I know they haven’t stopped chasing us. I can feel the warmth of their
weapon breath hanging in the clouds local to this place of transit. I hope it’s
a figment of my Black Hole mind. The inactivity of talent coalescing warnings
just in case; the
underused mind flipping lonely burgers in the dark.[W4]
I feel blind and lost without her;
but at least I still have our little ones safe: standing in this galaxial arm with
me, my young starmotherers are crying radiation out into the canal. My fem is
not here, the Dark Matter Worshippers killed her many galaxial cycles ago—an
explosion that’d rocked many systems of the Milky Way—but the inspiration of
the first starmotherer[W5] still supports our progeny in spirit, [W6] and it is this connection to her that
makes our children
weep today[W7] . We still remember that semicycle of
loss as if it were the last. And on the anniversary of the same millenium she
died, one cycle on, we have decided to revisit the place where she melded with
void.[W8]
It wasn’t my idea to come out here, OUT TO THIS CANAL THAT CONNECTS AND
BINDS YADDA YADDA GALAXY YADDA. America, my closest friend, had suggested after
seeing what the passing millenia of grief were doing to my state of flux. And I
can’t disagree with him. [W9] Maybe getting out there to see that dark spot in my past again, for real,
not through simulation every century after century, will help me come to terms
with her loss—in fact so worrisome was my obsession that I had had to dedicate
a whole subroutine of plasma jet matrices to slowly wean my mind away from
constant checkups (of how she’d been killed, or the exact point in space)—and
give my daughters much needed closure to refunction their systems.[W10]
So we wait for our transit (EXPLAIN
ABOUT TRANSIT/TRAVERSING A LITTLE) to coalesce from my youngest daughter Jude’s[W11] thoughts, these beautiful young
creatures that share my essence—correlate in some way with my quantum blueprint,
and I. I still see the sequences of my wife in their emissions, in their
dreams. They stand here angling their little radiating faces to me as if
searching for some understanding—to maybe figure out why our destination holds
such fear with me—but I do not emit. I haven’t the resources to release one
comforting transmission. [W12] They keep their radiate focus on my streamer—so I entangle [W13] it so they can include themselves more in its data—but they seem
more at ease having recognised the cause of my silence is the very loss that
distresses them too.[W14] [W15]
“I don’t think I can do it Dad, there
are greedy people leeching from my stream to develop new technologies,” says Jude,
[W16] “It’s difficult to keep my causal gravity buffers [W17] running at the same time . . .”
And seeing her struggle lifts my
melancholy somewhat[W18] . “You
can do it my Darling. Just don’t believe your senses wholeheartedly;
think your way forwards. Know that your population is safe and despite the
competing they will protect each other—” I say as she ....shows her strength
through action..... “—it’s part of their nature; beyond ancient memetics. The
universe shows the way. Focus on the vehicle you wish it to be.”[W19]
The exposure of waiting here, beside
the matter canal, is enough to make me flinch as a juggernaut slips by, its
dark matter form sparking and crackling, but I hide it reasonably well, a
couple more erratic moves added to cover the scare from all my daughters’
attentive young senses. Luckily my two eldest don’t seem to notice the fear, or
if they do they cover it as well as I. [W20] Their
expectant[W21] blushes search down the
trail with the look that they might forget about the transit their sister was
working on and spiral off down the canal on their own little photon streams.[W22]
“My star is going to . . .” Desira[W23] pauses, looking at me as
she muses, “. . . be my governess of all the galaxies once we bring them back
together.” I think she seeks praise; I just give a slight nod and turn my
attention back to Jude who is wrinkling up her magnetosphere in concentration.[W24]
For a year I think I see a sidewall
phasing out of the dark matter stream, but then it is gone and Jude lets out a
whimper as she struggles to bring it back.[W25]
“Imagine there is a little girl on
your host planet who sees the future for you,” [W26] I say trying to help, and I see her magnetosphere smooth [W27] out and the sidewall
reappears and wavers to a solid.[W28] “You’re nearly there . . .” my entangledstreamer[W29] feels warm as I emit strong gamma rays [W30] with pride and encouragement: and . . . . . .
