Friday, 7 November 2014

It was a sublime moment, a second of thought, a third of light and a fourth of a message and a vision beyond comprehension, it was a feeling, a strange sense, some sort of emotion that felt like a memory which was a dream, an immense pleasure like some sort of re-assurance.
Further than that, beyond and above unto eternity roaring into infinity, blooming from the throne of some maleficent unreality which captivates the unconscious desire ti escape the surety of the mundane, to ascertain the nature of the fantastic, and find that it is neither but both the same.
The cold is pure, the wind is piercing, it cools my cheeks, it clears my head, it opens my eyes. The darkness cools the fever in my head, glory to the sun and all of my ancestors living with the lidless dead. Away, and forward to all things, what thoughts does the future brings, O Oracle sings of the Sybyll and the nine muses, all the money goes to the makers of fireworks fuses.
Nostradamus slept for a thousand years, I would sleep for a day and sleep forever to wake forlorn again and thereafter to my eventual ruin, I would offer a spoon to the Devil for even a gram of salt, for my luck is not my fault. My compassion is greed, that is my empathy, to want more than you, I could not hate you without feeling you, or rather compensate you for your lack of acting the way I want you to, or rather any other way. My fork for Jesus so he could know that Lucifer feels inadequate, and a Gun for the holy spirit to send the sinners to eternal damnation, so suffer contagiousness in the grave, the ghosts tell me, that is punishment, to be buried alive forever, and to feel the hunger for flesh. 2 Score was all i ever wanted, or 1 score, or no score, but that is better than this empty beauty of timelessness.
It is for my Brother's that I right, they come and sit with me and watch me from their golden thrones in the fantasy of paradisaical fantastical heaven, thronged with the heathen's with their pure lust for nature, and destruction.
A bib for the emperor's, a gift for the explorer's, a final nuance, a hieroglyphic conundrum scraping along the sea floor, through the wardrobe door to Mordor.
I consider Murder almost every day, a silent urge, just to experience a feeling, a forbidden desire is like the purging fire of the matrys, do you hear them scream as there flesh burned? DO you smell the fucking bacon? The Cannibalistic urge to master suffering makes no sense.

Thursday, 3 July 2014

our ego and develop a mental illness to compensate and repress a lack of humility to progress is a paradise, a shivering guilty climax
logic of continuation which is routine a pattern of thought and behavior, which we are inclined to repeat unless we deny, or truly believe
in the morning till I drink my stimulants, and rock beats scissors in a metaphorical game which is an abstract symbol of sum underlying
innocent memorizes and experiences, that I watch like a television as I grumble laying beneath the sheets, and the spirit of hate is life
I am afraid of the night, but more so of the light of the morning which wakes me full of lingering doubts and horrible memories of
So sooth the unfortunate minks could not afford to buy there tea so they raked the bins until they founds a rat, which they cooked and ate
But it is like fucking that, an a that, an at baht a the same, a ways, until the fucking pie in the sky says Mia Culpably la Mamore n fucking hate
distillation of the vital ingredients to fuck you on a trapeze, when even that is perhaps physically inadequate like recurring negative
For the people, for the underground miners whey never see the sun, for the bin takers, for the gypsies, ruin and mean ramification, is the
N hold u and shake u and talk to you when I am all alone with you, and you send shivers up my spine because you are cold compared to my boy
but no sweet, ma bozo are right heavy and raw and need a right seeing to like only you know how, and like fuck me , and again, fuck me and m
But No, Lo, sugar diet could compensate for the lack of fat like a fucking radicalization of the mechanics of turnip growing had swept so
and who knows the secret that they whisper to each other, is it blandishments or are they discussing which of the tropical fish is there fab
And scores of random fuckers walk past, limping there way forward in sum sort of private glory, sum suckered to the path like a mighty fuck
Swim the extravagant mufti colored fish thirsty and eager they jump to breach this surface which extends to grow into a mighty tripodal
Means that another sun has set in the sweltering south, beside the eager mouth in found forth and beyond into the angry sea like a bell
The incomparable profundity of vilification of purity is the abundance of ignominy, shining out of your arsewhole like a fucking lighthouse

