A Synesthetion Future

A sci-fi poem placing the reader into a visual through words.

}Intro

I was born knowing how to operate the most basic systems by training, now it’s a mandatory implant planted in us. They say, like they teach English to the perfection of the society, that it will be beneficial for the human race; advance us further. We were taught to touch and read screens, fine text that makes the reality more bearable.

Computer Commands. Type the word, log, access the knowledge of the known world, voclog and histlog.

I was taught what I know through what the teacher said to me or told me. She taught me it's better to trust auras, as her feelings told me true intentions. They say jump I stood there; they say stand still I jumped: natural fears of what wasn’t said. Those things went through my brain as I obeyed, not calling attention to the fact I might be a prodigy.

So, I typed my truth whenever possible to preserve my thoughts for the future. Somewhere they couldn’t find it no matter how hard they tried. Even the Thought Police wouldn't think the check the foxholes of the brain, my memory storage unit I called it. You see hardly anyone had one, the traits of a genius, a prodigy, the non-equalizer. So, to keep the peeping toms at bay I’ve developed a computer brain, a mental storage device to keep my private thoughts private.

Entering the Mind...

Click!

/:access

) voclog

REFERLOG

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NUN

: New United Nations

NASP

: National Association of Synesthete People

NASPEAK

: National Association of Synesthete People Speech

POP

: population

COLS

: color seers

NONCOLS

: non color seers

skitzy

: schizophrenic

twizzled

: a word to describe any bad state of mind

soured

: a preparation process for any action you want to describe

babba

: the equivalent of “homie”

baha

: a cool guy

neofashions

: a future fashion line of street clothes.

neotech

: a company that manufactures most of the technology of the future

LATM

: Los Angeles Tourist Model: used for the tourist standard design of cities

nuetrolium

: Fuel for the static electric power plants

memorphs

: a race of recently discovered mutants

NU'ying'Ch'D Tai'Lee'Ch

: A new culture emerged out of the fall of the US, largely influenced by the

asian cultures

INGAL

: intergalactic

fractionaries

: slang for synesthetic visions

sound spectrums

: the description of a what you see with chromesthesia

spectralgraphs

: the device used to measure strength of one's synesthetic effects

fractionariescapes

: a camera that captures and maps one’s synesthetic experiences

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Back in reality the iVirtual hums with the whiring sound of the latest technological advancements...

/

} Prolog

These are the thoughts from a mind of the 2000’s, that year long past, the year in the Mexican sun. These are moments of the people who will live, their life, their beliefs, their sons. This is the reality I see, this is the potential of what might be. They predicted the future in the past and now what will it be? This is the life in the mind of a chromesthesia being, how he sees the world, an experiment in predicting. It is the story of a future boy who changes what he sees, creates a virtual religion for political leaders, an excuse for persecution. This boy’s disciple constantly checking the recorded epic history, from his apartment, an author of unpublished works, someone who is convinced in this boy’s convictions. This is the man’s work unfinished, a waiting game for the right word so no line is unheard...

} The History as Recorded by a Synesthete

At the steps of Synesthete chapel there lies a heart made of gold. Not a moment passed that one did not give money to him. He colorfully made his way to the steps every day in hopes just to get paid. But he would smartly do his penance and always pay his pretty pence. A good lad was he and a good reputation he did have. The main landmark across the road has the markets that play middle eastern magic arising from musical souls and penetrating the people surrounding them. The pinnacles of Blue and Red that the players hit mimic the steeple behind it with its gothic cross and metallic gloss. The pipes line the road transporting the nuetrolium and the signs everywhere read "FOOD NOODLE", "HOOKAH REST" (NASPEAK had become the normal speech). A faint glow from around the corner draws in a crowd of passersbys, including both the memorphs and NU'ying'Ch'D Tai'Lee'Ch fighting as always. You know, I never could understand why the relationship was so bad between the two groups; to this day it still remains a mystery to me. The crowd echoes the sounds from something I saw so many years ago. It was around the implementation day of the NASP Project that the world began to change. Something about the simplicity of the idea attracted people to learn it, the dialect of English seemed to simplify life among the millions of screens.

It seems the average person was a Synesthete nowadays, color, touch and emotion all seemed to be more prevalent. When the genetic mutation first happened, it went through a time of unrest and bombardment of questions, "eye color? me color!, me taste!". Thank God those days have ended, now it's normal to see sounds and auras.

