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)