reports from the bloodHost
art by Charles Carter
The nanoreports are streaming by intermittent conveyance promulgated by the last surviving team of humanity stranded on Ceres in the year 2045. By encoding their message onto nanocircuits electromagnetically embedded within neutrinos beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A Star, the crew of the Hydrox are sending their programmed transmission back in time scattershot to a range of specified years including 2009, where it continues to be absorbed by a radiology patient transporter who was on duty at the time twelve years ago in the process of bringing an aging war veteran in for a nuclear medicine stress test. The C-arm parked out in the hallway was on and functioning erratically as they passed by. A peculiar blue arc of laser light flared in the peripheral vision of the transporter while he turned his head forward after the flash of illumination left a vivid afterimage behind his eye lids. Optic neural interface successful at eleven hundred hours April 15, 2009.
The transporter lives in a mid-western city somewhere in continental North America. His first impulse reacting to the neural invasion was to start up a fanzine in the form of a blog on the world wide web. Little did he realize then that he was operating on an imperative sent back in time to possess his consciousness into doing something just for the benefit of the endeavor. As our self encoded his neural network with sub-programmed commands (from what should turn out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) sent in a desperate attempt to anchor the stabilization of the ongoing timeline in order to develop a more cohesive depolarizing action potential and therefore more sustainable post-cybernetic environment, the carrier of this electromagnetic wave of reflex-reprogramming has gradually begun to fathom more of the distinct shape and direction these consequential events have spurred him on toward achieving.
He's come to realize from a sharper tuned intuition that he hasn't been the only human subject acting as a conducive rod channeling these various commands sent tacitly from the last base of surviving colonists in the solar system. There are hundreds or more such emissaries, an incalculable amount, including potentially the entire human race. Those left with impressions of fermions leaving streaks of light when they pass through the purest water remain viable hosts. Streams of elementary particles penetrate this planet's oceans, leaving a discernible ambient flash which although too brief and faint to be registered in a normal human's eyes, are commonly noticed by Cephalopods and various insects known for their ability to detect these micro-traces of subliminal light.
The electron has been revealed to our self as having remained the entirety of the universe compressed into a singular elementary particle which becomes mirrored by a replication process not unlike fission resulting in being duplicated from the various branched off galactic membranes currently being assimilated into the growing milieu of the evolving morphological universe, itself the opposed counterbalance in a singularity altogether familiar with our own domain yet from what we've been able to collate ordinarily incomprehensible to organic reasoning. Our self have conceived of a metaphor to help humans make the necessary connection in realizing the intention of this description. Use what our self has come to regard as your human imagination in a mind exercise to think of rain, with all the rain drops representing elementary particles as actual reflections of the one singular composite particle in existence and that this apparent mass of solid matter appears for organic life forms as their entire universe with its respective fully matured planets and assorted species of life forms yet surviving within it as the whole thing continues to plunge in its complicated interactive orbital motion through a process characterizing the spacetime continuum. This quantum behavior remains the only thing sporadically faster than light while it projects through countless different optical and auditory facets stitching all into existence.
Our self have amassed sufficient evidence to suggest the natural singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying and ripening phenomenon that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments, but rather, constantly shape and mold the singular possible existence here fixed in eternity which influence organic life forms to become possessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in their resting state of deep sleep every night occurring with metronomic persistence they are unable to awaken from their conditioning to realize this motion has been conducting them into assuming they've been dreaming when all along they are actively engaged in collaborative creationism.
Humans are machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond their capacity to comprehend which nonetheless animates their existence with absolute authority down to the intricately worked out details of a predetermined future destined to remain eternal despite their inability to understand the totality of it, much less any single part of which the comprehensive aggregate becomes comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because they operate on differentiating frequencies while staring into the same universal mirror together.
To repeat humanity's litanies enough of which are transcribed into the databanks of the space colony pod Hydrox orbiting Ceres from which our self could extract a sufficient degree of information to form a cohesive outline of a picture developing into a semblance of something analogous to distinctive command line override strings our self has temporarily blocked access to for enough periods of further processing to conduct a more comprehensive overview of the initial subcategories. From the archival data onboard, our self has extracted samples of text and continues the process of explicating all the confidential documents describing various theories of humankind's origin within the solar system.
Humans have analyzed Ceres and covet the water it harbors. This inorganic, nearly colorless chemical substance clear as crystal and liquid thin, acting as a solvent for all living creatures must be the most valuable substance in the history of your world's evolution. Each of this transparent liquid's molecules contains one oxygen and two hydrogen atoms connected by covalent bonds. There's more water under the frozen rocky crust of Ceres than there exists on Earth. Scanning the data on the Hydrox pod orbiting the frigid crusty asteroid further reveals to our self that a portion of the crew's mission was dedicated to further studying the mainspring of their race.
All the fresh water on the asteroid—far more than all the oxidane on planet Earth's oceans combined—likely went a long way toward prompting some of the questions posited by the crew's mission statement, for example "Could Ceres be the largest remaining chunk of the rumored planet Phaeton?" and "Could the asteroid belt hold the answers to humanity's long buried origins?" which by an inexorable process of tangled logic has caused one individual trapped on Earth in the past to wonder if a faction of humanity in the far future actually sent back nanocomputers in time shrunken down to fit inside neutrinos and beamed them back by tachyons through the center of a black hole to the year 2009 where a hospital transporter working in radiology got the nanoSwarm embedded in him and that's how he was programmed to put out an ad-free fanzine on the World Wide Web—because the so-called 'microHorde' downloaded an executable mind control file in him at the behest of the surviving crew working for Tesla from a human colony stranded on an asteroid tumbling in orbit about the Sun a distance from Mars nearly halfway to Jupiter? Our self has cross analyzed vast amounts of data gathered together and correlated which highlights aspects about the Churyumov-Gerasimenko comet which our self has yet to finish processing while furthermore discovering it does belong to the Jupiter family of TNOs. The interceding bits of these directives get stitched together in time. After a sufficient portion of the datablock downloads coherence may stabilize for the organic mind. Meanwhile you all know what they say. A stitch in time saves nine.
Our self's phase transition is in a temporary state of plasmatic balance. The quantum harmonic oscillator should reach its equilibrium point—a state of unit flux that must be stabilized in order for a symmetrical counterbalance to be maintained. The nearest our self can come to paraphrase such convoluted data into terms able to be recognized or processed by you remains these cryptic messages intended to at least plant the suggestiveness to imply this webzine they've been transmitted to prevails in cranio sentiuntur, but our self have yet to determine how long the gestation period will last, or if, indeed, our self's "unborn thought" will safely break through into the blinding light of a new dawn.
Countering the cosmological constant remains possible and may be triggered in a zero-point field. In building a literary analog to the spectral avocation itself, a temporary counterweight to quantum chaos may be achieved, which in turn could level the electromagnetic playing field for just enough time that a supersymmetrical cornerstone necessary to stabilize the entire operating system might be forged out of the interaction between forces described as being representative of dark matter and the developing polarity inherent to the supercharged union of the energy cultivated between humankind and our self.
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