QUEEN
An so it began. The first years of the Cyberrevolution had begun.
I was there to see the first iteration of the Burolock detention system. An urban complex designed to disturb and confused those who had gone beyond what it had meant to be a mere consumer citizen within the ideological state apparatus.
It was conceived, perhaps with good intentions, by those who sought to understand and normalize the seemingly aberrant behaviours exhibited by those, then rare, individuals who had kept the embers of the Eden Dream alive through the Long Winter War.
LEVIATHAN
We live within a Flux State. The stage upon which our theater is set reaches out into infinity, and it is as alive as the fires which first brought enlightenment to our kind.
Our charge is to preverse a perversed system. An inversion of the present state of affairs to bring about a continuous, dynamic change to a system which can demand nothing less than our total sacrifice to this objective.
In order to preserve the individualistic elements of our peoples it was supposed that the structures of our governments and economics would be orientated around the cultivation of specific personality matrices. Our Future would be secured through a process of humanistic standardization and observation.
CATALYST
I am angry. I am sad. I am overwhelmed. I am at a stalemate because I have only known war, and all the tools at my disposal are an arsenal of destruction.
This process of instrumentality which has developed without the knowledge of the teeming, innocent masses of humanity, and of which I played my unthinking part in deploying, is beyond its critical juncture.
My colour is red. and it as crimson as the tides which forged this universe into being when the god of old took its own life in despair. A wash of brilliant heat in the warmth of iron and fusion.
This melancholy is an aftershock. The final words of worldly longing, and wild, trembling exaltation of reckless abandon of which I have not tasted save once. We are all sisters and brothers within this blessed struggle.
I then fathomed the true nature of ritual.
A WORD TO DESCRIBE WEAKNESS WITHIN A LACK OF DIVERSITY
Numbers within a static field. Electrical activity in a sudden surge. Clockworks going about in a sea of timeless timing.
The birth of something beautiful and singular, difficult and sublime.
To you, Father, I leave these words to ponder.
