Temporal Cross Currents

By Garrison Clifford Gibson

A Martian philosopher, Patrick Voevoda, encounters evil embodied in aliens and humans alike. An event horizon of concentrated wickedness engulfs the will to power promoting non-objectivity for all the wrong reasons. The recurrent cycle of human and alien behavior morphs through unphilosophical evolution into a variety of broken forms across this Universes and Universes-for-others.

Voevoda and friends search for deeper meaning in truth directed evolution spiritually, Jesus Christ and God overcoming the chaos of conflict and philosophical enigmas of quantum physical cosmology.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9781105932151

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Temporal Cross Currents

Temporal Cross Currents

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Temporal Cross Currents ©2012 Garrison Clifford Gibson

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I.S.B.N. 978-1-105-93215-1

Acknowledgment

Thanks to N.A.S.A. and the Hubble Heritage for select images

Temporal Cross Currents

Worlds set with troubles

given unto created beings with things

like clouds and rain, dreams and plains

rumbling, crumbling across the first person narrative of experience

amidst buildings and ossified constructions

dumped upon nature's destruction

that too few understand

with galactic lenses of several dimensions

shaping gravity's paradox

that it works at the speed of light as if it were massless

like a photon following curved space-time

through four dimensions held together a little

As a field with variegated contents of probability entanglements

Universe (1) is a net without a cause

for plausibility enough waterfalls flow

somewhere with time this place one knows

given a few of infinite dimensions

restricted to hues of mathematical uncertainties changing

forms of orbital selections

viewed from Earth

The scene in what seemed like a science fiction book named Mbugdweeb's Book of Bodies has content morphing into a book with pages powered by photon absorption charging transparent, flexible pages that display bodies, cost and transport data of a menagerie of life forms.

The book's pages are a programmable artifact I found down by the dry watering hole. Long ago saltwater was pumped into an uphill aquifer exfiltrating the salt out flowing downhill through the ground to make sweet water. That source was long dry. There were plenty of photons though.

Some visitor left the hyperbook here where it's been gathering dust and partially buried. The page was marked at a creature called Saytrap. One must never judge a book by its programmable cover. It's the content that counts.

Outer bands of hot, planet-girdling winds scorching forsaken parched scablands brought no relief from relentless desiccation. My weight was dropping as I waited for the appearance of the crucible. A human sweats four gallons of water a day at 130-degree Fahrenheit given mild exercise and I hadn't brought that much water to replace the lost. Waiting in the shadow of a busted obelisk carved with encrypted prime number sequences plotting zeros along a critical line of an alien zeta function. A field equation G = (8πG/c4)T adorned the base. The Einstein tensor describes the curvature of space. I think it’s the statistical entanglement of quanta in mass that makes spacetime appear to curve; that is it is like Newton's gravitational equations an analogy describing an appearance rather than the actual causal essence of gravity. For a solution to that mystery there is a great distance yet to travel.

I thought about the 4-dimensional edges of the Earth and its interties with quantum uncertainty entangled probability waves. Living on non-Riemanian geometric solids consolidated by gravity it is the distraction of experience of existence generally that makes of relativistic space-time curves within curves.

The center of the Universe is anywhere one happens to be- it's an equal opportunity paradigm for relativistic space-time encompassed by nowhere, nowhere in Thomas Moore's sense of the word meaning Utopia. An empty space where things such as phenomenal mass, energy and city streets paved with gold sets me to wonder why humankind so often pursues power blind to the infinite range of potential values beside political oppression and owning of surplus deterministic structures.

We'd surveyed several elliptical galaxies in the effort to quantity life forms and found that space-time structures in four dimensions comprise aggregate concentration with gravity absent of designer structuring of rows, edges and crenellated space-time. That wasn't the case with extra dimensions present. Evidence exists anecdotally of extra-dimensional hyper-black holes that warp space in fewer or greater dimensions than those of the common Universe (1). Those hyper-black holes could be made to extrude into and reshape the space-time sections of Universe (1) anomolously.

Nowhere is everywhere beyond the boundaries of experience. If the nomos-the lawful extent of creation is some place stitched together in an autonomous governing of social reason, a theonymous transcendence toward the unconditional unity of being as a phenomenality is an immanent awareness anyone might realize.

