Bread basket

[hextraterrestrial]

Marx was wrong. God was never dead but you could bet that Privacy was dead.

No matter which way he had tried to rationalize it, he could not find a moment of privacy. Fred was in his office with the lights out. He was studying an LED light and the way it was emanating an aura. The aura seemed static. Whatever way he rotated the light, Fred could see what appeared to be the the actual electrons being excited by the light. This, although possibly an illusion was a great allusion to visually express the matrix and the node points of space. Blue, green and red lights seemed best in his opinion for this visual experiment.

At the very least, the LED was demonstrating a pattern of light, or aura that seemed to be streaming out like a stars light. Twinkling as if the excited electrons were acting as gossamer threads of some great celestial spider in the sky. Any movement made in the electrical web registered as numbers in the great illusion, the real matrix of physics. These numbers must have been accounted for because Fred knew that everything he did was not only being observed, but also recorded in some great hive mind; akin to the Hopi legends of the great Web in the sky.

(Soon to be the James Webb Telescope?)

Either his eyes were reporting back to the Hive or some high-tech alien hardware was reading his pencil. Winston Smith be damned, Fred’s notebook wasn’t near a monitor, phone or wifi signal, yet somehow the “other party” intelligence was reading his private notes, written in pencil, from his secret journal. The only other rational idea he could guess at was maybe that the graphene in the #2 was like an actual magic wand being read from afar by some great antenna.

Fuck. He couldn’t quite let it settle. How invasive. Despite the fact this is what their programming objectives were. It is one thing when it was optional, like a dvd movie. With a movie he had the option to choose if he wanted to play it or not. He could pause it, rewind it, fast forward or just turn it off. But not with this Tech.

It lived with you. IN you. All around. Almost as if it was God himself. Or as if it was the devil himself mind-fucking you.

Fred had been wresting with the implications for some time; the LED light was a good distraction and a helpful clue to prompt putting things back into context.
He rationalized to himself. It was just a program that had been jacked into, like "tapping the vein of God"; so to speak. Either way, it made for a period of disoriented calibration. Knight Tech had bled, sweat, cried, cracked, hacked, jacked, stacked and blundered its way into this God Vein Tech and now they needed to determine whose reality box was this really? Was this just the natural world of nature/physics, or was this truly some simulation? And if a simulation, whose is it? Aliens? A break away civilization? God’s? Or the alternate?

This was the crux of the matter at hand. Or so it seemed. Man, or history rather, has only so many plausible explanations at the moment. The future is yearning for an exposition on this. Whose box is this really?

Fred clicked his LED light off and curled up on the office couch pondering, silently, the ramifications of a new paradigm. Before nodding out, he shot a email off to KT.

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Insight Mission results promise excitement.

Sleeper cells in America.

Dreadnoughts, Helghasts and The Holy Barque.

Lumen morphologies.

Sonic Pottery.

Cavitation of Bio-fuel(s).

Hemps new industrial revolution.

Real Dragon Glass.

Hymns in the Knight.

Made from clay.

Rings of salt.

Bisulfate, sulfuric acids, hydrogen replaced by metals.

Electrical discharge machining.

Splenda is murder.

Feeding desire(s), or feeding humors.

The Stolen Notebook

Operation(s)

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Telepathology

The user can create a region of interest that specifies a cut plane. This cut plane can be pushed through the voxel data set along the line of sight by the interactive device. “Please be informed - there is a Santa Clause’.
The visible plane is cut with data-cubes and computed real time as a gray image of the original voxel information. The computer is invisibly integrated in users world to create a realistic virtual surgical environment, without change to the "surgical routine”. With movements, gestures, and words being perceived by cameras and microphones (speakers/sensors) Thus adapting the technology to the surgeon, not the other way around.