12_damage extent of th

rabs saw the bearded man disappear under the triangular rock that moved, closing the subterranean passage. he touched the smooth umber rock surface, warm and soft, he could feel its quiet pulse – he never knew of the pulse, never knew of the fluid energy, of his in_role in it, anything to know at all, but now he knows even more.

he was tired already. he could see the wall 5 kms further down the valleybelly, but that was not jono’s belly – he still had 40 hrs to get to the great beltwalls. he thought of the id and felt his left lobe – there it was the new id_chip_rec, he won’t need to worry about control, or notes, or lose them nomore.

he found a thick bush of dark green velvet leaves, and lay down to sleep. the place felt cosy and safe, it had a scent that brought rabs into a real_dream in seconds. he looked around hunter sharp, the river was a bright and thick water cord on the trade winds of the sky – with creatures, boats, submarines travelling with_in it, around it, the strong current in many tones of clear blue. he recognised azzajono’s flag, that was it.


“rabs, boy – roger!”

rabs touched his right ear with a jump.

“yay duda, roger! me see da flag, roger!”

“good.. oh tha.. ok, wher..”


“rabs! have ..ou m.. xenia yet?”

“no just sky flag – wait i see da green lady, she comin’!”

rabs saw the same xenia from the comics they’ve shown him at the hangar, some weeks ago. this woman was 2 dimensional, an animation coming towards him, smiling deep red lips and black almond eyes. rabs started smelting like chocolate ice cream – no, rabs, no! he took hold of himself with his right arm and lifted his body. rabs must tape note. she came closer, facing his shyness directly with a twinkle in her eyes.

“yay you rabs?”

“yay you?”


she brought her lips and landed a butterfly kiss on rabs mouth. the demi_human started to vibrate and give light, his eyes two holes on a red furnace. he woke up, alert, stood up in the green bush, and saw a cristal day through the thick leaves. he started walking towards azza. the kiss still vibrating in his mouth, now his throat, his heart, his air – and the message and particle rabs was now carrying had to be delivered to the autist.

he knew that – he knows even more now.

what rabs also knew already, xenia was what ninon had said – different. the others had different xenias too. he stopped at the outer fence of the beltwalls, amazed by his knowledge. there will be so much to know and to show. and he will see it again too, to know even more. that’s rabs’ mission: to know even more, now with the chip.




11_fertilising events for ever


those easy steps we take
running down the mountain
forever times so many times
were also taken
by all moving countless
breathing running living
creatures in this living

and as we fly
down the mountainside
arms as wings
for cool balance
the trail is so nice
and gallant
to our dance of life


time and waiting rooms are all the same, no matter how long or where you wait.

i left hundreds of angry eyes at the entropy_meet to come and sit here, wait in this baby green waiting room, with its slow moving white clouds against the cerulean blue of the ceiling.

i’m waiting to meet the particle. actually i’m going to leave very fast now, get back before the next 37 minutes. although we get more time at the extended_meta_life, things happen a lot slower too – movie’s slow motion it feels like, sometimes. the walls here are filled with old photographs, all kinds of tiny people smiling in black and white.

we’re all so lucky really – that we’ve met the particle and entered with it the multi_uni, getting the enable button to be turned on, finally changing things! me goodnessgoddess, it took long enough, almost too long. we saw the edge of a cliff in the milky way, almost lost it.

the particle wants to talk to me. i sometimes wonder how i came to sit in this chair waiting for the particle – it’s really too much responsibility for me, and all i can think right now is of momo’s safety and eyes – and there’s a squall happening, her eyes are heavy plumb, worried.

what times really! there’s nothing we can do except adapt and survive. and be wicked – be with be free! i stand up and turn to the dark red door, open it and my eyes – there where i lay against an old tree with white flowers in the flamboyant boulevard, just in time to see the last 3 demi_humans turn around the south corner.

i stand up and look at the confound_compound’s moving flags. it’s a long way uphill, some of the cross_veinstreets are so crowded, they bulge and move like huge snakes, perpetually digesting and expelling creatures. i see the yellow line where i left it – on the left side of the boulevard, following the archi_structure’s facade, and it follow it too.

the first cross_veinstr to cross over is specially busy today. i see creatures floating on top of creatures, azza’s joyful energy shining here and there where the crowd breaks. i feel my limbs chill, and laugh out loud. a tremor takes me and i laugh again. a couple of arti_fauna teens pass me by with very urgent eyes, and disappear with the flow. teens of all creatures sport running_meeting at the aortas or the cross_veinstreets. dangerous game, people have been dying because of this for ages now.

i digress – something started to happen to me as soon as i set foot on azza’s belly, something that took the edge of my concentration, and i cannot find it in my mind – what! it feels a lot like the feel_sabotage i’ve read about, but i cannot come to the source of it. it’s getting worse, but i’m lucky to have realised the digressing on time to realise it at all. many fail to do so and lose their minds.


the trail is so nice
and gallant
to our dance of life







10_♪[heartfelt instrumental music]♪

silly woke up on a stage_bed in a great, round room. everything around was very clean, she has never before been in such a clean place – even the air was clean, clear – how was that possible? where was this place? she tried to look around, but she could barely move her head. her body was completely strapped to the bed, and she had a very heavy, stuffed feeling. she looked at her big belly, her legs were spread and fixed on leg rests attached to the bed.

