neural implant surgery

that post-op went awry
by a rare infection...
I miraculously survived!
Only I knew better,
and one brother underneath 
It wasn't clear if Fibersphere
shared too this secrecy.
All I know admitted by beloved Brother A
the guys who brought us Gravi-Trams
and The Solar Systems Way
(a gravimetric corridor
that never goes astray).
I thought I had an answer
to their fractured-stark reveal
to thus impart their secret
to a few, and unconceal
a little bit to him or her
and even more in time,
like ET-reconditioning
that's propagated fine.
My plan to use object-I-bots
had failed complete inside:
My drive they had disabled
while the sim played in my mind.
I thought I knew the answer 
of what and why they were afraid
and why they've kept us blind so long
But is this a debt repaid?
Is secrecy for centuries
forgiven in a day?
And what's a QC need 
so many years for anyway? 
I thought I had an answer,
while I was coming back
but my eyes were very heavy
and I couldn't reach my pack 
without getting out of bed
and fatigue would win the day
but regret would seize the morning
when the thought had gone away!
Since then only fogginess
where once lived memories
of that brief adventure
under luscious canopies

But fading into grey
now grows an overcoat of vague,
slowly stealing all detail
and slipping memories away.
Amnesia virus probably
infected me as well,
so unless I write it down
It may all go all to hell.
Also seems a side effect
of this pathogen:
in metered verse
I now converse
I hope you'll it befriend.
I've tried to prose-ify my words
with meds to no avail
your patience is a tonic craved
Like oxygen inhaled!
Albeit brief, the sweet relief
of everything revealed
are by these words passed onto you
and further unconcealed.
Take these words to ones you know
who know ones few may do
and when the final the truths spreads wide
there may be hope for you
time is swiftly running out
but not for who we think.
no-one could suspect
from which direction lurks the brink.....
How exactly did they get 
a map of all Type 2s
within our Milkly Way? 
And how'd the probes get through the vastness of emptiness +50 light years far?  
How did they so close observe
so many distant stars?
but this and more are not yet known 
nor what our future be
secrets dispersed
now lift our curse
of mediocrity
once industrial in scale now doesn't have to be enlightened by
by the mop and pail

experientially   

(to be continued...)

The Fibersphere...../- 33: & /- 34:

/- 33:

Gratefully when getting back 
to surface I can glide
and stare into oblivion 
without intention, ride

the automated trams
make to the surface my return
one without decision
due to pre-decided turns.
Suddenly I find 
I'm breathing ecstasy again,
the lush chlorophyllic burst
of surplus oxygen!
I gather I'm outside
And dare to ope' an eye a wee
and quickly open both
to the amazing sight of trees!
And abundant twisting vines
and a million vibrant leaves! 
"Ejected-in-the-gentle"
from below to back on land
A saying I once stole
with unneeded slight-of-hand
That one I'll keep a secret
and I'll never tell myself
I shake and scratch and squeeze my head
what in the devil else
is freakin' going on 
in this crazy universe!
I give up! I've seen it all!"
I tell myself it's worse
than it really needs to be
Arrogantly then I thought
I was alone relieved
of my blissful ignorance,
so recent undeceived,
and let in on the secret they
have slowed our course indeed!
I may have somehow guessed it.
The time was just too long
for them to say they're chillin'
and just hangin' all along, 
just studying our history

and listening to songs

(Bro A loves the '80s
of the 20th Century
Queen they loved the most
and worshipped Freddie Mercury).
And then I find a tree trunk,
assume position for relief,
and as my flow of yellow goes
my thoughts flow also free 
in the plane of viscera
some uniqueness blooms
And then into my head 
a novel thought enters the room: 
That nothing can be static.
Without movement, all is moot.
If movement stopped
we'd super freeze
at zero absolute.
Movement is the only thing
that gives meaning to time 
If movement ceased
no further future ever could arrive.
Gravity and entropy
outlaw static forms
Movement is a mandate
if existence is the norm.
I'm not sure how or why
but I think this is the key
A partial explanation
as to why Bros A and B
have played our puppet masters
so meticulously.
They cannot stop our progess
Nor can they blindly rush ahead
Is this all they know to do?
Avoiding times of dread
because they still are seeking
best alternatives instead? 

