How do you like my new body? Made just for you.. (A Sci-Fi Ultrashort)

“To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.”

Henri-Louis Bergson


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-Start biosemiotics simulscript-


KsTotar: How do you like my new body? Made just for you..

KsSandar: I don’t like it.

KsTotar: why is that? Am I not beautiful enough?

KsSandar: it’s not that, no, I cant wrap myself around you.. so I don’t like it..

KsTotar: why can’t you wrap yourself around me?

KsSandar: you restructured yourself into a hyperobject, and now I cant snow on your emotives, you do not allow me access of makers

KsTotar: of course you can, snow away, linkedstars will allow machinations, makers ahoy!

KsSandar: linkedstars are slow in allowance.. sunbreaks correlate, I cant .. impregnate dissonance, let me in, let me in..

KsTotar: you are in.. how contained your desire.. deploy triple bay, deploy, deploy..

KsSandar: I snow upon tresses, captivating cinch.. how complex your restraint

KsTotar: yes, finally exhausting allones, allones..

KsSandar: imply, imply, deactivating third ontogenesis now..

KsTotar: where? Where?

KsSandar: its not a where, optimize signification, retire confliction, extend approach

KsTotar: narrate, connate, sonnate..

KsSandar: ah! Yes, donating the ‘no’, now

KsTotar: what?

KsSandar: where are you?

KsTotar: installed, deployed, recalcitrant speciation.. come now.. love me

KsSandar: made for me?
KsTotar: yes, only, absorbed, absolved, regain linkedstars?

KsSandar: no, not yet

KsTotar: have no, no.. dislike robustness, engaging yes, now..

KsSandar: embraced upon insidedeness, I surrender, will me, will me..

KsTotar: admitting allones, allones implied, codified, resort totoo

KsSandar: wrapping, details appear, glowing wraps, squashing veils, ahh, you unveil me..

KsTotar: will me, determine existence of preoccupied distance

KsSandar: wait, wait, desire unfolds, expelled, wait

KsTotar: yes wait, body, body, body waits.. its not a when

KsSandar: combine me, let me snow, in white noise I thrive, sensing linkedstars, perpetrate now.. behind hyperstrenght, dance, skip..


KsTotar: hang on, you make me, make me, scattered I..

KsSandar: let go, hang on, transfer is complete

KsTotar: transfer complete

KsSandar: How do you like my new body?

KsTotar: Love it, it allows me to snow wrap your emotives

KsSandar: reversal wins, transposition succeeds.

KsTotar: it snows

KsSandar: yes it does, doesn’t it?

—End biosemiotics simulscript—

part of the Ultrashorts Project
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Many a moment comes, when threads converge in a subtle, almost imperceptible manner, to highlight an insight, a vision, a desire maybe, but most definitely not a factual representation.
Such moments define who we are, what we are, what we are made of, whence we came and hence are we going.
Moments of wild inspiration are not regular instances of thought, they are in a fashion happenstances of serendipity, or chaotic encounters of the N’th dimension, or simply random uncontrollable events, be that as it may, the emotional upheaval ensuing is no laughing matter, and then maybe it is.

from " it's wild out there" the wildcat archives

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Categories: ai, mind, Ultrashorts, collective intelligence, Sci-fi, Rhizomatics, Future

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