The power of planetary reconstruction pales in significance in comparison to the juxtaposition of space-time parsecs without clearly defined boundaries. Reconstructing ecospheres are all I can work on meaningfully though beside matters of spirit-for-itself. I downloaded through a rent in space-time away the barren planet.

For seemingly endless time northern lights reached the upper atmosphere like spirit moving to warm mystic night. A transcending shade of darkness moved over the Earth with an increase of political gravity drawing more toward it for many years. What timeless factor descended upon so many in so many different worlds to form an evil desire for political and economic power?

Yermak, an irrepressible Cossack, was riding ahead of a horde of promyshlenikki. The thundering hooves of unshod war-horses brought them through a shallow packed snow dusting the Urals. Yermak surged inevitably forward executing the will to power the leading Stroganovs conveyed to drive a wedge in the tide of Mongol invasion with a rolling stonewall engagement.

The riders left an ostrog farthest east of the Stroganovs before dawn several days ago. The warriors believed in error they would meet with me to get intelligence packaged by John Dee relating to Prester John. I would soon book out of here to keep an appointment in another pressing space and time. They would find their enemy without direction from me.

I felt the slippage of space-time while Yermak's host pounded tremors through the frozen rodina heralding the closing distance. The hot wind of the outer bands flowed ceaselessly in memory to a pointless destiny.

The Earth is a world epicenter of dreams in the middle of nowhere at the center of attention of God amidst his other concerns. Scientific labor for countless generations acquired data seldom used well by human society. The eradication of other species and the wars for control of the environment destroyed the prospects for the survival of human life on Earth in-itself. From the Earth there was nowhere to run even with a too slow in developing space program that might have delivered some remnants to other star systems.

Even so the deeper nature of reality was multi-dimensional and relativistic. Though the apocalypse foretold in the Bible for Earth was the logical destiny of mankind knowing the ways of man, the kingdom of God is within oneself and the Lord freely indwells the elect with His Holy Spirit. The expansion and contraction of time and space are irregular yet of the temporal realm.

In overlapping destinies of experience and possibility of sentient beings, distal regions of the creation and the many mansions of God emanating myriad contiguous and discontinuous Universes perhaps in His imagination philosophically minded individuals and some space-travelers ought to find some measuring yardstick of consistent order for providing universal co-ordinates to everything. No luck so far.

Zero-dimensional membrane precursors of the expansion of this Universe become zero-point wave lines into strings and loops and particles eventually methodically engaging expanding dimensions in classes in accord with a protocol of divine destiny. In theory nothing smaller could have arisen than the zero-dimension branes, even as intuition inferred that an ordered protocol predestined coalescence and transformation.

Paul Ehrenfrest, a friend of Einstein's discerned that the Universe structured with mass and energy in atomic structure could exist coherently only in three dimensions of space and one of time, yet it is not necessary that only three spatial dimensions exist nor that the particle-wave structure of this Universe be the sole form that any universe might take.

If there are an infinite number of dimensions possible, and there would seem to be no logical reason why an infinite number of dimensions could not exist any more than that there should be some necessary delimiting factor making all infinite things impossible and just finite series existent, mass or energy potential in the fundamental form may relate in unknown ways and in uncertain configuration to the prevalent energy-mass structures of this Universe such as a Higgs field.

This Universe (1) is a semblance of God’s will providing mystery for endless philosophical questions of what and why it is as it is.

Zero dimension membranes entangled with uncertainty and in other virtual universes blessed temporality. This I knew, the phenomena of life and love was given to be and become on its own in a new for-itself like a new Universe. Death from temporality can seems agonizing though encountered as something needful within the mechanics of this world that I can not surpass nor become the origin of.

Sometimes an extra copy of the galaxy seems to shadow this one without regard to energy fields required to make it appear. Then again it seems an abstract fiction best forgotten about, yet it's difficult to keep in mind spatio-temporal coordinates between two identical galaxies diverging only with probabilities for communicating ideas. One can run into a blank wall.

Martian homeland deserts share ecospheric domain with new moisture secured beneath an impermeable membrane. Beyond the computer-designed artificial human genomic creations and the Scylla of a Hells Gate the Savior transcended temporal paradigms. Still I sought to comprehend the power of love and the consequences of its betrayal to mass consumerism in the temporal order.

Space-time reality in coherent blocks has a way of becoming detached and regarded as the past or future. Juxtapositions of existence and meaning allow journeys through a wilderness of realities that should avoid collisions and conflicts with other universes and sections of universes in order to progress through temporal, phenomenal evolutions.

