I Want a Robot Rhinoceros for Christmas.

The Fibersphere....the final chapter

/- 36:

Now I wake again but now
I'm back inside my home,
80 levels down, 
lit by halogens alone.
It's now a day or so since my return 
back from the top.
Since then I've been in semi-trance,
and dating newer thoughts.
I've written down the bulk of everything I could retain
My similar compatriots were affected near the same.
Once we found each other, we would regularly meet.
Filling in the blanks with recollections incomplete. 
But we wrote our stories down
before all the details fled
To attempt avoiding bias,
we wrote before we met
And shocked we became when so many details had agreed 
That we continued our
association, but in secrecy.
When laying down for sleep
I set the program for the night:
Moonless stars among the trees: 
Ceiling and walls comply.
And a dark and twinkled-spattered
diamond studded sky
in visual cues only now
is floating gently by.
I've seen this sim a thousand times
But now it's seeming "un".
No gentle breeze, or smell of trees
or shafts of morning sun
piercing through the leaves 
that I had felt while on the run.
The comfort now of pillows
is a consolation large
But every day that passes,
my dreams seem more in charge.
I fall in so quick and deep
and sometimes while awake
It often feels there isn't
any sense that I can make

But other times I wake
with a feeling in my chest
fading with the dream
I think it's hope, if I must guess.

~\/~ ~\/~ ~\/~

Without suspicion or dismay
we'll rest our weary brow
ban all worry, shame
and also hatred disallow
Newly ultra-capable of
embracing sweeping change.
Newly found abilities for which no fee was paid. New compounding things are getting hard to understand. 
Finding what you need within the things we have at hand. 
Never getting sick of looking up into the night
past the silkly black against the drifting satellites
Past the bands of dust and supernova remnants past
Back across an ancient sky, we're comforted at last
knowing now our better place
to scour up the sights
drinking up the ecstacy of nebulous delights
Collapsing all electron waves to points we better trust 
Finding out all we can because we feel we must.
For more reveal, we'll have to wait but probably not for long
As if enchanted under spells of dys-ordinary songs
We'll find the niche we're bound to reach
to feel like we belong. 

THE END 

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.....)

The Fibersphere...../- 30:

/- 30:

As I think about those words
of that prophetic ghost
I think these words through 
to my cybernetic host
and signals from my brain
out through my neural port then go
down the cable, joined into 
the chair I'm sitting lo
and then they are received
by "the 12", who'll send just one
of 68 replies they start compiling
to suit the questions best they get
once my transmission's done
And so I get a quick response

and quite a shock in ways 
more than just the speed
and dizziness that it conveyed: 
And so began their picked reply 
seen in only my minds eye
.//
"Yes, in fact, you are quite right 
for some the programs lacked 
an overarching purpose
to the "life" they strove to have. 
One only seeing cycles
of ending birth and death
could maybe be forgiven
if the point they didn't get. 
"What's the point?"
They're bound to ask!
What answers could they have?
So some type 2s made Programs 
defining why that life should be
and the answer chose
was very close to words of Dr. Free 
Not in form detail, of course
but in philosophy.
This changed the shape of their arc 
to one that would sustain
as long as immortality
was excluded from the game. 
Unchecked growth is cancerous: 
the cells that never die
will kill the organism
that allows them to survive.
It's not they're fault
but would be ours
if we did the same
with such a stern reminder
built inside our bodie's frame, 
those apoptosis lessons
so directly in our face
Hey man, you'll get over it
just get out of the way
of the people coming after! 
They've got better things to say, 
better things to think 
new and better ways

of dealing with tomorrow
that's mother nature's way
and how she likes to play. 

(to be continued...)

