Song of Solitude

Driving alone through the

city and your cure is

the Holy Hour

 

This supermoon sings

of solitude but

you are not sad

 

The smoke will seep

through lips and drift

as high as Luna

 

This special moon

it does not speak

but sing

 

Sing along even if you’re wordless

even if you think others

do not share your burdens

 

There lies pleasure

in solitude

and singing

 

This is a song

of not just yourself

but also the moon

 

And as you drive over

and with Walt Whitman

you sound your barbaric yawp

Sol, Chapter 8: His Hate Grows as Their Blood Spills

Although the holobeing called Tichokiri signed off of the inter-stellar holoverse, he was still present in Daniel’s mind. And even though they had not known each other for more than a few hours, they had come to know each other quickly. Daniel was attracted to T’s knowledge and pragmatism, while it was fascinated with the Lunar boy’s astronomical emotional drive.

T: Daniel, you have not been chosen. It is not necessary to erase the memories of all that you have been subjected to. I say that you have not been chosen because you have chosen us. When you were unconscious on the surface of Earth’s moon, all vulnerable and waiting for certain death, an unidentified ship, presumably the former-freedom fighters, picked you up. Most likely they saw your work sabotaging the Helium 3 industrial refinement complex and knew that you were subconsciously  inclined towards beliefs contradicting those that you have been indoctrinated in since your birth. Those warriors, which are even to us drenched in mystery, dropped your body off at our waypoint. That is why you are here now.

Daniel: I know my state of being is weak, but please, allow me to help resist this invasion. I’ve always desired of destroying these ingrained beliefs.

T: Yes, passion… and dedication. Really the only abstract concepts needed in order for an organic to work the weapons system. Especially against these mindless drones and vile mercenaries… You see, these systems will feed off of your emotions. Remember everything your family did to you back on Luna. If you have the needed drive, all else will come automatically. The primary concern is that your body is still taking time to rejuvenate for correlation with the central nerve processing core…. We’ve never let a new organic, especially one so young, access  the defense system immediately after having been thawed from cryogenic stasis. However, since the danger is imminent, and your hatred so great, we find it can be necessary to break protocol… Let’s see… You run a 2/3 chance of not surviving if you proceed, do you understand?

Daniel: I understand Tichokiri…

T: That is, not surviving, in other words a 1/3 chance of survival. Do you still wish to proceed?

Daniel: Yes.

T: Then let us waste no more time.

Daniel’s body was enclosed again, although this time he was not subjected to the blackness of sleep but that of space. That is, actual space, not the holoverse representation. The defense systems on the asteroid included not only laser weapons, but highly advanced “invincible gravity flails”. It worked like a sling flung from the face of the asteroid rock, and carried a bubble carrying a being with so much force it reached near light speed. The operator worked in the translucent orb at the end of the tentacle sling, using gravity manipulators that would instantly crush any targets within reach.

Besides the gravity/laser defense systems, there were several hundred hydrogen mines in what was called the “outer wall”. Not only did the mines utilize ancient thermo-nuclear technology, but they were also rigged in order to amplify the electro magnetic bursts that such reactions naturally created. The effect would be devastating on any automated ships or drones within hundreds of miles of the actual blast radius itself, which was already huge. These outer defenses were thousands of miles away from the waypoint itself, roughly forming an oval around the asteroid station. As the center of Guild commerce, Waypoint 3 was the most heavily fortified asteroid in the Belt.

T: The Jackers comm is being disrupted by EMT bursts, I’m assuming the outer wall is breached. Ready Daniel?

Daniel: All I need is to focus and remember…

T: Exactly, let’s go.

The usage of the word ready was relative. The young human had spent his entire life worshipping and working simple machinery. He was feeding the belly of an unholy beast unknowingly. It was his chance to disembowel the beast.

Meanwhile, Dar was locked in a vicious battle with the drone fleet. The merc ships were able to slip by the pirate cruisers only because their drone companions were unlike anything the guild commander had ever seen. Dar was frustrated, every attempt she made at subduing the drones with EMT blasts seemed futile. She was no coward, and yet she was nowhere near a fool, and so she ordered her girls to retreat under cover of hydrogen flak with a handful of precious ships lost. Tichokiri could not communicate with Dar, although it knew something had gone terribly wrong, as the merc fleet amassed only a few kilometers from the waypoint itself.