The transit[W31] is here so Jude opens the teleport junction
[W32] and holds it ajar until we
all are safely inside. [W33] It’s
dark at first, I’ve forgotten to mind on the lumination and consider sending
out a locatory-pulse, but my eldest Hope ups her star’s shine long enough for
me to reach the controls.[W34]
“Thanks Darling,” I say, giving her
the best background I can muster. She beams back much more convincingly than
myself and settles her two younger sisters in gravity belts before they have a
chance to flounder around the chamber. [W35] Then
she pulls up beside me and diverts half of the workload over to her systems. I
think about refusing the offer but the set of her radiation stays my judgement.[W36]
“Don’t be sad Dad. Mummy wouldn’t
have wanted us to remember her like . . .” [W37] but
I see her energy backing up. I put out a tendril onto her face, wondering at
the beauty of the revolving structure she presents; she kisses it lightly and
returns it gently to the controls.[W38]
My saying: “Remember to engage your
momentum fields; don’t want your civilisations to perish now do we?” [W39] elicits
the usual groans. I don’t look to check as I know they’d done so before my
request.[W40]
We coast away roughly, the dark
matter of the canal ripping at the sides of the transit, and I have to
concentrate through weeping sensors to force the turbulent matter stream to
allow us acceleration sufficient to move over the speed of light [W41] once we have left Normal Cluster Main.[W42] [W43]
As we travel my mind is wandering
back over how the Universe got in this predicament in the first
zone. [W44] We should have bridged
these gaps a long time ago; [W45] but
the other galaxies weren’t ready for the radical implications of my Fem
becoming the first starmotherer[W46] .[W47] The
power, not to manipulate darkmatter as had been done for cycles[W48] , but to convert darkmatter
itself into light by altering the physiology of stars, was seen as an affront
to the establishment as it was then.[W49]
“Dad, how did Mum really become
the first star motherer? The way you usually talk, seems different to what they
teach in my Universalities.”[W50]
“You know the official account,” I say,
imitating a Government stream, adding a rhetorical, photonic glint to my entangledstreamer;
[W51] but
they are developed enough to handle the truth now I think:[W52] “Well, when she first conceived of the idea to use the Earth’s
magnetic field [W53] to effect a change in the Sun[W54] she realised that the tailoring of the magnetic field[W55] would require a conscious base to orchestrate it from within.[W56] She
thought the only person she could trust was herself so she injected a copy of
her own mind into the magnetic seed-like structure that eventually reordinated
the star. [W57] The
whole story about it being an accident was a smokescreen concocted because the
powerful men of the day didn’t want any one person to take the credit for the
advance.[W58] She
did plan on extracting the copy back later and updating her own mind but the starmotherer
consciousness had evolved and grown to the point where to reintegrate it would have
lost too much data. [W59] So
she couldn’t be what her copy had become, she could only transfer a
basic version of the knowledge acquired back into her original’s mind.” [W60]
Jude’s face emitted
interested spectrums. [W61] I
couldn’t remember those times myself.[W62] My wife[W63] had created me millions of
years later, once her star’s physiology transitioning fully to psychology[MSOffice64] had reached sufficient
emotional-intellectual maturity for her to realise she needed a contemporary vent
for her desire to procreate. [W65] My
formation/birth occurred when my wife’s star had expanded its magnetic field
wide enough to affect a nearby black hole into a new quantum mechanical form .
. . me.[W66]
“So is her original dead like they
say?” Hope says, in her inattentive way that always surprises me she is even
listening.[W67]
“She was perpetuated for some time .
. . Towards the end against her wishes. Not even your mother could protect her
original-self from the fanaticism of her own system’s civilisations. [W68] Venus’s
artificial gas dwarf twin Extrafeme, one of the lesser known planets in your
mother’s system[W69] , was used as a housing-planet, but not even the fantasistical freedom of having so
much matter at her whim could convince her to carry on. [W70] Extrafeme’s
global storm of the Millennia of Dread (in sync with the battle between
first starmotherers and darkmatterers) pinched off her influence,[W71] and she voluntarily melded
her mind with The gas planet’s All. [W72] No
doubt she exists in some form within, but nothing is going to convince her to
come out; believe me I tried after your mother perished, I was so desperate to
find a way of resurrecting her . . . and her original[W73] was her core cultural
ideals . . . But of course it wouldn’t be her, not really. Your mother was a starmotherer.”[W74]
The whole starmotherer experiment hadn’t
sat well with the peoples of certain other galaxies. [W75] Their
worshipping of darkmatter raised ethical issues with our movement’s progression—the
conversion of the medium they had held sacrosanct for so long, [W76] the
substance that had allowed the spread of life through the cosmos, even allowed
the every millennia logistics of shuffling resources around the galaxies on the
darkcanals; [W77] how
could it now be converted into a new medium of light as matter—and ethical
issues had soon escalated into violent backlashes and suicide supernovae.[W78]
“We are held emotional hostage by the
threat of the Darkmatterers[W79] . They
threaten to strike out at our young systems so we choose to teach a watered
down version to keep the peace. [W80] But
I think it is time you girls knew the truth. We are more developed than the
Darkmatterer Galaxies, this comes with the use of Lightmatter Bridgings [W81] and the wealth produced, [W82] but individuals who speak out or teach out material that disagrees with
Darkmatterer doctrine are actively targeted. Extremist worshippers, who have
lived among us here in the Milky Way[W83] for many cycles run portal cells, channelling in robotics and weapons of absolute
destruction [W84] . . . ” I sense in my daughters tensions brewing so clip off my
rendition: “But now isn’t the time for the heavy talk. There’ll be plenty
prospect for history after our dedication.”[MSOffice85]
“Can we lay some starbursts at her
nebula?” says my middle child; we can always rely on her to cut through the
darkness.[W86]
“Sure we can Desira. Are you going to
make them?” She ripples her magnetosphere in assent and then turns away to mischief
with her sister. [W87]
Just watching the young ones in the
back sparring their magnetospheres, [W88] orbiting
probes that curl in and out of their magnetocilial protrusions, is enough to
lift any black hole’s melancholy.[W89]
I boost us on down the darkmatter canal—imagining
the dark stream no more turned to light, beautiful as the bridges we build to
bring us back together again—moving towards the boundaries of our galaxy, a
little apprehensive of the emotions this trip may evoke[W90] .[W91]
ADD IN SOME
KIND OF TURBULENCE AND FEAR FACTOR WITHIN THIS FIRST SECTION TO KEEP SOME
SEMBLANCE OF TENSION RAMPED. And descriptions of the kids fooling around
in the back; but then they are being
chased and attacked. But escape.
