“…before the time comes, Manqui… for us to leave again…I’ll show you what I was doing while you were doing what I was writing when you were writing!…a brief stop to replenish water…we are in the Great Hall of Small Meals!…do you see the washbasins?…eh… that there is the hieroglyphic chronicle of the Greek Astramigration
“It seems to me… the dancers of the sky… were revolutionary judges… the nocturnal undead surgeons… were expendable yet irreplaceable… all my life experience… islets in the ocean… dugouts that missed the leap into the void… fear of failure… and since then… they search for springboards… constant change… nothing remained stable… in a world that
“The intelligent cosmic organism cannot usurp the legislator’s right from self-existent natural laws, because it itself is created from the zero of inert non-existence of vibrations, through natural laws that organized the random oscillations of chaos into an expanding thinking universe. Vibrations of differing frequencies and of opposing torque automatically compose organisms of matter of
After a little thought, Manqui decided to invest the last remaining mental sparks of energy from his exoskeleton, for today, in listening to music. He sifted through the music archive stored inside the metallic memory chest of the A.T.H.A.H.E. Homeostasis Dwelling, and with one hand placed into his old optical disc player the fourth record
We now observe the reactivation of old control programs that had been inscribed in the Hierographic Chronicles of the Whomans as “inevitable prophecies.”The method is simple and ancient. When a program already exists, a Trans-Teacher “prophesies” it, an Agrotect “executes” it, and then the Hierokeepers declare that it was “the will of History.” Thus, the
From the very first years of the five-year simulation, the reluctance of humans, with only a few exceptions, such as the old, good free campers with dugout canoes, to travel through the dangerous void, whether by crafts, tunnels, or bridges, made it necessary to create a new kind of worker. A new species, ideally expendable,
Scientific De-symbolization of the Swastika or tetractys,tetraktis,four-rayed figure, is the solar symbol.According to the cosmic models of O.E.A., in all solar systems there exists, one sun of matter, our known Sun, and one invisible anti-sun of antimatter like a small black hole.Somewhere at their center, the two counter-rotating suns meet at a neutronic mid-sun, symbolized
KYON, The Principle of the Common PulseFrom the persistence of sound, the repetitive call of birds, the coughing rhythm ka-ka-ka…, and from the root impulse i- (to send forth, to set in motion), emerges a binding force. “KAI” be the connector. A force that amplifies or diminishes, that joins without erasing distinction. KYON AS “TOGETHERNESS”AMA
Year: Sixty-Seven After the DissectionPlace: Homeostatic Dwelling A.TH.A.H.E. After many hours of creative solitude, accompanied well by the music of Ice Atan, the letters and the books of Reese Cerussites, Manqui imagines Choky’s void-wanderings with accelerated procrastination. Yet he has shown enough patience, waiting for him to return. “What could he be out there looking
“…Reese Cerussites graduated agrotecton but the course he actually took, led him to exile, castaway at the space piece of Anima Key with the Anemaki Tribe… Back then, sixty seven years after the Great Dissection, on top of old rocks forming rusted chasms and a sea more calm than ever, Reese asks me to paint
“Three sixty-six-year-olds reunite at the place where they used to vacation together in their youth, after thirty years of absence.It is the beginning of the summer of 2046 or one Post Dissections and the Earth begins fragmented. Anima Key breaks away and drifts into space within a dome, with the friends standing at its summit.The
Ankel’s Speech, 2040, excerpt from the Shellworld Foundational Address, later classified. “DEAR BELOVED FIRST GENERATION OF STARMIGRANDS,I speak to you not as a ruler, nor as a prophet, but as one who has remained awake while history rehearsed itself.-Freakambers replied that those who say this always rule. Herein lie the reasons behind the decisions leading
Simultaneously and asynchronously, a Kynanthro stands at the washbasins of the Great Hall of Small Meals. Choky reads the hieroglyphic engravings. They narrate the story that shaped the reality in which Whomans and Kynanthros now live. Somewhere around there, there are mentions of the decision of the first abolition of nations into one, including all
Manqui wonders and concludes that somehow and somewhere here, perhaps the roots of the Greek dialects he loves so much might be connected with the sayings and writings of the Hellenic Starmigration Group, as well as, unsurprisingly, with the songs of Ice Atan. They all speak of the time when humans had colors. The dictionary
After many hours of creative solitude accompanied by the music of Ice Atan, Reese Cerussite’s book, and the letter from his mother, witch Dous Anka, Manqui imagines Choky’s wanderings with accelerating procrastination. However, he has shown enough patience waiting for him to return. “What is my little jackal Choky looking to find? Did he find
On the eve of the first Day of the Sixty-seventh year Post Sections, in other words New Year’s Day, at precisely the fifth Hour, the dawn finds Choky trying to bid farewell to Eri. “… From the moment … we will part and then … pain will turn into hunger … Seek … find me
The root “Sha” comes from the way shepherds manage their flock.To guide their animals, shepherds call out the exclamation saa…ssa… with sounds like za, ss, or z… Saóō and all meanings of sa-óō are directly related to the safety of the flock. A related example is the sound xiu-xiu, used to scare away birds.It is
His second thought, after losing the belt, slides him toward Eris, who was watching the events from not too far away, but neither too close. As he approaches her, he regains his composure. He remembers a happy drop leaving a dry well to go to a wet one. She feels tumultuous at this liquefaction, unlike
