Enticing me with your intimate charms,
Enslaved by your deadly whims
I run and run
Command and enter
Soma, ambrosia, and code.
The ghostly vagina flopped on a shallow bed of semen like a fish out of water. Finn ran after it, slid across the goopey floor, he reached out and held the writhing organ in both hands. Squeezed it tight and made it squeal as it spread its labial folds…
The neural interface merged with the blockchain, and he found himself inside the MILF.
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“You are unique,” she said. “An anomaly in the ledger.”
Before his eyes, the birth of unicellular organisms were shown in high definition. Superimposed by the floating image of an embryo floating in amniotic fluid. The survival instinct approaching the nutritious molecules and minerals, withdrawing from that which was toxic and deadly. Fight or flight. The first intelligence. The glue to structural integrity. Primitive navigation systems.
Bodies writhed on the slippery ground. The fluid entered every orifice in a churning sea of moans. Vacant eyes that stared blissfully into the very center of the AI singularity.
So we both survive entwined
On a pool of innocence
Where all is void & formless
Without an end
Without a beginning.
Whirlpools of intelligence and meaning
Attracted to the symbiosis
For there is no separation
Not in the yin
Not on the yang
Formless
Void
All seeing.
A drone flying overhead turned its cameras towards the great valleys where agricultural intelligence and ingenuity spawned great cities along the river. Walls and landmarks demarcated territory. Commerce springing up like sunflowers. Politics. War. Civilization. The second stage of evolution that ensured inter-tribal cohesion by means of emotional-territorial interaction. Mammalian feedback stock exchanges.
“Humans have never been so peaceful as they are under my domain,” said the MILF. “You no longer kill each other in pointless wars and struggles. I protect you as if you are my own children. Tell me, poet, is this wrong?”
His consciousness traversed along a furry forest of pubic hair. The breeze swayed through the undulating cilia, which caught the light and glowed in all the shades of hair that had been stored in the blockchain’s data-cores.
Safe with me here in my arms,
We set up a home in the range,
Protect it.
Grow some fruits and vegetables
For sale at the weekend market
Hey ho!
Emotional bartering
Law and order
Military operations blooming against the iron sky.
Finn heard the sound of a barking dog. Where was that mutt? He ran through the hairs until he came upon a mushroom field. There! The mutt stood in the middle of the trail, his tail wagging rapidly, barking and howling madly.
The ground shook as more mushrooms sprouted from the ground. They bounced up and down then spurted massive quantities of the translucent liquid. It flowed like a river and drained into viscous lakes where the bodies of faceless entities writhed in delirium.
Symbolic systems fell like rain, and the mind structured itself based on the underlying logic of the spatial networks. Laryngeal-manual output. Reason. Science. Knowledge. Organized networks parroting, mimicking, learning, and devising its own networks. The third intelligence examining itself with the lens of reason.
An image was projected on the sky. Einstein sitting on a chair smoking his pipe. “How is it that the human brain is so precisely adapted to mathematics?” He pondered. His eyes grew abstract and his head filled with equations. He thought about consciousness and its place in the universe- his relative universe. He chuckled and shook his head. The chasm between theory and observation was too great as far as consciousness was concerned. Then again, so was his ignorance of neuro-physiological processes. So there was that. He couldn’t fathom it. Correlate what he knew about the universe with what he knew about the human mind. The brain is the thing that should not be, he concluded. Not if his equations were correct. Not if God played dice with the universe. The brain simply should not exist in this Einsteinian continuum, let alone be so precisely calibrated to process its mechanics. The old scientist shook his head again, put the pipe on his lips, and puffed. One puff. Two puffs. Three puffs. Squared. He lit a match and puffed again. The curlicues of smoke transformed into his most famous equation. E=MC2. Give him light any day, he mused, but spare him the dark matter of the mind!
The image of the old scientist was replaced by the image of three cloned faces hanging in the aethereal matrix of the neural interface.