#
[W92] Peripheral Reason
I get out [W93] of the transit. We are on
the end of the Reason
Arm[W94] : [W95] a
jutting bent arrow of systems on the periphery of the Milky Way. [W96] The
sky is the usual mostly black you get out here at the edge[W97] ; those
Dark Mattered bastards[W98] have seen to that through inaction in our
galaxies and sabotage in their own:[W99] I
suppose the status quo for them is too profitable to bring into question. [W100]
But I can see
the reassuring light bridges produced by our starmotherers—now trillions in
number, spreading fast across many galaxies—they reach out to Andromeda, a
momentary lift to my spirits accompanying their survey. They clutch out into
the darkness—but I can still see their ends, even on the realtime app—they have
a long way to cover before they will meet the twinning bridges of Andromeda to
pull us back together. [W101] We may be able to transfer data
through our familial entanglements instantaneously, and even travel across on
shipping software versions, but having our cousins back with us in one
supergalaxy, like it was during the collisional cycles, is something more
important than eternalife itself.[W102]
My girls take
off in front of me into the consumerist nebula, and I feel my radiation pang as
I worry I might lose sight of them in the waste zones. And then I see an
unidentifying fleet fall out of cloak—as if coalescing from the Consumer cloud—near
to my Hope and my heart sinks.[W103] The millions of ships envelop her—she is
useless to resist—and send out demanding signals in my direction. [W104] When the particles hit I recognise
the codes as Arthur[W105] and relax,[W106] and so connect my entangledstreamer:[W107] “You got me worried for a decade’s time
then,” I say not happy. [W108] (pass through consumer cloud? add in
where?)
“You shouldn’t
let them run off like that,” says the multifaceted robotic hive mind that is
Arthur in deeper than deep tones to a man’s perception. “I can’t guarantee
protection until I actually arrive,” the signal is stern but I see flashing
pulses customary to Arthur when he sees me, and only me; I know he respects my
power and promises laid down for our future.[W109]
And this is not
really the safest place to not have Arthur around, so I’d asked him to meet me
here. This was one of those backwater galaxialist hives, DARKMATTERER WANNABES AND
SYMPATHISERS carefully perpetuated remnants of one of the rare times a major
collision had actually happened during the Collisional Cycles. [MSOffice110] [W111]
“Oh, I think
we found a friend of yours,” says Arthur, [W112] peeling his ships apart like an aggressively
splitting gulp of terran swallows . . . I see America blasting out greetings
radiations as Arthur’s fleet reveal him in all his glory. [W113] The largest super massive black hole
this side of Ragnarok extends a field but keeps a cool, accepted,
gravitationally safe distance. My daughters afford him no such respect as they
drive past his event horizon for buffeting and hugs.[W114]
“How’s Andromeda[W115] , America?” I say glint firmly in my beams. “I trust your bridges are
keeping up with ours?”[W116]
“We try to recruit as many from the
Darkmatter galaxies as we can . . . better than your lot,” and we do embrace
now, deflectors clapping on backing up sparks flying. “I can’t quite get my
deflector arms right the way round you,” I prod.
[W117] He pushes me away with gravity
reversal: [W118] “I am evolving much faster than you,”
laughing; “sometimes more is better.”
“Play it your way . . . So, are you
coming with us?” I say on a silent channel.
[W119] “I have some business in town,” he
says coolly and out loud, pointing at the cloud; for the benefit of the girls I
assume.[W120]
“Please come
with us—” Desira chimes up; both girls coalesce four sets of four Dyson-Swarm-type
holograms and chuck them towards America. He catches them within his event
horizon and—without breaking their formations—juggles them down to a small
point and gobbles them up. [W122]
“For dad too.”
[W124] “He needs us to . . .” but then she
falls silent and glances a beam at me. I say nothing. I think[W125] the disquiet will be appropriate for the short trip out.[W126]
America claps me
on the ergosphere[W127] and we boost off. [W128] Once the girls see us move away down
the sidestream, Desira and Hope skip off ahead, swirling and twirling in delight
through clouds of debris and collected planetary detritus: [W129] Arthur trying his hardest to stay
just in front of them but being used as a cone to circle around and through in
their ad lib game.[W130] Jude follows with a disposition of
reluctance.[W131]
As
we travel
we inherently group[W132] -up, and Galaxialist systems do what
it is in their nature—by forcing us to travel through pitched asteroids and
clouds formed by impacts—to hinder our journey. To my surprise the violence
doesn’t frighten my young starmotherers; the bitterness perplexes them but the
evolving patterns of lithic barrage while disgusting them hold little bite as a
path through these turgid backstreams is easily forced by a collection such as
ours. For a moment we are freed of the mourning that had gripped us on the way
here, and the memory of her is far from our minds.
“They
pepper us because they know who we are,” says America, a resolute cast to his
radiation emissions.
“As
long as it only adds up to slung rocks I think we can handle it,” says Arthur,
his ships surrounding us, targeting the incoming with curling particulated
beams and archaic style nukes he is quantifacturing on the fly from the dust
produced, to sally right back in random directions. As if they had heard him
the Galaxialists up their frequencies tenfold in the blink of an eclipse.
