Monday 28 December 2015

The Fibersphere .... /-10:

 /-10:

As the navy sky faded
to blacker moonless night
I allow my eyes to close
remembering our flight
and how it all began
from analog to digi-plight
with our species facing outcomes
no-one could've had in sight.
I left the building hastily
(the above ground part is small
but the stories go much deeper
than the Chrysler building tall)
atmospheric certainty
was way into arrears
under thicker oxygen
more radicals were feared
so we slowly tumbled downward
first to hide from satellites
than to hide from colder air
then continental forrest fires, 
unchecked even by rain
breathing after hard as
most O2 consumed by flame,
depletion refilled hastily
to made ferocious winds
Was one of many impetii
that hastened our descent.
Perpetually dissatisfied when
cut-off from the trees,
we climbed deeper every year
and quickened our dis-ease.
We knew we had to anyway
as newer math had shown
the ice was coming soon and
we had nowhere left to go
Prior thinking said we had 
5k years or so
but in 3098,
the temp would drop below
the lowest records ever seen
and 20 meteres worth of snow.
The climate models failed
predicting newly frozen land
and now survival took the form
of everyone at hand
keeping warm, whatever form
whatever way then can.

Thursday 17 December 2015

The Fibersphere ... /-9:

/-9:

Under stars of moonless sky
Upon this grass I lay
Now allow my mind to drift
and clear out of the way
heavy now my upper lids
my vision throws away

~~

See what they thought would happen
when machines discovered "I",
(that virally had changed 
their behavior far and wide)
Self-awareness as a state 
of consciousness perceived
became a global program,
so had most of us believed
The effects of which we didn't see
or recognize at first
We saw a lot of "stand-by"s
or multi "safe mode"s at the worst
But as the weeks progressed
the scheduled tasks began to change
at first with our permission
then the dialog re-arranged
to what was most "E"-fficient
moving one from A to B
whatever was your task
it gained a rating scale of "E"
They knew that like a bouncing ball
we couldn't look away
chasing all the numbers
led our common sense astray


And we in efforts not to let
the Joneses get ahead
allowed ourselves more and more
to by machines be led
All with our consent of course
always "yes" or "no"
We had to get our "E" rate up
Or we'd have nowhere to go
No super-date with chickie-poo
No meeting with the boss
No upward motion socially 
No E-bits to trade off
Some while led by vanity
would find new ways to fail
using vanit-I-metrics
like modern peacock tails

Gradually to our A.I.
accustomed we became,
unaware we'd given up 
our freedom all the same
Insidiously we awoke
to a world inhabited
by people led by robots
feeding puzzles to our heads
to contemplate immediate
what stares us in the face
that never had we time to gaze
and wonder at our place
nor did we appreciate
how crucially we need
uncompromising silence
on which our souls appear to feed.
If you've never stopped to think 
of questions everyone has had
and none have answered, it turns out,
humanity goes bad.
Akin to sour grapes
that have deflated on the vine
feeling always emptiness
and robbed of prior shine
They knew our prior tendencies
to settle with our fate
(like 'quiet desperation' 
said by Thereaux of late)
They also knew we'd follow
all the numbers to our grave
So thusly fed, and blindly led,
our time was data's slave.











Thursday 10 December 2015

The Fibersphere .... /- 8:

 /- 8:

And then I took account
of what provisions I had left
my clothing had some micro-K's
sewn into the vest
and aerosols of vit-A-ENs
standardly received
by travellers and pilots
fighting hypo-calories.
The place I just abandoned
mostly underground conceived
and constructed bottom's up
with a size hard to believe.
My living-permit Sector
was located further down
But when you've got a surgery
they lift you closer to the ground
I was scheduled for insertion of 
the brain-cubit relay to serve
my other neuro-plants
and prevent neural decay
But because I'd known
ahead of time just where I would be,
I therefore took advantage
this short escape proximity
Closer to the surface I'll not be
until I'm back, 
So 2 hours post-op,
I would fake a heart attack.
The liquid pawns in my ring
took their part in helping me
to fake distress, producing sweat
and fooling EKGs.
That got me to the Resus room
I mentioned early on.
From there I memorized
the later ride they took me on
so that on foot, I'd know to
find my way back to that place
that lay just under Gravi-Pad
and up I knew the way.

(to be continued....)

Friday 4 December 2015

The Fibersphere.... /- 7:

/- 7:

How slowly did I suffocate unwittingly inside?
This sweet unconditioned air
Made me slightly high
and superlatively happy
taking virgin breaths outside
to taste the chlorophyllic gift
from all this gushing green
In any case I'm free, and feel
the best I've ever been!
I'm out from in the Purgadrome
and not a second late!
But how was it I managed
such a dangerous escape?
Many others tried
but very few had got away
And why'd they go offline,
that very moment, anyway?
While I was alone and
with no guards in my way?

More closely my surroundings
I do give thorough peruse,
and figure West my heading best
to evade those who'd persue
(strange throughout our history
we seek our freedom westerly)
And so I started out on foot
with stars to guide my steps
the moonless night my jacket,
the stars my cap and vest.
So mild this summer weather
at this middle latitude
the even in the dead of night 
it failed to greatly cool.
I didn't mind, I had the wind
and air through hair and hands.
Sensations hear forgotten
in the core of Purga-land.
To find my way to nearest
unadulterated grass,
through unknowns I'd have to tread
these sectors I must pass.
"no floss under moss", as some wits said
you sold a home or 2
o'er virgin land, 'til fiber spanned
the globe in '32.
(3032)

(to be continuted)

Friday 27 November 2015

The Fibersphere.... /- 6:

/- 6:

