(#069) “Returning Home”

“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

(#068) “Art!”

“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

(#065) “Kynanthros and Whomans”

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,

(#064) “12 Pieces of Earth”

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

(#046) “Skydancers”

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

(#041) “Fasting”

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

(#039) “Sechs”

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

(#038) “Sacrifice”

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

(#037) “Common War”

“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

(#036) “Bipodal Lovedance”

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