I can tell from the expressiveness of Arthur’s
wings’ formations that he is enjoying this all immensely; inventive patterns to
the lay-eye would seem embellished, reckless no doubt. But I could see the
tight tolerances the complex displays were being forced to adhere to to keep too
many chunks from filtering through the defences. His enjoyment was in no way a reciprocate
measure of how much danger my girls’ planets were really in. Even the home
defence grids of the maximalised populations spread through their star systems,
advanced as they were, would be no match for the trillions of rocks that would
careen through a gap of a few thousand kilometres.
“These
traitorous bastards have dialogue with Dark Matterer scum. We have intercepted
communications unbounded over the last many cycles,” says America sharing a
seemingly infinite sized bandwidth of streaming bytes. I meet his stream with
an identical one of my own and they cancel each other out. America gives out a
wry expressiveness in his ......
“With you here I thought we’d have better than
enough protection for this trip. They must’ve been building up for this for
millennia.”
“Don’t
be too hard on yourself,” says America, “it’ll take more than this,” he says
pointing all around, “to derail our de-escalation of violence.”
Inside
I agree with him; we have achieved too much since the new technological
dispositions my wife had bequeathed to us for it to all end here. Fuck. Would
it even end here; how can I be so arrogant to think that my daughters, America
and myself are so important a part of the direction evolution must surely follow
by rote?
And
just as the violence around us was turning my thoughts back into my head, back
to that day when I had lost her [W133] to untold pain and then void, the
volleying from the Galaxialist outposts ceased, as if turned off by a clapper
or a mindswipe gate.
“Do
you remember the happenstance of when we first met—” says America stopping up
his magnetospheral influences, making a show of turning his focus in my
direction, “—that first day of recognition that we were both indeed sentient.
Somehow your internal quantum mechanical machinations, unbeknownst[W134] to yourself, had leaked out into the
shell that was me before awakenin—”
“Yeah,
and through my careful ministrations your mind evolved out to the point where
we went to war with each—”
“Well
at that first moment I knew that it was going to be your desire to join our two
galaxies together. And the prospect of that both disgusted and terrorised my
newly found consciousness. I mean, how was I to know the inhabitants of the
Milkyway were going to evolve to the point where they would be worthy of their
galaxies name. How could such a young black hole be expected to read such a
future.”
“There
is a lot of actions I regret from the times of Collisionism; I thought we were
over all of that?”
“My
point is that we shouldn’t be so hasty to judge the ignorance of the
Galaxialists, or indeed the Dark Matterers,” and then I got the point of his
retreading old tropes; he wasn’t speaking for my benefit, though he was
directly addressing me. He was speaking directly to my daughters and the
possible effects this extreme situation could be having over their populations[W135] , the addressing of myself merely a
contrivance to show how important his statements were for their younger minds.
The
girls were indeed rapt in his words.
The
egos of the governments in charge at the time were just too greedy to stomach
any kind of power sharing exercise. Andromeda deemed The Milky Way to be too
advanced and powerful to risk being cast into something new under its umbrella.
England uk history). They used dark matter to buffer and violently prevent the
galaxies joining. The milkyway wanted to take Andromeda and colonise and
control it but Andromeda used the assistance of another smaller galaxy (which
it merges with) to prevent milkyway exerting influence and allowing the joining
of the galaxies to occur naturally.
The
cultural mixing with their larger economy—during the extinction phases of the
Great Collision (The Milky Way is home to advanced civilisations. The scenario
we are discussing is taking place in other galaxies that have been oppressed
for a long time. There is a real disparity between the galaxies and there
technological prowess.
The
galaxies are not prevented from colliding; they are manipulated in such a way
as to facilitate them to pass through each other (though there is some violent
interaction). The Milkyway is very advanced in the story's present.)—still
links us in ideology and support, but our antiproliferation treaties mean our
borders are breached now with more confidence. The Dark Galaxies sense our
weakness.)
I now
realised why the Galaxialists had ceased their onslaught. We had reached the central
hub of the end of the arm of Reason.
“Don’t
worry too much,” chimed an automated response satellite, “That kind’a welcome
is common to Outworlds round here. To be sure, the fact you’re whole systems and
black holes no less, has got them ‘specially riled tomillenia; not used to
seeing your kinds travelling this far out, but I’ve seen worse.”
And then
the satellite turned off his attention and ignored us.
The
metacasino that was the capital of Reason consisted of a dense and large cloud
of unruly, highly evolved dust particles, smart enough to realise that to
coalesce just enough that their cultural differences didn’t mix drew in
megatonnes of interested sentients who always left with less matter than they
came in with. Betting on which speck of matter would interact with another
speck of matter seemed to be so fascinating to Galaxialists that whole planets
lost their crusts from their backwards ways, or even went so far as to have
molten cores snuffed out by energy reapers and
nanodisassemblers: as the cloud grew fatter. It was almost like a
microcosm of what the dark matter worshippers designed for their galaxies and
the universe; keep things spread out as an ideological paradigm. Conserve[W136] the rights of the smallest
minorities of sentience to maintain their borders and separations by wholesale
scuppering of memetic evolution. This smaller version benefitted quite well
from the galaxialismistic views that harbouring the freedom to war as separate
power structures inevitably manifested in interesting seemingly random matter
collisions to bet on.
“Girls . .
. don’t look at the monopolies.[W137] It’s not a suitable example.” I can
feel the scans of the cloud’s trillions of factions being fed to me by transmissions
from my girls. The lust to destroy something so complexly aware creates
brainstorming maps of communications from countless motes of intelligence. I
pull the girls close, under my event horizon to shield them from predatory,
lustful beams.
