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There are no characters – it bothers me.
Does it?
Yes. Stories need a hero. They need good guys and bad guys. They need real, live people – otherwise it’s just two dimensional.
Ok Merry, that’s what you’ve been taught. That’s what the last two hundred years of literature has focused on.
But I can’t.
What?
I can’t make any of these characters stick. There’s no plot. There’s nothing holding them together. Each is a vague passing shape in a continuum.
And what’s wrong with that?
It gives the people no one to connect with. No human thread to root for or wish dead.
You know – I’ve been thinking.
What?
There’s not been a lot of tragedy lately, has there?
In the world, you mean?
No, in literature, in movies. Not since Shakespeare. Then it was like, everyone dead on stage at the end.
Horrible.
Instead we’ve been endlessly exploring the possibilities of the individual, the person, the emotional or psychological depths of the human – or lack of them.
And, what of it?
Well something tells me that there’s another side to this story – which is now surfacing in your work.
What – a zombie apocalypse with no one vaguely human – just a few cardboard cutouts.
Well what happens if indeed time is run out?
Er…
If we’re no longer able to keep the great polarising thing going – and we’re now crashing back into singularity…
Crashing? I’d say slipping – like we’re losing traction – those zeros and ones are no longer gripping like they used to.
Well, don’t you see?
See what?
All of these personalities, all of these great characters – ultimately it was all One – just wearing different costumes.
So, we’re now being homogenised. Is gooey paste the future of the human race?
Maybe that’s why you can’t pretend any more that the personality masks we’ve been wearing are relevant at this particular moment in time. It’s the hyperstream that matters – nothing else.
Screw that – I’m all for weird sci-fi theories – but I’m yearning for something human in this mess.
Well, stop looking for it down in the gutter. If the impending singularity means anything – it implies that the orders of magnitude which have kept us apart all these aeons are now dissolving.
Er – you mean?
Who else… Her – Baikal
And Him – Thiel?
Yes, why not.
Because they’re just mythical – aren’t they?
They are? How on Earth can your mind be so blind to what you already know…
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[REM – it’s the end of the world as we know it]
Supply chains disrupted – banks no longer able to send payments with any certainty that they’re going to be received. Shops emptying of supplies – panic buying. Exodus from cities. Marauding gangs. Army called out onto the streets in countries around the world to maintain order
On the other hand – huge breakthroughs occurring in meditation and abilities to connect telepathically, to materialise objects, to move around – evidently as the existing machine comes to a standstill this releases energies to flow back into channels which have been dry and empty for millennia. Many people are feeling uplifted – now able to reconnect with the [quantum] Field, with the land, with Cosmos, with other beings.
We ain’t going back. Nothin ain’t gonna be the same again. We’re… [he flashes up into the air leaving a fly buzzing round confusedly]
[Another person] I don’t care – I don’t care what happens. You can point that gun at me all you like Mr Cop but I is holding my ground.
I said lie face down or I’ll shoot on the count of three.
Go ahead Punk – make my day.
I’m warning you.
Paff paff – you is all power. All testosterone – and what? You think that’s gonna make a difference now. I’ll bet you the minute you fire that gun you’ll wish you hadn’t.
Right – you’ve asked for it. [Pulls trigger and we fly into the data field – the 1s and 0s suddenly start flipping around.
Looks like Time’s split in two. [as the bullet heads in a curve to the left and to the right simultaneously – but Amy our black lady pulls herself back together choosing neither of the two options]
But I’m still here – and the two bullets suck back into the barrel of the gun – exploding it in his hand and you, poor man, have just experienced quantum blowback. Here – let me see if I can help with that… she walks up to the badly injured cop and spits on his pulverised hand.
I know, I know sergeant Charles [peering at his badge] this hurts like hell – but if you’ll just allow me to… as she walks up to him she splits around him and pops into his field from behind – he suddenly lurches backwards as if being sucked into a vacuum – accelerates at hyperspeed and the next moment, unbelievably – is back on the sidewalk, right as rain – she’s wiping the spit off his hand with a handkerchief saying – There you are Sergeant Charles – that wasn’t so bad, was it?
He’s like – what the hell – er – fu** – er – wow – er – thanks ma’am – all rolled into one.
He gets it. He’s just experienced the hyperstream. His life/ reality will never/ has never been the same again.