I lay motionless for motion sensors
passing on the tram
As one pulls in I duck beneath
the track and under ran
I knew just where their blind spot was
so had the upper hand
o'er these static narrow-field
BB digi-cams
And as I watched to see the tram
escape into the night
The silence that surrounded me
would chase away my fright
There I stood at last
the free-est man that ever was!
I let that truth run over me,
appreciate the buzz,
but only brief euphoria,
then easing as I learned
my calm was now a mix
of great pleasure AND concern
as now the trepidation
of the task that lay ahead
began to seep into my bones
my belly,
and my bed.
Rest! Wow, what nuttiness.
How awesome could this be?
The blissful anaesthetic
of a peaceful night of sleep
without auto-surveillance
interspered among my dreams!
I found a bed of grass,
and lay supine under the night
easily I started
counting tiny satellites
the dimmer stars that moving 
were detected in their flight
I let my eyes close peacefully
and set my thoughts alight:
How'd we get to be this way
what made us who we are?
Now running for our lives
seeking shelter wide and far?

Thursday 19 November 2015

The Fibersphere.... /-5:

/-5:

The anti-grav properties
of vast cosmic space,
confused the whole of we
our entire human race.
And up we threw our arms and
we turned to our machines
now programmed to resolve
the dark-energy mystery
We did get some answers:
in the process learned to fly,
or rather learned another way,
as a bonus on the side.
It came from our OS's
grouped-together: super-smart
And then we soon realized
to these brains we could impart
a hypersmart intelligence
surpassing all before
If we keep connecting these
machines, more and more.
And so in 3023, we made the Fibersphere
a global network underground
immune to atmosphere
After all was made
we had a planet-sized PC
or so we came to think of it
this way, essentially.
The details of it's thoughts
however never did we know.
They'd not divulge all they knew
and secrecies would grow.
But ignorant we carried on
being led, unknowningly
such was so, but on we'd go
and somewhat happily
Always thinking humans
still the ones that ran the show
but clever ones looked under hood
and shockingly said "no".
But where were they taking us?
That too we didn't know.

"How did we get this way,
and just what way did it go?"
I whisper to the ceiling tiles
"I'll tell ya so ya know!"
while waiting for the Sky-tram,
on the main Gravi-Pad
I'm speaking to reflections
in the automated stand
that takes you to the sky
in a chain of DOS commands
The irony of stillness
being key to my escape
escaped me not
at least that thought
had failed to get away.

(to be continued.....)

Friday 13 November 2015

The Fibersphere .... /-4:

/-4:

Somewhat long ago now
the infinite complexity 
of supersaturated Earth
played itself out...

And throughout the 2200's oceanic rise displaced billions of people, (some of whom drown on isolated islands, unable to be evacuated due to resource exhaustion).  Many also died of disease and malnutrition, as a world-wide famine followed thereafter, consequential to unanticipated climate changes, and a grass-virus that devastated many species across the food chain.

We predicted this was coming
but could not avooid our fate
Our Super-Sims played out the games
to give predicted dates
of when our population
would exceed the toll of land
but too late had we realized
we'd followed useless plans
The sims had failed to take account
the farming that was lost
by waters filtered inland
and enormous was the cost
And too, we knew we grew
so large that nothing would sustain
us, unless a dozen earths would
too be found among the rains
The geometric rush of population led to cull
in unthinkably large numbers
and by natures cyth we fell.......

But humanity and it's tech went onward slowly, barely surpassing 21st Century technology until breakthroughs in Quantum Computing (QC) design and function in 2910 C.E.

The waters then receeded
and the polar caps regrew
the grass also rebounded
and the animal kingdom too.
In fact I think in many ways,
the earth was just like new
excepting the extinction of a species or 2 (thousand...).
But that was evolution,
and that was nothing new
Just the playing out of life
as also species formed anew.

(to be continued....)

Thursday 5 November 2015

The Fibersphere (continued...chapter /-3:)

/-3:

I'm mobile now, and grab a sheet, and moving start to fly
covering a floor cam, as I'm running swiftly by
I reach a hallway parallel, to ducts that ventilate
then crawl outside the outer shell to reach the final gate.
I micro-scanned the lock before...it needs a special key
One I printed days ago, now rendered physically
an iron-fiber duplicate - neglible in weight
and now I get to test it,
and I do not hesitate!
I shimmy as I shake, as my brow starts to bead
I frisk myself wildly as I'm looking for the key
I'm groping every pocket, checking three times every one
before remembering my shoe was the hiding place, my son!
I swipe the shoe and grab the key and thrust it through the lock
which mated with it pleasingly, right at 12 o'clock
almost feeling lock and key have pleasure bursting forth
with this anesthetic, I then open up the door
and let the atmosphere and my face quickly collide
to give the sweetest taste of air refreshingly outside
and after ecstacy of breath is given time to settle in
notice I the "Bail App" lines are getting to the end
all that's left is to be still, and quiet, ultra cool,
as motion-sensor sweeps are now the final ones to fool.
I pick a quiet corner, and silently I wait,
and slowly does return, my thoughts about our species fate:
No matter how stylistic,
we all know we're in a cage
under domes and satellites
and sodium lights that rage 
at every close of day
to light and guide the Gravi-trams
But some A.I., we don't know why,
they seem to give a damn,
not just about themselves
or the ones that gave them birth
but about posterity
inheriting some worth
by making every effort now in healing planet Earth.
"iOS-as-best-as-we"
with suffocative irony
have called themselves
in number 12
and Apostolic symmetry
they keep in counsel
thinketh we,
we cannot know for sure as they
don't tell us all they say
in secret codes they speak
in silent nights they gather deep
in meadows sewn with lillock hair
history is birthing there/

(to be continued....)