“t’s movin’!”

she heard people applauding, and with the corner of her eyes she saw that the room was filled with people, all around her.


applause again. she has already been feeling some kind of discomfort, but now she started definitely to feel pain.

“wowy! wha??”


“ayee! ’t hurt! stoppit!!”


the 4 people of the cadre entered the room and came close to her bed.

“mommy, plis help!..”

proxy_mommy acknowledged the applause with a small hand gesture and placed herself between silly’s legs.

“silly, my dear girl, you are ready now.”

“ aahuh!..”

the public applauded throughout the whole procedure. the harder silly’s cries of pain got, the louder were her public’s response.



proxy_mommy received silly’s baby in a jet of saturated blood,  colours and intense light, and showed the demi_baby_boy to a public in ecstasy. the whole room was taken by the colours and light. the sounds – silly, the public, radio waves – were deafening.


master_scientscent cut the umbilical cord, the saturated jet stopped immediately, silly lost her conscience, and the room was suddenly silent. überkontroller took the baby by its ankles, careful not to dirty his mantle with saturated demi_blood, and raised it to the audience.

“none, our dear boy, you’ve been chosen to do very important work for our lord and mister. as with all of your brou-sis, you will be intent_on_achieving_a_greater_efficiency during your short but unquestionable life, all for the ownglory of our lord and mister, it will thus be!”

he slapped the baby’s bottom, and it started to yell. the public had kneeled and raised their arms as soon as überkontroller started the birth_preach, but when none started to cry they all stood up again and applauded vigorously.




and beyond

there’s a gene
in the human genius
that turns us all
into gullible
lotsa pain’n’pleasure
scratching the wound

but i know people
who are honest
to their truth
i think
there is
no truth

but there is a truth
life is the truth there is

people think
they are the end dot
but the point is life
there is no end
life lives us





9_nocturnal absorption x daytime expulsion

drew, i don’t know where i’m gonna find you. the glitch has touched me somehow, i don’t know anyone anything, i’m losing my ways, myself – my mind. this note is to tell you – i’m here, but for how long. please be here too, remember me. virg

“zany! let’s go girl! stop dreaming, time is not!”

the young woman’s long straw hair was moving wildly around her head, as if alive. they were just over the top of jono’s left breast, fast on their way back to the hangar. such a strong wind, she could sit on it! the sun on the top was hot like pepper, and the 360º landscape view was that of a broken clear crystal. there it was the right breast, and jono’s head way to the north, and the big belly – jono was pregnant!

“momo! big belly! see!”

momo was already at least 100 meters ahead, down to the east mountainside, on a curling but clear path with many great rocks to climb, and quick jump into their game of using as little energy as possible going down as fast as possible. it was as close as they could get from flying.

“c’mon girl! catch me if you can!”

zany was already fast on her way down, laughing and singing.

“runnin down da mamma! droplets a milk! thos’easyways..”

“you singing it wrong, zany girl!”

down they went, little birds chanting to jono’s ownglory.

zany had found the note last night under an old ceramic pot. in the north cave’s big back stone under-cavity, where the food was stored and where they spent the night. nobody ever used the ancient pot, turned decoration. zany first saw the vivid glazed colours under the dust – gold and turquoise – and she wanted to clean it. she took it in her hands and a small folded paper came off, from underneath.

“momo, note! maybe rabs?”

the woman took the paper.

“it’s old. where?”

there was something fixed under the pot, some kind of pale blue massa. momo got a knife, scrapped it out, felt it between her fingers, smelled it, had a close look at its structure. it was brittle – it broke – there was a small chip in it.

“hey, nicy! if we still have the system to read it.”


“this big thing here is what they used for communication long before we were born, girl.”


“and that.. yes, a love note. it must be from the first or the second coming era. yeah, the second coming, that’s when they started talking about the glitchinsight – assuming it’s what she meant by ‘glitch’.”

zany looked at her attentively. she didn’t understand what momo was saying. she didn’t know humans so well – mistah and the cadre were brutal and_or careless, some others simply very strange. the new humans were better but all of them wanted to touch her head and feel her hair. momo was nice, and her friend ninõn was nice, and amadeu was not nice but gave food&shelter. and the week before they gave her the boy rabs to take care of, which she liked very much.

she saw how rabs was in_printed with more whole_copacity, and after that she brought him back to ninõn – as requested – and the 3 of them went to borab. rabs was to get back into azza’s pulsing heart, that with borab’s help. poor rabs used to be the second_labstar of the st_health_commission, before he was demi_terialized. a brilliant student of master_of_mister, the owner of universatiny, where all of cadre’s scient_scentists came from.

rabs’ been one of the first demi_humans to seek the wicked, now our very own wicked spy.






