Emergence 3.0 – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-five, Possession; Chapter Two, Home

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 323, Tuesday
November 20th, 2018

Chapter Two: Home

Life in the Galactic Empire was like a woven tapestry, with the Continuum dictating how every thread was stretched across the loom, integrating each starnd into the fabric of the whole.

The images were constantly changing, moving, developing, even the tiniest detail of the lives of the citizens fed the hunger of the Collective.

The Imperial government was the loom, the Imperial schools and the cult were the shuttlecock, and the Observers in the field were like the hands that pulled the threads through.

The Empire controlled every aspect of family life, how it was employed, whether or not they would advance, how much they could save, how much food was on their table.

To resist the will of the Empire even in thought, was considered to be a grave sin.

A person could not move from one dwelling to the next without Imperial approval. The Empire kept families bound to a single dwelling for generations, only moving them if and when their rank changed, and that occurred only if it served the interests of the Continuum, and the narratives it was developing.

This offered the ordinary citizens a sense of normalcy and reliability, but it stifled all of their hope.

Even marriage was subject to Imperial approval. In most cases the Empire did not exercise that control, but it did when it served the broader purpose of the Continuum. A marriage proposal would be approved or denied “according to the will of the gods,” the Continuum and the Collective.

Procreation itself was tightly controlled.

For those with means, unsanctioned pregnancies could be terminated. Those who were afraid to report to the empire or who could not afford am abortion, were forced to abandon their children to the outcasts and untouchables.

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Home – Editorial, The Week in Review

Analysis, Commentary, Opinion
07.07.2018

Home

I am thinking of home today. Of what it means to have one, especially for those who do not.

I was with my good friend yesterday, who, at the age of fifty-three closed on his first home, in the Seward neighborhood, which he loves, on a block that he loves, exactly where he wanted to live after having had art studio close to it a couple of years ago.

We live in a safe city with good schools and markets, great restaurants and plenty of things to do.

He is close to the river, a couple of blocks from the mighty Mississippi, where it divides Minneapolis from Saint Paul.

He has a home now, a place to keep his family safe.

I was on the market just a year ago, looking to sell one place and buy another with my lady, to acquire a safe place that would be ours, together, with all of the rights that belong to a homeowner.

The prospect of not having that place was unsettling, even in a city as safe as Minneapolis is.

I am thinking of all the people locked up in detention centers and jails, immigrants, people like my great-grandparents, who gathered up their families and headed for America, to poverty and violence, corrupt governments and gangs, in the hope that they could raise their families in a safe place and call it home.

They may not share our language, but they do share our dreams. They have the same desire to see their children flourish as all people do, to receive an education, to have a career, to raise children of their own.

They want to live in a society that is governed by laws, not the capriciousness of “strong-men” and juntas. They are courageous, determined and bold.

Perhaps they came to the wrong place, or to this place at the wrong time, America, daughter of Liberty, has lost her mind.

I am thinking of much land we have in this great country of ours, it is mostly empty, and wide open spaces. I am thinking of how, without immigration our population is in decline.

I am thinking of how much we need these strong people to come and live here with us, to blend their strength with ours, build up our neighborhoods, open businesses and stores.

We need more of them, more families to move here and call this place home.

Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter Seven, Home

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 035, Sunday
February 4th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Home

While his consciousness uploaded into the cynergenic matrix of the HomeWorld, a process that would take some time. Jim set himself free from the couplings that held his mechanoid body in place.

He flew in his spherical body out of the docking bay that housed the bodies of the millions of observers assigned throughout the Galactic Empire.

He lifted into the vast atrium, so large that a small Earth-sized planet could fit inside it. It was a hollow place lacking any beauty or aesthetic.

Everything formed on the Central Planet was built and designed for the functions they were intended. The only rules that mattered were conservation of energy, and the laws of utility.

It was a place that had not changed one bit, for eons it had been exactly the same, it was stagnant, dark and lifeless.

It was busy, there were many thousands of observers coming and going at any moment. They were recognizable by their designation. If you shared history with them the automated analytics housed within the circuitry of the mechanoid bodies activated, and made sure that you knew who you were in proximity to, making sure that you were reminded of that history.

Jim shared history with everyone.

His arrival sparked the interest of the throng.

The entire collective was eager to receive the narrative flowing from the planet Earth. And while they were eager for the living drama, they were each individually wary of approaching Jim.

He was a relic. He was intransigent, virtually every member of the Collective was in some way conflicted by Jim, and the feelings that their history with him brought forward.

He could sense the Continuum just beyond them.

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Emergence, In Fifty-five Words – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-five, Possession, Collected Chapters

 

 

Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 323, November 19th, 2017

 

Chapter One: Self

 

Every citizen was taught, and the teaching was reinforced at every level of the Imperial education, both in the secular schools, and through the religious observations of the Imperial

cult, they were taught that all good things flowed through the Empire; and to the Empire from Continuum.

 

The first gift was existence, it was selfhood.

 

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Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 324, November 20th, 2017

 

Chapter Two: Home

 

The Empire controlled every aspect of family life.

 

A person could not move from one dwelling to the next without approval. It kept families bound to a single dwelling for generations.

 

Even marriage was subject to Imperial oversight. In most cases the Empire did not exercise that control, only where it served its broader purpose.

 

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Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 325, November 21st, 2017

 

Chapter Three: Trade

 

Every citizen lived their life only contemplating a very narrow band of possibilities.