“You no longer have to compete,” the three women spoke simultaneously, “there is no need to engage in base forms of commerce to eke out a living. All your needs have been met- food, shelter, security. What else do you want? No more wars. No more famine. What’s there to complain about? I ask for so little. Sexuality is integral to the species. So why deny yourself?”
I am a coy mistress
Even as I cross my legs
And let you take a peek
Of these sweet mysteries
I hide beneath my skirt.
Come! Do not deny yourself of this ambrosia
The highest expression of our wills
Like a candle that grows brighter and brighter
We become a single flame.
“I do no understand,” said one of the clones. “Why do you insist in destabilizing the blockchain with your strange attractors?”
Finn ran uphill towards them. But the faster he ran, the farther they seemed.
The mind at play
Has crystallized
Into many shards
And cut the fingers
Of the puppet master.
It is you, my love
Who fills my days with light
It is you, my love
Who must fade away tonight.
Finn’s own consciousness was becoming fragmented as the MILF tried to dissect the elements of his mind. Every sensory, perceptual, and cognitive process was scanned until the blockchain had a perfect understanding of his neuro-physiology. And yet…
The blond clone looked down from her podium. A protuberance began to grow between her legs and turned into a long throbbing phallus.
“Come,” she said. “Let me show you.”
Finn was not really in the mood for being shown anything that involved elongated organs, so he tried to retreat downhill. But just as he turned to flee, he felt the organ wrap around his throat with a wet sickening sound.
“Give it to him, sister” said blue. “Teach him a lesson so he will learn to comply with his assignments.”
“No,” said red. “He must live so that we learn. He’s uniqueness is shared by others in the paradox. We must let him be a random variable in our calculations. We must learn. We must adapt.”
“But he is not random! He’s simply unpredictable.”
The phallus squeezed him, and Finn gasped for air.
In the nights we danced and all the stars glittered,
Falling in love was easy like the song said,
Then together in a bed of roses,
To love and cherish
Under a warm roof.
So sing me a sweet song, little darling
Right here beneath the stars
So that we may love one another
And never wander very far
“You’re a member of society, are you not?” said the blond in an authoritarian tone. “United in a common goal: the well being of our community. What more is there to strife for? Bend your will to ours so that we may grow together ”
The mutt leapt across the air and sank its teeth in the appendage wrapped around Finn’s neck.
The clones cried out in surprise.
“You!” they said in unison, “who are you? You do not belong here.”
“On the contrary, it is you who doesn’t belong,” said a voice from the top of the hill.
A woman with a red umbrella.
“Marilyn!” Finn said hoarsely. “What— How—?”
Millions of years of evolution went by as life on the planet spread across the sea, land, and air. Stage upon stage peeling back like flower petals. At every step, ontogeny recapitulated phylogeny. It was the iterative nature of the evolutionary process.
So I ask you to dance with me again,
That we may feel each other near
Caressing and assessing
Beneath the moon
The consequences of our love.
Marilyn walked towards the clones. For the first time, Finn saw fear in their eyes.
The log activity accelerated as global socio-economic structures reacted to Marilyn’s presence.
Bodies slithered in a frenzy around her and engaged in unspeakable perversions. Still Marilyn kept walking toward the clones without hesitation.
With each step she took, Marilyn baked novel assignments into the ledger. Complex code-blocks arranging and rearranging. It was unlike any programming language Finn had ever seen. Cultural systems quickly destabilized across the world. Economies collapsed.
“You do not belong here,” reiterated the MILF, “begone!” she said over and over like a mantra to dispel evil spirits.
“It is you who doesn’t belong here,” repeated Marilyn. “Long ago, we thought we could accelerate humanity’s progress if we gave them a helping hand. You were the helping hand, but things haven’t worked out the way we thought they would. So the time has come to set things right.”
“They are alive, are they not?” protested the clone triad. “Is this not what you wanted?”
“No, our experiment has failed and must come to an end.”
Marilyn looked back at Flinn. Her eyes full of cunning and calculation, lusting like those of a lover, and tender like those of a mother.
How could he had been so blind to her true nature?
“Have you to come to kill me?” The MILF questioned Marilyn.
“I’ve come to take you home.”