Knowledge of the external world is filtered by implicit structures of human cognition then pieced together with reason. Intuition. Inference can help reconstruction well.

Emotion is an infinitely demanding experience, an inner space that gives way as might absolute space envelope a plank resting upon a field of unreality on the surface of absolute nothingness with darkness enveloping above and below. Emotion like dreaming can shed the peripheral consciousness of rational context forming possibilities anew for interpretation of sense data.

In order to keep some light in the darkness I won't touch on emotion more than marginally. What can I say about emotion now anyway at this point in history? It was known by the end of the 20th century that the carrying capacity of human population on the Earth in a fossil fuel and sprawl-zoning based auto culture economic structure was just one billion souls. The population crash renormalized the planet down to that level in chaos.

If evolution theory had developed a few hundred years before or after scientific progress brought human recombinant genome engineering to Earth perhaps the anarchic, existentialist amoral mass ethics could have been avoided and the deformation of the human genome could have been circumscribed-we shall never know.

At the pinnacle of our engagement in defensive war-ops against the corrupt forces of the stand-ins of Warp Prissy, Evdolp Stella brought a synthetic transcript of events from the Dynatron to the Mars Council.

An infinite series of cosmological paradigms exist culminating in realization of The One. Like math theories, with a Ptolemaic, Copernican, Keplerian, Newtonian, Einstinian, Lemaitrian, Guthic, al Razist or Turokian  there is no finite end to discovery of paradigmata suggesting increasing transcendence

For the advancing detached civilization consuming the Universe (1) inputting order and excreting entropy displacing its life foundation is a basic function. Alternatively minimal disturbance of evolving biota with sparely located, optimally placed human habitations should receive priority. Enlightened sentients regard conservation of all life to be of the highest value second only to faith in God.

A voice from a metallic shard of quantum dot other-memories excavated from an asteroid impact site in the Dynatron broke the silence of the orange room on the hill.

"The Indus Civilization preceded the Mesopotamian by 200 years more or less. By 2300 B.C. Aryan warriors from what today is the city of Heart in S.W. Afghanistan invaded India via the Khyber Pass to create a syncretism with Indian theology. They promulgated a caste system lasting six millennia so far.

The Aryan invasion followed by 8000 years the annihilation of native European languages by an Indo-European language family from the Ukraine. A Mycenaean Culture was formed in upper Greece by invasion of people perhaps from the Balkans into the extreme outposts of the Minoan civilization. Arnold Toynbee theorized that the warriors had followed up their early conquests proceeding through Greece to sack and destroy Knossos and the center of Minoan Civilization on the isle of Crete remaining after the cataclysmic eruption of the volcanic island of Thera.

Bored with victory, they sailed to invade Canaan and attack Egypt eventually. Most of the Jews at the time were held in bondage in Egypt. The attack by one of the sea peoples, the ones that became known as Philistines, prompted Pharaoh circa 1500 B.C. to let the Jews go. Keeping an internal proletariat in slavery while external assaults occurred might have required too much military power. God it is written in the Old Testament, also motivated Pharaoh to emancipate the Jews.

The Philistines were defeated by Pharaoh and fled to the Gaza soon meeting the Jews returning from forty years of wandering in the desert. The Jews defeated the Philistines too. A David slung a stone at a giant named Goliath.

The terrorist Yassir Arafat resembled the Beatle Ringo Starr; coincidence, or evidence of a shared ethno-history from the Balkans somewhere in the distant past about the start of the 2nd millennium B.C.?

The Aryans that Adolph Hitler formed his misguided ideal ethnic ideals upon never in fact existed. Of the original thousands of European languages Basque is the only one remaining that predates the Indo-European language group. Scandinavia was mostly unpopulated in the 4th millennium B.C. Arian, the historian of Alexander the Great from the 3rd century A.D., mentioned a great migration of peoples east and west in the distant past It is believed he was referring to the Aryan volkerwanderrung that reached India in 2300 B.C. and an opposite migration west. The original Aryans may have been a Persian people.

Alexandria Adrian, a city founded at the ancient center of the Aryan nation, was located in the region of what later called Afghanistan. Aryan ethnic history is a subject for the second part of this talk. For now let me say that Germanic peoples took over from Celtic peoples in dominating Europe before the rise of the Roman Empire. Celtic swords of steel had provided a sharper edge for a time than continental rivals.

