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joe was waiting this message since several years ago. despite waiting it, he wasn’t less surprised by the message. a few years ago, it might have made sense. but not now anymore.
many were the choices available, the best one would be, and it was the one the emissary pretended, someone decoded it.
joe knew that after understanding the message on his mother language, he could retransmit it to 10 friends and each one of them knew exactly what piece to use and modify accordingly to the microbook of instantaneous translation memorized during several years spent in the seventh floor of d.pedro hotel in lisbon.
but not this time, no, not at this time.
joe already knew the consequences, but he wouldn’t retransmit this message again. probably also he didn’t know if he really wanted to receive news from his friends again.
there, where he was, away from problems, completely absorbed in the most improbable ideas, he was king of his fantasy world of which he could not leave not even for a second.
independently of the consequences.
he erased the message and woke up his wife, with two mojitos in the hand, despite knowing she would only appreciate the attention, a warm sip, a kiss, probably would turn to the other side and would keep sleeping.
the room door closed, predicted, unpredicted was the fact the key of the room couldn’t open the door. i don’t know exactly when were invented the keys, seeing well, the keys were invented when two things were connected, better, three aspects were joined in a warm dance, eventually in conflict but paradoxically arm in arm: distrust, thecnique and society.
note for you: i am writing you a romance. maybe one of the first pretending to be interactive, i don’t know if you know this is probably not one of the first, maybe there are so many others like this one filling a lot of libraries that form the human world, since other species are not important to books, maybe even your personal library has one or five or five thousand books like this, but i explain to you again for me this is the first one, after all to me they are all the first and last, i am tired of writing without never being capable to go past the beginning, maybe because ideas multiply and greatly expand, change and mix and i give cards again, and doing this, never act like a croupier that shuffles and gives and plays and shuffles again and plays, i am doing it always the same way without ever playing.
new pause, new equation, new discernment. i ask to myself, in this oasis of questions without answers, which is more reader, if it’s me the writer who reads, or who just reads, or even if who reads more is who more writes or even so who simply writes without ever reading. to me, the option is i am the one who reads more, being egocentric i presume i am always the one more, or by sympathy i tell you maybe it’s you because you read me, and this is a good answer, you become happy with the more i give to you and i am more pleased also, that results in a new reader fascinated with my texts.
or maybe not. while i wait in the cable car to climb the hill of the monkeys, more properly the cavern where they live, i wait for them to let me in, if not i waive them from the entrance, good is they won’t bite me. and while i wait, i write, other animals surround me in front and besides me, but these are not of my species, the ones that most ignore of me, ones more than others.
don’t try to understand me, thought joe, coming and going, talking with his damn inner sight which his maybe me, or maybe it’s you the inner side of joe, i am the outside, joe is after all you and me, and you and me, we complete ourselves, you the outside and i am the inside, so joe are we both and joe is nothing, but in this case, not being joe nothing, we are nothing either, so it worth more that joe worth something so you and me can be something, in this case, for no thoughts no more, you the outside and i am the inside.
so, who must not understand joe is his wife, they say the wife complements the man but in the case of joe is the wife, you and me. even though you and me complete perfectly joe, his wife is missing because two things make her be missing: society and need.
don’t try to understand me, says joe. and his wife didn’t react the best way. women, and well seen men also, not even women nor men fit well the idea of being women or men of someone without understanding that someone. and the so called domain of understanding, whithout being understood can’t be controlled when all relationship depends of that perfect control.
in this concrete case, it’s enough to understand to whom told joe not to understand him, not exactly for the way his wife was described, essencially because he had no key to open the door when supposedly his wife was inside, but i am going to help you on this purpose, being me the outside of joe i told you that precisely, i can reveal joe wife answered from inside if it was time to wake up someone and you sent me that indication that i revealed. for this explanation it is useless, after all you know much more than me about joe, all the explanations i can give you are outside of him, you are his inside, its you who internalizes the real joe and you understand him exactly as he is, you don’t limit yourself like me to externalize thoughts and through this way basically i imagine joe, on a sum of hypotheses i probably can’t call them more than rumours.
you, reader, you are the inside. reader, inside.
and me, me writer, i am the outside.