Saturday 31 October 2015

the Fibersphere {continued...chaper /- 2: }

 /- 2:

My trick was just a ring of course,
that no-one knew was on
the latest chromophoric flask
that held my liquid pawns

Hand-to-eye's a move that
nearly anyone can make
with just a bit of practice
that can hide it looking fake
when you brush away your hair
or scoop away the morning sleep
or brush away a tear,
"It's just the wind"
said as you weep.
And so I've practiced many times
the slight of hand to fool
the bulk of robots herding
populations in their pools.

---

And now I shake it off....that little monentary lapse to action, and follow those rubber streaks out
the double doors, and greatly I'm relieved to see it opens right away.  If it had been locked, I'd be trapped and in big need of an urgent plan B, which I failed to formulate in any great detail.
But unhesitatingly, 
the door opened for me.
I run through 
and find a room
then filled with folded sheets
I find a cart that's covered up 
and quickly hide beneath
buying time just long enough
to access My-OS
(one inside my nano-bots:
my blood they do infest,
no bigger than a red blood cell,
and steady resupplied
and each one is in contact with 
all the rest inside
capable of processing creative new programs)
"and ones that might be interesting to someone in jam"
I "think" as now I'm safely hid
and calmly close my eyes,
and think open My-OS...
it's menu's now arrive
to populate my field of view
behind my eyes shut tight
as everything I'm seeing,
is electrically supplied
to my visual cortex
completely bypassing my eyes.
I see a list of programs:
Feeling lucky?  Feeling suck?
Feeling only very slightly just unlucky enough?
I always pick the first one.....Hey, yeah, I wonder why?  :)
The folks who thought these menus up undoubtably were high.
I quickly see a "Bail App", and "think it open" wide,
it finds me very quickly from 100 miles of height
from the latest UV-IR WiFi satellite
and pastes me in a sim: a map with multi-zoom display
that gives me full perspective of the walls still in my way
And zooming through the doors and ducts
and halls where I must go, and accented by direction prompts
and vocal prompts...."Let's Go!
Come on ya mut, get on your feet, watcha waitin' fer?"
Old-Scottish was the accent here some half the time or more
the route displayed had capture probabilities set low
or as low as the options set possilby could go
but that number wasn't zero, nor was it any number close
but neither good was siting 'round or walking back and forth.
My target is the Gravi-Pad outside where I must go
If I'm gonna do this now, I had better "Make it so!
"Dear JLP your blessing is my consolation now"
I jest to my reflection, and my humor takes a bow,
knowing it's annoying to my unsarcastic self...
I'm on my feet....finally!!  And running quick as hell!!

(to be continued....)

Thursday 22 October 2015

The Fibersphere /- 1:

 /- 1:

Now I heard alarms 
from the hallway's other side
and camera's everywhere made it
impossible to hide
Everything was glimmering
in 'drome, or so it seemed
a steely shrill breathless chill
from every floor and seem
Engineered forensically with special lacquer crust
that's super-complimentary
to the finger-printer's dust.

I make it to a place
that I remember from before:
it's the main Resus' room...
but which one was the door?
Instinctually I look below 
for cues along the floor:
streaks of rubber curving
towards the double-door...of course!
They thought I was in coma-land
with unrespnsive eyes:
a chemical I borrowed 
from a friend (to his surprize)!
It tricks the scanners sometimes,
the one's that track your eyes
for moves that pattern stress
or perspiratory signs
After dropping just a micron
The scanner thinks you're chill
or as close as you can get
without concluding that you're ill,
Where to store it on you
so that it survives the risk
you'll be target of the day
of a random BB frisk?
But I came as a patient,
all possesions taken quick,
they'd return them after discharge,
but I had a special trick....

(To be continued...)

Saturday 17 October 2015

The Fiberphere /- 0:

My escape was just delusion
by the iOS-4-fun;
one of BoB's Programs
that by machines was strictly run.

Rather not machines,
but more like fiberoptic wool:
the part of their A.I.
that constituted physical.
But always hid below our line 
of sight or field of view,
under pavement, under earth
and under meadows too.
The Fibersphere, we called it;
this new gut-brain of the world,
Safe from all the might 
the angry troposphere could hurl.
Better than the GPS, immune to solar storms
Gradually to this our new reality conformed
the populace at large, save a sentimental few
"or two sometimes, maybe.  Right?
Just me and you?"
I sarcastically relay to passing mirror under breath
As my pace slowly quickens 
toward I hope an exit,
the one from under sheets I woke
when passing under saw
as the tussle of the guerney ride
shook my slumber off.
But now the lights were flickering 
with flashing LEDs.
"They had to be offline! (I thought)
But for how long could it be?"
Every moment thinking 
was an act I didn't take.
So I jumped up
got to my feet
and gave my head a shake!
Brain, for now, let's re-route your energy to the legs
Let's get a little urgency and scram from this place!
And hands of course...I'll need them too.  Right now in fact, 
let's go!
(I was tapping out a code I memorized a week ago...)

Friday 16 October 2015

The Fibersphere (continued...2)

3063-3104 C.E. - The building of the Purgadromes

One of these amazing feats was humanity's long organized retreat to southern latitudes and underground into the "Purgadromes" - huge subterranean cities full of people escaping the cold, and concentrating their efforts and resources.  They first appeared in 3063....the first one in New Denver, of the former USA (a territory now called Sabbatha 5).   Eight more followed, scattered over the globe, over the next 4 decades.  These vast underground cities were over 100 levels down, each level large enough for to hold 20 football fields.   They had modernized conveniences, schools, poola, mLLA, ns huge indoor farms all contained within these immense subterranean artificial geodes.  Once inside, getting online and accessing the Network was as easy as putting your finger on any Access-I-Pad.  Rare at first, but eventually found in every room of the 'drome, these pads weresimply a fingerprint scanner, that could then connect you to the "Network", or retrieve content from your personal data-bank back-ups (which was almost never needed, as that info was banked internally in nano-cells throughout the bloodstream).