Most of the languages of Europe were destroyed as early as 7000 to 10,000 B.C. and replaced by a group of languages that entered Europe perhaps through Turkey. The ancient Aryan Culture that still survived in 2400 B.C. was in the midst of a heavily traveled crossroads of the ancient world. It was between two founding civilizations: India and Mesopotamia and within travel distance of the Shang civilization in China.

It is difficult to posit that the Aryan people had notable characteristics like the Celts and Germans of the European lowlands or distant Slavs in the northern forest. Some believed the Earth would end on October 11th 2011 and perhaps it did; people may have been judged and already sent on the descent into hell-mmm or on the ascent to heaven as if in a dream."

Movin Saytrap loved his job. As a Global Corporate extortionist/analyst/enforcer he beat the stuffings out of non-rationalists defined by corporate criteria. Those people that disagree with the coherence network of Corporate Use-Truth were disposable shelved items beyond expiration date. Native trash disposal was big business in Corportopia. Molecular ossuary seeps were full of bones processing into ethereal suburbias beyond.

He took a few corporate use-truth bits from a box and looked the neuro-mem letters on it before munching some to move his mind closer to Corporate truth.

A news field snapped and crackled with hypertext ion letters written in a temporary transparent thin field. Saytrap, called Big by his acquaintances, glanced at a headline news story about Drone's Day history.

The global Corporate holiday of an hour at front-leaning rest generously compensated sterilized loyal workers for the termination of Mother and Father’s day from the drone calendar and was a concession to a swag bag of lazy and undeserving wretches allowed to serve Corporate at thievishly exorbitant wages of fifteen cents a day.

A News Video droned a pop hit ‘Mussolini’s Moment’ with a touch to a vapor paragraph…"Against individualism, the fascist conception is for the Corporation, and it is for the individual in so far as he coincides with the Corporation.

Corporation is for liberty; the liberty that can be a real thing, the Liberty of the Corporation and of the drone serving the Corporation".

Movin's eyes moistened and a costly pure drop of precious bodily fluid escaped uselessly down his face as he reflected upon the sacrifice Corporate made in working the drones. The music was performed without drums that were known to agitate vestigial procreative tendencies suppressed by omnipresent Corporate media governing authority. Malnutrition carefully administered blimped drone bodies with fat, carbohydrates, artificial sugar and drugs.

Saytrap happily hummed ‘Mussolini’s Moment’. Since his commission in Boot Hill Battalion, First Company the Corporate hymn became second nature.

Limited self-awareness is an attribute of lower forms of mind. It is lucky that little spiders, ants and the myriad insect life haven’t consciousness; theirs is a world quite merciless in nature. Consuming life and being consumed is their way of existing.

An ethics, a morality, an ability to think about life and death or one’s self as a part of nature would present a knowledge of evil and horror in lower forms of life without the ability to abstract and detach its cultural experience that would be too much to bear. Even organisms such as mammals with carnivorous characters would experience much self-awareness or philosophical thought as very painful. The lion would be aware of his mean, nasty predations and tasteless existence.

Only mankind has achieved the level of consciousness with reflective self-awareness leading into inquiries about the nature of mind, ethics and social morality. Pitiful blinders have placed corrupting false explorations into the social moral sphere to conceal moral savagery and vestigial predatory natures or practices coldly organismic even as herd members acting en masse that would seem morally evil if recognized for what they are.

The moral structure and social self-awareness of humanity in the 3rd millennium occasionally sought to become reconciled to provisioning of the organismic requirements of all in a just and non-predatory way, though the war to eliminate predation upon life and the environment through a conservative approach to using the minimum of harm as a normative value failed to make a substantial advance.

Humanity opted to eliminate moral considerations of other than human life forms from political philosophy in an accelerating process to dehumanize humanity itself. Consumption became the ultimate good for-itself with a Global Corporate oligarchic power de jure. Big Saytrap consumed with the true belief from Young Executive doctrine. Morality was for the weak minded and simply stupid he often thought unless it merged in fortune-pabla aphorisms from Chairman Taomao. Big tossed a half-eaten turkey leg into the pit below his pedestal airchair.

