whiskey & fire

Pic, sobo graph

wood,concrete,brick

scary jack o lantern idea

Waxing

Perhaps the wordy words call me again. The twitch, the urge, the pull of my planet's center. Perhaps the roll comes. The turn over, the way back, the way again, the noticed ripples upon my literal mind. The same, the new other refreshed and levied. The articles proposing subjects and description. The need, the greed, the bleeding excellence. The stain named and cataloged. The spelling from witch to raven, the black animals sneaking about. About what. The fire fore and before. The life yet not dead. The cake and the addictive additive too.  The extra letter, the forgotten secrets of name, nickname, and fraudulent entry. Lax creatures of waxen visage. The manikin zombies bereft of eyes or valley like canals. The message. The message. The message spoken thrice. These are the counted, the coined, the melted and reformed. This is the next bit. Lodged deep in frothing mouths, led by a lead blind and bewildered. But yet blank and base in its direction. The cardinals sing with the other birds from north to east to past to future. Quaint mechanics laid bare by observed observers. The miracle of existence shared. This is me made you. The final first finale, waving onward to those that follow. 

Glimer

How about a different vein?

Needle up boys, cause this one is about mass murder violence in society and the societal solution of mass surveillance.

As the number and severity of mass murders, terrorist actions, and WMD shorthand grows throughout the 21st, fewer and fewer people worried about losing their freedom to the promise of security.

In a world of individuals no longer commonly coerced by groupthink morals and the opiate of religion, in a world of individuals with access to instant radicalization and the ever effective complete narco psycho reactive abandonment of sanity shutdown....  in a world where each face of Mankind could easily slip into justification, planning, and acting a wish to murder his fellows...  in such a world everyone must be watched.

Full, and utter surveillance.  No more privacy, just illusion.  But no one really cares of the loss.

And frankly, that loss is not what this story is about.

As Mankind grew more dangerous to itself, and its planet, Mankind was growing together with the technology of connection, computing, correlation, and correction.  At some point near the advent of the 22nd century, the information devices had moved from our hands to our heads, to finally enshroud our system of sensory input and output.  The "Shrouds" became one with us.  We carried the augmented reality around with us under such brand names as "Halo" and "Green Eyes".  We carried the wall in front of our face.  The shrouds enhanced all sound and visual information through highly sensitive pickup clusters.  The shrouds led us around all the new levels of existence in virtual worlds inside the box we all now lived in.  There was no more outside world.  There was already too much to keep up with in the box world.

And as more and more people left the real world, walking around in head capsules that claimed to free them from ignorance of any stimuli, any facet of the world real or unreal, any threat, or cheat.... there of course would be those who learned to hack that system, to sneak beneath perception.  Strange, gifted, and almost invisible men began to move through the self blinded herd.  There was rumor of their existence in the cold, spooky forums.  Like boogie men described around the virtual campfire of thousands... their name was whispered. 

"Did you see that?  I think it was a Glimer."


With only One m.

One short of seeing the unseen.


And the Glimers steal.   And the Glimers see.  They hunt, forage, and counterfoil the seaweed we have become.


. . .

Exogamy, and Keller Thoughts

Exogamy

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exogamy

Perhaps some sparking of thought in the cultural considerations of Keller.
Is there a drive to enforce marriage and breeding outside the groups.  Do the various gangs desire exogamy to protect genetic diversity. Would the outcome of violent competitions dictate who breeds.

We may have already covered this material, but hey, it's been a while.

Came across the terms exogamy and endogamy in the Analog.  Interesting terms, and a piece of inspiration.

• How does this society work
• If the Bell system is fully designed to bring about the desired outcomes of Dyson construction and Generational ships construction, what design was put into maintaining the society of workers.
• cultural controls
• infrastructure controls
• genetic controls
• Would there be separate castes
• manual labor space rock miners
• technically adept workers fabricating the finished materials from the raw ore
• even higher up technicians, implementing final construction and installation
• channel a little Brave New World here?
• Who's in power
• I'm morally in a agreement with the aim of the Bell system
• But it's the pursuit of the mystery that would be interesting
• what form does the system take
• where did it come from
• where is it going
• what is the triumph, the goal... both in the character's personal journey, and in the character of Mankind as a whole
• what kind of choice was made to change Man from loosely social primates to a more orchestrated, almost hive like species

Pic, ride on, Petty