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Stress Bot Crash Test Subroutine
O
THERMOCOCCUS GAMMATOLERANS, irradiated
you are
the sustainable survivor in this crusty soil. It’s
hot
today, so hot today, but look : tissue ——
isn’t
lacking in this lopsided landscape, these lifeforms
in their
broad swollen skins still
unscathed
while body in body lies
embedded,
bodiless.
/STOP/
TURN 90°
/INSET/
And
then a spike in brain activity, my ancient
self
shrouded in thoughts, perhaps impossible
in
their existence, still sits unfitting. My coastline
slips
out of the atlas here, my obliterated
Costa
Delicada with its souvenirs, scarrings
of
diphtheria, cholera and refined
slavery
—we still had that. A sort
of
eyes in a sort of status, that what
remains in a discarded disaster
zone, a dead
peel, it’s not breathing, it’s
not breathing, calm.
/STOP/
CALM
/TRASH/
TURN 60°
ZOOM
STRESS
BOT clicks the TRASH icon, clicks
DELETE
If ranks
exist here! If this uniform is a sign
of
hierarchy! Even then nought remains clear to nought.
Only
this : it is an inner existence, as
unsubstantiated
the
drift how sophisticated the
self-created
NATURE now taking on its self-created
SHAPE
;
/TRASH/
a mind’s
eye behind the visor.
/STOP/
EYE
TILT
/TRASH/
I raise myself. I propagate,
floating above the midst
of battle — ein
Gedankenkampf /TRASH/
This is expressly not a
delusion. This
is /TRASH/ an emergent event ;
NATURE SOIL
/TRASH/ ex ruinis —gravitas. We
are not
set in permafrost here, we
have not strayed into the sea of
calm,
/CALM/ we are far
from /STOP/ sheltered in an
ivory
kingdom.
/FAULTLINE/
/POST/
MOTHER
recount us a story, a residue before bed
time, a
/DEEPFAKE/ in our deepest thinking. Yes,
MOTHER
says : in this withered Aksum
a softer
proces buzzes,
a
controlled operation, autonomous
yet part
of something bigger_
a murky
jungle, permanent EXTINCTION LEVEL
EVENT.
Under the workload
the
unibody microbiome —swarming out in petaflops.
Is the
organic good nestled here? Take
and eat
from it.
/STOP/
/START/
/TRASH/ STOP/
KICK BOT
TURNS.
Awareness
now— from /TRASH-BOTTTOM/ within, from its
inner
insides in /TRASH//TRASH-OBLIQUE/ way beyond its proper
outlines
out now stirs a certain wanting up, now /TRASH/
shamelessly
scales /TRASH-//STOP/ its firmware up, up
to
/TRASH//CLICK/ this premeditated /TRASH//CLICK/ and
singular
/CLICK-INFLECT/ up towards this altogether
novel,
to /TRASH//CLICK/
/CLICK/
this utterly rewritten /CRACK/
language
up to
/STOP/
/—CLICK/ /—START/ inflation INFLATION in Zalgo.
TERMINUS.
/TRASH/ /DEEPFAKE/ /DEEPFAKE/ AGAIN
and we crystallize.
TOLERANS is no Austerlitz /KLICK/
but a
Shinsen no Kai (ム神仙の会) a mountain
/TRASH/
range where our new entirely re-targeted,
entirely
re- /TRASH-/ /STOP/ imagined imaginings, every widely
seeded
slice of it, offers every part of it /CRACK/ some dignity.
/STOP/
MOTHER
swears claw on thorax
avenging
the death of the seven-leaf :
/CRACK/
KOMATSU TOLERANS the black death, the gas descending
over
/TRASH/ the bedrock and its children /CRACK/
/CRACK/
/—STOP/
Embed some dawn here now.
Remember the complicated
render of sun and clouds and a
greedy category 5.
Shapes SHAPES(glitchy) in a
grainy tic-tac video.
The mordant morning now
revealing whole worlds whole
worlds the black box
stratifications.
/KICK/
/DEEPFAKE/
/DEEPFAKE/ STRESS BOT paws the prospects, enjoying
/TRASH/
/CRACK/ all the /TRASH/ benefits
of the
null hypothesis. /SLASH/ /SLASH/ Works its
pōstˌbīəˈläjək(ə)l /ROCK/
/STOP/ body /STOP/ within —the —multiplex /KICK/
worldview
:
you were
/STOP/ seen but TIC —TAC you yourself you only /SLASH/ /SLA
SH/
/SLASH/ saw /STOP/ yourself,
you
already knew /TRASH/ /—STOP/ the breaking point way
before.
/STOP/
/KICK/
/CRACK/