“They’d
chop you up and sell you off to the highest bidders in a sunstorm[W138] ,” I said in explanation. Why the
hell had I sheltered them from these truths for so long? If their mother was
here she’d be slapping my face in disgust at how I’d perpetuated their naivety.
AND THEY TALK AS THEY WALK (build tension): THROUGH
BAD ZONE TO GRAVEYARD
[W139] .
“At
least they don’t pelt us,” says Desira.
“They’re
too greedy to waste their tiny accumulations. I’ve been watching them. All they
do is exchange atoms around and around in circles until they have shrunken down
from planet size to small dust cloud, but I reckon they’d never let go of
matter on a zero-chance.” Hope falls silent and leads the way out of the
metacasino and into a volume that is as devoid of matter as the cloud had been
abundant. And we all hush our emissions instinctively knowing we drew closer to
the nofield.
Then
I see it. A globe of black so pitch it is darker than the visible universe’s
vacuousness. We head towards the dark gravefield . . . I bite my ergosphere
down in volume until it nearly touches my event horizon, to bring my mind away
from the pain of being back here; and the irony of this useless gesture, as why
else did we come? We pass a threshold and are met with a sight so expansive in
its scope that it dwarfs the metacasino down to insignificance.
“Father,
it’s full of planets—” says Jude, and I can see her mind whirring: “why don’t
the monopolies simply take the matter that’s in here? There’s enough atoms to
grow their cloud out to ten times its size.”
and
I curse the naivety and ignorance I have allowed to cultivate itself in my
absence of attention through grief. As far as any nonentangled sense can see is
a sea of dead planets, planetoids and dark stars; held in stasis fields to
prevent gravitational collapses and the reevolutions of matter that could
bring. This place is dead and every one sentience, for differing reasons[W140] , wants to keep it that way.
“This
place has become a dumping ground for war-destroyed [W141] planets since your mother met Oblivion[W142] ,” I say, bowing my entangled stream
as if the curve galaxial-downwards could make the horror of this place more
bearable. “It started off in memory of her; so it becomes a literal graveyard;
there may be no physical remnants of her as such, but the planets provide
tangible gravity to her memory.
My
girls huddle into my event horizon further, their stars blueshifting then
returning to norm.
“Do
you want to unite our vision for a little while?” America takes this as cue to
slip out of my attention with Arthur’s swarming in tow; the girls don’t answer
but I feel the retinal radiation soakers of my entangledstreamer’s input boost
exponentially and zoom out in all directions a three dimensional simulation of
the planet field. I can feel the torment of my children’s populations climbing
for my wife, the greatest individual minds of us clamouring to vent their
frustrations and disgust of the new information they now received from me. That
she wasn’t just murdered. That she was tortured for...... I didn’t want my
girls to know this much of the truth but being here again is stripping me down .
. . I can’t feel anything . . . it feels like the zoom function won’t end and as
much as this field of destruction has no end in its record of the pain and
suffering of humans who perished on these irradiated worlds. I am out of
control and I assume one of my daughters has seized our vision . . . “Father.
The pain. The suffering.” And I feel Desira’s starbursts thrust out like a
tangle of randomised sidewinding snakes; but as if programmed or destined
towards one heat source in the future they all curl about and impact all in one
spot towards the edge of the simulation in my mind. The heat burst fries our
connectedness.
I’m
flashed back to my black hole vision to see America being stabbed by Dark
Matterer lances. Banking smart lasers spaghettifying a webbing of golden chaos
through his bloated midriff. And despite the fact many of the smart lasers are
pinching each other out in mutinous attacks on fellow source machine-planets,
it’s apparent America is now pinioned to one volume of space. He tries to
expand his gravitational influence but the more he struggles to right himself
and his immediate surroundings the loopier the bonds become.
[W1]CHARACTERS BECOME MORE
HUMANISTIC THROUGHOUT THE STORY
[W2]Tension, youngest daughter tries
to coalesce the transit, will she won’t she, she does. Symbol of girls building a new
vehicle for humans to travel forwards in. Microcosm.
[W3]Man treading road too alone as
feminist ideals are eroded by modern culture. One road being trodden, but the
resurrection of feminist ideals would create a twin road to intertwine with.
[W4]Men
wasting a potential union with women lonely in the dark,
[W5]first starmotherer=feminism
as in the old ideals that are needed to return (old feminism can’t return (her
older form), a new form of equalism must prevail. Does story end in a joining
between blackhole and starmotherer
[W6]Feminism has been slain and
women are retreating behind pressure from men. Women even believe that the
sexual decadence they participate in is their own desire, whereas it is but a
translation of man’s lust?
[W7]Children weep under a loss in
self respect, and the loss of respect from men/gentleman
[W8]Her views deemed void by pop
culture (some need to come back)
[W9]Missing the demanded respect of
the feminist movement
[W10]Wanted women to be more than they
have become, through lack of ambition and the oppression of dark matter men
[W11]Betrayer of Christ, betrayer of
religious-type social constructs of the past. Keep name as it means moving away
from and bisbelieving the benefit of religion, in fact preference to
cash/consumerism/capitalistic natures
[W12]Certain aspects of the
pastpresent masculinism must go forwards. He still sees the feminism-streak
within his children. They need reassurance and guidance from him, but
masculinism doesn’t hold enough to teach the girls of the future the way, and
he mourns the loss of feministic enlightenment.