T: Comm still down… Dar, if you can receive this, minimize your losses and retreat. Waypoint 3 will be closing up completely and initiate the detonation of the anti-matter field.

Daniel: What’s going on?

Daniel was encased in metal, and relying on gravity to arc back and forth in waves of destruction. The translucent tentacular vehicle he operated effortlessly smashed merc vessels to bits. The untrained boy took dozens of lives without realizing it.

T: Daniel, I’m bringing you back now.

Daniel: Why? I can feel the battle, it’s amazing. I just can’t see it.

T: Perhaps that’s for the best, but you need to prepare for the worst.

Just then the figurative blinds conveniently opened up on Daniel’s gravity-craft. The devastation was now apparent to him. The once imposing, hight-tech merc fleet had been shattered. Yet something strange was simultaneously developing, and Tichokiri was the only one aware. The drones were using the wreckage as resources in order to construct entirely new, automatic and self replicating weapons. The sight would have instilled fear into the holobeing if it could feel, especially since the EMT mines seemingly had no effect on these new drones.

T: How did they discover this energy? How could our intelligence have failed us? Now there is no choice, the only chance of survival is the last resort. This has never happened before.

Daniel: Why did you bring me back? I was just getting used to kicking ass.

T: You couldn’t see, but we didn’t win. However, you bought us enough time in order to close the station. We’re going to have to destroy everything in Mid-Sol in order to defeat those highly advanced drones. The anti-matter weapon is readying, hopefully it will work.

Idiosyncrasy as an Ebbing Trait

She sits in a room filled with trash

With plastic leaves beneath her feet

 

Loyalty has been void in our country

Our parents taught us better

 

His thoughts wander like Jimmy Carter’s

He is ashamed at what he has not done

 

We drank, then turned our sunflowers black and blue

And now we drink no more

 

If only she could live with what has been done

Her pride is Luna in her cycles

 

We are arbitrarily waxing stained steel

Then waning as if she had been swallowed whole

 

He is not good with words, but they are for her

Please do not forgive us

Sol, Chapter 6: Awaken Into Another Time and Place

Welcome Daniel, you are in The Asteroid Belt, what a literal, simplistic name isn’t it… we are located within one of many scattered waypoints tucked inside these hollow floating rocks. The exteriors of each asteroid are as diverse as the inhabitants within. Some of the rocks are quite unassuming, but others seem as if they were constructed by something other than the workings of time and gravity, as if the vessels were created by beings that came before humans.

Many of the people living in this mysterious section of Sol are humans with cybernetic implants (or full DNA reconstruction) so that they would seem unrecognizable to new visitors as actual descendants of Earth, when in fact they’ve most likely been raised on humanity’s home planet or atmosphere themselves. 

The abundance of fragmented rocks in the vicinity of each waypoint is comparable to the multitude of factions within hierarchical guilds owing loose alliances to one another. These guilds operate independently of any Inner Sol government and are designated as pirate and or terrorist organizations by said institutions. However, the EDF [accounting for Earth sub-system in addition to the Mars sub-system] and remaining Corporation Colonies [which include the barely populated prison colony on Mercury and the once opulent floating cities of Venus] have technically ceded the rest of the system to exploration and development by us ragtag group of humans, pirates, cyborgs, half-human, holobeings, and what have you. Of course, the untrustworthy Inner Sol governments have rescinded on countless obligations to refrain from harassing free people within and without the belt that we call our home. That is why the asteroid waypoints are fortified in such a manner as you now see. These guilds are necessary in order to ensure inner stability in frontier space. The Factions protect individuals from the mischievous Corp mercenaries and EDF freelancers that blend in so well in our open communities.

Tichokiri, (aka Tiko) is my holobeing identity, I am one of many that protects the mid-system verse from EDF hackers and other intruders which mean to destroy the recently established freedom of Mid, and Outer Sol. You have been cryogenized for two and a half years, much has happened since you lost consciousness. The EDF was previously comprised of corporate-controlled nation states until the Western Capitalists destroyed Earth’s environment, leaving the megacities desolate and filled with formerly human cannibals, not to mention countless machine drones. No one knows exactly what happened, but there was war on Earth …a massive ordeal that could never be fully understood. The drug induced cannibals were eviscerated somehow, and the machines lay in ruins. The free people that lived underneath the megacities were taken by the mysterious fighters that had freed them to the Jovian moons. There the survivors coud live out the rest of their days in peace. The Collectivists, which is what these mutated humans are called now, prefer not to have contact with anyone else.

