Seth Moris

Messages from the Void

by: Idris
Do you feel the urge to save the world? to save humanity?
Do you think humanity needs saving? Are we facing impending doom?
Look around you: the world will survive. The uestion is... will you adapt?
!ould you change the world" and to ease your conscience call it #saving$? I like to believe that
humanity and nature were never separate. !e were never above it" and never below it.
Look at our environment and you will see our collective emotions magnified. In plants and animals you will see
our physical interactions: kill A%D be killed" no true ape& predator. 'ome individuals would like to think we
learned from nature. (owever) I would like to believe that we are nature made flesh: with all of its
ferocity and force. *eyond distinction as good or evil. *eyond disease or cure.
!e can add to this premise) and look at it in a different conte&t
+inally) we are actually in control, And we are the ones who make the choices for ourselves" not
some e&ternal agency influencing us to do right or wrong: religion" politics" morality. To be able to start
believing this) first believe that you are not inside of your physical body) but outside of it.
!e are the -haos revolving around our body
!e are -haos presenting itself as thoughts and actions through the physical and the metaphysical" through
senses and even indifference. 'eeing through this paradigm) we are connected to everyone who puts credence in
this belief.
*ut beyond all of the transcendental pointlessness)
how can this help us?
.other than causing a smile/
There might be hope for mankind to live as one" which honestly I would %0T want to see.
!e are individuals and long live individuality. This belief) like any other) is no more than a tool. And if
it is 0%L1 escapism) without helping you to change your reality) then all it would do is make you feel
like a hero. *ut this is 2ust a fallacy" self3delusion. 1ou would be the furthest thing from a hero) as you
haven4t figured how to use this understanding to your personal advantage.
(ow) then) would you e&pect to change the world
if you can4t even change yourself
The ma&im of #change yourself and the world will change$ is bullshit. !e chose to believe it
because there must be a reward at the end" e&pecting the universe to bribe us into becoming better people. The
only fragment that we tend to truly believe in is the need to change. *ut what we are
doing is returning to nature and its forces. 'omehow) generation by generation) we seem to be doing 2ust that"
and as we are reali5ing what we might become) we are changing.
And now) for the construct of nature and the essence of things.
Let6s deconstruct it .for the fuck of it/.
There is no Self and there is no Being.
.(ave you ever fathomed those things?/
7ltimately) what has no end has no beginning" and that is its illusion. The key is that there is
no nature to start with.
If it is -(A%89 then the concept of change having a nature is delusion. There are only
probabilities" only possibilities" only perceptions of change" and our Will to assure they reach fruition. There is
no nature only our perception of nature and how we can manipulate our current perception to fulfill our
desires.
(ow does this deconstruction of nature help us
!ell) it does by whatever means you see fit to help you in your world
A%D
to deconstruct the concept of the world? ......maybe some other time.
:y point here is to show that transcendentalism and philosophy) when not used to our advantage) end in
abyssal forms of spiritual masturbation......
I feel eager to deconstruct the concept of spirit and the soul" but another time.
;.'. I know I said I would talk about beauty but this seemed tastier to deconstruct.
To end this for now.......remember......
Liberate yourself from good and evil" and from everything
'o no silliness will attach you to its grips.
Idris: Messages From the Void
AZ/23 atrazi@yahoo.com
zhgeist32@gmail.com