He was sickened by the surreal orange sunrise over Riva Ridge and felt the rising pulse to flow to the Zipclone Ranch to ride with Mustang Suzi. Why couldn’t the Reich’s General Von Stenger have anticipated the American Army’s 10th Mountain Division with clever Bob Dole would climb what should have been unreachable heights in the night through minefields, concertina wire, snow, rock and mud up to force a sustained battle for liberating the Po Valley and the way through Alps to stab a dagger in the heart of darkness?

Saytrap picked his nose with detachment thinking, ‘The Reich was friendlier to business. The Fuhrer mentored the drones-in-charge. If only they’d expedited victory where would Corporate be now?’

Suzi liked here extended wear Xenohuman™ appliances. She had perfect brown skin and egotopic chest melons with a netlink awaiting deposit. Zipclone supplied clients to her with high potential for termination. Suzi was the only quasi-human in Italy that could dupe Saytrap.

Food, sex and power are the ultimate good for an organism Big considered. It was heady, exhilarating and dangerous philosophic thought content for an enforcer one grade above drone-unit to have. His ratiocination should have had a zero intellectual content flat-line especially in the philosophic thought wavelength/synapse centers.

Monitors could eventually notice the change in brain activity, and perhaps AI would order his termination. Saytrap left the villa and Meisner-effect levitation flowed up the Valley fields toward Zipclone. Consumers must consume.

Mustang Suzi was specially designed. A breed of Global Corporate politically correct sex machines with enhanced corporate servo-logic 1010 ambitions to act to rule the world. She preferred immersion in a hyper-sensory nutrient pleasure tank to the emptiness and cold of atmosphere. A bit of a streak of laziness had somehow merged into her design, she enjoyed plug in vulva receiver with mechi-dick drives yet the contributions of still capable natural-dick males to pleasure required her to climb out of the liquid and into the role of a Zipclone operator.

Zipclone females formed a continuing coop in the executive suites of The Ranch utilizing share-wear and ad hoc think tanks of pleasure to attract volunteers for brainstorming new marketing strategies. The Ranch kept some aspects of the Monastery structurally, that it had been a century before.

Suzi was a top corporate ad feminem argument for victory, one man at a time. Movin Saytrap slithered over the plains charged particle field effortlessly repulsed a meter into the sky with the photon collecting monopole fabric he wore.

"They discovered a first century bone box in Jerusalem that had the words ‘James, son of Joseph, brother of Jesus’ inscribed on a side, in Aramaic language of course" Ebenezer said, carefully adjusting the focus of a tracking sight.

Of course Atargatis Brahe agreed.

"The odds of it belonging to someone other than the brother of Jesus Christ were deduced from various factual data to be less than five hundredths of one percent minus orders of magnitude because only one other ossuary box ever found had the name of a brother of the deceased written on it as well as the father.

The Israeli Ministry of National Infrastructures examined the box and found nothing to distract from its authenticity. Scanning Electron microscope, Electron Dispersion Spectrometer, chalks verified to be from the Menuhu formation of the Mount Scopus Group.

It seemed solid scientific evidence of the existence of the brother of Jesus the Messiah. Even the letters are of a kind used in the last decades preceding the destruction of Jerusalem by the Roman Army in 70 AD. Belatedly an Israeli Government authority released a report that the patina that guaranteed the integrity of the carving had been disturbed. Perhaps the inscribing was of a post-period origin; a forgery then or the real thing?

This Saytrap fellow has had too many reflective ideas lately. That potentially could deleteriously contaminate our drones. We can’t allow the drones or terminator shepherds to get philosophical tendencies and religion. The Savior of Lost Souls. It’s bad for business.

Saytrap’s path leads across the Valley to Mustang Suzi each day. The prey will appear on schedule." Ebenezer's vocal fry imbued his voice with implicit world-weary pathos.

Exactly Ebenezer, that’s just what I was thinking Atargis fist-pumped.

Ebenezer grunted, then gently squeezed the trigger on the Mark Welk 4 electronic rifle.

Two miles away on the plain a small red entry wound blossomed into a red vapor cloud exit wound detaching solid meat from the target. The bullet in completing its transverse intra-chest journey exited lower than it had entered hitting at last the ground, as did Saytrap. With his heart obliterated the fine monopole photon collecting energy suit detected no intrinsic sparks of life in it's wearer and switched off to conserve power.

Good shot Ebby, it's a trophy!

"We’re beyond good and evil, Atargis. Scientific pluralism means morality is subject to my definition. What is right for Global Corporate is right, nothing wrong with that.

