answered by the well-phrased ticking of large metal structures thermally squirming-
the hiss and rumble of a loud rock band coming from a very distant room-
small animals and even plants scurry and flit and sit and speak and squawk-
mostly pets, presumably-
some might even be real-
and there are always conversations between crew-
just at the limit of audibility-
archaic artifacts bleeping and clicking-
radiations of all frequencies sizzle-
converted into sight and sound and touch-
a twenty-second century virtual cockpit-
virtual space ship?-
I can zoom in anywhere-
to any branch of data i choose-
follow the curves-
life is different after the End of Science-
i keep reminding the Cromag-
just the whole nature of reality has changed since the discovery of RUP-
Raw Universal Power-
i can listen to the paint drying in the lounge (a seven year project)-
and it all makes sense-
really-
-Bordo has been obsessively trying to prove the existence of an out there-
beyond the skin we share-
beyond the experience that is Bordo?-
I never tire of his reports-
-each of us does what we want-
sometimes it's a bit confusing during a crisis-
each of us believing in sometimes vastly diverging interpretations of the data-
each of us is quite insane-
we all live in our own modable fantasy worlds-
each of us can be lethally competent-
each of us, to the exclusion of the others, knows the true nature of our mission-
it looks like a big snail-
and a ball-
and a fairground wrapped around a very small planet-
I filter the voices for words that I recognize-
sometimes they call your name-
speaking of the radio-
there was a seizure-
i would experience such joy as would be inconceivable in ordinary life-
such joy that no one else could have any notion of-
i would feel the most complete harmony in myself and in the whole world-
and this feeling was so strong and sweet that for a few seconds of such bliss I would give ten or more years of my life-
even my whole life perhaps-
I've come to tell you about a spot in the sound-
a round spot in the sound---
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I started to lose it-
i heard a whole in the sweet spot-
you are not technologically capable of interpreting gravity waves-
I must return this bridge to the main branch or-
i am transmitting from inside, asynchronous to your data arrangements-
it is not a black hole, it can't be-
to you it is not even flying spaghetti-
I said it looked like a black volvox-
I called it Volvox.
is it coming into us or are we going into it?-
i look into the quantum box-
'nuff said?-
i doubt it.
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