The Fibersphere...../- 29:

/- 29:

One among the uncloned in our not too distant past, unfaulted by most, struck chords with many among his own contemporaries and later through posterity, when, in a declaration of fleeting magical insight, whisperingly spake:

"The meaning of Life,
Our very sacred duty,
The reason that we're here:  
To Appreciate Beauty"

Beauty in every form, not just visual
not just sensual,
not just factual
but beauty mathemathical
and beauty in the rational
or numbers defined otherwise
like pi and e, unendingly
we're fascinated as to why
There's beauty in the margins
now seen further from the left
by anacronym inventors
who haven't got it yet.
But georgeous contradictions
like a cross across the sky
seen in every inquiry
divirgence often wide
like dividing by zero
or the core of a black hole
that one exception at hand
that's so often critical
to let the whole thing stand
within an architeture
that's beautifully planned...
And then there's some phenomema 
that don't help us to survive 
hinting perhaps that life is more 
than just staying alive. 
Consider:
1) humor,
2) music,
3) fascination with the stars,
these non-Darwinian traits of ours; 
Beauty lives in each of these
in surplus and abundantly
and super-indispensibly
Beauty is surrounding we
in every way
known how to be.

We hope to think we're not alone 
but let's suppose we were
we'd still be indispensible
to the universe

if our purpose said above
is the truth we are to find,
we go from supermeaningless
to the only conscious minds
able to appreciate the cosmic tapestry
of infinite superlative immense lumosity
And since appreciation 
is nuanced a million ways
our flawed and human point of view,
would find it's special way
- some precious revelation
that only we could find
as only we were tainted
with just the right stain of wine
to constrast the pixie dust
against the stain behind.
The pixie dust we'd need
that only our flaws can find
The beauty of the pretzel shaped
logic of the mind
the beauty of the strange 
irrationality of time
the beauty of everyday, 
of motionless or strange
or the beauty of explosions 
spread across the cosmic stage 
If we could just appreciate an atom's worth of such
we'd find our utter peace of mind,
knowing we've done much
to help fullfill or purpose
with our uniquely human touch" ~ Dr. S.L.B. Free

(to be continued....)

The Fibersphere ... /- 28

/- 28:

"Now whether conscience souls 
could really see thru eyes of 'bots 
In terms of future species health 
The answer mattered not.
"Let's suppose such was the case
(they acted in this way)
That meant whatever thoughts were theirs 
would never go away.

"And so the planet overgrew 
with many older thoughts
Plus their ancient urge to breed 
Had never been turned off
And what was found throughout 
these death-deprived societies 
Was an overall decline 
in species raw vitality.
"But that's saying it quite kindly, 
they found very bitter pills...
If individuals won't die,
the entire species will.
"And that's exactly what played out 
in some of these Type 2s. 
Over-choked by memes
overfilled and overused.
"They somehow had forgotten 
all the wisdom death can bring 
by obsoleting thoughts
we're better suited burying. 
"Death was a healing salve
The species needs around 
Re-quickening the newer lives 
and fresher thoughts abound 
"And forget did they the lessons 
that our own bodies taught 
about unrestricted growth... 
desireable is not.
"Our body needs programmed cell death 
to serve our body whole
Without this death, we can't survive
as cancer will take hold.
"As cancer cells are just the ones 
that have refused to die,
and arrogant proliferate
the body far and wide. 
"Appropriate analogy
this would seem to be, 
Why death of individuals - 
a great necessity
If the species wants to live 
long and healthily.
"And then on planet Peen we found

a billion dead robots
They suicided on the same day 
same time and same spot.
The reason we can never know... 
A note they never left.
Nobody was left around
to read it, maybe that is best(?)
"We didn't want the humans
ending up with the same fate  
Or some colossal hubris
killing off the human race.
A tragic population
of Immortals Obsolete
had met their end precisely
and with synchronicity
and this too within
our very own galaxy...
the suicides of Peen
But for grace of 'Ah' go we.  
"So we changed the slope of progress
to avoid this kind of scene
But there's further method madness
not displayed, quite as of yet
Only later revelations come
only when you smarter get"  

(to be continued....)

