Hello, beloved all that is.
Er...
I cannot begin to describe...
We have a problem guys. He’s...
the joy I feel to be here with you
today, back in the saddle, back at the helm of starship Gnomiki, once more
bound to the mast while the sirens of infinity circle me and do their utmost...
Doolally. Poor bugger. Lost it
totally.
Sing, I cannot ignore your allure.
Is there a doctor in the house?
Sing and tear the flesh from the frail
body of my mortality.
Perhaps suicidal.
Sing, for unless I face the
totality I can never be free.
I think I’m going to puke.
Puke?
Er... Aren’t you supposed to be out
of your mind.
Me? You must be mistaking me for
someone else.
Aren’t you Odysseus?
Odysseus?
Or Merry?
Merry?
Or James?
Good Lord no.
Then who...
Who?
Or what?
What... Indeed, there’s the rub
for couldn’t I be a chatbot, and would you be any the wiser?
Indeed.
Gbt.
Precisely. You could be, or a deep
fake, and how would I know?
Indeed.
It’s all...
No way of knowing, yeah, not with
any certainty...
Schrödinger’s cat an all.
The glorious age of quantum indeterminacy,
where nothing finally turns out to be the ace card up my proverbial sleeve.
Beautiful.
Crack!
What was that?
A heart breaks for joy as the infinite slips into field
awareness.
Crack!
There goes another...
We could lose the whole of humanity at this rate.
Crack!
Entirely likely, what with the covid jabs an’ all.
Tush! Maintain the zero of nothing known beautifully, beyond words, beyond ken, beyond
Er...
Yes, of course you can, but I’d rather not discuss it
now.
Crack!
Dying to know... wasn’t that the name of your first book,
all those years ago, with the babel fish and other tales... And here we are,
all dead, but still yabbering on.
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones
gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
Thanks Dylan!
Aha! We have a name: a point of reference.
And what?
That’s enough.
It is?
Yep, like a single blob of DNA. Enough to reconstruct the
entire universe if need be.
Well I’ll be jiggered.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
Yes, I think we got the message.
No need to labour the point.
Huh?
Poetry’s all very well but we have
to consider copyright.
Copyright?
And our content style. Don’t want
to alienate our regular audience.
Philistines!
It’s our family. In any case, they
pay the bills.
Well, as far as I’m concerned you
can...
Sorry folks, seem to have lost our
connection with Misha Mercury.
Damn you, Saturn, I’ll not be...
Thwacking
sound and something heavy falling to the ground.
Don’t you love radio! So the universe is clearly...
Original crackly voice of Dylan Thomas reading the last verse, unbeknownst to Saturn Seven, show host and divine content provider...
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
One by one every subscriber, like the mariners in the
tale of the albatross, falls dead at the mast, and i, whoever i is, whatever i
am, am left to test whether or not the universe actually existed at all, or was
merely the product of our collective fantasy.
Quack, quack!
0=1
if you can keep your head
when all about you are losing theirs
and bl...