Thursday, 27 June 2013

6 - Sci fi

Ten thousand years had passed on Earth since, and the human race had risen and fallen, an illusion of perfection, fairness and beauty. At last there was peace, and the Sect known as the Golden Lion’s had built ancient Madrassa to insure that worldwide disarmament would finally be enforced by the People’s Protector’s sect.
This brought about a new renaissance, a genius was born and aged 7 he rediscovered mathematical equations relating to Cosmic Astronomy and developed these to new unbeknown complexities and conclusions that enabled them to manipulate material into a million myriad forms.
Most beautiful of these, most treasured, was the Grand Telescope. Pure motion is the symmetry of the stars, and they looked deep into the galaxy, and found no world like their own, many planets were too close but few had moons to stabilise their orbit and most suffered terrible and continental volcanic activity which made their atmosphere noxious. The colonies on Mars and the Moon were graveyards. They had been abandoned and left with no supplies during a war thousands of years ago
Then at last they found a planet with a stable orbit in the 4th Quadrant Piquant, Grid red G 159, 0000,0000,0000,0000, the telescope was so powerful they could see the plant as if they were a satellite orbiting above it blue atmosphere, they conducted what tests they could. They could not gather any proper scientific evidence at this vast distance, the planet was 500 Light Years distant, they forecasted, they hoped, they guessed, that the likelihood of oxygen was 98% and the likelihood of life was 99.5%. It had one small moon which seemed to stabilise its orbit. They calculated it was 150 times the mass of earth, and it orbited a White Star at just the right distance
They cupped this blue pearl in their hands, this perfect, rarest crystal, a diamond snowflake, this analogous grain of sand in the palm of their hands. The Lion’s named this planet ‘Eden’. The Golden Lion Sect was entrusted with the Grand Telescope and this naming was a holy thing, a calling from God above, the Earth was heaving with people, over 20 trillion counted and still counting. Siberia was a Megalopolis that stretched from the Pacific coast to the Nile Delta. 7 trillion lived in shanty towns, working to serve the rest. They followed work like nomadic grazers in order that they could afford to buy enough algae and happy, energy pills to keep them alive for another day.
The Golden Lion’s decided that this planet must be claimed ‘for what other reason is required except that such things are there for those who reach out for them, like fresh air in the jungle of man and machine’. The wild lands were fenced now, only the mountains and the deserts of South America remained as the untamed places. If people have an ancient heart, a primitive need to feel the cold wind and smell the trees, the damp grass, come to terms with the silence, to feel a link to consequence. Eden was paradise made possible, purity to escape the poison of the ravaged overcrowded earth.
 Infinity was completed two hundred years later, and then they asked for volunteers Millions clamoured for this unknown possibility. The other sects regarded the Golden Lion’s as politically embarrassing. They were glad they were leaving, ‘be damned and go into to exile, take the poor and the criminals with you, poor people are not very good at leadership; if they had been talented in any way or shape they would not be poor, there were always more of them than was efficiently useful’. The poor were captivated by the moving pictures showing pristine nature and Cowboy films about taming the West, the waiting list was 10 ten times the allocation. The 150 million volunteers were put to sleep and stored in the hold. They dream of the second earth, Eden.
The Lion’s split themselves in two groups. Most of them were cryogenically frozen and placed into the hold. They would be the first to emerge from stasis at the continuum point, the glorious instant in their hibernating mortal coil when they would awake in the atmosphere of Eden. In order to provide a testimony a small group of Lions had been selected, they were hand-picked, carefully developed, bred and educated pupils from the Golden Lion’s academy, brainwashed or enlightened, indoctrinated with an earnest belief in paradise. A settlement was to be built in quadrant fifty seven and they would start a civilization which would maintain the ship for the endless years of light and time.
Infinity was christened with a fragment from the legend and memory of earth’s moon, a zillion kea dace litres wide, and a zillion kea dace litres high. Painted on its sides were Murals of all the ages on earth. Jupiter shrinking as infinity drinks his voluminous endless gases, jettisoning a trail, a sheet of fire a billion zeta litres high and wide. Infinity slowly began to move and its gigantic solar sails unfurled.

The lightest draught - mighty sails, a deepening, mariner, soundless in the vacuum of space. Jutting, frozen, spread-eagled fire, sparkling solar panels stretch out crucified. Smooth and dark were its vast walls, mined from quartz and obsidian, from its sides came the faint lustre of grimy starlight, its vastness obscene. Floundering in time is I – a tin can –I. Acceleration past the sight and sound of our human ears, through the folds of Orion, where the old went to die, lumping its witless carcass, swift winds sail thee through these desolate straits, where the sun shines dim and the wind is feint, Imponderable is the consequence, they are the seekers for the second earth.