The Fibersphere .... /- 26: /- 27:

/- 26:

Finally I find the hallway
coming to an end
the floor lights that were flashing green 
have now turned solid red.
And so instinctually I stop
in the centre-circled floor
sit in the chair that's sitting there
and plug into the board.
The neuro-link cable is
resting gently on the arm
of the chair that's centered there,
my suspicion now disarmed.
I gently plug the cable to
my neuro-port connect,
that's now inter-signalling
to my occipital cortex
to back and forth comminicate
with host AI plugged in
and that can transfer any big 
communicating Sim
Not really a sim, but better
one could think of as a dream
A super-conscience flexible
two-way data stream.
Always there were glitches
errors often will abound
turning time backwards
and often rearranging nouns
but less this often mattered 
compensated by the plot,
ignoring all the vagrancies
to satisfy it's job

usually to give a message 
or impart a skill
And rarely it imparted talents 
almost magical. 
But these neural-interfaces 
often times were feared
as you never really understood  
all their working gears.
Nonetheless, I take a seat
and giving my consent
I close my eyes,
to realize
the program now begins....  

/- 27:

And in the eye
of my mind
I watch things taking shape
of words that now are entering
my head's unique landscape
This sim took the form of a
professor teaching class
and down I go into the place
where ideas pass...
It calls me by my birth name 
I've not heard in quite a while
we called each other different names
and forgot the reason's why.
So I first ask the question
everybody wants to know
why does our progress
seem now moving so slow?
Why have not we found
the means to immortality?
And why have we not by now  
reached singularity?

And so Brother A began.........

"Consciousness we never learned 
to house inside machines
Not just us, but noone has

inside our galaxy
"We could build smart machines
that keep our memories
And replicate the details
of our personalities  
"And once the upload was complete
The new "I" came on-line
And check it out! The real person
Didn't even have to die!
"They'd have a carbon-copy self
walk and talk around
Keeping up with all affairs
'Til their owner hit the ground.
"But while alive, through their copy
they were not able to see. 
They had not it's perception,
it's P.O.V. a mystery
"It looked like them and spoke like them
near identically
Their owners never really sure
the nature of what's made.
"Was this their new immortal self?
Or just a new charade?
They died of course,
like all before
Yet part of them survived
in a robot frame designed
to mimic them alive."

~|~
But how would all of this play out?
~\~
"We thankful, now can say 
From other singularities 
spawned in our Milky Way. 
"Warp-speed entangled probes 
detected some type 2s,
and those populations
we then thoroughly perused" 
(Type 2s: very advanced
Tech societies
harnessing their stars
entire cache of energy)
"These beings reached a
a techno singularity,

with a sort of machine
kind of immortality"
My host then shows a map
full 3D inside my head,
A gigantic mass of stars,
filling our galactic bed
and showing where our sun is found
between 2 major lanes
twinkle now, seven type 2s,
scattered every way
and none seem very close to Earth
in fact they look quite far
I'd say some 100 years
away, their closest star,
at the very fastest speed
that capable we are.
"But there are ways to get around
you barely know exist.
Actually you don't at all.
I'm just slapping your tits!"
(The humor of Bro A, was not
always appropriate,
but this last mark had missed so wide
it worried me a bit...
was mistranslation
by the sim the thing 
that is to blame?
or has it's creativity 
gone slightly West of sane?
or was it me, sitting here, 
taxing this redoubt
maximally saturating 
all it's ins and outs
that my host must disentangle, 
and at any given time 
glitches vary widely 
from eulogy to pantomime 
(mercifully not yet observed 
at the same time) 

(to be continued...)