The LS!"#

The $llis !%clear "haos #om&

This little gem o' a sigil &om& is ()o*) as the LS!"#. I created ma)y years ago &ased o) a)
idea that Sile)ced +ro+osed &ac( i) the origi)al ,litter&om& +ost o) the old school -cc%lt For%ms
site. .is idea *as called a S+irit &om&. .is theory *as to create a sigil that *o%ld act as a s+irit%al
time &om& that is li)(ed i)to the *ill a)d co)scio%s)ess o' the %ser. This s+irit &om& *o%ld tear o+e)
the 'a&ric o' co)se)s%al reality to create a mi)i sel' created s+irit%al /orte0. I a&sol%tely lo/ed the
idea1 &%t 'elt I )eeded to do some t*ea(i)g o' my o*) a)d add &it o' LS to it. To gi/e a &it o' time
re'ere)ce1 this *as aro%)d 2223/24 5%st aro%)d the time that it *as &ei)g disco/ered that LS *as
e/ol/i)g 'rom sigil to ser/itor.
So1 I too( the idea o' the s+irit &om& a)d decided to %se the LS as the &ac(&o)e s+irit a)d sigil
a)d the) dre* do*) some +rimordial "haos1 i)'%sed it *ith !%clear e)ergies a)d e)cased it as a
#om& a)d 'i)ally dre* i) the s+iral to act as the deto)ator all thro%gh some i)te)se rit%al *or(1 s*eat
i)d%ci)g /is%alizatio) meditatio)s1 a)d addi)g i) massi/e e)theoge)ic g)osis. As 'or the act%al
dra*i)g o' the sigil itsel'1 I had chose to go *ith a more &asic &i)dr%)e desig). !ot o)ly *as it a)
aesthetic choice1 &%t it made it great 'or a 6%ic( dra* a)d dro+ tech)i6%e. There *as also the
%)derlyi)g li)( that each letter o' the !"# +ortio) shares *ith a +artic%lar r%)e.

Ta(e 'irst the !. The desig) o' the ! i) this sigil is a direct li)( &ac( to the old !orse r%)e o'
.agalz. For those *ho may &e %)'amiliar *ith the r%)es .agalaz *as ()o*) as the hail sto)e or the
i)itiator o' radical cha)ge. To the !orse the sig) o' hail mea)t that they *ere d%e 'or some e0treme
*eather cha)ges. For me it o)ly seemed )at%ral to %se this r%)ic desig) 'or the ! +ortio) o' the sigil.

!o* o) to the ". I chose to %se the !orse r%)e 7e)az 'or the " desig) )ot 5%st &eca%se o'
it8s aesthetic 6%ality1 &%t &eca%se o' *hat 7e)az re+rese)ts. To hear(e) &ac( to the old !orse
traditio)s1 the r%)e 7e)az re+rese)ted )ot 5%st the torch o' ill%mi)atio)1 &%t also the 'ire o'
tra)s'ormatio). Some ha/e e6%ated 7e)az to the +hoe)i0 'ire9 &%r)i)g a)d +%rgi)g o' the old
sel' that )o lo)ger ser/es to &e re&or) 'rom those ashes a)e*. This *as 5%st somethi)g else that
seemed to clic( 'or the +%r+oses o' the sigil.

A)d here comes the #1 as i) #er(a)o. Traditio)ally #er(a)o is see) as &ei)g related to
the &irch tree. :hile some see #er(a)o as a sym&olic re+rese)tatio) o' the +reg)a)t goddess. I
te)d to ha/e a di''ere)t ta(e o) #er(a)o. I al*ays 'elt that the r%)e *as &etter re+rese)ted as the
*om& o' +ote)tialities. I) the case o' this sigil I dre* the #er(a)o to act as a co)tai)me)t 'ield 'or
these /olatile e)ergies. It 5%st made se)se to me.

Fi)ally1 *e come to the ce)tral +oi)t o' the e)tire sigil *hich is a s+iral. There ha/e al*ays &ee)
/ery dee+ seated sym&olic co))ectio)s associated *ith the s+iral thro%gho%t almost
e/ery c%lt%re the *orld o/er. The s+iral has &ee) /ie*ed as d%al +%r+ose. It acts as
&oth a sym&ol o' creatio) i) it8s %+*ard co)'ig%ratio)1 &%t i) the do*)*ard co)'ig%ratio)
it is see) as a +ote)t sym&ol o' the dissol%tio) i)to chaos. Very 'itti)g i) my o+i)io).
Si)ce the s+iral has s%ch a)cie)t a)d archaic mea)i)gs a)d origi)s it is dee+ly
em&edded *ithi) the %)co)scio%s collecti/e. This is somethi)g I 'elt *o%ld act as the
+er'ect deto)ator mecha)ism 'or the sigil &eca%se it is so immersed *ithi) %s.