Some say the dark energy the space commune warriors used was harnessed by dormant sentient life deep beneath Earth. Not much else is known besides that which I have explained to you. 

What was once known as China was the only nation-state populated enough to reconstruct society on Earth, and life for humans there is not as horrendous anymore. The only problem those humans face is a lack of freedom, yet they do not understand because the information is not there for them to compare their lives to anything else. Standard of living on Earth is now what it once was in the late 20th century, there is still much poverty, but at least the ruthless corporations have been contained. 

Luna is now New Han, which is what the Chinese-dominated EDF prefers to call themselves: The Han, Protectors of Humanity. They are self-righteous fools in reality, they refuse to acknowledge that the blue-lipped warriors cleansed Earth and left the rotting planet for easy taking. Once the newly reorganized EDF took Luna and Mars, Chinese influence over Inner Sol was cemented, although sporadic fighting between Neo-Christian guerrillas and Han mercenaries persists on Luna-

ERROR

TICHOKIRI is currently unavailable.

Please remain calm in your cryogenic chamber until further notice…

Sol, Chapter 5: Inner Sol Archives 2242 C.E. Rand’s Personal Log

My unbearable once, but now disappearing headache makes me think it is time to start anew. I was trying to unload a lectern from a pulpit where the sanctified nothing was held for none of the colonists to see or think about but only transfix their eyes upon and hope. The key was that something in their minds would hear imaginary words which apparently transform into an ethereal substance that holds ideas passed on for generations. It is in reality meaningless and out of context from their everyday dreadful experience. The ideology becomes all the more irrelevant as time keeps on passing, and in the end many of the colonists are killed by reckless machines or just as often kill themselves.

My so called brethren and I have been instructed to destroy the Neo-Christian temples on the dark side of Luna. The rewards that we were supposed to reap have not been just. They ration out treasure like fools. The queer anarchist piece-of-shit squad leader, Turing, betrayed my better experience.

“Fuck this community, I have the ability to strike out on my own, and I’m only one of two who know the piloting codes for the cruiser- so my escape will be easy” I thought.

So I decided to say something about my pride for a second time on this short-lived mission, while out on the surface above one of the rare older temples.

“It is over, I’m done. Turing you wretched filth of a being, I deserve-”

“If you discuss this unnecessary topic one more time you will be stunned and detained. I have no patience for your petty quibbling over material goods.”

At that point I was trembling with anger.

“You know how easy it is to just flip a switch, for me at least, in a figurative sort of way, so that I just snap and unleash my exoskeleton?”

“Well, certain chemicals determine violence, but for you only the weaker ones, yet the variables are complicated and include genetic as well as environmental factors, so you may have strength one day recruit.”

There was ringing in my ears, I couldn’t distinguish his high-pitched voice from it. I needed to end the unbearable sound.

“I will kill you and not think anything of it,” I said.

He thought I was playing, that was his mistake.

“The standard system of thought with you new ones is now to not think anything of anything beside the self.”

If only I could have given him the gift of leaving this existence with such wise words. I couldn’t bear it any longer, just like the scum I thought they were, the other members of the squad wavered their eyes from direct contact with me and yet had the courage to laugh.

I am no counter-revolutionary, yet I had been led to believe otherwise about these Insurgent expeditions, and my ability proves that I deserve better. I had thought the opportunity in marauding Helium 3 farms was abundant in profit, and I was terribly wrong.

I should have caught a ferry to Phobos and signed up with Brazilian pirates, not these fanatical egalitarians. They care nothing for the right to personal improvement and ranking advancement. I had realized from the exchange how underestimated I am, so that it would be fairly possible to sabotage Turing’s next mission and eliminate the entire squad. If I were to accomplish this, I would finally earn my next non-organic transformation. Independence is coveted. Goals must be completed orderly. I will regain my position in The Corp and then some.