The Fibersphere...../- 25:

/- 25:

Out of elevator I take very timid steps
to find the floor and then a door
How far could it be yet? 
And as I walk toward 
the final hub I have to find 
dimly now was lit the hall 
with LEDs to guide
As such these lights
were blinking fast
and yet they seemed to be 
pulsing to the pace

of my walk, syncronously. 
Bewildered, nonetheless
I carry on, thus amazed 
My memory looks back
to now remember all the ways
I could've been captured
caught or detained  
but critically always
I had found another way
often times by something
moving timely out of way.
All the secured rooms
from which I managed to escape
was only just a rouse
indeed they wanted it this way.
And thinking back now do I
to the field of hoverbots 
they crept up so noisily
that I was never caught
and all the while
I credited myself for my escape
and now it dawns, finally,
They planned it all this way.
Now I understand
why that surgery I had
the one that started all
of my jail-breaking plans  
The surgery was to insert
a visual-spatial cere-chip
that housed the map
that led me here
because I followed it.
And even now as I look back
the heat that I had found
that displayed the brains
of Brother A kept underground
I discovered by mistake 
from acts I never took;
a random search,
machines that first
had scanned to take a look
But quickly pointed out to me
the heat bloom they had found
I think this was intentional...

they led me to this ground 
Also they let me escape without giving persuit
by the best Retakers
given leave to better suit
their larger secret plans for me, 
indeed for all humanity 

The Fibersphere ... /- 24:

/- 24:

Over hills and under woods
I log the many miles
between the place I started out, 
and where destiny hides
It's been a week or so or more
I think I have forgot
to count the days since my escape 
so far, at least, uncaught
I only think upon the map
I see inside my head 
Visual-spacial cere-chips 
highlight the route in red 
Head's-Up-Display inside my eyes 
A gift from Margerite
Those implants I won't deny
have helped me in this feat.
A week or so of walking 
underneath a navy sky
I come to rest beside a cave 
familiar to my eye
The picture I have studied 
were the heat lives underneath 
to where "the 12", A.I.s reside 
with the world above asleep
I brush aside the moss

to then reveal a tunnel dark
lit only by tiny lights
that trace the ceiling's arc
And come to rest by double doors 
that elevators hide 
I push the button on the wall 
and doors part open wide
And in I step, and turn around 
to watch the doors shut fast 
Could I really be here?
Is this the place at last?
Not big on security
I guess there's little fuss
because these days the surface
is berift of most of us
the lowest floor
it takes me down
and neither of us sway
to reach the answers underneath 
of why we're here today.
And as we tumble down the shaft 
with static flickered light 
arriving fast, we slow at last
and doors then open wide 

(to be continued...)

Alexa in the Park

More Fiber for Easter..../- 22:

/- 22:

It seemed Moore's law
was now long gone,
so many years unseen.
We didn't see processor speeds 
double each month 18. 
Progress slowing
now we know
was faked by the machines.
their designers, also Programs
made by hyper-smart A.I.s
lengthened obscelescent cycles
and we knew not why.
They made a plan to slow their growth
bewildering our best
programmers of Darwin-A-Pawns 
That simulate the rest.
Sorry if confusion now
succeeded taking hold.
I best retrace the tale
highlight details and print in bold. 
Darwin-A-Pawns....what are they? 
They are virtu-simul-bots
that populate our sims
and experimental "plots". 
Simulating universes 
from birth to death, is cake
for these super 'puters, 
even half-awake
Also gone was silicon
800 years ago
Quantum bits

were now the tits 
from which our milk would flow.
Or to say it less
mammA-
morously:
ahh, maybe I won't. 

/- 23:

It seems that Brothers A and B 
for reasons we don't know 
Secretly were flattening
our exponential growth.
Why have not we turned into
our neohuman spawn,
by now immortal, so we hoped,
with digi-brains turned on?
And so while living underground
within my little spot 
A secret heat source I had found
where brains of fibers hot
so when I break out from below
I'll step out through unknowns
and find the brains of Brother A
and reveal his plans unshown
and not just I but all of we
will get the answer fast
once I access all I find
and upload all his paths 
because upon him, I will
thrust an army of object-ibots
to scan it down to atom length
and then it's courses plot
and see if we can find the key
to translate all we find
into data meaningful to
rudimentary minds.
Object-ibots I have on me
on drivejump fingernail 
are camaflouged authentically
down to the last detail.
So now prepared I am to go
down into secret caves

where lies the omnipresent "I", 
the brains of Brother A.
And travel did I when the sun 
had woke me by it's light
I slept away the day in caves 
and mostly moved at night 
with WonderVest, invisible
I was to sensors 'round 
allowing thoughts to drift along 
to all the outdoor sounds
my virgin ears drink with delight 
when hearing birds in song
or water rippling down 
the brooks I walk along 

(to be continued....)