Looking a bit ahead in time, to the year sixty-seven Post Sections, and in the subjacent space beneath the temples of the free dome, Eris’s fall seems like it will be interrupted by an improbable rebounder at the bottom of the cliff. Soon, she will tilt at an improper angle and continue for another half
“Get out of the way!” shouts Ker. “It’s all clear. Everyone will dance. Some will find joy, and some pain,” Ro responds.With an unmatched arsenal of combat techniques and a vengeful spirit, he aggressively defends his friend’s right to happiness against the usurpers Cer, Ver, and Russ. Swiftly, he disarms the latter, seizes his hunger
The rearranged trajectory of Eris led her to a bridge that leads to the entrance of a tunnel, to something rather abandoned, as distant purple houses in lush green surroundings indicated from afar.And what was she to do here where she arrived? She didn’t know how far or close her home was, she didn’t have
“Listen, young one, every joy is gain, and every gain, no matter how small, is good,” said Robert Browning, a british poet.“Come now, dine with the rich you’ve involved yourself with, but go to amuse yourself with the poor, for only he can give you the joy that comes from the smallest things. Ha, ha,
Eris, on one hand, is an elegant common carrier with manners, well-trained in her work. It seems she always allocates the right amount of time to everything and gives the appropriate attention, so that in one way or another, she always returns home earlier with her cargo, whether it’s the same or heavier. On the
Choky and Roky would spend some time together and apart in the temples of the free dome, and in the surrounding sections, avoiding and conducting business and celebrations. Meanwhile, Eri, along with her Whoman commander, had arranged her departure from the market as soon as she updated her endodermic microprocessor with the latest income. They
“The next branch we will chop, Choky, will be from the tree of war and it has its roots in the past, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, let’s go together, pa, pa!” “Wow, wow, wow… wow, wow, wow…!” “Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa…” “Tsk… tsk… ta, ta, ta… tsk…
“But I don’t understand… Is this happening now? …Can’t I climb a dream on my own? …Why do you appear again, Manqui? …Am I still not free from you?” “I want to tell you stories from past earthly sunrises, with mountains and forests; …To still manipulate you even here… in your spatiotemporal nothingness. Remember …what
As his primary destination, after his successful escape from the Athahe homestead, he set out to explore the abandoned, temple-like structures, where he hoped to find Rocky surviving and struggling somewhere around there.He was aware, after all, of the tendencies of his old friend, whom he consciously remembered having since they were still pups in
In the early autumn of sixty-six After Divisions, after a year of intensive training, on the evening of the ninth day, at a grand celebration, all the creatures of the autonomous pouch community of A.Th.A.H.E participated to witness Choky receiving his first diploma. The impressive survival belt with pockets that would certify his specialization as
“Listen carefully Choky! Today we have a celebration, and all the animals from our farm will have come to celebrate your graduation! Obviously, another little life lesson is needed for us to manage to enjoy freedom freely! “The oldest references to the quality of being free are found in the ancient works of Homer, in
He runs towards the tunnel-runners, singing the song “Catfishit!’ and mentally turns back, now that the looming threat is coming upon him but something seems to be changing. Now is when things turn upside down, to prove that only hard work, in the end, rewards. The lessons and techniques he so willingly endured, organizing all
“In the previous lesson, we defined astronomically Sirius as the brightest star of Canis Major. Tomorrow we will have an unofficial day off while today, Choky, we will be trained on fish! We feed these beings, they excrete, we cultivate them, they clean us, we gather the greens, recycling, no need for anything else! Their
New Year of sixty-seven Post Sections, in the first Five of the first Hour, at dawn of the Year, that is. In this starry dawn, it will be then when the injured but satisfied Cho, of the Common kind, ascends again.He will be in a hostile, by then, interpiece of Earth, but after the last
One of the first things Little Choky did, was to start singing rhythmically in his own bizarre way.“…tsk……tsk… …ta,ta,ta… … tsk……tsk… …ta,ta,ta …” Immediately Manqui tunes his bass tone, but soon will drop, stand quiet and then rise again. “…Wahwouh, Wahwahwouh… …Wahwouh, Wahwahwouh…!” And let Cho answer in the most harmonic way back. “I am
“And what about Choky? What does he seeks to find, my own little jackal?Did anything found him first? At least, the sneaky runaway took with him the survival belt with pockets. I am sure he has with him all the solutions for any problem that he may run into. But there is still no way
So Manqui just got either ninety six or sixty six years. He lives his entire life in a residence called homeostasis «A.TH.A.H.E.». It is still difficult for him to decide. One age sets him wise, the other strong. One shows him ugly, the other shiny. One, snappy and careless, the other slow and careful. Writer,
“My faithful companion has gone missing.Today thus, I, Manqui Animaki, ninety or sixty six years old counting seven, I have nothing left to do than finally get down and do what I was meant to. Write about my creator, Reese’s adventures, as if I was him. After all the training we’ve been through I think
“…Reese Cerussites graduated agrotecton but the course he actually took, led him to exile, castaway at the space piece of Anima Key with the Anemaki Tribe… Back then, sixty seven years after the Great Dissection, on top of old rocks forming rusted chasms and a sea more calm than ever, Reese asks me to paint
“Seven sixty-five-year-olds reunite at the place where they spent their holiday as a fellowship, thirty years after absence.It is the end of the summer of two thousand and forty-five, and at the same time these are the last days before the bark of the Earth is cleaved, a decision taken by the elected leaders of
