sunlight green room 1001091923
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the stellar array orbit relative to the normal
and the
Central Stellar Body is such that there are periods of darkness in the green room
the splicer ticks away
faint lights are visible through the dense foliage-
but not enough for me to orient towards a horizon
it seems for a moment that gravity is missing
but I still feel my weight
if I could express it another way, why would I not do so?
as light floods in, my eyes tingle with filaments and patterns
resolving into lush plant growth
the smell of sex is heavy in the air
pollen covers my hands
the splicer ticks away
it is amazing to me the rate at which viable mutations of many species are produced
I pull up the graph and notice something strange
it's the shapes of the data
it's almost as if there is another set of data in the data
something unrelated
something musical, whimsical
something watching me
to me it seems as if the periods of darkness are getting more frequent-
but not of greater duration
what is happening with the orbit?
my weight feels normal
the ticking remains a constant rhythm
I have no idea who (or what) set the current program
forgetting the mission that brought me here-
I study the patterns
I study the plants and the darkness and the sounds
there is so much new input that my scan is getting neglected
I heard the voice of the Magic Robot-
faint and distant
something small ran away through the undergrowth
I heard what sounded like a loud fart
it's dark now
everything stopped
even the ticking
again there is the impression of gravity being "turned off"
longer this time
my feet are where my head should be
focusing into the dark
thinking through the patterns
an anomalously long period
the light floods in
(brighter because my eyes have been desensitized?)
I'm seeing- things- everywhere
not
things
not
seeing things
things in between things unfold
filaments of super string ?
we're far away from deck 19-
this shouldn't be happening
an impression of music
and voices
I can't tell which is vegetable and which is mineral
the antique helmet lay on the ground
its many knobby protrusions sprouting wires that wriggle and branch
I have a passing thought to put it on
and then a deep seated fear of what would happen if I did
and then an even deeper fear that I might put it on
would it become heavy heavy gold
long cooling fins drooping
burning my collar bones
red gold glinting
I am arisen
reborn as my own avatar
there are a number of tree trunks that seem to glow with golden braided snakes
and around the trunks, colored branches writhe
the single throbbing head the meristem apical a ball of white fire the house of light
jump to the link
in the noisy background fuzz a holographic image of all the images of us
we are all neurologists