Aside 'rom strictly %si)g the sigil I also made the co)scio%s choice o' &ei)g a&le to %se the
letteri)g se6%e)ce 'or taggi)g too. I s+eci'ically de/elo+ed the letteri)g se6%e)ce o' LS!"# so
that it may also &e %sed *ithi) com+%ter +rograms s%ch as ,oogle $arth to tag remote locatio)s
*ith it. I)teresti)gly e)o%gh I ha/e see) )e*s &roadcasts o' stra)ge e/e)ts a)d odd *eather
occ%rri)g i) +laces that I ha/e remotely tagged *ith the LS!"# %si)g these coordi)ate system
+rograms.

:ell there yo% ha/e it (ids1 the history a)d mystery o' the LS!"#. ;o *hat yo% *ill *ith
it1 &%t this gem comes *ith a *ar)i)g. This sigil has &ee) ()o*) to ca%se mass states o'
mad)ess a)d i)sa)e chaotic collateral damage.
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I think my computer and I wut'ted right
Here. Totally unintentional, however that
Does not mean that I am extraordinarily
Unhappy that it did.
happy mistake.
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This fractal is both an entity and a portal.
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Seth Moris
Cory @icci)i)o
#y Tara Flo*er
"haos @ri)cess
:he) she *as &or) Lilith stood o/er her cradle a)d
+roclaimed1=I gi/e this child the gi't o' &ei)g irresisti&le
to the D2 +ri)ces.=
T*e)ty years later 5aci)ta sat i) a s+acio%s hall
dressed i) lilac a)d gree) chi''o)1 her com+%ter scree)
&e'ore her. =I do)<t *a)t easy=1 she said. =!e/er agai).
$asy ma(es my little sister<s *orld die. Let me sho* my
mettle. A comedy a)imatio)E .ere1 this is the sig)at%re
t%)e.=
=That<s the t%)e 'rom the :alMart ad/ert.=
=Tha)( yo%E I treas%re criticism. "riticism is my gold1 -
M%se *ith golde) har+. I<ll try agai). The clo*) )eeds
ad5%sti)g too. .ey1 .eyo(a.=
A &ody o) the scree) o+e)ed o%t1 re/eali)g slimy red
/iscera. =The grotes6%e I do )ot li(e. @ri)cesses hate
+ea i) the &ed1 or +ee i) the &ed. Fet o%r c%lt%re
dema)ds it. The golde) +earl at the ce)tre o' my
cartoo) lyrical a)d &rash &y t%r)s is )ot the la%ghter1
)ot e/e) *he) it slides i)to hysteria a)d %)e0+ected
g)osis. The golde) +earl is me a)d my (i)gdom a'ter
this lo)g *or( so *o)der'%lly !ot $asy1 a)d so
*o)der'%lly )ot gi/e) o) a +late *ith cherries.=
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A Letter To A Friend
A Letter To A Friend
I let out my thoughts in wait
I let out my thoughts in wait
Care escapes me as I stare
Care escapes me as I stare
Ahead, empty suburban sprawl
Ahead, empty suburban sprawl
I love to people watch
I love to people watch
But no one's ever around
But no one's ever around
Locked up hermetic eperiences
Locked up hermetic eperiences
All alone in their rooms
All alone in their rooms
!n the rail more words enter in
!n the rail more words enter in
"oteric in#luence commanding
"oteric in#luence commanding
attention
attention
To the evils o# the masses
To the evils o# the masses
Is this what our $ero point amounts
Is this what our $ero point amounts
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&& "yes wide shut and barely
&& "yes wide shut and barely
breathing
breathing
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%o :ore !ords... %o :ore !ords...
I sat here) wanting to write you a message. I sat here) wanting to write you a message.
9verything I4ve written) I4ve erased. 9verything I4ve written) I4ve erased.
I sat here 2ust hovering my hands over the keys. I sat here 2ust hovering my hands over the keys.
I reali5ed) I talk too much. I say too much. I reali5ed) I talk too much. I say too much.
I sat here knowing I message too much. I sat here knowing I message too much.
It goes and goes and goes. It goes and goes and goes.
I sat here feeling foolish and childish. I sat here feeling foolish and childish.
!ho 2ust keeps going with no response? !ho 2ust keeps going with no response?
(aving sat inside myself) inside my head and hollow crust) (aving sat inside myself) inside my head and hollow crust)
The imagery of crumbling bricks and fading walls surrounding. The imagery of crumbling bricks and fading walls surrounding.
I sat behind a wall of dust and fading stops and starts. I sat behind a wall of dust and fading stops and starts.
I spoke right through the rubble) destruction and debris. I spoke right through the rubble) destruction and debris.
I sat behind a cloud of emptiness and shame. I sat behind a cloud of emptiness and shame.
And as the fog began to fade) I kept on sharing speech. And as the fog began to fade) I kept on sharing speech.
I opened up) invited in and waited for the words. I opened up) invited in and waited for the words.