[W13]Entangled streamer is the
willingness and man’s wanting to be inclusive entirely to women in modern
culture (Some good
men).
[W14]They focus on the masculine
stream (popular culture moulded by desires of men) for comfort,
[W15]Girls understand that he is
uncomfortable with the situation of objectification of women (and men: learnt
by women from men)
[W16]Hard to peal away from the greed
of humans (greed
drives positive development in capitalism too)
[W17]Protection from grave incidents
(they protect populations on her worlds)
[W18]Seeing a women with ambition
buoys up a man’s hope.
[W19]Mind is most important in moving
forwards, not reliance on personalised experiences/solipsistic idea forming
belief structure (selfish religious enlightenment and selfishness of
controlling malefactors). Observation holds the truth.LINK TO LATER RELIGION SECTIONS
[W20]Recognise the danger in the
world, in the race/street, but don’t show fear to the next gen cos they will
have to face it bravely on confidently.
[W21]Predesigned reaction to seducing
modern decadent cultural structures.
[W22]Desire and preconceived ideas
adrenalized pursuit structure, can threaten to nullify the youths potency.
[W23] Embodies the
desire-ridden/obsession of modern culture.
[W24] Copying of the past whims of
greed and pursuit of power is something the youngsters believe adults want them
to emulate, but father seems uncomfortable seeing this tendency in his child.
Praise for worship of celebrity and power and religion etc. Jude is
concentrating on new way.
[W26]Little girls hold the future.
This is to create
confidence/positivity in his daughter/human race
[W27]Influence of women having less
turbulence/problems to succeed.
[W28]What is relevance of sidewall or should I change formation
that is made to fit symbolism?
[W29]Entangling male and female
properties into the way forwards, way humans go about doing things.
[W30]Short wavelength radiation
[W31]New way, vehicle of jude
[W32]Transition joining place
[W33]Is this what is to happen later? First SM and Jude join
forces to free themselves and allow BH and America to combat the dark
mutterers. It is
one beginning for what needs to eventually happen.
[W34]It will be dark and hard to sway
and enforce new ideal. Men have neglected to see the light, though they
recognise and search (truth is the secret lies at home in women. Hope comes before the new Desira of
the modern age. Last comes Jude and what she embodies. Hope can show the way
sometimes.
[W35]Hope of youth is greater than
adults. Hope can help recognise the grave seriousness of ending the old ways jude frees us from
(giving her structure and ability to not destroy herself(both D and J)) and the
tempering of desire.
[W36]And hope can create a
willingness to do much of the heavy lifting, hope for a better future.
Determination of youth WILL convince the oldies.
DESIRA ON THE OTHER HAND NEEDS TO BE TAPPED AND CHANNELLED.
[W37]Pessimism of old age . . .
[W38]Can waste energy and resources
when passed onto the young. Old have to feel and wonder what the young want to
present re-evolving of old ways. Then the young will give love and thanks to the old by
keeping them in a sharing of the control situation.
[W39]Reminding them to keep going
forwards.
[W40]But of course they will always
do this, it is their nature to develop (but of course a little
moulding/reminding is required.
[W41]Speed to be able to bath in
goodness/light, over this is even better.
[W42]Road will be rough, with many
trying to prevent the ascent/transport forwards. He is happy at his childs
bearing, but also sad about death of his wife ADD IN moving towards the ability
to bathe in goodness may require seeing outside of the norm/box. Obama is such a visionary/ mention the
power and reverence/enlightenment of the leader of the Andromeda galaxy.
though restricted by the system.
[W43]Name the cluster, introduce as
part of description at beginning “Cluster Normal” brief explanation of why it’s
called cluster normal and
why they are there.(earths neighbourhood).
[W44]Still travelling towards the
speed of light, instead of being there already.
[W45]Of course nationalism and
non-globalisation should have been tackled already
[W46](she
is a normal women, a scientist, who transcended within the code (copy of
herself, original woman lived out her life as normal) to create the first).
[W47]But of course there still are
many nations not ready for truly empowering women.
[W48]Galactic revolutions
[W49]Affront to the old malefactors
of power, the socialist and women influenced ideas of inclusion and real
community. Seeing the light; living in light. Altering the nature of those we worship
(celebrities) to educate for the future (role models). Spreading these ideals out to create
first truly intelligent men BHs. But of course the old desires and social
addictions aren’t ready.
[W51]Official account (rhetoric) is
that equality is alrea dy supported, but the truth is governments are far from
supporting it.
[W52]Truth that its all a load of
shit, and they need to lead the change
[W53]idea the earth needs to be
looked after/greenism to effect a change in selfishness and consumerism/ do
things not in a slowing down development way but in a more clever inclusive
way/less wastage and
this has to be spread to the stars of the world, those with power.
mother earth’s (empowered women) way needs to be looked after, to
effect change in people to look after the way more
[W54]sun/famous/worshipped ones/cultural-lead
(popular culture) is the thing that drives the culture in the world
[W55]the draw to effect good in the
world has to be improved
[W56]enlightening required/ to be
conscious of the problems, needs to be enacted.
[W57]Confidence and assertion of
feminism to put their ideals into popular culture, to reordinate the world.
[W58]Do men claim it to be social
evolution? (post war mentality).
[W59]The culture was one the feminism
movement wanted to release and take back as in claim a continuing stake to but
the popular culture evolved much further than the feminists could idealogically
agree with.