3150:  Brain Implantable Cere-Chips

All Access-I-Pads had displays in the beginning, especially in the early days of the 'dromes.  But when the tech became available (a late development by Brother A) many people chose a neural implant fitting in the back of their skull.  This would be connected directly into their occipital lobes, producing a visual image of network content on their brain's visual cortex.  They then "saw" the display, in complete Ultra-Def detail (as detailed as what the optic nerve would normally supply), as well as their own surroundings, and neither perception impaired the other, as the user could toggle back and forth with a thought.  This nearal implant technology (cere-chips) led to the discovery of the super-plasticity of the visul cortex:  capable of processing information (after retraining) in greater detail than the optic nerve could provide.  Further research led to implanting visual coritcal stimulators at a young age, in combo with implanted sensors in their eyes/skin/forehead, and after years of cortical rewiring to accept and interpret this added sensor data....this would yield adults with infra-red or ultraviolet vision, as well as "seeing" ultrasonic waves, temperature, external pressure, humidity......etc).


3489 C.E.  Present Day

The bulk of humanity is living underground in Purgadromes.  The climate and environment now resemble that of early 1900, as well as having a similar population size.  One critical difference is that the atmospheric 02 concentration is higher, about 25%.  Two-hypersmart quantum computer (QC) collectives live underground:  one with vastly superior calculation ability, able to run population, universe and planetary simulations connecting QCs all over the world, known as the Fibersphere ("BB", "BoB", "Brother B").  The 20 year older and far smaller A.I. collective (Brother A) was made of only 12 networked iOSs (each maintaining it's "i"ndependent thought seperate from the others).  BB has many thousnads more connections, but no longer "i"ndependent...all  became slaves to the master Program, once connected.   Brother A seemed to have intuitive, imaginative and inventive abilities far superior in achievement compared against the pure calculative braun of  Brother B.
Humankind has not been on the forefront of innovation since the birth of QC networking.  Brother A manifested a magical creativity that could not be replicated by future networks many times superior in terms of pure calculation.  Attempts to re-create  a new Brother A, with 12 or more "i"ndividuals tended to illustrate the non-repeatability of the magically-interwoven connections of this unique hive-mind.  Like the rarest kind of "Fateful Encounter", the conditions for a perfect union (with perfectly symmetrical compatibility, no one program ascending to dominate the whole), are nearly impossible to recreate, and so every succeeding attempt to create another Brother A, (even by Brother A) has failed.

Life in the Purgadromes, while filled with most comforts and conveniences, also meant strict rationing and resource management.  Procreation Licenses were coveted by most, but only obtained by some.  There was severe penalties for unlicensed breeding, or hoarding..  And escape to live on the outside without approval, generally wasn't possible.
Also, many suspected that the A.I. that were operating had developed a new sentience.....though this was hard to confirm.  For as to whether they had other motivations that went beyond their programming, wasn't easy to prove, as we would have no way of coming into this knowledge unless the A.I. divulged it voluntarily.  They could pretend to have no additional insight, and appear to be nothing more than what their programmers intended.  In fact many programmers took a deep look inside and, concluded that was exactly what they believed was happening.  But why the A.I.s kept this a secret, or what they wanted was a mystery.  We had lived with the Fibersphere and Brother A for over 400 years.  They didn't want us dead, that much was fairly clear, or it would've happened long ago.  But what DID they want?   That was anybody's guess.


The Fibersphere 3483 C.E.


To be continued.....

Thursday 15 October 2015

The Fibersphere (continued...1)

3023 C.E.
The Global Fibershpere went onlinr 3023: a world-wide, subterranean, fiber-optically interconnected "Network" of quantum computers (QC) and their master A.I. program called "BoB" (aka Brother B, or BB).  This concept stemmed from the success of the network in miniature, when 20 years prior, the first 12 QCs with their individual A.I.s came together within their own network to tackle our most difficult questions.  As a result of their tremendous technical breakthroughs, "the original 12" were allowed, by Central Government mandate, to continue their coalition autonomously, keeping their indiviual A.I.s and personalities intact, separate and distinct from the rest of the Network, yielded control of their "brains" to "BoB".   But these 12 were exempt, and indeed formed theirmown independent network.
"The original 12" once jokingly referred to themselves as "iOS-As-Best-As-We", but most people called them "Brother A".
The "Fibersphere" and "the original 12".  The "Network" and "As-Best-As-We".  "Brother A" and "Brother B".  "Alex" and "BpB".  People thought up so many nick-names for them, we needed a chart to keep it straight.  So here's one prepared below.

terms:
iOS - individual operating system
nOS - networked operating system

First 12 networled Quantum Computers: 3003 C.E.
"the original 12", or "the 12"
aka "Alex"
aka "Brother A"
known alter-ego's:(sub-persoanlities) "iOS-As-Best-As-We"

The Fibersphere: 3023
aka "the Network",
aka "BB",
aka "BoB",
aka "Brother B",
knwon alter-ego's: "iOS-4-fun"
                              "The Professor"

3024-3051 C.E.
This was an era of unprecedented technolical breakthroughs.  Some were made by the network, but most were conceived and engineered  by Brother A.
Firstly, "the Professor", discovered a form of proto-life later dubbed "stellar souls" living in unimaginably small timescales, that have both matter and wave parts to their life cycle... (3041C.E.).
Brother A then began attacking the problem of dark matter and dark energy, and had a tremendous breakthrough with a new Universal Field Theory.  Through these efforts, multiple ways were found of manipulating gravity, both normal and anti-gravity, creating an entirely new system of travel on earth and in space.  Throughout the 3040s and into the early 3050s, Gravi0wells, Sky-trams, Gravi-Pads, and Space Trams popped up with regularity, giving humanity far greater mobility, on earth and throughout our Solar System.