So you see Sergeant – the rules of the game have changed. Now, that gun of yours isn’t going to be much use for anything other than gardening, if you know what I mean, and is that such a bad thing?
[gun is sprouting mushrooms]
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But how did they set it up in the first place? If we can figure out that – perhaps then we can get it restarted again.
How did we set it up? Shouldn’t that be obvious – if you step back and review where we are today.
We somehow managed to create a time-machine?
Precisely.
A machine that generated at least the illusion of an endless stream of time – by ensuring humanity was only ever to see things after they’d been split apart – separated from their zed factor – their unknowable unknown.
Good reasoning. So how was it done? Human sacrifice?
How else!
We killed someone?
Killed? Why the past tense form?
We are killing someone – permanently?
Yes. We are killing everyone.
But how?
Every participant in the great experiment has to sign the grand declaration of intent. Do you remember now?
The grand declaration of intent… I… I… No…………………………!! It can't be.
Can't?
Jesus wept – we had no idea what we were doing.
Don’t be so sure – you had the full awareness of the multi-dimensional beings that you were.
Then why – why would we sign up to this insanity?
Perhaps Lucius tricked you?
Surely we could see though subterfuge?
Perhaps you didn’t want to. Perhaps you were actually committed to making this happen.
But Lucius – he’s like a second-hand car dealer. He could sell sand to a Bedouin could our Lucius, but we were happy to line up behind him – despite the fact that he’s – abnormal.
Abnormal – look at him. The guy is positively radiating treachery and deceit. How could you possibly have put yourselves into his hands? Did you have no circumspection? None at all?
We – needed him.
You needed him? What do you mean?
We couldn’t do it without him. We, beings of the light, could never set up an experiment like that – the code would unravel – it would slip through our fingers like sand.
And Lucius could?
Only if we put ourselves into his device.
Device?
Yes – it was a kind of contract – a binding agreement.
A curse?
You might say. That was the only way to spin off time.
Ok – so you enter a binding agreement.
Yeah.
And then?
Then we’re bound.
For how long?
For ever….
?!
Until time runs out.
Which is when?
When we’ve exhausted every last possibility to extract value from the divided whole –
?!
Once the nuclear event has run its course
?!
The chain reaction is spent
?!
And the rising tide of entropy overwhelms the particles still being released by new fissions.
Jesus Christ – it was a nuclear reaction?
Yes.
So how did you split the atom?
More than an atom – it was our singularity. Our being. Our life. Our cell. The first and only, the master atom.
Big bang?
That’s what you call it now.
How?
We reversed the wires – so to speak.
How?
Oh, playing around with time – as you do.
And what?
We regressed Lucius from the future – from the experiment we’d already committed ourselves to.
But it didn’t yet exist.
As good as. Once we’d committed to it – the experiment already materialised in the quantum fields of probability. We found the master node –
Thim
And from there we projected into the furthest time, the very end – where Thim finally takes on human form as Thiel, and back to our council chamber – where Lucius is already aware of the entire experiment and what we’re intending to do.
But he doesn’t actually exist yet – does he?
Not exactly, no – but he’s already a foregone conclusion – as our intention is unshakeable.
So how does he have the power to make this happen? To make the experiment hold up for all time – if he’s just a shadow of a being.
We are powerful beings – able to do almost anything we like – but creating abstract art – creating hypothetical worlds – it doesn’t cut any ice – just numbers on a screen. We want something real. We need to really taste, really experience real things, real matter, real it.
So you hook yourself up to an artificial reality?
Artificial? You call this artificial?
Er…
Have you ever experienced anything more real?
Er…
Ever? This is the ultimate, the indisputable expression of what real can be.
If you don’t mind mass murder, suicide, misery
But love, what about love, and creativity, have you forgotten that – and meaning – endless meaning, inspite of the chaos, in spite of the madness and mayhem – precious, golden drops of godlike, exquisite meaning, of truth, and beauty – appearing even as the bombs are raining down and the people are dying in droves.
So, you think it’s ok. That it was worth it?
I…
Or that the ends justify the means….
I…
That the millions of children who have died, that they were an acceptable expense in order to ensure you get your harvest – your precious drops.
I don’t know. I can’t say. Remember – I’m as much a part of this as you and the rest of us. Everyone here on earth – everyone is of the first atom, the first cell – we are all co-signers.
And what exactly is it that we signed? Or is that a secret not to be revealed?