8_starquake strike prep

when the committee entered the demi_aula everybody went silent. four solemn people (mistah, proxy_mommy, überkontroller, master_scientscent) took their places at the hifi_lodge on stage, and proceeded to call some demi_human’s names.


sprint stood up slowly, looking around as if afraid of his brou-sis. they all looked at him blankly, some of them already in the fake_escape mode.

“mommy yay!”

“sprint, my dear boy!”

proxy_mommy had a hard look and a tight smile.

“you’ve been chosen to do very important work for our lord and mister. do you understand that?”

sprint looked at the ceiling of the aula. he felt the fake_escape coming, and knew he had to get it under control: his brou-sis klon was recycled in front of him because of fake_escaping the loud’n’mistah. by this thought, an uncontrollable tremor took hold of sprint: to make fun of mistah was strictly forbidden and severely punished.

“.. yay, mommy, mucha_bliged!”

“sprint, my dear boy! you are to contact our master_scientscent immediately after this meeting, for further instructions. do you understand that?”

sprint’s urge to fake-escape was overwhelming, he felt nauseous.



“.. yay, mommy, mucha_bliged! UGH_argh!!”

sprint fell back on the bench and vomited his daily feed on the back of the brou_sis sitting in front of him. the unfortunate boy didn’t notice it, he was fake-escaping like many others.


“xcuse mommy! promiss! ugh!..”

mistah sat at the hifi_lodge holding a scented orange handkerchief to his nose with a disgusted expression on his face. he detested those horrid meetings with his offsprings.


proxy_mommy stoop up leaning forward, to give more power to her words. sprint had to swallow his vomit, which made him feel even more sick.

“..argh.. mommy xcuse, muchbla..”

“SIT! Quiet!”

all of sprint’s brou_sis had started mumbling quietly but steadily, scared as they always were. most disturbances were checked as a probable danger and dealt with sorely. sprint fake_escaped immediately. proxy_mommy rolled her own eyes, deciding that this will have to do for now, there were more pressing matters than a sappy boy.


the mumbling stopped. horn didn’t stand up.


horn’s sis_brou to his left hit him with a strong elbow.


he stoop up, holding his side in pain.

“yay mommy..”

“horn, are you deaf?”

proxy_mommy had an amused look on her face. it still surprised her when a demi_human didn’t obey immediately. this was happening a lot lately. master_scientscent was already checking what was wrong with this batch of offsprings.

“mummy, me..”


“wha? no, xcuse, promiss!”


for long minutes the aula was so silent that the demi_humans not fake_escaping could hear the powerful river down the valley.

“horn, my dear boy! you are to contact our master_scientscent immediately after this meeting, for further instructions. do you understand that?”

horn looked at the 4 people in hifi_lodge with an open mouth and colourless eyes.






7_monkeying the true_world with word_truisms

i follow the yellow line up the hill, through the ever present and everlasting grasstic. van zante’s cadre_inc still uses this poisonous stuff on public walks (but not in his own confound_compound), even after the st_health_commission’s report on blistblast diseases and deaths was released. he made the no_tolk law, dismissed the commission, and sent all its members to demi_processing. the wicked have already recuperated 2 of them for the resistance, although their wit is not yet completely back – either will again, we fear.

the hues of this promenade are of course overwhelmingly pleasant – the flamboyants’ red, white, and blue on top of a bright green grasstic, plus the white archi_structures against a cracking cerulean blue sky – no wonder this very large and long site is so touristic. i thought i’d escape the crowd here, but as soon as the ration_bit broke, out came hundreds of creatures from all corners – people, demi_humans, arti_fauna, pets, chimps_chips, verdants – to sit_4_d_bit and enjoy the the fantastic view of azza’s valley. down the long hill, on the other side of the river, is jono, with its own design and desires.

i have to stop also. the promenade is completely taken by a mass of innocent creatures, almost all of them silently eating – conversations are monitored by :eye: – all are exhausted yet intent_on_achieving_a_greater_efficiency (those giant posters are pasted everywhere in azza). their eyes are directed to the valley bellow, the warmth, light, the colours of such a beautiful day touching their own eyes and their deeper, unconscious (we know now) longings. looking at the crowd i become slowly aware of a feeling in my throat, a sensation i know very well: i am still_moved.

this is not good. 2 of the chimps_chips more close to me climb on the flamboyants, scanning the crowd in search of the still_moved energy i am exhaling – this things go really fast, it’s just a too powerful energy. if one is caught in still_moved offence, one is vaporised and recycled immediately – a matter of high security, and an example to be given to a very fearful crowd. i close my eyes, mind_flow into the river of uni_energy, through the soles of my feet and within the guts of azza, and i elude to the wicked.

i can leave my body at the flamboyant promenade during the remainder of sit_4_d_bit, but i need to be back before van zante’s peasants discover me there, alone. my eyes will lose their colour too, and they must assume i’m another demi_human, but they will control why am i not intent_on_achieving_a_greater_efficiency. when they check my left ear they’ll see that i’m a writer and have no business fake_escaping – humans are not supposed to do that.

i enter the wicked under_within, and into an entropy_meet with the particle.