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Science Fiction Number 4

Icicles cling permanently to the outside of the dome. In a room 75,000 feet high in the Central Government complex, they all sat dyed deepest purple by the sun, with every garment tinged by the ink stain Witch in the sky, Violet hair and skin, mirrors for eyes, she was stirring her cup of crap dreaming like all of us do of other things, as people talk without really listening to themselves, if ever some quisling benefited, drowning in a sea of paper, of meaningless data.
They did pay her to pass on this slush to the public at large, to give them hard evidence that they are somehow participating in the decision making process she knew well that by telling people about what was happening they found themselves quite regularly under the illusion that by the basis of having an opinion on a matter that they had some sort of right, and if gathered together could somehow influence this process.
She knew their lies, propaganda and manipulation. This propaganda they fed the people so they would not know the true extent of their powerlessness. In high places they sniggered and whispered the tax-profits must flow, to pay for us. And to the people they throw scraps of things to ask if they are doing well.
She would not curse them as corruptible rather non-corruptible in that the malice of their spirit was pure self-interest and this could not be diminished. She knows that they must always strive to control us, and to herd us into the ballet box to sign your name next to theirs’
. She was a consumerist, she only wanted things that made her happy, If this information is somehow some sort of threat to her what She likes, what she consumes, what she objectifies, she does not care about that knowledge. This only presents her with a better opportunity in allowing those who undoubtedly possess some ability to acknowledge her needs and her desires.
Fans whir, and she watches the events unfold, words and numbers, favours and gifts granted the great and good that plot the lives of us unaware, oblivious almost to, unaffected in the extreme, by any who happens to be watching them,  finding themselves almost surprised that they are being played attention too. Still darker matters, are by course not discussed here, only the plain facts of day to day and what is true and fair of course, and then we all shout fore, and hurrah.

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“We are swimming in a sea of gaseous”
The third segment of the fifth division in the council of the third trade federation was meeting at 90,000 feet, to discuss the coming quotas and deals, and alongside them the Quasar. Religious Scientists, who study Physics and the Universal Oblivion to bring them closer to the true essence
On several previously inhospitable planets attempts had been made to begin the process of terra-forming a planet. The process was in its preliminary phases, but they need Oxygen and materials. This was good news for the trade federation as it meant more shipping tariffs. On several planets in the Dargo cluster small domes had been built and working population of five hundred to a thousand attempted to begin a desperate process.
The science has not been tested but the planets are going to be seeded with a Nitrogen atmosphere then oxygen is going to be added this will hopefully create the conditions for these planets to accumulate heat and be able to support running water. We still have soil samples preserved from the Old earth. The process is designed to take nine hundred years. The costs are enormous. There are many who think that this is a ‘white elephant’ that resources, especially oxygen should be preserved.
It was always item one on the agenda, new ice deposits. Our reserves are diminished, and depleted. There are no new deposits within a one year journey flight time they sometimes talked of building a machine and sailing in some random direction in the hope of finding a new rock to cling to. They talked of expeditions, but what with the cost in oxygen and the length of time any signal sent could be detected and in what time zone that signal would be detected, they decided against this as nothing other than a last resort.
New schemes were also being developed to suck the gas out of gas giants in order to transform their gases somehow into oxygen; more likely fuel for our escape ships