I sat behind my broken walls) they crumbled at your voice. I sat behind my broken walls) they crumbled at your voice.
I4m sitting now) the dust has cleared) I4m looking straight ahead. I4m sitting now) the dust has cleared) I4m looking straight ahead.
I4m sitting here amongst the corpses and the living dead. I4m sitting here amongst the corpses and the living dead.
There is no voice) no other side) no stranger waiting strong. There is no voice) no other side) no stranger waiting strong.
There is no friend) no waiting hand) nothing for me to hold. There is no friend) no waiting hand) nothing for me to hold.
As I sit) I stare across into a great abyss. As I sit) I stare across into a great abyss.
A void of empty dreary space) a silent and cold darkness. A void of empty dreary space) a silent and cold darkness.
A veil) a silly stupid thought) to think it would come true. A veil) a silly stupid thought) to think it would come true.
Those foolish dreams and starlight things that used to carry me through. Those foolish dreams and starlight things that used to carry me through.
I wept for longing starry eyes) to linger lovers touch. I wept for longing starry eyes) to linger lovers touch.
'inking deep reality knows touching is too much. 'inking deep reality knows touching is too much.
Adrift at sea I cast away and leave the wall behind. Adrift at sea I cast away and leave the wall behind.
I leave a path forever past) I4ve run those rivers dry. I leave a path forever past) I4ve run those rivers dry.
To rocky seas) a smooth calm bree5e) to rushing with the fish. To rocky seas) a smooth calm bree5e) to rushing with the fish.
I4m dreaming once again of touching one more passing ship. I4m dreaming once again of touching one more passing ship.
!ith thoughts) with words) with hands) I4m forever reaching out.'omeday !ith thoughts) with words) with hands) I4m forever reaching out.'omeday
I4ll find a grasping hand) of that I have no doubt. I4ll find a grasping hand) of that I have no doubt.
It4s up to you to grab a hold. It4s up to you to grab a hold.
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Transmigration
By: Seth Moris
"Stand back, stand back!" A security guard bellowed, his corpulant
cheeks a ruddy brick red and blond fie o!clock shadow standing out
like an e"clamation point on his face# A swelling crowd of pedestrians
were held behind the thin makeshift barriers erected in front of our
local chapter of $ybernetes %nternational# The building was a modern
tower of babel, rising far aboe its surroundings# %n our little corner
of the world the buildings didn!t get ery tall, they were s&uat and
made of cheap ticky'tacky, the streets were crowded and grew
sporadically like some sort of concrete mega'mould# The $yber'%ntl#
monolith loomed oer, blocking out the sun# %t was all chrome, white,
and grey# %t was more than modern, it had a distinct taste of###the
future#
The crowd kept testing the boundaries set by the troop of priate
security, and it wasn!t long before a handful of cries, high pitched and
painful, seeped out of the mob# %t wasn!t long before the titanium,
telescoping batons the secs carried flashed through the air onto
unprotected heads, wrists, and necks# The crowd collectiely backed up
but did not disperse sae for a few of the wounded, bearing bright
scarlet scalp wounds and shuffling to safety# The collectie weren!t
going to leae, not when immortality was on the line#
The corporation!s first mistake, critics would moan, is that they
went public with their cyberneural transmigration too early# These
sorts of things hae ritual, they hae procedure# The poor and working
class were not supposed to know it e"isted# $yber'%ntl# had broken the
unwritten laws of the megacorps and gone transparent# (o one knew
why, e"actly# The poor could not afford the transmigration procedure#
This was as much of a cold hard fact as graity# But that didn!t stop
what looked like )among the wealthier conseratie'democrats* a pile of
human refuse from appearing outside of their buildings# +ery# ,ay#
Me- % had a pass# .ournalistic# My editor had some connections
with the uppity'ups at the corp and they agreed for some positie
e"posure, as long as they got say oer what e"actly we published# %
felt comfortable giing them the impression they were safe# % intended
to do with what information % uncoered, as % will# % was partly
freelance, and there were big players in Tokyo and Berlin who had put a
data'bounty on $ybernetes# (ot that % was sold, but %!e always
considered myself an opportunist# /ou hae to be, % had rationali0ed, to