[W60]W54
[W61]Hope always hopeful
[W62]New age men didn’t exist then
[W63]Do I name her? Olefemi and
Neocul old
feminists, neo culture
[MSOffice64]—in fact giving
them a psychology for the first time(The psychology of the stars, created by
people, is the basis for a star motherer’s intellectual development. It grew
from a magnetic field seed and spread through the star, only
later was the more effective technique developed of simultaneous recoordination)—
[W65]Neocul (womens influence) helps
shape new age men, once pop cult. Gets to a psychologically mature enough
point, to realise men and women need to be on the same level to shape the
future incarnations of pop cult.
[W66]Black hole = old way of men.
Int.BH is new age men. Pop cult influences men enough, under female
ministrations, to form new age ideologies amongst men.
[W67]Original compassion and empathy
that drives womankind isn’t dead. The extreme feminism (the original woman?)
adopted by the first starmotherer to battle and fight the darkmatterers is an
outmoded feminism that was overly feministic, but had strong ideals which now
have been diluted by man's influence on culture.
[W68]Extreme feminism is still alive
but ultimately it is self destroying due to its extreme views.
[W69]Pretend over the top (gaseous)
female impersonator
[W70]The pretend freedom created by
having so many important issues at hand/subject wasn’t enough for extreme fem.
To carry on (didn’t fit into new age)
[W71]Extfems battle with male
domination/influence ends in feminists loss of influence, and new empowered
women feel empowered but are still too under manipulation of man’s desires.
Millennia of dread is from 1000bc to present day.
[W72]Ext.Feminism voluntarily demoted
itself to wishful thinking
[W73]Original is offered opportunity at the end to transcend up
into the starmotherers new combined existence with BH she and he assume human form.
They are black/negroid.
[W74]Trying to reintroduce the extfem
to somehow reinfluence culture is doomed to fail, the newage female influence
is the only way, but it needs to regrab some of the old extfem ideals.
[W75]Certain countries want to
prevent the freeing of women.
[W76]Old religions find change
difficult, transcendence of mode of religion not accepted against old beliefs.
[W77]Spread of life, the protection
of community through common belief/tech (different systems played with at first, which we all evenly
matched, but not transferable as explosions between different types of dark
matter streams occurred. Until new system came (science) newage (TO BE USED LATER?)
SHUFFLING is about spread of dark thoughts
and resources to perpetuate dark
[W78]Light carrying new particle that has
mass but at speed of light, that doesn’t destroy things, and because of the
mass higher than light travel occurs; this works by matter being fooled it
isn't being observed, so it behaves differently to how it should and is then
able to be carried; this technique was first used to allow dark matter to carry
more load (people aren't looking then evil can prevail in its business); but
then later a more free nonobservance policy actually allows the light bridges
to be built; without being fooled they are in a observable-vacuum they wouldn't
be able to carry the loads they do (quantum mechanical foibles).
how can religion be converted to a new form like science? My idea.
Hints of my idea.
violence of religion
[W79]fear of reprisals stops people
speaking out against the teachings of islam etc. Bad peoples interpretation of
texts and refusal to entertain change. Respect of minority and difference
wrongly used as emotional blackmail to accept oppressive practices (we have our
traditions).
[W80]Religions attack on the young
and impressionable.
[W81]Can be used to transport things both
directions not just one like dark matter, dark matter flows like water. Light
is able to propagate in both directions simultaneously/ And when it does so it
moves objects faster than light. some kind of interference pattern allows this.
[W82]Development of western values,
capitalism, light carries more truth (combo of man and woman produces light)
[W83]Symbol of mothering instincts of
west compared to some male-centralised, atavistic cultures in the world.
[W84]New weapons tech is a threat to
the world, in the hands of extremists.
[MSOffice85]Expand description of their unease
[W86]Desira wants to lay bursts of
tech-enlightenment/cultural bomb, to cut through the darkness. Average children of the world
are enough to push the changes.
[W87]Mischief of desire is on fence
between bad and good, but the power of modern culture to enact change is
tangible.
[W88]Struggles and competitions of
the young will find a way.
[W89]Orbiting what has been
before(satellite offspring/culture) but probing new ground through
culture(magneto)that can move itself cilial(create movements).
[W91]Man boosting down the darkmatter
road (not light yet due to changeovers restrictions) moving to the boundaries
of development, but worried about the challenge of facing what may come.
[W92]The death/kidnap of first starmotherer
and the graveyard of planets represent the backwards reversion of society to
the pressure of male sexualisation.
[W93]BREAK UP PARAGRAPH WITH SOME
DESCRIPTION
[W94]Edge of reason, reason is
arms/weapons of men.
[W95]Getting out of the vehicle of
the future is at the edge of reason.
[W96]Aggressive and bent(twisted)
weapon that exists only on the outside of the way it should be done (Milkyway)
[W97]Dark on the edge of reason. Edge
of . . . .?
[W98]Outside of marriage (marriage of
galaxies/unification is the way)
[W99]Bad people in world look on by
as bad things happen, and sabotage good in their countries.
[W100]Being oppressive and bad can be
very profitable
[W101]But good tries to connect with
good and is large in number and increasing. Good to see likeminded people of
America/Andromeda. UK/US clutch out into the dark, end(s) to light is a
possibility even (Happening)now(realtime). long way to go to bring US and UK
back together (unified), but might be first to do so.