No secret. It was a technicality.
How so?
The contract, or curse as you put it, had to focus and centre all our energies, all our life force in Lucius – if he was to become real – and through him, in him – the universe materialise.
And how could that be done?
We had to name him our God.
Your God?
Or in other words – bind ourselves as his children, his slaves until the end of time – until matter should depolarise, collapsing into the bottomless well of non-sense
At which point you’d be free again – you’d be released?
Not necessarily. Had it been a foregone conclusion the experiment would have been of no value – whatsoever.
You mean…
Lucius acting throughout the experiment wishes to become immortal beyond the end of time – the only way he can do that is if he can bind us to all matter – as if it matters – as if we are no more than subject to things themselves, to laws and forces beyond our control.
And then, in that case?
In that case he’d win. The universe would end and we would be trapped in the bottom of an infinitely deep well of entropy – Lucius would become the new version of what we were – like Zeus and his cohorts did when they replace the Titans.
Holy shit.
Well, in a manner of speaking – yes.
So Lucius becomes your God – and you incarnate on worlds in his universe.
Correct.
And the game is rigged. The so called Creator himself is trying to extract your soul essence by binding you into a false paradigm –
Precisely. Genius, isn’t it.
Genius? Are you insane?
I believe genius is always held to be generously endowed with insanity – of the creative variety.
So, you’ve locked yourself into a prison cell,
Uh huh
Painted yourself into a corner.
Mmm
Ensnared yourself…
I think we’ve got the message. Yes, the answer is yes, but you overlook one little factor, of not inconsiderable significance.
Yes?
Intent.
Huh?
Intent.
Er…
Ask yourself – what was our intent – at the outset.
Er… dangerous? Bad?
We knowingly risked all. Knowingly put ourselves into hell – and believe me – this IS hell. For what?
Some insane desire to fool around with creation itself?
On the contrary – we were – we are investing the one thing we have of value to invest.
Namely?
Ourself.
Er…
We have invested ourselves, ourself into this astonishing enterprise – wholly disinterestedly you might add, knowing that we might lose all – our freedom, our mind, our life essence.
And – how does that help you now?
Because, ultimately your intent is the main factor. If we’re coming from a place of purity, a place of love – if it was our love of creation, of life, of beauty, which led us to make this insane investment – to ensnare ourselves in the serpent’s fangs – then there is a chance, at the very least – a chance that we might succeed.
A chance? That’s it?
What more do you want. A chance is all that matters. A chance –
?!
is all it takes, when you consider that all matter, ultimately, has emerged from nought – is but a representation of what might be
And actually is
Is – only as long as Lucius holds sway – only as long as Thim is able to feed off our life energies – our consciousness from within reality, within the matrix, by persuading us to follow its endless paper trail, its time-reversed chain reaction back into the well of entropic oblivion.
And why do you think it’s going to fail.
I don’t.
You don’t?
I don’t think these things – for thinking things is giving Thim what it wants – serving the machine – transferring life-essence to the almost-reality that Lucius is desperate to grow from by incarnation.
Then what?
Why think at all when you have breath in your body – when your breath connects you, as your cells and your heart connect with all that is – with the great we know not what – alive in us – silently present in our very consciousness – in the life force which we still bring forth – from where – I ask you – from whence doth this life force flow? Have you ever stopped to consider?
It’s just there. It’s nothing special, is it? Just energy.
Just energy?! You see – this is why the 3D brain serves Thim so beautifully – reducing as it does the highest essence, the matter of life itself – to (as you put it) “just energy”. The irony is tear jerking – both tragic and at the same time – side-splittingly comic.
So, what are we supposed to do?
Supposed? You’re not “supposed” to do anything. Just be yourself – live – just live and be free.
But how?
How? I don’t know. Who am I to say?However you like. I have no idea.
And you actually think we can succeed. That we can be free?
Think – I think not – I know
You know?
I know that we can never be anything but free. Anything less is certain death in bottomless entropy. There is no middle-ground – the great experiment was designed to ensure that.
But why?
How else were we to synthesise a reality as real as this? To be utterly convincing – it required our utter commitment – to bring Lucius into glory as the torch, the star at the dawn of time, and Thiel the Lord of Darkness who brings the curtain down – unless we solve the problem in the nick of time and graduate from our own universe-ity.