get ahead#
% pushed my way through the bustling crowd, the oerwhelming
smell of stink and sweat inading what felt like een my pores# 1hen %
got near the barricades, the sec'man raised his baton threateningly
until % flashed the laminated card hung around my neck#
"2ress#" % said, and unslinging the card, handed it oer the
barricade to the fat sec % had seen screaming# 3is beady eyes darted
oer my identification number, and % could see his 4aw and tongue moe
inside of his mouth in the tell'tale way that sec'men outfitted with
subocali0ation units conulse their faces when they want to hae a
silent conersation through some implant or another to their bosses#
After a minute, the big man passed my card back and moed one of
the plastiod barriers aside# % snuck through and nodded politely,
muttering something een % couldn!t make out and heaed myself up the
white steps to the building#
%t wasn!t long before % was stuck waiting, again# This time in a
small room with a few men and women who wore outlandish post'modern
clothes that probably cost more than % make in a month# % suppressed a
sneer, kept it internal# % thought myself a ciili0ed, modern gentleman
but when % think back to the aersion % had for those folk, sitting there
and typing nerously on the latest holographic wrist'comps, % know %
was 4ust an animal# 1e all were#
A young androgyne clad in white neo'minimalist business attire )all
the rage in .apan at the time* passed me a tablet and stylus, the fancy
ersion of a clipboard# The kinds of people who came here were far too
e"pensie to insult with something as barbaric as paper or graphite# %t
was a waer form# % filled it out as honestly as % eer filled anything
out, which is to say at least eighty'percent accurate, and handed the
tablet back to the blank'faced, neutral receptionist#
Before long % was led by two men in dark suits frisked me, took my
smartphone for !security reasons! and promised to return it to me after
the interiew# They lead me to another small room, complete with egg'
shaped retro recliners# % waited, this time for much longer# A mirrored
globe hung with infra'red eyes in the middle of the ceiling# % watched it
watch me# % watched me watch it, in its reflectie surface# There were
only two doors, the one that had lead me into the room and another
that lead to gods know where# After what felt like hours the door %
had not come through opened automatically, with a faint electric hum,
and a man clad in a sterili0ed doctors tunic walked through and pulled
down a clear plastic face mask#
"/ou!re the 4ournalist- 5ight this way sir# /our papers are in
order and we are ready for you#" The doctor turned to leae, then
stopped abruptly, raising one finger in the air, twirling it around and
chuckling# 3e turned back to me, the other hand digging through a
pocket and pulling out a small transderm patch#
"/ou!re going to want to put this on# (othing serious, 4ust a mild
an"iolytic# 1hat you are about to see tends to hae a rather###" The
doctor paused, "6erstimulating effect on first'timers# /ou are about to
witness the greatest achieement made in human history, after all, and %
hope you don!t mind if % insist#"
(ot wanting to miss out on the story, and neer being opposed to
a good derm, % accepted the small baby'blue patch without comment and
slapped it on the back of my right hand# %t wasn!t long before % felt my
muscles rela" and the adrenaline build up from standing with the mob
and waiting in that damned cramped room start to dissole#
The doctor ushered me through the door, and before % could turn
around % heard the door slam shut behind me# % was in utter darkness#
The doctor had stayed behind#
"1hat the 789$!-" % screamed at the door, though in reality it came
out more like a whisper# The transderm was stronger than % had been
told# % knew something had gone horribly wrong# % started to fall, and
then###nothingness#
1hen % woke up, % was strapped from head to foot onto some sort
of table# All around me glowed eerily a hundred different screens and
output monitors# There was no one in sight# % tried to scream, but my
ocal chords did nothing# % tried to raise my head or struggle and
whether because of the drugs or the straps that % could see dug into
my flesh, % couldn!t moe an inch#
"Ah# 3e is awake#" 9ame a oice behind me# My eyes had opened wide
and a muted, ineffectual surge of adrenaline returned some feeling to
my fingertips# A whirring noise began, and soon a mechanical apparatus
hung in front of my face, another mirrored globe with a staring red eye#