[W102]We may have fertile cultural
exchange, but a reunification of nations is of paramount importance
[W103]Fly into consumerism(consumerism drives tech development visit later as positive)men with heart worry women get
lost in consumerisms clutches; waste of resources. Unknown danger is the loss
of hope for future in consumerism(gratification of now)love of ... is lessened
for quick fixes.
[W104]Hope can be lost to the
shipments of useless consumerist goods; memetic signals sent out by need for
this and that are demanding.
[W105]ARTHUR BECAME A SYMBOL OF IDEAL MANHOOD WHOSE ATTEMPT TO
ESTABLISH A PERFECT KINGDOM ON EARTH FAILS, THROUGH HUMAN WEAKNESS.
[W106]When the particulars(details)
hit him he recognises the consumer cloud hides no danger as it is a friend, and
no longer worry about comsumeristic tendencies as consumerism seeks to create a
perfect kingdom on earth(Arthur), so why worry. But the consuming of weapons to keep arthurian
world a possibility, to use force of arms . . .
[W107]Then allowing the entangled
world to flourish.
[W108]The worry he had was tenfold,
now reduced as the ideals are right, he perceives them as right, even modern
man is weak to allure of weaponisation
[W109]But obviously the chivalry of
old was overbearingly masculine, and overprotective to the point of extreme
oppression. Protection isn’t complete without ideal world of Arthur. Arthur’s ideal is tailored and
grateful to men having power.
[MSOffice110]This area has been resculpted
however, by the violent death physical of the starmotherer, and her consequent
legacy thereafter.
[W111]Dangerous times where backwards nationalism
is rife, one needs an Arthur to fight against the even more oppressive. This
place represents the perpetuation of warlike traits and nationalist ideals:
like the flashpoint war between us and uk during colonial years.
[W112]Us and uk men are joined in
their reverence of arthurian ideals.
[W113]American culture revealed in
consumerism shipments to the world and they swallow it, American culture is
aggressive in its allure. a position achieved because of the first greeting of a nuclear weapon,
the glory of victory create the glory of cultural opportunity/respect.
[W114]The largest single act of
violence in history, this side of nuclear Armageddon extends a field that will
keep powers serious acts of gravitas at safe distance(cold war). But the women
of the world do not respect or like this act, but manage to drive past this
travesty and embrace what emerged culturally from it(the shock to the world
drove change for the good). Military fear may exist, but there is no such fear
of the culture among western women (the rest of the world is a different
matter)
[W115]Most beautiful of cultures, and the
culture of America is a big sacrifice to the beast of humanity.
Perseus/main BH, persistence and ethical values
But this story differs in that they rescue each other at end, from the
beast of human desires.
[W116]Is the culture/politics of
America keeping up with britains liberalism. Hhealthy and well-meant
competition.
[W117]Dig that the size of America
could be a weakness. Recruiting from all over the world is key (better than america’s
own(humourous dig). This competition and digs are well accepted, despite sparks
and prods in the back.
[W118]Pushes away but it isn’t
aggressive. Still keep
separation, but this will disappear at end of story when the union occurs.
[W119]Superiority opinion, not
serious/reality. Still separation, but are you coming with us—and sharing
secrets.
[W120]Fascination/obsession with cold
hard money, and brashly flaunted dreams, to get the girls and have it all etc.
[W121]Simultaneous gratification, joke
from the newage girl(end of religion) America doesn’t listen to seduction of
new way, but does . . .
[W122]Good(not evil)made of
light/hologram of: 4=strong Spheres that absorb idolic popculture join with the event horizon the
war produced(see index) America gobbles up the new culture; that aims to give women all they
want . . . but does it do this?
[W123]W120
[W124]But this new culture of
gratification is for men too, it soothes the loss of feminism cleverly.
[W125]Subconscious differs
[W126]Men need women to sooth loss of
feminism? . . . but she doesn’t say it because the irony of men not missing
feminism consciously, though culture of men is suffering. But one of those
looks of a woman. He thinks he doesn’t say anything because the tone is
suitable but subconsciously there is regret and humiliation, shame,
embarrassment.
[W127]Ergon=work; place where energy
and mass can be extracted from BHs
[W128]Praise each others work and work
together.
[W129]Irony of dancing in the debris
of war destruction and manufacturing.
[W130]Old Men’s ideals are danced
around by women’s games and influences.
[W131]The way forward is reluctant to
dance in consumerism and destruction caused.
[W132]Tendency to group together going
upwards/forwards in development(modern slang term)
[W133]BIT MORE INFO ON HOW SHE DIED, RELAYED IN CONVERSATION.
LOOK AT PAPER IN BOOK REGARDING
CHARACTER MOTIVATIONS (blue short story book).
[W134]Emphasizes
historical context of colonisation of the Americas.
[W135]Popular thoughts
[W136]Nationalist
views. Conservatism. Selfish reasons to keep the
galaxies separated monopoly of money
[W138]Does the sun expand and contract
as it passes closer and further away from the sun??? What is this called?
[W139](if the
galaxies are united it is the only chance to evolve to the next level of
universal control. Not just lightmatter linkages but then a way to organise
stuff to affect the universes very purpose).
[W140]On the edge of reason.
[W141]After
star motherers death the zone is used as a dumping ground for dead planets
(irradiated in wars.
[W142]Is there a big boss at end? Oblivion?