You know a funny thing happened as the population began to touch notes and taste words. The music charts skyrocketed with an overabundance of hit records of the 70’s quality. Just looking back at those days, I remember the amount of creative content that seemed to start what later morphed into a new religion, "The Synesthetion Church".

There was a second age of prophets and the overabundance of cults started a panic in the governments. The international politics were non-existent as the world leaders began shifting a large portion of the news feeds to music and creative outlets.

The worst thing of all was that you had developed a society of artists of all kinds. Imagine that you unleashed a fourth dimension to living into every human being, the outcome would be a catastrophe. Suddenly life became more and more complicated and the advertisements more sophisticated. The amount of scam artists rose and it was a regular occurrence to have fights over what letter was what color after a few beers with lightweights. I remember the days when it was in style to have freshly-cut-grass tasting conversations. Those were the good days, now we're stuck with ones that taste of rancid meat.

The latest discovery in perfume has been made to fix all those problems of bad tasting conversations. I heard on the TV today that they have developed perfumes that get rid of the bad taste that some people leave in your mouth.

I remember playing musical chairs growing up, nothing compared to the musical sensations that were coded into the furniture. By now the technology had adapted to a new way of life, how to channel auras and manipulate the population with what color was in.

You should have seen when the stock market became an auction house for fine art NFTs. The word prodigy was officially removed from the dictionary also and after NASP scrapped over half the English words to make it more similar to alien languages; thinking the predicted alien visits would go smoother, the entire world had something to say about it. That was a controversial topic at the time, people didn't see the outcomes it would later bring.

It caused a load of issues dealing with social control among the public and sparked much discussion on the inherent freedom we all are born with. It felt like the time that the economy of the United States of America failed, the masses were up in arms at the slightest thing that sounded off. This removal of words from the dictionaries internationally even caused the most tranquil of people to protest. Now, that is how you push peoples' buttons the right way. Now, that was the story that I was told by the average person on the street when asked what happened to Europe in 4005-

A man sits down at his Apple iVirtual and opens a window starting to type...

Click!

The screen flicks on and the fingers fly.

Click!

) log

/: access

> histlog

all

Click any key to continue...

Click!

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On the streets of the Synesthete Chapel there sits a boy.

None of the surrounding,

Lives or genes can relate to what he preaches.

From 2%-4% the probability climbed to the steeples,

From the 10%-90% it rose among the people.

Bullying up,

Boiling point abrupt,

The glasses folk had become minority.

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poems learning children, HISTORY IMPORTANT. teacher teach me, NASPEAK*! Poetry new standard, STOCK MARKET DOWN! panic high people, POWER OUTAGE WORLDWIDE! NO OUTCOME?! NO FUTURE! JEW CLAIM JUDGEDAY, WORLD RELIGION CONSENSUS!! color normal see, CULT COUNT RISE!! JESUS SAVES?! “MUTANTS” STUDIED! CULTURE SHIFT! glasses population: “mutants”, glasses population: “bad”. LANGUAGE: “ENGLISH - SIMPLE”!!VANGELIS INFLUENCE BIG, VANGELIS CLASICAL STANDARD NEW!!! neon lights, dripping pipes, dark street lights. “FOOD NOODLE”, “BAR HOOKAH”, “SMOKE SHOP”, “PAWN SHOP”- “ASIAN CULTURE INFLUENCE! SYNESTHETE RENAISSANCE! POETRY SLAM!!!

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Seniority told me,

Colors are normal to see

Auras exist.

Please don't resist,

Please coexist,

Don't run the risk,

Please scan the disk,

We shall pick,

We take the pictures,

No need for stitches.

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NEW SUPER OPIANTS, NEW NEEDLES, NEW, NEW, NEW! " WHEN VIRTUAL REALITY: “STANDARD”, IMAGINARY FRIEND NORMAL SEE?! 3D to 4D to 5D!!!

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Family robbed of child,

Child separated from family,

Disaster experiments done criminally.

Political reasons,

Fiscal seasons,

Business hunts,

Creative hounds,

Sniffing music wistfully.

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STILLBORNS WILL BORN, CANCER CURE, GENES PURE, dark purple neon light stores. Bored kids changed, educated children, NOTHING SAME! NEW WAYS! NEW ROADS PAVED!!! FATES OBEYED!!!! art on virtual stages. psychological phases: “modern teenagers”. REAL PHASERS AND LIGHTSABERS!! NEWSPAPERS TO COMPUTERS, PUBLIC CONNECTIONS, SOCIOLOGICAL STUDIES, mother earth awareness, no paper, LARGE DRIVES, CDS.