/- 34:

"But what the heck is next?" 
Was the only thing I said 
to myself in jungle-song

as I walked the days ahead
Hasty I returned back east 
across the fields of floss
delusions newly shatterred 
now consume each waking thought
Then finally I reach the gate
of my Purgadrome,
stand in front of Ident-Cam
and look upon it's glow
and let it scan my retinae
and let the doors collapse
and let myself be repositioned 
where I always sat
my absense was a story faked
by iOS-4-fun
they let me reassimilate
to doing what I've done.
They slap my back annoyingly
as we parted ways
but that was just a trick
inside my mind that they had played
Later I found others
who had sketchy alibis
they too had escaped for weeks 
under moonless skies
and treated to a show
when they finally made it down. 
Returning back to normalcy 
confusingly we found
each other sometime later
not knowing what to do,
not knowing what to write, or say, 
or who to say it to. 

(To be continued....)

The Fibersphere.../- 31: & /- 32:

/- 31:

By now I'm dreamy chuckling,
Bro A oft' makes me laugh
even when I'm in a sim
in neural-portal trance.
Well, that cancer thing
is like a blueprint to avoid
inside cellular mistakes
(like oncogenes annoyed)
is a warning of unhampered growth
you know what I mean....
cells who aren't satified 
to just enjoy their fair routine 
then gracefully bow out
to the next in line?
You know that scene
And so do I,
Too greedy for their own life,
they instead kill their host,
and ultimately, they too themselves,
(they would've laughed at that the most).
yeah...too bad about all that.
bad cancer cells....bad bad bad you be. 
Wait and see demise for thee, 
when microscopically 
our lessons learned will chisel out
an epitaph for thee
~~
Some type 2s, eh?
What did someone say?
Something about
in ancient days
Somehow someone
found a way
to allow an ancestral ego-self,
to push itself back in the way
and timely manifest itself
for rude-acutely taking sway
And finding new creative means
of getting in the way
an ending possibilities
for better roles to play 

in a more dignified
and conscienscious way
Oh they said that?
Ok. 

/- 32:

I jump awake from chair
and from surroundings slowly shrink, 
as the sudden interruption
of my neural-portal link,
when quickly disconnected,
often causes me to blink.
But when I'm reaquainted
with my newfound "where and when" 
I wipe my brow,
take a breath,
and let it out again.
"So what IS the plan?" I find I'm shouting 
at the nearest wall.
"So what is it you really
have in store for us all?"
Total silence... was the only
thing that followed that,
except my consternation face 
captured on the cams.
What in world is occupying
our best QC minds
for 4 centuries and still
not manifest nor die?
And why did they make
this revelation just to me?
Only I? Ok then why?
And why the subtlety?
Why not just announce that there's
an answer, we think right,
and if you want to hear it
just tune in to us tonight!
Only silence lingers stark now
against the tiny lights
Further answers there are not, 
frustratingly, tonight.

Now the lights are dimly on
and back to flashing green
pointing now the way outside
while through the floors I see
a new luminescence  
Noticed not, previously.
And as it flickers glowing grey,
a text scrolls bottomly,
The message showed a facet 
of "the 12" we've yet to see. 
Once that newness known became, 
a fear grew rapidly.
("Get out TY ; P".....Pretty tame.
A cheeky jab, I had believed.
But this is much more cheek 
than we usually would see.
for a nearly-omniscient hypersmart QC)

And as I ride the lift
far and up back to the top
my mind is working quickly 
reconsolidating thoughts
and going down the list
of big historical events,
re-thinking all the angles
'gainst this backdrop, newly-sensed 
and checking one by one
if X particular event
would on the face of things perhaps 
now make some better sense?
and as the lift goes up
reflective walls repeating pass
that through the lift's fractured 
frame there exist some gaps
that allow myself to briefly
spot my face upon the walls
that are strobing as we pass them 
on our speedy upward fall. 
And to it's faceless stare
I then give glare at my own gaze
(as quickly as it forms
the upper floors as quick erase)
as the lift has gathered speed,
the flicker tempo high,
With final glare, I softly say
"Hey...
I think I may know why...." 

(to be continued.....)