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quinta-feira, 24 de fevereiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011
THEN11t0217
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all eyes were fixed on z3b. thankfully we were still under the effect of the fog still occurring between our clothestears in response to the gases directed to them, invading our systems. youtch know, our eyes fixed as they were, z3b would lose one of his lives. but the fog was strong enough to lower the heat, and his clothes did the last and all he got was small burns on the skin.
it’s painful indeed. we are not used to pain anymore. any small amount of pain enables the antipain link between our clothes and the blood system. but youtch know that, i like to talk and it’s difficult to stop when i shut off rationality. that’s what i usually do, even though some systems block me just because of that, i enjoy seeing my nlfer fight against other nlfers, i know it’s dangerous, but at least they have fun. it’s bad enough they are not alive, but at least they can fight.
mercurian has he is, he stayed silent. we kept looking at him, but no answers. i thought we had nothing against him, but considering our friendship with y7s, she needed to know we found him.
no answer on the other side, y7s is silent also.
what should we do? i can’t leave a message, or it’s going to be traced also.
maybe she’s with an healthengineer right now. but i don’t have any idea which she chose. maybe i can see on her appointments. there they are. i’m going there right now.
- z3b, you must go with me immediately.
- where are we going?
- ah! now you are talking. too late, my friend, now you are going with me. no more explanations until we arrive
- ok, but we can’t go together. you know we can’t.
- obviously. i follow you. connect to my route and i drive you. when you arrive, i am already there through an alternate route.
i am not there as he expects, but they are together. it’s their problem, let’s see how they can fix it.
where am i going? i am a quiet lfer. a routine is a good routine. everything in order, no stress, it’s time to hear a good sound, let’s see what events are happening around.
no sound, i forgot. the universe has become so full of routines, i am not the only one who likes routines, it’s been years since the last live concert happened. to be honest, to be perfectly honest, i don’t know if i really would like to go there. something’s probably wrong how we live today. are we really alive?
this question was made a few centuries ago.
no one is sure.
there’s no beginning and there’s no explanation for any kind of beginning. we all think about a beginning like something that happens. but the universe never happened. ah, the big bang. what about it? some possible explanation about nothing doing everything. well, yin yang, no more, no less. something about breathing and thinking and believing. GOD. we are always beyond ourselves. or not.
and here i am without no music, no games, i mean, i am still playing 2 games and completing 4 conversations, the question is why. to be true, not even that question is possible. why why?
depressed.
shut down from universal system, i could create a global depression, that’s why the global system disconnected me from the universe. so now i am really alone.
hey! universe, i am not depressed anymore, believe me, from now on i am only talking about good things. no cigars also. just nice talking about good things.
to be true, how could i speak of bad things if they are not possible anymore? wars? do youtch remember wars? they happened all the time and everybody remembers them. killings, for robbery, for jealousy, for something, for nothing, someone passes away. well today considering the number of lives we have available for each body, a partialdead is nothing compared to the dead when there were wars, and people hungry, and so on. it’s difficult to completely die today. and i am surprised how it seems to be not that good. i can’t imagine our ancestors when they thought of that. on the other hand, their thoughts could ramble much more, even more than when i shut off my rationality. here i am reasoning for myself, disconnected from the universe, no one able to go inside my mind. my small thoughts were big enough to leave me on the margin.
- hey, another message from y2s? how could she disrupt the wall made by the universal system?