}

Dick and Richy,

Floppy disc city,

Still pretty.

You still need a pretty penny.

Rich city,

No pity,

Don't act skitzy.

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NASP SAY COLOR GOOD! FUTURISTIC HOODS, WORLD FOOD GOODS!!

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Social media rise and fall,

Presidents come and go,

No one seems to fear at all.

So,

Without hesitation they break walls,

With limitations, NO!

Don't stall,

Not for foes.

Attack and let go.

Live by will,

Stand still.

The needle won't hurt,

The baby won't burp,

Through the straw we slurp the purple.

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PURPLE NEARPLE, slipping lerples, LEAVING PAPER TRAILS DAILY! MELTING POTS MIX!! NYC TO LAX!!! THE BOY MAKES TRIPS!!!!

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Dr. Hemlich, journal entry 50023.235.623

>personal entry

:/The Boy has been healthy. He continues healthy and will if all goes to plan.

}

A memory lost everyday,

Everyway,

Everytime one less.

I'm starting to feel like I'm lifeless,

Not a being,

A star.

My words reach far.

My words reach deep in,

Grab the souls.

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BOY KNOWS! AMERICA, RUSSIA, CHINA: “WORLD WAR 3 COME AND GONE”!! INDIA PROCLAIMED WORLD POWER WORLDWIDE!!! HINDU POP RISE!!!! Phones on arms: “implants”, new implant b***s size. ARTISTS AT RISE OF SCHIZ! rise of brain implants: “colors will be seen”. REMAINING NONCOLS POP:“5%”!!

}

memo 3.22.05.6

>NUN, NASP-conference (private)

{

:/NASP>we need to lower bullying through the population rise of COLS. People suffer too much and the glasses are failing on a regular basis, think of the future costs in the dwindling material for computers.

NUN>all yays present, all nays present?

}

I feel like a success.

They tell me, “yes”,

I listen,

They speak,

NASP will reach their peak.

}

teacher teach us, students learn! NEW SHAKESPEARE:“KURT VONNEGUT”!! NEW :“GOOD”! OLD:“BAD”! GOOD, BAD, GOOD, BAD, GOOD...BAD, BAD, BAD!!! INFORMATION OVERLOAD, STIMULATIONS UPLOADABLE. ATLAS SHRUGGED:“WELCOME TO THE MONKEY HOUSE”!!! NEOTECH*, NEW SYSTEMOLOGIES, PERSONALITY, REALITY, NEW SCIENCE FICTION SAID TO BLOW MINDS: “ALMOST UNDENIABLE AND HERE”!!! REALITY:“SERIAL EXPERIMENTS LAIN”, THE SLEEPER WILL WAKE!!!!

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The drugs,

They take.

The money,

They make.

The lives at stake.

The wars,

Walls break.

Leafs rake,

Mother makes,

Pan bakes,

World turns,

Earthquakes quake.

Nanowaves.

NEO BRAVE WORLDS,

War is waged.

Mars colonized.

Alien contact in past confirmed,

Difficult translations,

Colonized planets.

First plants grown in space,

Artificial environments.

Technology requires us to check in and wire us.

Mastered intelligence,

High IQ influence.

Political defiance,

Humans and their nature.

Acts of habit.

Those pathological liars seem heavensent,

People seem relevant

God must be present.

Obtain him as evidence,

Question the precedence,

Must meet requirements.

Must.

See.

Must, must, must...

/: must

/: must

: see future

System failure.

}

I'm starting to question but don’t have the brain power...The strength in my body fades by the hours...The fates have decided the people have settled...the giver who gives shall reap what he sows...The hard fought wins will be fought to the last straws...We will make more pointless laws...Prohibition will echo...History will echo and repeat subtly showing...Secrets of the universe shall be undone...Potential of atom harnessed...“controlled”, uncontrollable monsters made.

}

Horrific futures exist and we cannot coexist! What happens when Jesus and Satan organize the list? what will happen to his sheep? How many androids will you count in your sleep? Seamless wireless computers will speak.

}

It is widely known.

But what is widely unknown is much more interesting.

What has been untouchable will be touchable.

If the synesthetes’ genome structure is replicatable,

And everyone has it,

Individually we will all be incredibles,

None will be super.

