(Mountainscape of light as seen through a photo multiplication tube lens.) photo by the author (shaun lawton).
The nanomissive I'm receiving now seems to indicate an endless transmission reflecting a focus of intent on behalf of the surviving team of humanity stranded on Ceres sometime in the future. By encoding everything onto nanocircuits embedded on neutrinos beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A*, they managed to send this fleet of programming back in time to the year 2009 where it was absorbed by a radiology patient transporter on duty 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 acting funny as he passed by, and a blue arc of laser light flared in his peripheral vision after turning his head back forward from looking at it.
That transporter lived in a midwestern city somewhere in continental North America. That's when he first had the idea to start up a free publication of art and writing 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 for the love of the endeavor rather than to profit monetarily from it. As the nanohorde encoded his neural network with subprogrammed commands (from what turns out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) apparently sent in a final desperate attempt to anchor the stabilization of our own ongoing timeline to develop into a more cohesive and sustainable post-cybernetic environment, the carrier of this electromagnetic wave of information was beginning to fathom more of the shape these events had spurred on for him.
I've come to realize from a sharper tuned intuition that he wasn't the only human subject acting as a conducive rod channeling various commands sent tacitly from the stranded base of last surviving humans on Ceres. There are thousands of us and possibly millions or even, potentially, the entire human race today as we know it. I've been thinking lately about how neutrinos leave streaks of light when they pass through the purest water. As they penetrate our planet's oceans, they must barely leave a discernible ambient flash; too brief and faint to be registered in a normal human's eyes. Cephalopods and various insects have been known for their ability to detect polarized light. But I digress. It has led to a strange thought.
The neutrino itself therefore has been revealed to remain the entirety of all universes compressed into a singularity which manages to be mirrored by a duplication process not unlike cloning from a branched off membrane which is assimilated into the growing milieu of the morphological universe, itself the opposed counterbalance in a singularity altogether familiar with our own yet somehow incomprehensibly different. One way of thinking of what I mean is to realize all the rain drops in this mind exercise represent every neutrino as actual reflections of the one singular neutrino in existence and that very solid object appears to be our universe with this planet and current species of humanity yet surviving upon it as we apparently continue to plunge in motion through a process involving the spacetime continuum. Of course its the only thing faster than light, and it project through a million different facets stitching us into existence.
There's evidence to suggest this singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments but rather constantly shape and mold the singular only possible existence here frozen in eternity and possessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in our resting state of deep sleep every night occurring with metronomic persistence we are unable to really wake up from our conditioning to realize this motion conducts us into dreaming.
The reason for this remains with the evidence we're machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond our comprehension which nonetheless animate our complete existence with absolute and total authority even down to the intricately worked out details of a predetermined and fixed future existence destined to remain eternal despite our inability to understand the whole of it much less any single part of which it's comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because we operate on differentiating frequencies while we stare into the same universal mirror.