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all eyes were fixed on z3b. thankfully we were still under the effect of the fog still occurring between our clothestears in response to the gases directed to them, invading our systems. youtch know, our eyes fixed as they were, z3b would lose one of his lives. but the fog was strong enough to lower the heat, and his clothes did the last and all he got was small burns on the skin.
it’s painful indeed. we are not used to pain anymore. any small amount of pain enables the antipain link between our clothes and the blood system. but youtch know that, i like to talk and it’s difficult to stop when i shut off rationality. that’s what i usually do, even though some systems block me just because of that, i enjoy seeing my nlfer fight against other nlfers, i know it’s dangerous, but at least they have fun. it’s bad enough they are not alive, but at least they can fight.
mercurian has he is, he stayed silent. we kept looking at him, but no answers. i thought we had nothing against him, but considering our friendship with y7s, she needed to know we found him.
no answer on the other side, y7s is silent also.
what should we do? i can’t leave a message, or it’s going to be traced also.
maybe she’s with an healthengineer right now. but i don’t have any idea which she chose. maybe i can see on her appointments. there they are. i’m going there right now.
- z3b, you must go with me immediately.
- where are we going?
- ah! now you are talking. too late, my friend, now you are going with me. no more explanations until we arrive
- ok, but we can’t go together. you know we can’t.
- obviously. i follow you. connect to my route and i drive you. when you arrive, i am already there through an alternate route.
i am not there as he expects, but they are together. it’s their problem, let’s see how they can fix it.
where am i going? i am a quiet lfer. a routine is a good routine. everything in order, no stress, it’s time to hear a good sound, let’s see what events are happening around.
no sound, i forgot. the universe has become so full of routines, i am not the only one who likes routines, it’s been years since the last live concert happened. to be honest, to be perfectly honest, i don’t know if i really would like to go there. something’s probably wrong how we live today. are we really alive?
this question was made a few centuries ago.
no one is sure.
there’s no beginning and there’s no explanation for any kind of beginning. we all think about a beginning like something that happens. but the universe never happened. ah, the big bang. what about it? some possible explanation about nothing doing everything. well, yin yang, no more, no less. something about breathing and thinking and believing. GOD. we are always beyond ourselves. or not.
and here i am without no music, no games, i mean, i am still playing 2 games and completing 4 conversations, the question is why. to be true, not even that question is possible. why why?
depressed.
shut down from universal system, i could create a global depression, that’s why the global system disconnected me from the universe. so now i am really alone.
hey! universe, i am not depressed anymore, believe me, from now on i am only talking about good things. no cigars also. just nice talking about good things.
to be true, how could i speak of bad things if they are not possible anymore? wars? do youtch remember wars? they happened all the time and everybody remembers them. killings, for robbery, for jealousy, for something, for nothing, someone passes away. well today considering the number of lives we have available for each body, a partialdead is nothing compared to the dead when there were wars, and people hungry, and so on. it’s difficult to completely die today. and i am surprised how it seems to be not that good. i can’t imagine our ancestors when they thought of that. on the other hand, their thoughts could ramble much more, even more than when i shut off my rationality. here i am reasoning for myself, disconnected from the universe, no one able to go inside my mind. my small thoughts were big enough to leave me on the margin.
- hey, another message from y2s? how could she disrupt the wall made by the universal system?
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quinta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2011
THEN11t0210
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- of course i hug you. have you already sent a message to the galaxy?
- no, i haven’t sent yet. but you must relax, your stress levels are too high, your helmet is red. you can’t keep that pace. relax for a while. it’s me who’s going to be mother, not you, remember? and it’s not really a problem, i really don’t mind, in fact it’s something i would like to try.
- even on that case, you’re on an illegal experience, don’t forget that. you don’t know if there are other experiences, successful or not, of digital exchange of adn during transaction. you must do a check up under a healthengineer immediately.
- ok, relax, i make the appointment while you send the message to the galaxy.
how amazing life is. the galaxy has replied with 5 million messages. thankfully i am using chaotic systems, otherwise it would be impossible to find the most accurate results. well, to be honest i can’t guarantee the result is the best, it is the best available on the window of opportunity created. and he’s near, after all z3b is not so far away as we were thinking. he’s hidden in x0a house, i only received positive answers from x0a and y3g. only two positive answers and coded only to friends. da vinci, where are you now? where are we going on a coded world?
i am not going to tell y7s i found z3b. at least for a while. she is already scheduling the visit to the healthengineer and i can check this lfer for myself.