What is the next step in evolution?

There will be someone in the future to solve the solution!

There will be another tech revolution!

}

EARTH HAS BECOME A PLANET OF APES! WHAT WE TAKE FOR HUMAN FREEDOMS THEY BREAK, TAKE, CONFISCATE!! AND IN THE WAKE OF 1984: “INFORMATION CONTROL RISES”!! THE BOY AT THE FORFRONT!!!! SCHOOL FUNDINGS FOREVER LOW DUE TO GOVERMENT CONTROL!!!!

}

BREAKING NEWS: “THE FORCED HUMAN EVOLUTION TO KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES”

}

Modernisation, evrything is so modern! Evry minute passes, evry minute modernizes on the last on the last, EVRY TIME UNIT GOES HAND IN HAND WITH “MODERN”! PET LANGUAGE TRANSLATORS: “DOGS AND CATS SPEAK”!! DOLPHINS DECODED!!! DOLPHINS HELP TO DEVELOP A PROTOCOL FOR EXPECTED ALIEN CONTACT!!!!

}

The charts have broken.

Broken records were repeated.

Repeated patterns were broken and new genres discovered and

Recorded.

An infinite amount of music innovation is invented.

There is a record high creativity rate among humans.

What seemed impossible is now possible,

Poetry has doubled in popularity,

Tripled,

Quadrupled,

Quintupled.

The neo: 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, 2000’s.

Things don’t change much as far as style,

But there are new styles that seem to build on previous models.

New definitions of “a while”.

New list of greats compiled.

Neofashions styled to smooth out the past.

Passed times never seem passed on.

Sampling has reached new heights on,

Major platforms,

With,

New outcomes and more individuality.

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HUMAN NATURE PREDICTS A GALACTIC WAR! A NEW COLD WAR TURNED HOT! HOTHEADED COPS NEVER STOP! FINACIAL WARS GO POP! WE HAVE BEEN PROGRAMMED AND PLAYED LIKE A FIDDLE AND PEOPLE HIGH UP CONTINUE TO SWEEP IT UNDER SO THEY DON’T NEED TO MOP!! NO END IN SIGHT SAYS MY POPS!!!

}

The world will go through dystopian times soon and people will be scared. I've traveled the world from east to west, west to east, and north to south. It is worth every penny and dollar that I’ve spent. It is to say, that I’ve went, from CDMX to LAX and regardless, when you travel you see no difference. It’s the same conversations, as the water condenses the same in each country, as the weed brings more weight from the munchies. It’s the same food for thought, same excuses brought, same kids are naughty and not, to be confused with worldwide bullying brought, on by the sought, after by what, who, when and where, how you wear what. Words thrown around, gringos and n*****s, put people who use them to piss others off, put them down and lift off, to positions of politics and feel well off.

}

The Boy is here, the world saved.

The technological revolution had the road well-paved.

Control is the here, the world enslaved.

}

The weed is legalized and the psilocybin is the new overpriced

prescription drug,

We’re all drugged,

Hugged by depression.

We’ve depressed the rates of it but not the side effects.

And what the side effects of the new?

The plural side effects,

The news is the blues.

They allow us to win only to lose.

And push us towards their political views.

A few,

Too many drink their poisoned booze,

The family boohoos,

The goodbye baby blues.

It was public knowledge information is misused.

Too many sue,

And it continues into the future abused.

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Back in reality...the room creaks with the sound of pipes and dark creeps. Shadows leap from wall to wall seeping into each like entering a sea sponge. The man types furiously with his fingers chugging away at the keys. Remembering his steampunk memories, he sees his future lying before him clearly. He, a mirror of his society, a pawn sacrificed for the importance of the queen. The Japanese he is, a lonely type that has his life described by his fear of society. They bully, they taunt, they taught me it is better to let them be. He is the product of a passion failed; a broken family mailed him across seas. He’s a genius too timid to show his face, even home delivering his groceries. This population of hims is growing, the fear of the eye coincides within hims heart. Now the scene fades away into the media screen giving way to sports.

Static.

Kick it, it works-

Announcer 1: Goal! Team 1 no keepup. Too strong team 2!

Announcer 2: Year team 1 nogood. Need defense and have nogood pick.

Announcer 3: Jerry! Champions League go team 2 year now, premier league too.

Announcer 1: Possblecorrect you Mike Lans, somethng team 1 need fast.