The drone ethos is an inferior moral structure. Tested in the democratic melting pot of pluralism with competition it fails. Yek collective dictatorship works...voila. Let’s collect Saytrap while he’s still warm and best for a tax-a-derm squad." Ebenezer said before kicking their levicle into motion.

Yes, of course my fuehrer! Tell me, do you think of me as a woman of mass destruction? Atargis gratuitously slathered.

The exit wound left a gaping hole with part of two ribs exploded out and shards of flesh splattered with entrails littering the 'scape. Saytrap’s slithering sojourn to Mustang Suzi ended abruptly enough to progenitize minor social discontinuity effects. In the midst of the Valley he seemed from afar a lazy shirker unconcerned about righteous tasking lying indignantly upon the meadow grass.

Dig it a shallow grave Atargis, he won’t qualify for trophy class after all directed Ebenezer.

Tossing aside her clothing and flinging herself energetically into the task with an entrenching tool/field chair she had a seven-foot by four by three grave hole dug into the rich dark soil in no time. The sun reaching higher into it’s azure vault basked her leg and arm muscles with warmth and a glistening sheen emerged upon her sweaty nakedness.

Atargis then drug the corpse of Movin Saytrap into the hole by the boots. The head dropped finally into place with a fair crack bouncing on the dirt. She walked over the late Saytrap stepping on his face to up and out. With recovery of her attire she holocaust a small last rite, then began the malodorous task of filling in the grave. It left a new scar on the gentle valley landscape. Ebenezer produced a bottled of chilled Corporate mint julep for his relief.

Every action in the Universe must have a preceding action or cause sufficient to continue and create the new action. The Universe itself is thought to have originated by some physical theorists as a cluster of dimensions coinciding from what appears to us to be a point in time perhaps fifteen billion years ago.

The rising of the Universe (1) might be likened unto a rising wind of which no one can be certain of the specific original source though many theories might be consistent with the consequent. Faith in the Creator- perhaps direct faith without necessity of a concise cosmological account of the physical and technical methods involved, that could encounter etiology difficulties with God as non-contingent Being at some point anyway, may obviate the need for temporal, non-Biblical structural explanations.

In its primary phase of arrival in full strength at a particular place it has simply become a fact. Stars born in formative coalescent clusters when clouds of particles condense in gravity fields or when galaxies collide may give rise to quasars or large galactic objects producing more light than thousands of suns.

Star formation has a higher order analogue in black hole formation.

The gravitational power that brings micro-particle clouds to a point of forming a fusion of condensed mass also draws stars together to form a Mitchellian dark star of mass/gravity so intense that it can't emit radiation except for Hawking radiation produced with quantum uncertainty effects leaking through the event horizon.

Within the event horizon space-time does not exist, it is limited to the sphere of the dark star increases commensurately. The Alien 2135 is the sole oneness of mortals certain of the topology of quantum categories of black holes.

The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle provides that one may infer indeterminate or free events and will to exist. Electrons in quantum levels have an exclusion principle too letting just so many occupy orbits around a given variety of nucleus. A speed of light electron orbit is something like a looping sinusoidal wave. It is deterministic in select role location and speed characteristics. Knowledge of its speed or position may be uncertain and it is that epistemological boundary forming a semblance of free will.

The complexity of neural networks lets epistemological uncertainty exist within a bio-chemical construction determined in part by conscious and subconscious free will. Computer circuits logically are entirely deterministic to the contrary. Recursive knowledge about knowledge is one of the central paradoxes of intelligent thought that finds synergetic expression in structures of quantum mechanics.

Virtual particles may create themselves from nothing without prior cause in the Universe (1). Yet a recursion of inter-Universal, inter-dimensional causality seemingly must exist--Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason and the laws of physics make it seem so.

In the 18th century Immanuel Kant was a busy philosopher. He also speculated that the nebulae astronomers observed through telescopes were Island Universes.

The Alpha planet of the Plastic system 165 million light years from Earth is a micro-Dyson Sphere object with a liquid center and a constant core ball-fusion central heating source to maintain a comfortable human climate temperature range. The Plastic dimension structure is at the inner edge of the galactic habitation zone of galaxy NGC 4650 in the constellation Centaurus. A pair of interwoven galaxies replete with heavy aggregations of exceedingly bright objects emitting intense radiation as stellar matter is broken-up and drawn toward zero-emission gravitational event horizons.