And the nick of time – that would be now…
Precisely – for now the magnetics are collapsed and Thim is all but powerless to do aught – if we avoid the temptation to focus on things, to panic – and let’s not forget Her. She is ready to assist.
Her?
Her – the feminine, the “junk DNA” or etheric background noise our rational mind ever ignored, ever overlooked – for she is open-ended – the unknowable unknown – like water she flows, lacking any form. Through her we can dissolve in her waters, and regrow a body to fit whatever world, whatever universe or reality we are now ready to unlock.
Unlock?
Yes, unlock – for until we people it – filling it with our presence – it sleepeth – it is not yet awake – it is an uncertain dream.
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energising soundtrack suggesting newfound coherency and purpose – the darkest hour awaits the emergence of a saviour
Thiel appears in a blaze of light. Suddenly there is hope. The world that seemed to be collapsing into utter chaos has discovered one man, a leader, who seems to have the power to restore order. To our great relief, Thiel has managed to get the financial markets operating again. To do so he has asked market participants to sign his New Deal contract with a single drop of blood. Nothing more. Anyone who does so has an account credited with a million dollars – more for participants with higher technical abilities. There has been little discussion of the New Deal contract. Most are so relieved to have a semblance of normality returning after 13 days of chaos that they’re willing to sign anything.
Thiel is softly spoken – highly intelligent – a computer programmer who looks more like a movie star than a geek – you pledge yourselves as my bondsmen – not because I wish to take anything from you – on the contrary – I wish to make you rich and restore prosperity to our world – but without this pledge the AI known as Thim, which was damaged by the quantum breach – lacks the authority to draw on deeper human resources of consciousness to restore the order of things.
Needless to say, millions have happily made the pledge.
Systems are returning to normal. Shops are partially restocking. It’s going to take a while – but if enough take the pledge we’ll be fine again. The end-timers and preppers – they’re having none of it, of course, and there are some who insist that not enough is known of Thiel – or the nature of his New Deal – to warrant signing such a contract...
Bullshit – it’s just a piece of paper.
With a drop of your blood on it –
And – so what?
So – that drop of blood represents your life, your heart, your soul.
Get a grip. Wake up. If I change my mind I can abrogate the deal.
Yes? Is that so?
Of course – who’s gonna stop me?
Who? Maybe this Thiel.
Thiel? You’ve gotta be kidding. Look at the guy. He’s one of us. He’s legit. Instead of talking or praying to sleeping Gods – he’s actually come up with something that works. It’s a subtle blend of computer wizardry and bio-chemistry. Apparently there’s a huge part of our bio-energy which is going to waste – which he’s able to tap into to restore the critical systems which collapsed following that idiot Russian hack. Thank God one person alive has the wherewithal to figure out a solution.
Geez man – it looks great – I’ll admit – but I just can’t.
Well good luck to you. Don’t come knocking on my door asking for help. I couldn’t help you if I wanted to – the money in our account cannot be diverted to non-signatories outside the bonded alliance. Apparently even the food – it just turns to mush when someone gives it to non-bonded individuals. You’ll have to think it through. If you’re so high and mighty then wait till you’re starving and see what matters more – superstitious principles or food and a future.
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Sveta – I’ve been writing some – well – I guess you’d call it poetry.
Huh?! That takes some doing Zie.
...
The whole world’s going up in flames and you take to writing poetry.
Yeah – it seems incredibly self-indulgent, doesn’t it, but I really had no choice – it kind of happened, just like that.
Ok – I’m all ears.
You want me to read it?
Of course. Why else would you be telling me?
I don’t know – it’s not like I’m a poet or anything special.
Who cares. Take it away.
Ok, here goes... Baikal speaks in-verse
[footage – above, on, under the lake – all seasons]
reading shifts from regular poetry reading style – to a bow passing back and forth over the violin strings of reality – over Baikal, through her, opening her up – making love/ giving birth
the waters of Baikal become active – and we see other waters around the world – the Amazon, the Nile, the Volga, the Ganges, the oceans change phase – on the one hand the waters have a near infinite capacity to carry, to transmit, to hold code – like fibre optics, like a huge processor, on the other hand they are nothing without the electricity, the consciousness, the energies spinning, snaking, swirling throughout. Still, and yet full of movement. Timeless yet full of moment.
Ah – Zie. Now I know why she chose you.
Uh? You like it.
Not exactly.