Another screen sits open on the Apple iVirtual as the game goes on...

}

THE DISCOVERY OF THE TELEPATHIC GENE RELATED TO SYNESTHESIA. HORSE AND JOCKEY RELATIONSHIP DISCOVERED TO BE TELEPATHIC. DEVELOPED ANIMAL VOTING RIGHTS TO BE FOUGHT OVER THE NEXT YEAR IN COURT DUE TO THE RISE OF PET TRANSLATORS. DOLPHINS FOUND TO HAVE A DEVELOPED SOCIETY IN THE OCEAN, LAWS, RULERS, MANY UNEXPECTED DISCOVERIES TO BE MADE ABOUT ATLANTIS. WARS TO BE FOUGHT ON ALL GROUNDS INCLUDING THE IN OCEANS. EELS AND DOLPHINS FOUND TO BE THE MOST DEVELOPED UNDERWATER SOCIETIES. EELS BREEDING GROUND DISCOVERED: CLAIMED AS VERNE BREEDING GROUNDS. THE REMAINS OF THE KRACKEN AND LOCH NESS DISCOVERED.

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Back in reality...the sound of the wheelless static electric powered cars pass by in what seems to be the outside. The outside is now inside due to pollution and the artificial AI systems have kept the climate the same for years now. Nothing has seemed to change, yet all has changed and is changing constantly.

Flicker!

The media screen puts on an advertisement for the newest tourist city, LATM. “LA designed! NEW ATTRACTIONS! KID FRIENDLY!! PHO MDR, 26Beach visit! NeoTech center! Silicone Beach! baha, babba you’re here! get twizzled, party soured! EVERY HOUR, PARTY HOUR!!”

A screen sits open on the Apple iVirtual as the news continues...

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BREAKING NEWS: “THE MONET LISA STOLEN ALONG WITH THE SCREAM”! ART WORLD PANICS AS NFT MARKET HACKED! MANY PEOPLE SCREAM: “THE REMAINING POP OF WORLD CONSIDERING TO MOVE PERMANENTLY TO SPACE”!! NOT ENOUGH SPACE OR RESOURCES FOR ALL THE RACES!!!

}

For all the reasons the laugh and cry,

I've finally found the reason why,

I sigh,

I try to try,

But still ask why.

They tell me to fly,

Spread my wings and say hi to the passerbies.

I’m adapting the best I can, why?

Cause they tell me I’m,

A star bright and shining.

It’s my job to sew in the silver lining.

Make them get in line and,

Take away from them the limelight.

Its my light,

My life.

Now I look to the heavens to feel right,

The Boy I’m,

My future lucidly in sight.

I’m forgiving but only if you act right.

}

SCIENTOLOGY INFLUENCED THE SYNESTHETION REVOLUTION! THE SCIENCE IS A RELIGION, FACT IS FICTION! NASPEAK IS NONFICTION WITHOUT FRICTION!! speak with correct diction kid, use your head and drink our Lipton, watered down words that fill spaces with beautiful pictures!!!

}

I used to be able to laugh,

Now as the time goes by by every performance,

I always get an applause of thunderous proportions.

They cannot strip away my soul.

My color I see that give me comfort,

They remind me I’m alive and well,

For who else but if anybody can I tell?

I live in a heaven alienated not far from hell.

I still get little fractionaries.

Visions of the future and past sceneries.

My mutation made me special,

My meditations came naturally,

In no time at all I conquered them all,

Leaving zombies in my...

My mind is failing...

My mind...

Failing... is.

Leave my mind alone!

You cannot cut it out anymore!!

The more you pull out the less I have of my soul.

My stats have been destate,

My mind...

Failing...

My is...

Is... failing.

Every once a while I have lucid moments like now.

The rest of the day I fell in detmode.

Then blough!

My mind is... failing... BLOUGH!!

I must write as I remember the words to say!

The time is closing in on me.

Everyword more difficult... say...

The word is SAY! SAY! SAY!

Remember Michael Jackson,

Paul Mccartney!

The Jackson 5 to tell you when NASPEAK began.

You were 5 years old! 5! 5!

Jackson 5! 5!!

My mind is being tormented by these demons with mechanical arms.

They keep picking at my brain not leaving a stone unturned.

It never much hurts when the needle pricking,

Brain feel numb like a sore thumb.

I’m forgetting again...

Again and again and again...

Minimal word capable speak...