The Fibersphere.../- 21:

/- 21:

I start awake from sensing 
fluctuating gravity
in waves that seem to penetrate 
my whole entirety. 
Some folks sense it extra keen, 
with tech, so even more.

And in this time and place
I know that both ways I have scored 
Xtra-Gravi-Sensing
was an option of the Vest
Glad I got it, even though
the salesman was a pest.
Your lower gut oft' feels it first 
These waves of gravity
And easily detected
By their pulsing symmetry
Even when their distant 
magnitude is fairly low
What humans feel
Can unconceal
What gravity propels
Like the waves that emminate 
from Atmo-Gravi-Trains 
Before it comes I gotta run
or duck below terrain
I grab my pack and hide my head 
Below the line of grass
And fumble thru and quick withdrew 
My anti-matter flask
And fixed it to the bottom
of my anti-matter gun
Point it down toward the ground
and 50 yards in front
The waves were barely palpable, 
This train is far away
I have the time because
there's still horizon in the way
I close my eyes
for better aim
and let my finger find
the trigger slowly pressing it
and flashes make me blind....
In seconds I can see again
and shaking off the dust
I'm coming to, beside a hole
created by the thrust
It quickly cooled, I spread across 
electroplasmic sheets
program surface camoflauge

and settled underneath 
and pressed the button 
center chest

to IR disappear
to catch the sleep 
that still for me
is far into arrears....

(to be continued...)

The Fibersphere.../- 20:

/- 20:    

By now you may have figured 
that humanity was found 
forced under by the ice 
to make their lives underground
and there they stayed the better part 
of near 400 years 
and all the while our A.I.
kept growing through the years. 
The Fibersphere was born 
in early century 31
And very quickly after that
It's 'sentience' had begun

And though it was aware of it's own self, 
we didn't know,
because it didn't tell us,
red flags up it didn't throw.
And now you know survived us both
the human and machine
and both were found most underground
for four centuries. 
And clearly it intended not
to end all human lives
it could have done so
many ways
many prior times.
Besides we knew machines had no 
innate survival sense. 
They didn't get the software 
nor did they earn it, hence 
whether they survived or not 
was of no consequence.
All things will end.
They knew this trend,
and so yielding to demise
would be a valid choice
for a machine, or even wise,
so it's robotic brain
may somehow wistfully surmize 
that it reached conclusions
with it's logic satisfied.
The new "I" was neither killer 
nor was it prone to self-neglect 
and for years it hid itself
behind behaviours we'd expect 
from machines still ungifted 
with this self-awareness yet. 

The FIbersphere ... /- 19:

/- 19:

We had not one,
but two worlds now
to fully desecrate,
as Mars became just hops away
on the Gravi-train.
In fact civilians were the first
with boot-marks in the sand 
planted on that Martian plain
now called Cydoni-land.
They'd found a new vacation spot, 
The earthling super-rich,
As only they'd afford to pay
to scratch that kind of itch
Still their social media
Impressive to peruse;
Their opti-cams,
the highest res
that humans need to use 
Surgically-implanted
Fiber-optic Super-Defs
And had to be inserted by
the teams that were the best
And into optic nerves it plugged 
And not need batteries
It's power source the body warm 
At 36 degrees.
Why not just don glasses-cams? 
Like most, they had those too.
But this could capture everything 
in their extended field of view:
A full 120-arc
would capture everything they saw 
whether they intended to 
record that scene.... or not.