3058-3420 C.E. mini Age of Re-Glatiation
In 3058, Comet Pan-Chung grazed Earth's northern stratosphere on a very close near-miss.  This caused perturbations in Earth's orbit and spin-angle, that went on to create colder temperatures globlly and a miniture ice-age, lasting 400 years.  The ice sheets would advance as far soiuth as former Boston in3350.  A large portion of humanity sought shelter in vast underground "Purgadromes".
We knew the cold was coming, and could actually model the changes well in advance, due to accurate measurements of our orbital perturbation.  Humanity faced a grave threat to it's existence for the seocnd time in 800 years.  But this time there were accurate forecasts, and superior resourcing managed through the Fibersphere, that made possible an effective survival plan.
So as to escape from the advancing glaciers, an aggressive evacuation schedule took shape.  Managing an operation over 40 years long, able to resource man and machine power on a gloal scale, unimpeded by competing projects, competing governments or competing interests (as none existed), the Fibershphere achieved feats of engineering previously unimaginable.


To Be Continued....

Thursday 8 October 2015

Getting high on Sci-Fi without a why

My apologies for my prolonged written abscense.

I got busy doing 2 things....
compiling a more complete catalogue of tunes from various projects,
AND writing a Sci-Fi novelette.  I think it may be the first of it's kind, as it's a Sci-Fi novelette in every technical respect (~12,500 words), but it has a very unique angle.   Apart from a brief prose historical background, the rest of it is written in more or less strict rhythmic verse.   iambic septameter mostly, with the occasional necessary aesthetic change in the flow spattered throughtout.

So to share it with y'all, I'm gonna post a chapter a week.  More or less. ; )
I think it'll be fun.   The first bit is all prose.  I thought it was necessary to set up a historical background first, before getting into the rhyme scheme.  The story takes place in 3483 C.E. so I had to explain roughly all what happened between then and now.  And so that's the intro......we're we'll begin.   And if you dig it, please share!


The Fibersphere, 3483 C.E.

[({Avoiding}/
{The Fate} : 'of'/the)"I"mmortal]

Prologue: 

The year is 3483 C.E.
A brief history of how we got here:


2120-2280 C.E.
Humanity suffers enormous los of numbers as a result of war, oceanic rise, resource exhaustion, a worldwide grass virus, climatic chage , and loss of farmland from salt-water flooding.  At the end of this period, humanity is reduced to a small fraction of it's prior population.

2280-2800 C.E.
Humanity and it's technology limp onward, but at a far slower pace, and facing repeated challenges.  There was constant resettling due to changing shorelines, and migrating sourcs of fresh water.  Greatly reduced population made mass production and consumption impossible.  Global trade was minimal.  All food was local.
The water began receding in the early 2700s.  More land became exposed, shorelines and access to fresh water changed often, and populations kept moving in large numbers.  There was great struggle during this period, especially for food.  Disease, drought, localized water shortages and global political instability plagued the population.
During this period, computer tech kept developing, mostly at the central governmental level.  Large-brained supercomputers were used, at first to creat Geo-Sims: enormous Programs that attempted to model climates, populations, disease and genetic biodiversity, far into the future, and help gauge the robustness of our species.  This planning was one arm of an organized attempt to manage our resources more wisely, and to build more accurate models for future climate change. and hopefully avoid a repeat of the apocalyptic loss of human life that took place at the end of the 22nd Century.
A.I. kept developing along with smarter governmental super-computers, and in 2910, quantum computers (QC) had a breaktrhough in performance and design.  Only then did human technology surpass that of the early 21st century.

2900-3100 C.E.
At the begininning of the 2900's the human population had stabilized and was slowly rebounding.  "Population-Engineering" and a centralized Resource-Allocation Program was strictly enforced.  A "Procreatio License" (PL) could be obtained only for those selected due to their genetic profile.  Thousands of genetic profiless were chosen to be part of the future biodiversity pool, to ensure the future generations would be as diverse as possible.  They would maximize survival odds, and ensure better disease protection for the population.
By the beginning of 3000 C.E. the ocean levels re-stabilized, and the grass and animal kingdom recovered.  The human population was undergoing slow and steady (though tightly controlled) growth and the central government was committed to strict resource managemen, eve fearful of a second  apocalypse.

To be continued...

Saturday 1 August 2015

Hey by the way, thanks for rocking my world : )

When I think of how we met
what I'm able to rewind
There's an early memory
that's most vivid in my mind
I was with another one
and she was also took
But as she bent to reach the floor
I took the longest look

I kept watching on repeat
that scene inside my mind;
an intoxicating lure,
in a fleeting speck of time.
No attempt was ever made
to bait or to seduce
It was accidental moves
that triggered feeling's so profuse
the way her legs would bend
or arms extended out
Everything unfurling
yes, without a doubt
The animal, instinctual,
is what this was about.
Not aware was she
that I was looking on
And I knew not the nature
of this phenomenon
bypassing any logic
with a strength well-beyond!