NASPEAK normal, speak people...

People happy, I STATUE IN CHURCH...

“Do what you what with me”.

Ultimate word remember.

NEED SPEAK, NASPEAK IMPORTANT!

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My mind flashes back and forth from reality to futures unimaginable.

It’s a sign, a type of feeling.

I sway back and forth with a swagger telling of my wager with time.

We live in the past constantly thinking of the futures unfolding over my lives.

I’ve the secrets to life,

The boy and I are connected in some form of communication.

No longer by flimsy connections,

He speaks from the heavens.

He speaks with a voice heavenly,

Lucky for some like the number 7.

He told me to preach my words and become the leader,

I feel like a rabid dog,

Foaming at the mouth for the Synesthetion Church to accept the fates wishes.

The Boy was a God,

Now that his dreams have been realized who will continue them,

The sound futuristic like a Moog synth,

The sounds have been distorted with delay,

In a way so profound it was the second coming of Christ,

This time here to stay,

The dials have been turned to relay his message in the pavement.

A payment I need to pay.

Homage I need to state.

Don’t turn away from him for he speaks NASPEAK,

The original way.

}

take my hand! save the land! give your live to the other man!! Understand you need to stand under the banner!! do not give your life to your standard!! bow down and behave maybe then you’ll understand!!! they preach, NASPEAK! NEWSPEAK! WESPEAK! THEYSPEAK!! truth they tell, tell it well, under spell, we spell, we obey!! THEY SAY! PAY! WE PAY! STAY HAPPY!! ALL HAIL NASPDAY!!!

}

I'm trained in the spectralgraph,

We were taught as children of The Boy to read our sound spectrums.

We were welcomed to the reality of the synesthetes,

A race of mutants that roamed the streets.

In search of the latest taste of conversations,

Sensations that felt like springtime flowers, or-

Other worldly constellations.

We have spawned a movement to space,

We won the human race,

We set the pace,

We were the first to place,

Phasers for INGAL wars.

We barely trust one anothers’ face,

Anymore it’s auras we store.

Like the Beatles spiked coffee they opened our senses,

Made them pure.

The Boy knows more,

I strive to be him,

Like him I soar,

Up the to the ceiling above the floor.

A grandiose being,

I choose to adore,

I live based on his actions.

Like magnetic attractions,

They call from afar causing divine interactions.

Opposites attract him,

I do good to feel as him,

People do bad to attract the good forgiving soul within him.

He saves,

I’m told...

Can he save me from a fate without him?

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Back in reality... the toaster oven tells digital 24hr clock hour. The mannequins stand in the windows showing off their sinful whims. Whimpering to me as I pass by, buy me, wear me, they do poses that strike the likeness of famous ancient movie stars’ films. Me I pass them whispering back I won’t sin. I will win the heavenly place that I payed for to my religion. I pass the people, they pass me, each watching a personal TV. My television allows me to see the future that lies there for each and every being. We call it distance seeing, television transformed into a kind of future vision. Over the past years we have seen visions of the past become realities, Tommy’s Rifle: TASER. HG Wells helicopters, big brother’s eyes and censorship and we still make wagers based on personal opinions. The reality of now is scary, I feel wary to travel further to the future lest they steal my obituary so I can’t make an impact, on the contrary, we signed our names and lives on a contract. The contract killers are seen as heaven sent devils, hackers taking a whack at the areas where society lacks. The world is new the new world order has been put in order to order us as to when and where they want to sort us.

On the table lies an ancient cellphone that survived many repairs and re-modelings... typed on the screen is an unfinished poem that reads... "I took my old fractionariescaper out today to dust off the edges, beveled and smooth. The memories I get when I look at this ancient device, fractionaries that move. The Boy taught me everything, the Boy knows his moves. Gain the people then the popularity, that’s how you win them over with movements. The sound of the night time shadows, the walls work with the motions. Forms of the late-night lackeys, drunk and in love in unison motion. Go find their apartment, pass through the door. A ghost of the reality we once knew, a past life of a w***e. She changed and got a living, the modern money income. She restarted from the beginning, a life in the modern superstore-”

This is the apartment of the still living author who never published a book in his life, famous for nothing, one who enjoys relaxing in the past. Perhaps he will finally outlast his wildest dreams, fantasies of the last generation. Perhaps we will have the greatest scifi writer in the future, one that will change it for the better. This is dedicated to the one who becomes that being, the one who wants to better things.