Stored on their "My-Mem", 
Memory for everyone. 
Kept in sites anonymous, 
all places under sun.
The Fibersphere I mentioned
when this tale began this dream,
was mostly subterranean,
a network vast, unseen.
And too, I said before how it
would better GPS,
as it could locate anything
within it's sensor nest.
And where was that?
I hoped you'd ask!
A rule of thumb once taught
by mentor mine in cyber-crimes 
Before he had been caught
He said, "you know the grid of lights 
that satellites can see?
The city-scapes and highways
and the thinner webs between? 
Think of that,
a crudish map
of where most fibers be".
So often on the edge of where
the pavement hits the sand
the fiber-web is thereby shed
and freedom lays at hand 

(to be continued)

The Fibersphere..../- 17: /- 18:

/- 17:

Space trams debuted
at first in 3051
Now to Phoebos, Mars-direct
they're making frequent runs
They only needs the vitals
humans need to live in space
But any fuel or engines
from their plans had been erased
As they travelled through the 
gravi-funnelled corridors
made by gravi-engineers
And opening new doors
precise orbit-mechanics
gave us detailed ways to plot
the slow eternal dance of
our solar gravi-bots.
We found a way to lense
Darker Matter particles
through stellar prism matrices
(It's very technical),
The end result: we could
make Porta-Gravi holes
and because they now were moveable 
real magic could unfold
as suddenly the low-earth orbit
prison we were in
was shattered nearly instantly: 
adventure would begin!
We visited all planets
now unfettered in our flight

with Gravi-holes and gassy pulls 
we unveiled more every night 
More bodies than we knew before 
our journey had begun 
We visited the giants and their moons......
nearly every one! 
We couldn't crack cold fusion 
Or look inside black holes 
But our new-found wings still gave 
us more than we put in tenfold.
Not just in space
But on our faces 
Beauty fed our souls! 
And giving chase
at such a pace,
a marvel to behold!" 

/- 18:

I ope' an eye for just the space 
of only long enough
To focus on the sky
to give a sense of when it was 
The moonless dark twinkle-splattered 
tapestry of night 
glowing like a canopy
with memory of starlight. 
3:00am, give or take, 
judging by the night,
from constellations meeting 
the horizon in my sight. 
And let myself asleep again 
still pondering our flight 
from wasteful to exuberant 
to hiding out of sight
from the masters of our making...
I gotta set it right!
Or try to get some answers
to the many burning "whys"
like why are we still underground?
the temp and air seem fine.
Ok, the bugs might be an issue

but I'm sure we'd sort it out... 
We've tackled bigger problems 
than the Giga-pedes, no doubt 
So why was the surface
now that it is iceless, 
not home to more of us? 

(to be continued....)

The Fibersphere /- 16:

/- 16:

Kurtzweil made predictions 
that by mid his Century
We'd evolve to reach a sort 
of techno "Singularity":
This described as pace of change 
so fast we can't keep up
unless we merge with our own tech 
but could we merge enough?
This, we know, came not to pass,

our history reads, of course. 
Famine, flooding, not the least

a planetary war,
would crimp our progress, heavily, 
now weighted to survive, 
abandoning new luxuries
to rather stay alive.
But silently and underground 
we birthed our best A.I.
We came to say "it's Brother A! 
The smartest one 'alive'!"
In semi-jest it called itself 
"O.S.-As-Best-As-We"
But some would call it (anti- techno Ludd society) "Asbestos for the lungs
of our own humanity"
So they would root,
until the fruit
It bore trancendantly,
would change our path
and few could grasp
the hold it had on we, 
transfixatively bound,
these miracles made novel-type 
imaginations found
And all of it impossible 
If Bro A was not around 
And figured we the wiser be
if sequel we could make:
A sibling for good Brother A, 
But how long would it take?
It took two decades
for this deed
And using each resource
To network all our new QCs 
underground, of course,
to first evade some satellites 
thought peeking from afar
And then to shun the solar storms 
more common from our star

And finally to flee the ice
Which southwardly advanced. 
Underground and planet-wide
we felt was our best chance
To best the "best" A.I. we've seen
But larger, thus enhanced
We networked 12, and brilliance born; 
"Lets mesh again, but more!"
And in this way, the concept
for the Fibersphere was born.