 He made a mental note to mention this to the appropriate concerns. Yes we can send out probes but what with a five hundred errors per journey per average can we ever trust what the sensors say. Yes we know that the Scientists have results from sensors saying they have found water, but in what time zone, and as the result of which fault? Is it a smudge on your oscilloscope again?
We have a thousand years to discuss these things, if the population remains constant, and dome diffusion rates on Experimental Material Jiao- 536b continue to be maintained.
‘I will certainly be dead by then, and what if material wealth does not trouble me to implant myself to some uncomfortable ship on a ruin to nowhere when I can join in the worldly comforts of my high rank in society. Live in comfort now, death will come soon enough’
In tumbling meetings like these, he tried to suppress a yawn, blinking at some indifferent interest. All he really needed to get by was to keep looking at the screen. A spokesman for the Inevitability of Finite organisation was arriving at the only conclusion which could be reached, that life on the asteroids was not sustainable. They were arguing for continuing the vital distribution of resources to the research and development of the planetary colonisation board. Several planets had been found………..
He had heard this before and he never quite believed it. He knew that they had almost five thousand years worth of present and future supplies of Ice. The money should be used to find more advanced propulsion technology. This was a large asteroid belt; surely there was more ice to be found. He felt sure that the process of terra-forming even part of a planet was far too complex and likely to bring about the demise of their ever fragile existence on the asteroids.
He can see orange flares reflected far away from an arc in the curvature of the dome as near distant ships charge their engines. They slowly become visible as they move to dock; they slip into the meagre atmosphere of Cassandra’. Still the mind tended to wander to distant windows as the chatter droned on…….
The mercantile corporations freighters had arrived gigantic translucent rectangles, hovering beyond the tip of the dome, huge banners hung from their sides, twelve suns and five Gas Giants. A gesture of the grandiose and grotesque designed to impress and awe the ignorant. The Seventeen houses of Sand supplied the huddled masses using greenhouses and menageries; orbiting farms, algae silos from the underground farms on Alamosa, and variety of fish from the Sundry of Quokkas.
The quality of the produce could never match any expectations of quality or taste, the food was cheated of its true flavour by excessively cloying radiation, they were the houses of Sand, for most had lost interest in food, and preferred to tune into the spheres.
He was tuning out; he was not listening to what the other man was saying, he was perfectly sure it was fairly similar in tone to what he had said. Undoubtedly the women after him would say something almost similar and we would go on until it was his turn to say something similar again.


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The Quasar were needed here, some lived in awe. On these marooned Asteroids they had found ice and made their dwellings on rock and persisted for long century’s dark as the night and universe. Perhaps we had evolved into some new life form that floated rather than walked and choked in the meagre light, and huddled together at the schism of draughts and pale sunless skin. They remembered and celebrated a bitter exodus of millennia, from where memory fades further still to memories of earth, the blue sky and the one yellow sun- Where the deep oceans swelled.
They were worried about something. They had left 38,000 cubit hours ago. It was a scramble, firing transparent pods into space; such damned unreliable behaviour was to be expected from the Quasar. What pervaded these people for who sense and reason was not the highest form? He understood rational consumers of religious social goods, and had a great belief in the true purpose and sense of the Quasar as a spiritual aside to the cause and effect of everyday life, a cathartic for the deep depression that lay upon these people.
Since then he had heard nothing in reply to his urgent messages. The new cycle had begun but still the people were feeling slightly perturbed by this. It weakened his position as he cursed under his breath in the tone of the mockers, the drunks and cynics.
“Orange Papery”
Truthfully, his percentage was good, but when they meditated he could no longer claim such a large share of the tax profits for this month. He wonders if the Quasar would be penniless beggars if it were not for him and his organisational flair for business.
He murmurs to himself “Lest the planet evolvers drain all the oxygen from Cassandra to help their stunted little cities”




Sci fict

“I am a servant of the ancient way.
My number is one, two, three, four, five, six and seven.
These are the most ancient numbers I have heard.

I see the concavity of the edge,
I sense the symmetry of the heavens and the earth.

The spirits are around me and with me.
I do not notice them but they are with me now.

There is only truth,
All other things are lies.
This is logic.

I am a servant of the unchanging way,
The hawk is on my arm, the lion sleeps at my side,
The tiger guards my bed.
The crocodile is my unsleeping vigilance.

An ellipse is perfection,
Its value is nature is an approximation.
This shows we cannot know the mind of the universe.
This is logic.

Loquacious, dimorphic nebulae,
Sublime Paradoxical,
Symphonic fall from which ascent,
My eyes to see the blue sea
My eyes to feel the fresh wind
My mind for the blue sky
My heart for the Golden Dawn

Glory to Horus,]
Worship Osiris if you would, or should]
Beauty is Isis]

Mind perceives matter,
Mind then controls matter,
This is Logic.

I am a servant of the unchanging way
I am legion, particle in the infinity of space.
I must be ascension,
I must climb mountain peaks to find clean and fresh air.
The cold air cleans my thoughts and I become aware,
I sense the truth around me,
I give this truth no name; there are no things other than this truth.
All other things are lies.
This is logic

This is the way, and this way is always the way and it has never changed and it never will
There can be no other way except this way.
This is logic.
This is truth.