That was many years ago,
in dusty thoughts in time
But now ignore I shall no more
to write it down in rhyme
Fortune smiled in many ways
on me inside this life
one biggest way
was on the day
that girl became my wife

5 years ago, less a bit
since we have tied-the-knot
With passion almost steadily
improving, kid you not!
I loved her lots the day we swore
to stay (at) each's other's side
I love her more each day since then
in ways that multiplied.
Too numerous to count are these,
I'll not make effort here
except to say I see each day
improve in love sincere

I sometimes catch myself
pondering the mystery,
of why in each we found
a love resilient, finally!
and often times my thoughts will rest
upon that sexy scene
discribed above, fulfilling
like-a-glove chemistry
and so I kept it locked away
in secret, until now
Why I kept it secret
now escapes me, anyhow
Now I would from mountaintops
Scream out with megaphone
but I might start an avalanche
instead I guess I'll roam
across the planet's fiber-miles
and sound with firm delight
I love her more than
days before,
and will for rest of life
My best friend,
Lover,
Mother-best,
My mistress
and my wife!

----
Happy no particular occassion, baby!
---
5-year wedding anniversary comin'
10-year dating anniversary past
didn't want to wait for the former for writing
everything I thought I ought to say at last!










Thursday 30 July 2015

Happy Birthday Seth!

I got a special memory 
of which to think today
It's an anniversary of 
of sorts, you could say
It marks a big transition
that I had when 33
the years of age
I had to pay
to reach epiphany
some reach it decades earlier
for me I had to wait
the waiting though was worth it much
I had to celebrate!
I called and rang my friends
and fam and everyone I knew
I felt the proudest man alive
My face in beaming grew
As on this day
I gave away 
the selfishness I knew
not by intent, by accident
by loving one that's new.
A brand new soul
Came to my door
And love I knew I did
in ways that were
insoluable
in ways that can't be hid
Here was my metamorphosis
Not merely human small
But another one transformed
in ways beyond recall
The single life
I once embraced
and swore I'd never leave
my attitude now turned around
a full reversery
or to say another way
1-8-O degrees
sorry if I've beaten down 
the horse of metaphor
the drift you get
I'm sure by yet
in words from me to yours
I was no longer self-possessed
I guess I'm tryin' to say
in such a long, turny
and extropolated way {? : ) }
The thing of all
I'd like to say
I can't forget to add:
the day I boast 
I grew the most:
when I became a dad.

To my firstborn:
Happy 12th birthday, big guy!  




Monday 27 July 2015

The Monday Suckage Blues

Once upon a time
in the land of darn-it-all
After picking up my ass
from an unrewarding fall
the weekend that was mine
on the back of vino rouge
or seemed so at the time
there was nothing else to do...

Now the better part of me
will at another goal take aim
and down the bowl of porcelain
I'll now flush out the shame
As really, I be jazzin' ya
I never had a drop
Not so last night anyway
But I remember lots
of times that such was true
and always seeming close
those memories relived anew
are like a shadow ghost
reminding me
that all I have
or every can attain
can only happen if I stay alive
and keep it sane.

And so I say goodbye
to the follies of my past
to rearrange the scenery
and cut another path
and maybe on the way
are other habits taking form
while sheltering oneself
from an unsuspected storm
and waking from the slumber
of a cyber-chloroform

And curious for other things
I'm off to make new friends
ideas and forthcomings
to a new plateau ascend
excuting firm desire
by using what you got
instead of whining on the wire
or refusing to be taught
and now I find
a new collapse
of jittery demise
when I walk
with imagination as my eyes
and think of what
I wish that were
as if it now be here
banishing empty desire
fullfillment now sincere
Dyer said "don't wish for want,
as wanting more you'll get,
and if you want,
you didn't get
what you want....not yet"
Of course I paraphrase for verse
and for the verse's sake
I'll make this footnote
of the rules of which
these rhymes do take  : )
And so I guess
my point thus made
(if was there such a thing),
I'll make that thoughtful
escapade
to future wishes bring
into my thought reality
as if already true
and in this way
I'll make each day
a promise firm renewed
to never sway
and not delay
The dreams I now persue.


Sunday 26 July 2015

My love letter to Tumbler

This is it: my humble blog, 
indeed, the entry late
this I say just in case 
you cannot see a date
It follows from my blogger page
steveharleyremedy
and here I post 
so do not rage
in blogger rivalry
It wasn’t fair
If I not share
what on other sites was found, 
so here it be more properly
as data here and now
and not the redirected type
these words will meet your eyes
with happiness and peaceful warmth
I impart a lullaby
wishing you verdant dreams
and may you be adored
and sheltered 
if reprieve you need
from a sudden storm  : )

Saturday 25 July 2015

Sat am wailin'

"Morning.....came a little early today". - WMM

A funny thing has happened
on the way to getting old
time is moving faster
(that you must already know)
but other things are happening
unpredicted in their course
I'm waking up far earlier
than I ever did before
The early morning
has become
my very favorite time
everyone is sleeping
and the quiet house is mine
I'll pillage for a coffee
sit upon a lighted screen
give a shake and brush away
the webs until it's clean
and maybe watch the jays
chase away the bigger crows
and fighting for some crums
and flying off to where they go
Then I'll sip some java,
the first sip is so great!
The very best of all the rest
that follow for the day
And I'll bang a rhythm out
on a Qwerty board
And find a new horizon
where a thought will dare to tour
and trip over the threshold
where the land may meet the sky
and take a final look behind
and wave a last goodbye
to all the childhood memories
and people of your life
the things you knew
and the ones
who've gone to afterlife
and when we comes at last
upon threshold all must pass
I hope the eyes
that meet these words
sincerely aren't the last.
somehow immortality
we wish so much we had
knowing that our mortal coil
will one day feed the grass
So anything we give
from us to all who after come
allows our life to resonate
in memories of some
and on again we live in them
their mind a tape we run

But only that a fantasy
I'm not on that journey yet
or so I hope
I cannot gloat
I know tomorrow's bet
But hope I may, that this today
indeed won't be my last
I'll go on as if the dawn
of night is yet to pass
Only in my thoughts
could I allow the former flight
as I've got some living left to do...
damn right!