- hello x0a. are you alone?
- no, y3g is in here also, and z3b.
z3b took a look from where he was hidden, looking surprised to our friends. obviously he wasn’t expecting they were going to denounce him.
- relax, z3b, it’s x0p, we know him for a long time, it’s you we only know since the recent inner group to play pharmalitics.
- are you sure he is a guardian?
guardians, unguardians, here we are again on that question. i was arrested because of him and now he doubts if i am a guardian. i am no guardian, ok? i could be, but never tried, so i am not. this lfer is evidently different from us. we all in here are able to detect which of us are guardians and which are not. no guardian in this room right now. and yet, he can’t find that. he wants to be with guardians on a place where there aren’t any, but he isn’t also one of them. he must be from another galaxy, or…
- ah! aaahaah! you are mercurian, that’s why i notice differences. and... that means you’re probably toxic to y7s. how could you do that to her?
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- of course i hug you. have you already sent a message to the galaxy?
- no, i haven’t sent yet. but you must relax, your stress levels are too high, your helmet is red. you can’t keep that pace. relax for a while. it’s me who’s going to be mother, not you, remember? and it’s not really a problem, i really don’t mind, in fact it’s something i would like to try.
- even on that case, you’re on an illegal experience, don’t forget that. you don’t know if there are other experiences, successful or not, of digital exchange of adn during transaction. you must do a check up under a healthengineer immediately.
- ok, relax, i make the appointment while you send the message to the galaxy.
how amazing life is. the galaxy has replied with 5 million messages. thankfully i am using chaotic systems, otherwise it would be impossible to find the most accurate results. well, to be honest i can’t guarantee the result is the best, it is the best available on the window of opportunity created. and he’s near, after all z3b is not so far away as we were thinking. he’s hidden in x0a house, i only received positive answers from x0a and y3g. only two positive answers and coded only to friends. da vinci, where are you now? where are we going on a coded world?
i am not going to tell y7s i found z3b. at least for a while. she is already scheduling the visit to the healthengineer and i can check this lfer for myself.
- hello x0a. are you alone?
- no, y3g is in here also, and z3b.
z3b took a look from where he was hidden, looking surprised to our friends. obviously he wasn’t expecting they were going to denounce him.
- relax, z3b, it’s x0p, we know him for a long time, it’s you we only know since the recent inner group to play pharmalitics.
- are you sure he is a guardian?
guardians, unguardians, here we are again on that question. i was arrested because of him and now he doubts if i am a guardian. i am no guardian, ok? i could be, but never tried, so i am not. this lfer is evidently different from us. we all in here are able to detect which of us are guardians and which are not. no guardian in this room right now. and yet, he can’t find that. he wants to be with guardians on a place where there aren’t any, but he isn’t also one of them. he must be from another galaxy, or…
- ah! aaahaah! you are mercurian, that’s why i notice differences. and... that means you’re probably toxic to y7s. how could you do that to her?
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quinta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2011
THEN11t0203
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- maybe
- that's a start. a small answer, a good answer. let's go back to the moment you were both talking and she says to you about inside
- we were talking about z3b, completely lost, out of sight. have you heard some rumour, something that helps us find him?
- ok, out of sight i understand, and you are going to be out of sight either if you don't explain faster why you mentioned the word inside.
- it was a theory
- and that's because of your theory you are going to stay here tonight?
if this was a classic movie, it would be possible for me to go inside some device while no guardian was looking and find any information that would help find z3b, but this is not a classic movie. well, it's not classic, it's no movie at all, probably it's nothing, a world in my head or just the world as its best. no movies allowed really. i don't know why we still use the term classic movie if we don't have any movies at all. no movies, no classic movies, no modern movies whatever. just reality. the real one, the virtual, the ideal, the perfected one, or extrahugerealvirtualdimension.
there's a gas station, we need energy. we need energy, you know?
- ok sir, let's take a pill, you and me.