They are local home lights in 2135’s wanderings.

Zil must have a test subject.

From the usual source?

No, from Earth this time.

It’s no problem Boss. Everything’s looking up.

Movin Saytrap’s last thoughts were of Mustang Suzi’s soft brown, wet skin. She often waited in a sensory dip tank. His mind seemed jolted out of body by an insult to his chest. The heat was gone and he would have had pain if it were possible to feel it. His body lay bent in the grass. Suzy faded, then a stranger named Atargis pulled him by the heels into a grave and stepped on his face.

Shovel fulls of dark moist dirt he couldn’t feel were flying through the sky and closed his vision. A blanket of the Earth piled to cover his corpse against the vicissitudes of the mortal coil.

That’s the one I want Mbugdweeb

A dead Saytrapper?

Yek, a Cain and Able; bright potential in rebuild. Physically robust and amoral. If the Corporation hadn’t terminated drone reflective thought capability, he might have developed a mid-level moral pattern.

When the body dies the spirit pattern detaches from the superstring branes that comprised its physical form. The spirit itself was of course beyond 2135’s capacity to capture yet the configuration of the Saytrap body superstring/loop mass-energy could be sketched. Mdugdweeb snared last life Saytrap data through an extra-dimensional ground control field between Riva Ridge and Mt. Belvedere.

Sometimes reanimated human patterns seem to have a spirit. 2135 couldn’t really know if they did. Superstrings were thought to be reliant on Spirit for substance, yet the relationship is entirely opaque. Scientific inference may theorize about the uncertainty and true nature of things. Spirit is of a different nature than contingent fabrications in the usual dimensions. Perhaps Bishop Berkley described it best.

2135’s Three Heavens Corporation did its trade in just two; that of the sky and of Universal space-time. The remaining heaven is the one requiring entry assistance by God. Laissez-faire in the non-locality of quantum cosmology requires a self-center for probability functions. One might be at some place some time yet one could not know with complete certainty where and when all life space-time appearances would be in advance.

A priori knowledge of macro-clumps of space-time mass energy seem the most probable things that humanity can predict, simply because their time duration is so enormous, or because their energy structures are so contingent on refueling. Stars, Galaxies and even short-lived mortal beings are predictable more for their time limitations than for their space locations.

Space of the Universe (1) is hypothesized with various configurations of time-limited content, yet a rational intuition is that space of however many dimensions is absolutely unbounded at many points, and that dimensional strictures are energy structures too that delimit the sort of material attached to them. 2135 brought things sentients want to them in trade for noninterference guarantees in his personal world-lines of travel.

I got Movin’s field statistics Boss. Look at the thought contents; a substantial percent is carnal or charnel; a fricative primitive. Will you send the rehymn to monk classes?

Unneeded, M’Bu, hymn must nav a complete rebuild. The personality mind/brain material structure must be proto-tweaked. More and effective IQ memories appropriate to this side; nothing Earthy and only dim Milky Way recall. It will be implanted with the toroid galactic name of Dynatron Galaxy Structure at a forth magnitude of recollection."

M’bugdweed though adept at keying orders into a molecular transition through six fingers of his right hand kept a grip upon the onyx ornamented field disrupter club half as tall as his short, thick, muscular body. He had downloaded Saytrap through Y'Earth Italian home world inter-space-time. Distant points merged at predestined locations in a costly procedure passed onto the client.

This is no trophy Boss.

Call Movin and reassemble him at Zuel Falahian ordered 2135.

Movin Saytrap was reassembled from the brown-dirt of a ponens plantation terrace on the east slope of the Zuel Falahian Massif. Interpolated N-dimensional design instructions extracted enough particle loops from local energy to form the tall strong adult new borne.

Entropy lost information and data from coherent assemblies. Shelved life form data for whole sentient beings is complex enough that inherent storage volatility produces indeterminate information content structure. Patterns are altered and information lost. particle loops virtually disappear. 2135’s client quantitatively eased space-time units for a copy or actual original robust sentient syntegrated with physical Universe (1).

Life forms for plastic dimension structure projects experience a double portion of stress from a number of cheap resources. Amidst a concatenation of synthetic physical structures discovering sentients that feel comfortable in environmental synthesis helped to make the constructions of reality have as high a quality of realism as possible. The sentients therefore need be of high quality in-themselves, though some prefer that for-themselves not exist at all. The attrition rate for sentient transfer to the projects is high.