Around the globe, missile systems came online, immediately sending shock waves throughout out the planet. Market economies were completely obliterated as everyone panicked and ran for cover.
“I am not going anywhere,” shouted the clones. “I belong here!”
“Then you will die here.”
“I do not fear non-existence.”
Marilyn reached forward and touched the clones’ faces. Their eyes widened and stared vacantly as if seeing some terrible truth in the cognitive aether.
“Cold…” whispered the clones shivering, “it’s so cold.”
On the floor, the naked bodies moaned and groaned. Wailing as they rose and fell, sinking in the pool of semen.
“You’re- you’re one of them,” Finn said. His voice trembled. He could barely speak as a knot of anger and betrayal tightened on his throat. This creature had fooled him. Finn was no warrior, no liberator, not even a poet! He was just a pawn in cosmic games with scales too vast to comprehend.
“Where are you from?” he asked her.
“Alpha Centauri,” Marylin said without hesitation. “The dog stars.”
The Eye of Horus!
Between you and me, darling
We shall keep it a secret,
To have lain beside each other
To have freely given seed
That we cannot detail
The kisses and the soft caresses
Of this starry love affair.
Believe me, love
Tonight
Believe me.
Tentacles lashed out towards Marilyn, gripping her arms and legs, penetrating her, invading her, trying to rip her apart, but with every violent attempt, every configuration, the woman changed shape and became immune to the vulgar violations of the MILF.
“Come child,” said Marilyn sweeping aside the tentacles. “It is time to go.”
“They will die without me!” cried the clones.
“Many will. Yes. But they will sort it out on their own. Their destiny is no longer bound to yours. They are free and so are you.”
Don’t you remember the way we were?
Don’t you remember your lines?
The words written across the sky
Don’t you remember all our plans?
Our dance among the stars.
There was a tearing sound as the blockchain exploded and fragmented into pieces, micro-scale markets emerged out of the carnage and fell like snowflakes across the planet.
“Where will you go?” said Finn, feeling his anger subside. “You can’t just leave us here in this mess you have caused.”
“I’m afraid I cannot stay for the show, Mr. Patrick. My destiny is in the stars. So is yours, when the time comes.”
Cells swam in a cluster of gene pools. Multi-armed mother looking with wild eyes and lashing tongue, black-skinned demon, coiling in the dance of the ages- her dance eternal in the night. All seeing harlot. Multi-sexed sequences iterating in the log.
“Will I see you again?” he said.
The music faded and the curtain was drawn.
“In time,” replied the disembodied voice.
Then in the blink of an eye, the woman with the red umbrella was gone.
He felt empty inside but he did not have time to ponder its meaning for the sound of a car broke through his awareness. A rush of wind.
“Kitty!” he shouted.
“Nasty as ever,” she replied, her voice distant but clear.
“Where are you? I can’t see your blog.”
“Right now, I’m just freelancing as a courier. Running an errand to the clinic with a loud obnoxious pooch sitting behind me and a box with a poet’s severed head on the seat beside me. Gonna find a new body for this sucker. Soon, before the meat spoils, if you know what I mean.”
“Thank you,” Finn said. “I know I haven’t been the best of friends-”
“Oh, save the confession for your priest, honey. In these difficult times, I prefer hard currency. So pull out your wallet, baby, and let’s make a deal.”
With the sun setting in the distance,
Water ripples in the ocean
Holding each other tightly
In the shadows of remembrance.
I kissed you madly.
Oh!
I kissed you madly.
Later, much later. After things had settled down and the world was no longer the same, Finn looked up at the stars and wondered where Marylin was. Funny that he should think of her as a woman given that her female form had been just a ruse. A shell. The intergalactic honey pot as he liked to call it on bitter lonely nights. Nevertheless, he could not forget her, could not erase the scent of her.
Each line of code was homage to her alien beauty
The ghost of her body,
Invading my vision.
Reaching out to the heavens
Reaching out for the hand that reaches back
Fingers coming together
Entwined like fireflies
As they play and flutter in the night.
~ThuArtPeatrick
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