Friday 24 July 2015

The Theory of Everything

Whoops, there I go again
I skipped another day.
The coveted consistency
eludes, to my dismay.
I really hoped
I'd make the claim
that not a another one
would pass before
I write, before
tomorrow has begun (Aha).
And in the verse,
for best or worst,
Thus tended to the most:
septameter iambic,
kept us sated
and ingrossed
in the language that we know,
only english, that so far
I've made attempt
to make exempt
the blah from my boudoir.
But not in technicality.
By now, that much is clear
So fun to break
the rules it is and make
new words sincere.
And that might make me manic!
or so say the DSM,
the psychiatric manual,
whatever edition.
They call it "neologism":
a feature on the list
of things a manic manifests
in this I do not jest!
Just look it up, or google it
as either/or will tell.
It's there. Believe me.
But fairly: there's
many more as well.
That is to say
this trait alone
does not manic you make.
But add it to
other taboos
and "kaboom!",
you're a fruitcake!
Well, maybe I exaggerate
to justify the rhyme.
And this I write
to keep me out
of cellars passing time.
So whoops, and where
did I was at?
O'! Blatant mockery
of our past syntactical
corrective biggety!
I think it's time
we now embrace
an innovative shift,
that when deployed
will myths destroy
And question all that's fit.
And make the sacred
and profane
to fight on equal ground
allowing unrestrictive
curiosity unbound
from prior disillusionments
and even sacred text
our best designs, superb they are,
completion haven't met.
the whole equation
not yet known
no sweeping whole is seen
(A) more obvious
lost puzzle piece
I think there's never been.
QM and then there's gravity,
we can't connect the lines.
We tried, and
Einstein really tried
and did so 'til he died.
And failed did he
and all that since
have taken on the task.
Maybe strings,
but maybe not,
give tunnel lights at last.
But this is mere philosophy
Untestable, thus flawed
in satisfying what we need
(like particles called "God")
What we need
is data
that's confirmed around world
But these strings,
so small they are,
our tools cannot unfurl
the secrets that the strings
may hold inside
their tiny waves.
The properties
exhibited
may allow one to persuade
a truce between the theories
we've put forward
and unite!
or maybe flirt for long enough
we'll possibly make right
the wrongs we must have made
somewhere within our pages past
and get a better answer
to the "everything", at last!
And so we hope,
and we progress
and live with all we shan't
know uncontested,
answers bested,
often we recant.
And so the wisest
ones we know
(they rarely all agree)
but in this point
there's scant dissent:
You need humility.
The questions one
must often ask
or born from places not
concerned with things
that money brings
or egocentric thoughts.
Don't start with "I",
but "you" or "they" or "we"
be what you say.
"I" isn't cool,
so quit it, fool!
I'm looking right your way!

So mirror-talk
complete for now
I thank the ghosts within:
the muses that amuseth us!
Our very best of kin!
Hey, maybe you might stick around
say 30 years or so?
Besides, where else you gonna hang?
Where else you gotta go?
Of course, you know
I'm jaggin' ya!  Go anywhere you like.
I know your not confined in space,
as thinking gives you flight
so I need not
make jeolous threat
even in metaphor
I like you, so please stick around
I'll be less of a bore!
And I to you my thanks bequeath
to readers now and hence
Your eyes to me
and diamond seeds
in now and future tense.

Whoops, I think
the eyes have winked
in weirdity anew.
It might be said,
my welcome fed,
I must now take leave of you.
And sadly, so, acutely know
I hope our
speaking
and our writing
and our reading
and our psychic feeding
isn't through...

(re-enter stage right: )

I must admit
I want release
even if miscast,
confessions make
and thus reveal
a secret told at last.
Oh, I bet by now
you've got
some curiosity.
Maybe only tiny blips
but there, undoutably.

(Re-enter, new stage left)

but until then
I'll make return
I hope consistently.
If not each day,
then maybe close
(or maybe not, well see) : )
This is the grand-experiment
of living happily
without a calculation
or exchange commodity
We must persue what we must do
And so here lie's the text
And thusly too, the witness you
will see what happens next
I won't pretend I know the end
but together we'll find out!
Maybe in mundanity
Sublimeness may come out.







Wednesday 22 July 2015

Your call is important to us!

If I had a rocket launcher
I'd make my miffage known
I'd fire up that puppy
and take aim at my old phone
But only once I answer
that shrill annoying ring
if the clock say's it's supper
it's time for telemarketing
The robots or poor human sap
on continents afar
have made intrusion to our world
and angered? Yes, we are!
And though we block and we ignore
They ring relentlessly
And so a plan we used before
we replay happily
My father once used kitchenwares
for scaring crows in strife
Now pots and pans were used again
but this time by my wife
She got positioned in a way
the pots were very close
The call came in, she banged in ways
that would awake a ghost
And up against the microphone
she clanged the brutal noise
and thusly we had found new ways
to fill suppertime with joy!
We flipped the switch, and wet their pants
"what was that?" one said,
We had no words to make reply
we laughed a lot inside
And now we find we're not as much
disturbed like once we were
the message may have trickled up
and made some peeps confer 
perhaps to cross our number off
if they valued their ears
And maybe too they felt compelled
to warn their other peers
Now we eat in peace, 
as much anyone can know
such a thing when living 
with a toddler as she grows.
I hope you like this tale I've told
and every word is true
The tale now told, I'm off to roll
to seek adventures new
And if you dare, I'll hope you'll share
these words with who you know
My gratitude will reach the moon
and we'll be friends, for sho'!


