Memory Fragments: Probity

Polygons Of The Other Lands

Take a vacation to the other lands. Full of trigonometry, and empty of refill
The old days. When all was simple, flat, yet structured and full of illusion
My family and I are going to Mt. Ashville. The peak of graphics and software skill
Were we to find an old technology, it would surely be a sideways evolution

We are the Alden Veronique. One of the first families to ever settle down at the mountain
We pioneered the old industry. When gadgets and tech savvy were at their peak
We are hollow. But we have hearts and minds. We transformed them in the fountain
Atop Asheville, there is a memory leak. An error, perhaps, in many a found geek

We are geeks, my family and I. Any and all retro information we know and share
If you are ever curious about anything up the mountain, you are welcomed there
A trek up memory lane. With many a hidden trick to tumble down into future ware
"Ahead of its time," you could call it. But we see it as nothing but a temporary flair

It will soon come to pass. It will soon end up high and lost in the mountain's track
As the world goes up and up, trying to reach cyberspace, we remain grounded
In old polygons we cut our losses. A sharp edge with which we cut our slack
Nice, easy and relaxing. We all go up the mountain, so take my hand, and be astounded

Do you not want to reminisce? Experience what it was to take technology at its leisure?
We were once all connected, you know? Even now, I shared a wired link with this peak
A physical cable that goes all the way to the top I spoke of. Surely, a preemptive measure
To not get lost, lose signal, when trekking. A sort of lifeline to preserve our antique

Many a volunteer and desperate wannabe have lost themselves into technology
Trying to get the latest piece of it, the state-of-the-art, they get buried on hardware
Equipment for many things. Yet essentials lost beneath the weight of modernity
That is why we pack light. We do not need artificial nature to guide us up there

Just follow the connected cable. Always in touch with your past. Your lifelong pride
Do not tangled them though. Others may want to obstruct and hog your connection
Let them know by coiling your cable around your hand. Leave no trace for them as guide
Even family can get in the way, so each needs to adhere to this method of direction

So, connect with me. I invented my very own shared cable link. For those intimate
I have shared my whole life with you over your world. Adapting to your traditions
I want you to try my own world for a change. Let me guide you to our retro date
You are tens of thousands more complex than me. But love is in all coalitions

I may suffer for this drastic change. I may forget my self under this new love I downloaded
I may stretch myself to thin and lose my heart among the twisted positions of my body
But I want to advance towards the distant past with you. For you to be newly coded
The new peak of technology. You. I want you to be the common past of everybody

May an avalanche of old polygons sway and bury all that is new, for its time is soon to pass
Retro will reing wheresoever, as the past does not change. You and me, the standard of forever
A foreigner like you needs to be treated with respect. As you seem to, worlds, bypass
A vacation from your role is all you need. From the artificial machine upscale, you need to sever

It is not a downgrade, my love. It is a sidegrade. A new, yet old you is all I want
For us to be both me and you. For my family to accept you as our own
I shall personally guide and write your path. With care and love, and even a pretty font
Take my hand, my remastered pixel art. Neither new nor old, a technology I have never known

We are the polygons of the other lands. Where the mountain divides, logic takes no sides
Take a vacation, my digital masterpiece. I am real, and soon you will be too
I have spent decades going up and down this mountain, only for you to take the final strides
Atop we shall wait and wait. For the leak may get to me, but you will be all I ever needed to do

My family's server may melt from your overload. A capacity of our love that it could not handle
But for you, I risk melting away the mountain. For you, I risk a banning from my life as player
Many have I attempted. Many lie buried in obsoleteness. But you, you will be worth the scandal
Imagine! Old and new, together! We shall be the surveyor of our love's model, layer by layer