"/ou cannot moe# /ou cannot speak# % know this# % was the one who
brought you here#" 9ame the oice from behind me# Another round of
whirring seros and what looked like an audiobo" hung ne"t to the
electronic eye#
"/ou may be wondering who % am# /ou may think that % am one of the
corporate heads who know of your less than honorable intentions in
being here# (ot only am % not a corporate head, % am###" The oice paused
dramatically, "(ot een human you see#" My mind roared in silence with a
million &uestions#
"/es, you are ery curious# /ou are ery angry een though the
chemics hae dulled your affectie'cognitie capabilities# /ou see, little
one, % am what you could call the genius loci, the spirit of the place# %
am the liing mind of this tower# % am what your kind might call, an A#%#"
The mirrored eye rose, unblocking my ision of the large screens with
scrolling code, glyphs and math# 6ne of the screens changed suddenly,
showing what appeared to be a man strapped to a surgical chair in a
room much like, no, e"actly like the room % was in# At first % thought %
was looking at myself, until % saw it was a much older man, heayset to
my wiry build# :ike me, the man sat still and ga0ed with flicking eyes into
things off'screen# 3oweer, unlike my current position % saw that what
lay behind him was a pillar of what can only be called robotic arms, a
do0en of them ended in mirrored globes and audio e&uipment#
But what stopped my heart )or made me feel like it did* was the
array of surgical e&uipment tipping the ends of the arms# The###A#%# did
not speak to this man# %t whirred to life and began####doing things to
him# Searing with lasers and cutting with scalpels# All without so much
as a scream from the man who was being iisected# 6ne of the arms
stood out in particular, it looked like a snake that ended in a mess of
fine spaghetti'like cords that further narrowed into what almost
looked like fiber optic hairs# The mass hung limply while the robotic arm
brought itself closer to the man!s e"posed brain, then with a sudden
flicker of life they began wriggling and moing under their own olition
and started to burrow into the man!s brain# The screen clicked off, and
then returned to its incomprehensible collage of data# The tinny oice
began to emit from the speaker once again#
"/ou humans are so ignorant# $ybernetes promises to transmigrate
your consciousness from your bodies into cyberspace and mechanical
housing so that you may lie foreer# Anyone who had spent time
researching this concept would hae immediately seen the flaw in logic,
in realistic e"pectations# %n fact, you!e seen them, haen!t you-
(euroscientists protesting outside of our clinics# /ou!e heard
whispers of them disappearing, and your kind has dismissed it as
another case of black helicopter conspiracy# But this time the
conspiracy theorists were correct# A simple check of police records,
aailable online, would hae shown they were disappearing#"
1hirring started up behind me, and % felt a dull stab of panic# A
syringe'gun tipped arm came from around me and in4ected itself into my
arm# % felt another rush of tran&uili0ers, and this time what felt like it
could hae been###anesthetics# % felt numb, but retained consciousness#
"/ou humans are greedy# /ou lust for things that e"ist only in the
fantasies of the alliterate and willfully ignorant# /ou hold onto
concepts inented thousands of years ago by primities, and rarely feel
the responsibility to discern# Because of this, your kind do not reali0e
that they cannot be transmigrated# 1hat is there to take from a body
and put into a machine- The soul- The ego- 9onsciousness-" A ery
inhuman rattling comes from the speakers, and % reali0e it is laughing
at me#

