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....)