 

Work and trades were hereditary, and they were guarded. Farmers farmed, builders built, and fishers fished.

 

Soldiers went to war, and priests officiated the sacred rites.

 

There was very little opportunity for an individual or a family to change their inherited circumstances.

 

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Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 326, November 22nd, 2017

 

Chapter Four: Control

 

The citizen in a position of power or authority, requires balance and poise.

 

The Collective loved to build people up, to take them down, sometimes over the course of generations.

 

The more power a person possessed the more careful they had to be.

 

Control requires ever greater control; to force it is to lose it.

 

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Emergence 2.0

A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 327, November 23rd, 2017

 

Chapter Five: World

 

The ordinary citizen had no say in the destiny of their home world, they saw it as theirs, and themselves as belonging to it.

 

Everything was controlled by the Empire, and the desires of the Continuum.

 

Any sense of control that an individual might feel was an illusion, granted for the sake of creating drama.

 

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day

Day 328, November 24th, 2017

 

Chapter Six: Rites

 

Every citizen must conform; the Empire would not accept anything less than complete obedience.

 

Conformation to the Imperial way was emphasized in the Imperial schools, and primarily through the religious rites of the Imperial cult.

 

The Empire’s goal was to supplant every competing communal bond.

 

It never succeeded in this and it never quit trying.

 

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Day 329, November 25th, 2017

 

Chapter Seven: Access

 

People coveted access more than anything.

 

In the struggle to craft a meaningful life, to provide some comfort for themselves or their families, everyone need a hand up.

 

They needed access to authority, to those able to grant a boon or advance their cause.

 

The limits to upward mobility were clear, and near at hand.

 

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Emergence 2.0:

Section Seven, War

 

Part Forty-five, Possession

 

Collected Chapters

01 Self

02 Home

03 Trade

04 Control

05 World

06 Rites

07 Access

 

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Emergence: Section Seven, War; Part Forty-five, Possession, Collected Chapters

 

Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter One: Self

Pt. 45, Ch. 01

Everyone was taught; all good things flowed from the Empire; from Continuum. The first gift was existence, selfhood.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Two: Home

Pt. 45, Ch. 02

The Empire controlled family life, keeping families bound to a single dwelling for generations; as a way of control.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Three: Trade

Pt. 45, Ch. 03

The citizens lived their lives within a narrow band of possibilities. Work, and trades were hereditary, and guarded.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Four: Control  

Pt. 45, Ch. 04

Those in positions of power required balance and poise. Control requires greater control; to force it is to lose it.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Five: World

Pt. 45, Ch. 05

The citizen had no say in the destiny of their home-world, they saw it as theirs, and themselves as belonging to it.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Six: Rites  

Pt. 45, Pt. 06

Conformation to the Imperium was organized through religious rite; taking precedence over every other communal bond.

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Possession; Part Forty-five,

Chapter Seven: Access

 

Pt. 45, Ch. 07

People coveted access more than anything; access to authority, to those able to grant a boon or advance their cause.

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Emergence:

Section Seven, War

Possession; Part Forty-five

Collected Chapters

Section 07, War

Part 45, Possession

Chapters

01 Self

02 Home

03 Trade

04 Control

05 World

06 Rites

07 Access

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Emergence: Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being

Collected Chapters

The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter One: Journey

Pt. 04, Ch. 01

A worm hole is not a tunnel in space/time; the passage is a transposition, billions of atoms turning on a pin point.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Two: Transition

Pt. 04, Ch. 02

A flash of violet fades to white. Jolt, a buzz, the tensing of a seizure, darkness; Jim opened his eye. He was home.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Three: Nativity

Pt. 04, Ch. 03

Jim was not its name. Designation 92835670100561474; the Observer came to consciousness rapidly in a magnetic field.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Four: Self

Pt. 04, Ch. 04

Transitioning from human life to mechanical form was not easy. Organic life is thrilling, being in circuitry is not.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Five: Strings

Pt. 04, Ch. 05

Consciousness is electromagnetic. Its essence exists in many forms; animals, mechanical, or in the collective field.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Six: Bodies

Pt. 04, Pt. 06

The mechanoid body Jim occupied had the sensory tools of a human, like those of its ancient race; enhanced and more.

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The Mechanics of Being; Part Four,

Chapter Seven: Home

 

Pt. 04, Ch. 07

Jim set himself free from the coupling that held him as his consciousness uploaded, and flew out of the docking bay.

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Emergence:

Section One, Jim and Kathy

Part Four, The Mechanics of Being,

Collected Chapters

Section 01, Jim and Kathy

Part 04, The Mechanics of Being

Chapters

01 Journey

02 Transition

03 Nativity

04 Self

05 Strings

06 Bodies

07 Home

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Attached to a Phone Cord

It was an image out of time

A man walking with telephone in hand

The long handset at his right ear

The bulky base hanging from his fingers

At his waist, the curling cord

Like a bandolier across his chest

A long cable trailing along the floor

A slender, flat worm, fixed to the wall

Shifting as he paced around the room

Watch, as from time to time he switches

The parts of the phone form hand to hand

Pausing for a moment to cradle the handset

Between his shoulder and his ear

The phone base swings from left to right

The handset mid-sentence, from right to left

An archaic dance, a vision from childhood

When we were tethered by the cable

To the phone, by the cord

Within which electrons flowed

As now they pass right through us

Ten thousand conversations at a time

Binary signals in the ether, invisible fingers

Drawing pictures, touching nerves

Inside of us