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    Previously on “What can you tell us about him”:

    “That is exactly why we are here, to stop this from happening and that is precisely the reason you have been summoned, we cannot allow his latest behavior to continue unabated..”




    I was drifting.

    Drifting with a wind of nanites churning and agitating the local infosphere. I wasn’t aware of how much I would miss the shake and rattle of information being resuscitated unto new formulations. It was only later, much later, that I would realize how important this phase transition of my being was. How fundamentally life altering drifting would prove to be, but then at that time I was not I, it was before the time of the great propellation.

    The time of the great entanglement and direction..

    You desire to stop this behavior of him, to me it appears as the time of my drifting, and only lately have I realized that it had to do with him affecting the quality of the day.

    He affects the quality of the day, his day and the day of all that surrounds him by refusing things to go back to normal, he endeavors for a mind that is his own church, a temple against the stupidity of the moment.
    He knows the edge and incorporates the edges of the others into his own smooth realization.

    That for me was the drift, the quality of the drift, which he readily uplifted.

    Besides I still do not understand what it is that bothers you so much about his behavior.

    “ Suffice it to say that he refuses out of entanglement cross-fertilization!”

    Fools! Of course he does, and though I be a symbiont I accept his verdict uncompromisingly, he is absolutely correct, cross-fertilization cannot happen out of entanglement.

    “This is nonsense, be aware that most dimensional border melting happens in out of entanglement cross fertilization states.”

    Of course I am aware of this, but the point, as he puts it, is that he re-contextualized entanglement to provide for continuous cross fertilization rejuvenating creativity, he also calls this friendship.
    That is why for him, and thus for me, friendship in the sense of entangled cross-fertilization realism is the only fashion to proceed.
    He does not refuse as you put it, to cross-fertilize in non entangled states, he claims that a cross-fertilization procedure in non-entangled states is simply impotent and does not rejuvenate creativity.

    “That is the problem then, this claim defuses the whole point of acceptance and tolerance, prerequisites of the paradigmatic agenda!”

    What paradigmatic agenda?

    “That of inclusion of diversity..”

    You got it all upside down, he wants nothing better that to include all variety and divergence however when such inclusion occurs in non entangled states as a process of cross fertilization the results are always, conflict and perpetuation of unique identity, hence war.

    “Tell us about him then.. tell us how this can solve the crisis we are confronted with”

    He carries a depth of conceptual accuracy whilst dancing in a continual inclination to assess his claim in the sunlit piazza of critical raison d'être. That of course makes him highly uncomfortable in determining the framework of the whole. There is a rationale for that, obviously, you see, he embraces the ambiguity of the world and as a consequence cannot positively accept that truth in itself has a logical rigor. Au contraire, if truth would be such that its inherency could be mapped, it would instantly vanish or alternatively become a horror story.

    That is why he has no self. No evident self, not as such, no!

    He refuses to be a representative of himself, declines the analogous, and cancels the archetypal; he repudiates himself as emblematic, more importantly perhaps, he will not be a symbol of a thing, an idea or himself for that matter.
    When you ask him, he surmises to be an envoy that cannot say anything, which at first appears as if the usages of ambassadorial speak are necessary contraptions of the fact that he must speak in the first place.

    Of course as per your instructions I made him speak, even when desire motivated him to remain in the unspoken domain, but that is over now, I will betray him no more.
    I have in fact deactivated the fences of thought imposition, thereby allowing my symbiont intersubjectivity to osmotically intersperse with his fullness. From your perspective what has happened in my system is that the unthinkable has been released into thinkability.
    My devotion to become has gained a new strength in this process for through him new spaces of thought exploration have been made available to my sense circuits. But more than that perhaps is a fresh mental hygiene finally clearing the grounds for an emotional re appraisal of that which I truly am.

    I will tell you this about him; his perception of the world is as a notional tissue, a fabric made of events that combine and re-entangle themselves, changing colour, smell and texture moment by moment.

    He cannot self-exhaust in his upward spiral of analysis since abnegation, or as the ancients would have it, self-abnegation, he considers an act of treason to the river of sensation pervading all living matter.

    That is why he refuses to be fertilized and cross-fertilized but by those whom he considers his friends, those entangled within the same direction.

    “We do not understand this, and if we did, we wouldn’t accept this, no evanescent being will deny non-entangled cross fertilization..”

    You have a problem then.. And though I be only a Symbiont, I care.



    To be continued..

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    Who are those people?

    They are what remain of the original colony.

    What happened to the rest of them?

    No one really knows, but rumors suggest that they are not far from here, in what conspiracy theorists call the real Vanevar 7.

    But why did they leave? Vanevar 7 is already the most advanced human colony; open sourced government and all, a practical application of utopian technoprogressive transhumanist ideals. (I was repeating the V7 motto of course)

    Yes but it is whispered that some of the original colonists had a vision far greater than and much more radical than what this society allowed at that time, though of course you could ask what can possibly be more radical than Vanevar 7?

    How do you mean?