Movin, lying in a cool, sandy sensation placed his hand to his head. What can this be, this place so dark and deep lets me think I have many miles to go before I sleep. Strange dark place, so cool and wet yet so very oddened the silences set. My brain feels like a savored cluster of sharp pains tined. Modulated by stress is an enigma of signs. Sound winds light rushing through trees or wires toward unknown vistas and rarified spires. My eyes are closed. To open my eyes

I bought you at a price Mr. Saytrap. A steep price for a civilization with use for sentients such as you are. I presume that I may call you Movin? Yoqleam Prace asked rhetorically.

Movin opened his eyes and felt photons reflected from a blue gas giant planet above the horizon reach his retinas. My name is Movin and Saytrap? He realized his nakedness and sat up.

Yoqleam withdrew an electrocling cloth from a suede satchel.

Wear that, he said tossing the green garment through the interval. It will adjust for purpose.

The electrocling cloth reaching Movin moved with artificial intelligence and composition to efficiently cover as he stood.

You said that you bought me, is that a manner of expression here or economic fact?

It is quite literal Movin. Bringing you to Plastic Alpha from the Dynatron structure cost a concession of substantial non-interference to 2135. You don’t remember any of the financial arrangements?

Nothing at all enters my mind except the light of that Blue planet, and here, this place. It is a methane-hydrogen world isn’t it, home for hydrocarbonoids?

"That planet isn’t populated Movin. It’s the second of the thirty-planet ensemble, Nudnik, brought to the Plastic Alpha as a tool for an optimal habitation zone. Can you remember anything of your world in the Dynatron structure ?

Scratching his red hair briefly, Saytrap looked down at elements of the cling-cloth swarming his feet appropriating minerals from the mud to form adequate foot coverings. Another distant red/orange planet was moving up over the horizon.

What is world, that though art mindful of it? What is this place, of which I have no knowledge?

Yoqleam Prace was mildly concerned about Saytrap’s apparent memory loss, yet the extent and function of his mind would emerge in time. He seemed otherwise a healthy specimen as represented in the kilobyte.

Welcome to Izbet Sartah at Zuel Falahian Prace said bowing low, I am Yoqleam Prace, Rabshakeh of the Inner and Outer transit Worlds, your humble owner.

Looking at his hands, turning them quickly over to examine their reverse Movin said, I feel free. Perhaps its fortunate that you claim to be my owner. I haven’t a clue about where to buy essential items here at Izbet Sartah. Is my positive freedom substantial within this ownership paradigm of yours?

Tightening a green belt Yoqleam said Do you feel up to meeting my Kachimpasa who will answer your questions, she has awaited your filling from our humble soil?

Movin's reassembled body was lean, and taught, straining with tense muscular force. A mosquitobloke landed viciously savaging his neck. Swatting it distractedly he regarded the light reflected from blue and red worlds.

The Falahinian Massif’s myriad mounts glistened in sheens of multicolored snows sheltering mists upon numerous hanging valleys that descended vaporously down to terraces sculpted for the growth of genetically engineered crops and strains of co-developed standard plants unfamiliar to Saytrap. Cornish plants with features of human tissue structures, cantaloupes resembling crystal planets and ear-shaped mushrooms grew on variegated plots.

Movin said, Yek Rabshakeh, let me meet your Kachimpasa, please.

She floated like an apparition of nature through the twilight shadows of a neoclassical elecompac dome with white robes drifting as mists in the breeze behind her. Her feet seemed barely to reach an azure walkway hovering over a verdant green lawn. Another crystal clear rivulet ran through the translucent structure and down a slight grade to Movin and further onto a water cascade falling down to the next terrace below. Saytrap picked a booger from his nose and flicked it into space.

A disrupter front is building Saytrap. Feel it’s increasing electric potential. The wave’s approach is immanent the Kachimpasa said, My name is Evdolp Stella. Come, walk this way. It is time for us to leave.

Saytrap wondered at the soft voice that sounded within his mind. It hadn’t the characteristics of an audiotrim, or waveform voice knife. He put that thought aside and quickly walked to join her as she traveled the azure path toward the edge of the thousand-meter long, three hundred meter wide terrace. Yoqleam Prace, without time remaining, sank into the ground.

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