The sun rises above my head and is set.
I am illuminated.
The moon follows the path of my outstretched arms,
I raise a pillar of salt,
I draw the motions of the tides in the sands,
This is his mantra; he sits in a compartment at five hundred and twenty two thousand feet above the asteroid; a priest, a hermit, an initiate into secret and arcane knowledge. It has no value now, this most ancient knowledge, this first secret divined by the mind of man.
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I hear my breathing slow, and it becomes deep and rhythmic, and smoke spouts from my eyes. I see its condensation harden and coagulate on the roof.

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I lie back and listen to my heart-beat and gaze at the Universe,
And the universe looks back at me,
I am suddenly aware,
The echo of some deafening drum


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Inside the deepening gloom,
 I turn on artificial lamps that spark lightness and whiteness into the room, they float eerily like candles, a death’s head smile that leers or grimaces at me, chiselled marble, he hands his lightning to the scarred earth below, and we know judgement has been passed, on all those who float and pass, mirage upon the horizon, no clarity or space simply a clutter, of ancient lights, or flight of seagulls deep on the sea retching and swaying with the frothing wide, simply sighing simply my sail flutters in the maddening deep, ellipse, yearning forever that swept curvaceous , glinting and sparking  like Diamonds, winking in and out of existence, my peripheral vision is cast away as my prison, yet all around is blithe in its own blindness, the trees scream in On the fakery, under the fakery on the inner worlds, scream and atoms tremble to hear their deep and tortured wailing as they take root upon rock and twisted earth, parched of air..

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Unblinking lights…………..
Convoluted time wraps itself around me in this shroud - obscene and gratuitous nothingness.
Solaris flares,
 Radiation scars my eyes,
 Gloom, heartless light,
 We have forgot,
Yellow sun, blue skies,
Mighty ocean,
Lost deeps of time
 Stranded
Brittle
 Perception, life
Constant – Time surrounds me unintelligible.
Salvation Postulation,
MADRE, MADRE, MADRE.

I lie here and listen to my heart – beat.

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Monday, 24 June 2013

6

6

It arrives like a bird. I awake to see it clung to my life support vessel- a mermaid, clinging to my ship. Parasitic these creatures travel through space by some magic device of their own making, then they attach themselves to Space vessels and by channelling into their proposed victims sensory systems they devised a suitable appearance in order to lure their prey into a false sense of enflamed, undiminished, sensual desire.
Space travel was hampered by these parasites, male and female alike succumbed to their charms all too easily, and if you succumbed and went to objectify their vision they would catch you and kill you sucking the oxygen out of you and your body would shrivel and be discarded like snake skin by this predator. It could take any shape including that of a very large lizard; however opinion was divided on why a very large powerful lizard could not just bite into the spaceship and eat the victim rather than trying to lure the victim, which led to a large amount of speculation on the actual physical form of the beast. However, as no-one had even come close to catching the thing, which could move lightning fast, we did not know how fast because we could not track their end point, maybe they went into another dimension, who knows ?
No evidence has been collated to discover if they are indeed android or carbon based, because being invisible, unless hunting, no-one had ever succeeded in capturing one, they seemed to be also intelligent and would avoid larger ships, preferring single and smaller groups. They usually detached when you reached an Asteroid, why they weren’t clinging to the windows and why they seemed to be frightened of missiles when they could make them look so slow was anyone’s guess.
I am not sure quite why they insist on building see through spaceships when they could have solved the problem of these parasites by using non translucent material. It just seems to be one of these things that have always been done. I guess if it you can overcome the physiological urge you come to appreciate the things, and that’s why they build translucent space craft.
Your brain was telling you what that beautiful naked, posturing women, with the gorgeous hair, looking like a close cousin of Trish, was a Deadly Alien, your body was telling you something subconscious, well actually physically conscious, and I was thinking of Trish like she was some sort of crutch, and this thing was tapping into it. I kept playing back scenes from last week, or even last year, to remind me that I could be happy, at least happy because she always made it seem so quick, when she left for a few months, I never got the chance to get a closer look, and the thing was quiet at least. It was very attentive, not tuned into the spheres again for twenty seven Arcos, not zoned out in the corner, with me sticking my chin out and acting like something else. 