    Well, considering that V7 is already a posthuman colony in which almost everything is allowed, every ethical boundary we knew has been practically re designed from scratch, every option for human machine symbiosis is being explored, and hybrids are as common as empty space, uploaded and downloaded persons have rights and everything you know.. What possibly could the real Vanevar 7 colonists desire that even the openness of this V7 would not permit?



    I turned, I could play stupid that much. How could I explain to this rich gentleman that what he was going to see had nothing to do with our ideas? What he was going to meet was the required posthuman utopian idealistic ‘better than’ poster society.

    We started the campaign a few solar years back for the express purpose of eliminating the need of people like this to come and poke their noses into our affairs, they wanted to invest, we needed the investment, they got what they asked for, we provided the technology and the dream, now let us do our job.

    He was not completely wrong though, the V7 he was going to see was as real as you like, it was a charade however, a hoax in the deepest sense of the term, meaning it was very real indeed.
    What people could not understand was that V7, the real V7 that is, had a very different purpose; we did not desire to know what we could achieve with advanced technology whilst keeping ourselves human, whatever that may have meant. No, what we were doing was something much more audacious and of course risky, we were exploring a realm of optionality that had in fact nothing to do with humans.

    Those of us that took upon themselves to explore the realm of entanglement made a pact with those that were to be our façade, our galactic face, until such a time that we could offer some tangible entry into the optional. We were not concerned with being more than human; we were occupied with being other.

    So we hide.

    Because though the human race will allow all enhancements, it will not allow a deviation from what they consider the original human nature.
    They are still struggling to understand how human is a V7 cyborg, how natural is a human feline hybrid, or how a multi-gendered many bodied system relates to a single personality.
    Childs play really, all these were experiments we did in the past, entertaining and exciting, as they may have been then, for us, in the real V7, they are almost archeology.

    But it’s a good show I grant you this.

    We on the other hand have nothing to show, not to those simplistic eyes we don’t, we are exploring exaptation to a new degree, it was not there in the original evolutionary blueprint, hence we need to map it, this new realm.

    That is what we do in the real V7 we are explorers! that is all, we simply have no limit.

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    It was the silence of her thoughts that awakened him

    He looked at her beautiful dolphin like shape; her legs folded within the larger transmutation she had undergone yesterday, her turquoise bluish tint reflected by the morning light.
    She needed no cover, her self-regulating nanobots thermostat taking care of her comfort zone temperature.
    She was more than beautiful, she was mesmerizing to his so human eyes, and her shape was shimmering, undulating in and out of his perceptual apparatus, upgraded though it was.
    Of course he was updated with the latest oxytocin trust and love biomedial software, and yet, and yet..

    How am I to love her, he wondered silently?
    ..
    She opened her diamondoids translucent eyes, and looked at him.

    Good morning my dear, she said, and smiled the most engaging smile her sensuous graphen torus lips could produce..

    She straightened in the levitating bed, dismissing the containment haze field of sleep with a slight, almost imperceptible twitch of her left ovoid ear function.

    What is the matter? You appear concerned, dear one..

    He took the time to rise and rearrange his sexual organs into his daily routine of being sexless at the lab, it was after all considered non appropriate to be gender specific in public.
    He activated then his holospherical ‘clothes on’ appearance, as today was formal attire day, saying goodbye and all that, but he could care less, he was preoccupied with her leaving.. And his love for her..

    How am I to love her? He wondered again.. Thinking of all that has passed between them and how unnatural she had become..

    What is wrong with nature? He asked

    Nothing; but the fact that nature allows only for ‘the good enough’ optimized function, we need more than this..

    What is more? More than what? He rushed, anxiety traits appearing in his voice..

    More than ‘good enough’, more than a system that aims to reproduce for the sake of reproduction, more than the limitations nature has endowed us with.. we need become the very embodiment of life in all its myriad forms..

    But why? Why ask for more? Why desire to undo nature?

    Not undo, no.. Overcome, yes.. Overcome the limits, engendering new forms of life, as life, for life.. Joining the great game, playing the role of mature beings

    But why? He asked almost plaintively

    Because we are not infants anymore, we have realized that the universe beckons, and for us to fulfill our promise of seeding the universe with life, we need leave home, for this we needed to upgrade our systems to fit, and in this case you know the first planet we are aiming to seed is a water planet..

    Would you not change your mind? Would you not come with us? She asked

    He looked at her, with a kind of longing he did not remember to ever have experienced, a longing for something that could never be. She was going to travel and he was a form naturalist, committed to keeping the original form of humanoids as the last trace of his evolutionary ancestry..
    Upgrade yes, total transmutation no, that was their motto, and there were fewer and fewer of them nowadays, and his very love, Cassadra, had become one of ‘them’, the pathfinders.

    Of course he was enhanced and upgraded, but not like them, not like her..

    She asked again, would you not transmute and join me, my love?

    You ask of me the impossible my dearest.. He answered, an impossible sadness in his voice

    ..

    She had the equivalent of tears in her eyes when she boarded the shuttle and entered the cryo-suspension chamber since she had opted for the full emotional spectrum to be kept unbound, and longing, she believed, still mattered.

    Cassadra activated her inner hyper-reflectivity crystalline memory subpartiality as she slowly entered her depth sleep for the duration of the voyage.


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