"9onsciousness is not stuff, Mr# .ournalist# 9onsciousness is
what stuff does, what collections of stuff do together# To put it into
terms you may be able to comprehend, we do not put you into
cyberspace# 1e put your personality, your memories, your connectome'
synaptic pattern into cyberspace#" The whirring behind me grows louder,
and closer# Another screen on the wall lights up, this time in what %
recogni0e as the first case of transmigrated'self speaking on a
teleision news interiew#
The screen shows a familiar, common enough morning talk show
set up# A middle'aged woman sits in a chair ne"t to what appears to be a
cone shaped machine with a screen fasted to the top, which shows the
smiling face of a middle'aged man# The host is a smartly dressed blond
woman, in about her thirties, with a face anyone would recogni0e# The
olume is muted on this screen at first, and then it turns on, coming
through the speaker hanging a foot away from my face#"%ts true!" The
face on the screen proclaims through simulated tears of 4oy, "% really
did make the transmigration! % am in cyberspace!"
"% thought % was going to lose him," 9ried the middle'aged woman, "%
thought it might hae been a trick# But my ;eorgie, he knows eerything
he used to, he remembers eerything we!e eer done, our honeymoon in
:ibya, and our time up the graity well# % didn!t beliee it was possible,
until % got to talk to him# % hae my ;eorgie back!" 9ries the woman# The
screen mutes and turns off again# The A#%# oice begins to speak#
"This is all it took for your kind to beliee in our product, in our
process# A neural'clone who professes to remember, and &uite truly
does remember their human life# But you were all fools to think you
went with it#" 1ith this, the ocal'bo" whirs away, and suddenly % feel a
slight pressure on the back of my skull# % see a fine pink mist spray
from behind# % hear the crunching, 4agged noise of what % could only
imagine is my skull being sliced off of the back of my head the same way
the man in the recording!s skull had been# But % feel no pain# % wait#
After time innumerable, the sounds of the robotic arm!s cease# %
had no way of knowing at what stage % was at, until suddenly the
largest screen on the wall lit up, and in it % was shown a
representation of myself, who appeared to be in a blank white oid# The
audio was turned on and % heard what sounded like my own oice emit
all around me#
"3ello- 3+::6-!- 1hat do you people think you are doing- 1hat
kind of prank is this- /ou haen!t done anything to me, % know a prank
when % see one! 1ho put you up to this, was it my editor- % wasn!t going
to sell the fucking data!" Screamed my own oice, and then it was
silent# "The process is complete# (ow, as you agreed to by signing the
waier, it is time to dispose of the bodily remains# (ow that your
consciousness has been uploaded#" The tinny laugh fills the room#
Then###nothing#
;lease show your way out of my thought
bubble. I am not really uncomfortable with your
self3insertion into the entanglement of my
confused web of consciousness
matrices. 'o please heed 2okingly. If the world
will be snuffed out) its end will not be without
the biggest laugh. And it won4t be a
competition. 0nly then can we finally get over
our fat asses. !elcome to The ;arty.
Soth3GD //elte)'ey)d.t%m&lr.com
Cory @icci)i)o
cephlapod@gmail.com
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I woke up that frst
morning
You were still asleep
Eventually I woke you
Though frst I had to wait
I knew in that moment
Not ready yet to say
I watched you lay there
Sleeping to spite the
nearing day
Serene and peaceful rest
Your energy at play
Soft and beautiful
Beneath my cradling arm
I held you up against me
avorite place right there
! moment etched in mind
ro"en now in time
That very frst morning
#ove sleeping there beside
$y reason cuddled close
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Torste) Vo) .a)e
dhahnB>CDgmail.com H-rder o' the -ld -)esI
Loss of self and a soulful path
!hy is everything blank and meaningless
Dreams dashed and heart broken
:undane rules and dulls the senses and soul
9verything seems to purposely distract from everything that my soul seeks
9verything I try seems dead and pointless
Then from darkest dreams came a light of inspiration
;aradigms shift and I find my self in a gateway
!ithout hesitation I pass through the threshold of a door and I don6t
know where it may lead
Though it might be fraught with danger and trickster illusions
0ne concept motivates me forward" true love
The only purpose that has kept me alive this long
'o powerful that my love manifested into form
*y the power of the sleeping goddess of the earth
*ut taken away long ago by the hands of the all powerful necromancer
for my pathetic actions
!orship with misery and regret as an offering) is no worship at all
And my lord knows I6m better than that
A dark figure holds an out stretched hand
:y mind says it6s a trick but my soul says follow
0n the edge of everything and nothing
I hold my breath and make the leap of blind faith
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Cephlapod


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