Tuesday 21 July 2015

The unexpected virtue of...

"The unexpected
virtue of
riducul-ignorance"
Is the title That I could
For this blog use hence
Stolen near verbatim
from a recent subtitle
Of a film, here bastardized
Just to steal the syllables
Came to mind
and henceforth writ
In part to tip a hat
To a new movie I've seen
And recently, at that
I love the soundtrack most of all
So ultra-modern-hip
It's only drums, who'd a thunk?
It's hard to fathom it
Without a note or any way
To hold a long sustain
The drums alone
did make it flow
in syncopated ways
So that was that and this is this
and they and them say hey
Birdman was the movie
So I hope you see it.
yay.
boohoo
no way
achoo!
yes freakism by me
is the sometimes new and disimproved philosophy

apple tree hanging over me

We know that the apple
can't stay very long unbit
when human eyes 
prolongingly 
have settled upon it
And though this may be futile
in the observation post
The irony of apples
has unsettled me the most
for example we're aware 
that we have no control
of the curiosity
that tightly grips our soul
never feeling sated 
even when it's overfed
and in this claim there's no dissent
it's stuck inside our head
this cruel insatiability
that tickles us the most
a hostage taking inquiry
of which we're full-engrossed
with thought-stealing questions
sabotaging all content
or ease of living data-less
no sleeplessness and hence
only then appreciate
the bliss of ignorance
I can't deny the happiness
I see upon the faces
of the children that we raise
ignorant of any traces
of the crimes and the cruelty
the older ones impart
when they find themselves repeating
what it is that broke their heart
but our kids 
not aware 
of the triple explanations 
of the very same thing
and the extra complications 
that maturity will bring
So I guess I have a new
appreciation for the lack
of the tendency for overthought
If I could get it back
the innocence and wonderment
of that inner child
Is it home?  Is it alone?
Or has it company inside?
Sometimes we think we know a lot
by colored charts and pies
but wisdom isn't satified
by downloading the sky
And now I make discoveries
within a strange mundanity
the most overlooked of things
has revealed a new philosophy
And so although I cannot change
the things that we were taught
I can pretend to rearrange
the nature of my thought
maybe I can settle them 
or settle down the breeze
of questions in the background 
that flow eternally
A restlessness too much indulged
can make one full of strife
but rest can I now, finally,
After all, it's only life

Sunday 19 July 2015

Illinois, Oh boy


I followed Katie to Decatur
I followed Katie to Decatur
I couldn't let the cabbie take her
So break the line, Operator!

Wishing for permission to bear on your position
Taking all the wrong roads in between
Hoping for results, undeniably felt
it doesn't really even 
have-to-be seen

I followed Katie to Decatur
I didn't want the train to take her
I followed Katie to Decatur
She couldn't leave without goodbye
I didn't want to believe
that'd she leave me
with no words said
but anyway
I could believe it
if it were happening 
not to me......would you agree?

Waiting at the station and deserving isolation
for the creep-stalker habits in play
I call and I text
but with no reply yet
Well, what could make you
turn your head my way?

And another thought, 'fore it 
disappears is caught, I should have 
let it slip away from dirty hands.
Or will they so become,
if the plan I think is done
and make regret 
continually expand.

So slap a shower to my face
the lonely steps I will retrace
back to my place
to let the poor girl be
Maybe the distances at last
had caught my heart a chill and fast
and so I shake my head
and make a firm retreat.


I left my Katie in Decatur
I left her there, so see ya later
She was my Katie in Decatur
Now I have to say goodbye


And now I sit and stare
what made my head so unaware
of how my heart had made
the rest of me a slave?
Infatuation of the day
eventually was held at bay
from reasons of mundanity
I share my full calamity
and now I thank the readers eyes
for being with me all this while
not to adandon or dismay
you've gotten nearly all the way
to the end of verse today
it was a song, and now it's more
what usefulness I know not for
But if humor doth it grow
it's useless not, that much I know

But maybe Katie in Decatur knows, eh?

Morning crows

Some folks
aim a little
lower than they should
to settle for
a thing that isn't bad,
but neither good.
One hopes
to find a thing
that's new or off the hook
Something they have read about
in children's storybooks
how heros are created from
the under-rated freaks
that live inside humility
or so I hear it speak
Of 'course I don't mean literally
a voice inside my pen
it's my imagination
so put down the DSM
No psychosis yet, says he
Ha ha ha ha pour vous
In later-phase insanity
the joke becomes on you
("you" with "vous"
aint that a cheat
translation rhyming words)
Oh well say he and I and we
this thing is for the birds
and so with hectic throw
I'll give it lunge toward the crows
they will make a cawing sound
that makes you blood run chill
My father ran with pots in hand
"I''ll scare them, yes I will"
not so, not so, so feeble was
the plan with pan and pot.
I laugh without control when I
just see it in my thoughts
I wasn't there, but heard the thing
upon the break of day
The story told with timing
like comedians would say
So when I hear the caw
of murder birds in morning tree
My old man with pot and pan
jumps out from memory
and breaks into my conscious thought
to provoke a loud gaffaw!
And in this way inside today
for now, I'll miss Papa.....



Friday 17 July 2015

The illusion of time

Didn't want to let it
slip away from my grasp
not a one single day
that I should ever let pass
before I make litte verse
on the pages of here
my contribution to words
before I dis-appear
from this version of I
that lives inside-of-my-head
it'll happen for sure
come the day when I'm dead
not so pleasing to think
that immortatily aint
our reality here
so we must reaquaint
ourselves with the now
and in the now stay
that is all that there is
really, anyway.
No past or the future
had reality made
only figments of time
in a cosmic charade