The creature detaches and transforms into a huge lizard, launches itself and disappears into deep space, the tracker missiles screaming, futile, deadly slow in comparison to her vast acceleration.
The auto-pilot engages at 50,000 feet. A ramp extends from the dome, beacons blink, magnets. The five suns are dull in the mid-year sky, I send a message to acknowledge my delivery, I watch as my Credit account is credited.
Fireworks are shot from deep in the oxygen mines, a coughing explosion echoing thunders around the dome, rumbling a deepening crescendo, Rockets charge into the sky,
Fluorescence, sighing into smoke, a briefest star, time speeds. Lest all fades into nothingness, we are left smouldering to linger for a while, in the cold and frozen,

An explosion leaves us in its awesome wake, in the distance, the incomprehensible

v

At 75,000 feet Trish stirs her cup of crap, and looks plainly out of the window on to the streets below. She was a journalist covering the third great council,
Sitting in her red dress, she jotted things on her typewriter, dreaming like all of us do of other things, as people talk without really listening to themselves, if ever some quisling benefited, drowning in a sea of paper, of meaningless data.
If this information is somehow some sort of threat to her what She likes, what she consumes, what she objectifies, she does not care about that knowledge. This only presents her with a better opportunity in allowing those who undoubtedly possess some ability to acknowledge her needs and her desires. They did pay her to pass on this slush to the public at large, to give them hard evidence that they are somehow participating in the decision making process. She was a consumerist, she only wanted things that made her happy, she knew well that by telling people about what was happening they found themselves quite regularly under the illusion that by the basis of having an opinion on a matter that they had some sort of right, and if gathered together could somehow influence this process. So powerless they protest at every scandal until they elect a successor. This successor will continue this process, this wielding of power to the benefit of those this person owes personal and sensual dependence upon, and to the people they throw scraps of things to ask if they are doing well.
She knew their lies, propaganda and manipulation. This propaganda they fed the people so they would not know the true extent of their powerlessness. In high places they sniggered and whispered the tax-profits must flow, to pay for us.
She would not curse them as corruptible rather non-corruptible in that the malice of their spirit was pure self-interest and this could not be diminished. So like all people their self-interest is power and the maintenance of such, and so they fear us. She knows that they must always strive to control us, and to herd us into the ballet box to sign your name next to theirs.
Fans whir, and she watches the events unfold, words and numbers, favours and gifts granted the great and good that plot the lives of us unaware, oblivious almost to, unaffected in the extreme, by any who happens to be watching them,  finding themselves almost surprised that they are being played attention too. Still darker matters, are by course not discussed here, only the plain facts of day to day and what is true and fair of course, and then we all shout fore, and hurrah.

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I suppose we were swimming in a sea of gaseous, anyhow that is what they said, the third segment of the fifth division in the council of the third trade federation was meeting at 90,000 feet, to discuss the coming quotas and deals, and with them as always went the Quasar. The great Religious Scientists, who study of Physics and Great Universal oblivion, brought them closer to the true essence.

            Dalia’s houses-----------------------
Obscure litany, Immensity slight.
Mutable bucolic largesse, aggrandisement,
  Stuck for feet, sleight, of rampaging whores,
Fleeing to the basement for ever mores, CORECUT