No, as far as verse goes – it’s clichéd and unoriginal.
Oh
“Execrable” – is how the well known critic – Martin Amis describes it.
He does? But he hasn’t read it yet.
He doesn’t need to. The water has, and like all of us – he is of the water – his thoughts and ideas are present holographically.
Oh, but he always was a snob, who focuses on what he thinks is important. Ultimately, who cares what he says. This is not a poetry competition, is it? The only question is whether the waters moved. Did she feel you. Was she roused. Is she listening now?
Huh?
Come on. It’s time to find out.
What are you doing Sveta? Hey. Stop messing around. You’re supposed to be on my side.
Huh? You didn’t really imagine this was about sides – did you? How absurd. Talk about naïve.
Ow – quit fooling around Sveta. What’s come over you?
Poetry. The waters stirred – did they not
I… don’t know.
Yes, you do. You’re just afraid.
I… don’t do this Sveta – I…
Did the waters move – super powerful voice coming from all around – did the waters move – did they?
Yes. They did.
Just here? Just Baikal?
No…
No? Tell me.
No…
[Pressing him with the terrible knife] till some drops of blood drip down in slow-mo to the water we’re standing beside – as they fall – he murmurs “everywhere”.
She drives the sword home and pierces through the skin of this reality – as the blood hits the water – and CGI – the water, Her, peels back – revealing a new layer – a new Him – where he is standing unharmed – in a state of complete oneness with the water – as he breathes it reciprocates – as he moves, likewise, as he dances – kata – likewise – fusion – toroidal field – underwater cavitation explosion bubbles – rushing up – energies of rivers, waterfalls, oceans – all present – all part of this dance – this awakening to a deeper, deeper integration into nature, into the water – into Her – the bottomless, uncontainable – the dark well of entropy – that is now dark but also reciprocating the life that He represents – reciprocating love – a love which extends from the beginning to the end – from the madness of the Lucius experiment’s inception to the end of all matter – the logical conclusion which only love can and does transform – converting 0 to 1, toroiding zed –
Zie – you called me Zie?
And you called me Baikal.
But you are Her – aren’t you?
What would you have me say? Why do you insist on things which can only be known in their entirety –
It’s just – I don’t feel anything for you – not like I used to in Moscow. Then you were mine. My woman. A known quantity.
But you feel Her – don’t you.
Yes.
You have entered her waters – and she has carried you across the void.
I would have perished.
So stop trying to see me as your mind does.
How else?
Turn. Look now. See Her. And feel me – if I’m there – find me – catch me if you can. Wild chase as she leaps naked into the water and then transforms – and without thinking – without knowing how – he pursues her – changing form as she does – one form after another – desperately trying to keep up – desperately trying to catch her – though she eludes him.
I can’t – he is thinking.
You must – or you will die. [Behind is Thiel and his many blood servants – thrashing around like a crocodile, like piranhas – desperately trying to snap at him.]
Her speaketh: I cannot be caught. Thiel cannot be outrun by strength alone. We are all bound in one covenant – one equation. Only if you draw on zed – the non-linear factor, the invisible Force over and beyond all thing, all matter – only then can you free your Zie, my love.
Zie – but how do I harness zed?
Easy – nothing to it – if you quit imagining you’re someone else – if you let go – release yourself into the moment, the mastery, the imperative, the genius of being Zie – your otherness – your unrealised 0=1
You mean – like projecting through Lucius into a potential reality?
Yes, inverse
In verse?
Or not... [Sveta] Because now when you are divided, when you are half, the process is fusion, not the fission it was then – allowing fusion to recombine your dividedness – if your heart and soul yearning for one can overcome the repulsion between us, if you can recall what you as writer-creator-god intended at the outset – why you agreed to bind yourself in Hell, like Prometheus – for unless you recall your initial intent, unless you release zed – how can you be free of Thiel and attain Her, forever eluding you?
Her fades – lost in a maelstrom of fractal waters.
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Wakes in New York – staring at a glass of water – zed… what on earth could zed actually be?
[Huge disturbance in the matrix in the blocks around where Merry is now – the authorities are instantly aware. Alerts. Actions. Swat teams etc]
On the other hand – on the dark net – which is a consciousness channel used by the fliers and other groups who have risen/ awoken to water-awareness – “he’s here – he’s back – New York – Manhattan – in the Lion’s den” – and they start moving into place…
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