On several previously inhospitable planets attempts had been made to begin the process of terra-forming a planet. The process was in its preliminary phases, but they need Oxygen and materials. This was good news for the trade federation as it meant more shipping tariffs. On several planets in the Dargo cluster small domes had been built and working population of five hundred to a thousand attempted to begin a desperate process.
The science has not been tested but the planets are going to be seeded with a Nitrogen atmosphere then oxygen is going to be added this will hopefully create the conditions for these planets to accumulate heat and be able to support running water. We still have soil samples preserved from the Old earth. The process is designed to take nine hundred years. The costs are enormous. There are many who think that this is a ‘white elephant’ that resources, especially oxygen should be preserved.
It was always item one on the agenda, new ice deposits. Recently the list had been dwindling to nothing. If they did find anything new there would be over two hundred year journey times. They talked of building a ship and sailing in some random direction in the hope of finding a new rock to cling to. They talked of expeditions but what with the cost in oxygen and the length of time any signal sent could be detected and in what time zone that signal would be detected, they decided against this as nothing other than a last resort.
New schemes were also being developed to suck the gas out of gas giants in order to transform their gases somehow into oxygen; more likely fuel for our escape ships, he made a mental note to mention this to the appropriate concerns. Yes we can send out probes but what with a five hundred errors per journey per average can we ever trust what the sensors say. Yes we know that the Scientists have results from sensors saying they have found water, but in what time zone, and as the result of which fault? Is it a smudge on your oscilloscope again?
We have a thousand years to discuss these things, if the population remains constant, and dome diffusion rates on Experimental Material Jiao- 536b continue to be maintained. I will certainly be dead by then, and what if material wealth does not trouble me to implant myself to some uncomfortable ship on a ruin to nowhere when I can join in the worldly comforts of my high rank in society. Live in comfort now, death will come soon enough.
In tumbling meetings like these, he tried to suppress a yawn, blinking at some indifferent interest. All he really needed to get by was to keep looking at the screen. A spokesman for the Inevitability of Finite organisation was arriving at the only conclusion which could be reached, that life on the asteroids was not sustainable. They were arguing for continuing the vital distribution of resources to the research and development of the planetary colonisation board. Several planets had been found………..
He had heard this before and he never quite believed it. He knew that they had almost five thousand years worth of present and future supplies of Ice. The money should be used to find more advanced propulsion technology. This was a large asteroid belt; surely there was more ice to be found. He felt sure that the process of terra-forming even part of a planet was far too complex and likely to bring about the demise of their ever fragile existence on the asteroids.
He can see orange flares reflected far away from an arc in the curvature of the dome as near distant ships charge their engines. They slowly become visible as they move to dock; they slip into the meagre atmosphere of Cassandra’. Still the mind tended to wander to distant windows as the chatter droned on…….
There freighter’s had arrived a week ago, gigantic translucent rectangles, hovering around the tip of the dome, huge banners hung from their sides, twelve suns and five Gas Giants. A gesture of the grandiose and grotesque designed to impress and awe the ignorant.
The mercantile corporations which supplied the huddled masses, honoured in their position. The Seventeen houses of Sand.  With there greenhouses and menageries, you could call them farms, orbiting in their glass rectangles at the right distance from their star. Algae silos from the underground farms on Alamosa, and variety of Fish from the Sundry of Quokkas. The quality of the produce could never match expectations, they were cheated of its true flavour and its homely sustenance because it has been cultured artificially, so these were named the houses of Sand, for people long ago lost any great interest in food, and preferred to tune into the spheres. For such torpor was the spectacle of the Festival of the Golden Sun Rose devised.
He was tuning out; he was not listening to what the other man was saying, he was perfectly sure it was fairly similar in tone to what he had said. Undoubtedly the women after him would say something almost similar and we would go on until it was his turn to say something similar again.



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The Quasar was worried about something. They had left three days ago. Their departure was always the same. Lifts and jets and other such mystical techniques fired their transparent pods into space, and the people would watch them from their towers. Blue lights like fireflies, fairy lights just beyond the dome. The pale blue phosphorous calmed them as they chanted and meditated, or so they perhaps claimed. He wondered what symbolism was this. What scheme pervaded these people for whom sense and reason did not signify their role as cathartic for the deep depression that lay upon these people. This they had perhaps reclaimed from nature, evolved into some new life form that floated rather than walked and choked in the meagre light, and huddled together at the schism of draughts and pale sunless skin.   
He admitted that this was needed here; such was the condition of life here, a limpet on twelve rocks surrounded by fifty rocks of Solid water ice. The mumbo-jumbo surrounding the Quasar was permitted to keep the latent psychotics in society sated who were not satisfied by the usual excesses. They saw azure dots in the sky and their primeval hearts were troubled. Some lived in awe, on these marooned Asteroids they had found ice and made their dwellings on rock and persisted for long centuries, dark as the night and universe, arriving here from their bitter exodus of millennia, from where memory fades, memories of earth, blue sky and the one yellow sun- Where deep oceans swelled
For three whole days we had heard nothing in reply to our urgent messages to them. The new cycle had begun but still the people, sensible or Drug-awed, were feeling slightly perturbed by this. Even myself as a rational consumer of even religious social goods, and understanding the true purpose and sense of the Quasar as a spiritual aside to the cause and effect of every day life..
Still such damned unreliable behaviour was to be expected from the Quasar. It weakened his position as he cursed under his breath in the tone of the mockers, the drunks and cynics.
Orange Papery”
True enough his wages were good , because the Quasar sold a great number of trinkets and gadgets across the galaxy to the faithful, still with them inactive in meditation he could no longer claim such a large share of the tax profits for this month. He wonders if the Quasar would be penniless beggars if it were not for him and his organisational flair for business.
He murmurs to himself

“Lest the planet evolvers drain all the oxygen from Cassandra to help their stunted little cities”