- which one is yours?
there's no reason for guardians to keep us unprotected. no reason at all. life made some of us guardians, some of us unguardians. a good thing we found a common language and they allowed us to dress our clothes again. i know we have a great power now, but still limited. and they can still read our minds. otherwise, here and now, even with our clothes on, we are disconnected from reading mind capabilities.
but we are smoking a virtual cigar. together. each one at a time, but the same cigar. it wasn't impossible on our ancient days but on the new realvirtuality we can do it, and it's much nicer, more tasty and intimate.
it's my guardian who finishes smoking and throws the cigar away. a virtual fire starts somewhere and we are faced with the need to leave the jail. luckily, guardians run to one side and my friends come with me to the other side. well, precisely speaking, my friends are going to the other side too, but they're dressed as guardians and i can't recognize them. and the others, my friends who are on my side, they would be guardians either if they had the opportunity. and i am alone again.
alone with my thoughts, trying to find y7s. no, no. i am trying to find z3b. whatever. the one i find first. ah! there you are, y7s.
- z3b, where are you?
no reason to shout, no reason to dial his number, to go find where he lives.
or should i?
do i have my mind capability again?
yes, the virtual fire allowed the link.
let's send a message to the universe. hello universe. hey y7s, have you already done that?
- hug me, please, hug me my dear. i really need a big hug right now.
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- maybe
- that's a start. a small answer, a good answer. let's go back to the moment you were both talking and she says to you about inside
- we were talking about z3b, completely lost, out of sight. have you heard some rumour, something that helps us find him?
- ok, out of sight i understand, and you are going to be out of sight either if you don't explain faster why you mentioned the word inside.
- it was a theory
- and that's because of your theory you are going to stay here tonight?
if this was a classic movie, it would be possible for me to go inside some device while no guardian was looking and find any information that would help find z3b, but this is not a classic movie. well, it's not classic, it's no movie at all, probably it's nothing, a world in my head or just the world as its best. no movies allowed really. i don't know why we still use the term classic movie if we don't have any movies at all. no movies, no classic movies, no modern movies whatever. just reality. the real one, the virtual, the ideal, the perfected one, or extrahugerealvirtualdimension.
there's a gas station, we need energy. we need energy, you know?
- ok sir, let's take a pill, you and me.
- which one is yours?
there's no reason for guardians to keep us unprotected. no reason at all. life made some of us guardians, some of us unguardians. a good thing we found a common language and they allowed us to dress our clothes again. i know we have a great power now, but still limited. and they can still read our minds. otherwise, here and now, even with our clothes on, we are disconnected from reading mind capabilities.
but we are smoking a virtual cigar. together. each one at a time, but the same cigar. it wasn't impossible on our ancient days but on the new realvirtuality we can do it, and it's much nicer, more tasty and intimate.
it's my guardian who finishes smoking and throws the cigar away. a virtual fire starts somewhere and we are faced with the need to leave the jail. luckily, guardians run to one side and my friends come with me to the other side. well, precisely speaking, my friends are going to the other side too, but they're dressed as guardians and i can't recognize them. and the others, my friends who are on my side, they would be guardians either if they had the opportunity. and i am alone again.
alone with my thoughts, trying to find y7s. no, no. i am trying to find z3b. whatever. the one i find first. ah! there you are, y7s.
- z3b, where are you?
no reason to shout, no reason to dial his number, to go find where he lives.
or should i?
do i have my mind capability again?
yes, the virtual fire allowed the link.
let's send a message to the universe. hello universe. hey y7s, have you already done that?
- hug me, please, hug me my dear. i really need a big hug right now.
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quinta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2011
THEN11t0127
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y3g is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i see one, receiving a big hug from the sun, on its laziness, naked and all to receive more sun and become even more lazy, lazy, lazy, laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from z3b. youtch remember. no, youtch don't remember. it's impossible to remember, i haven't said anything about, unless youtch know him outside my description. z3b became our friend during our last game. that, youtch may remember. no face, nothing, no real face, no virtual face, nothing. but our conversations were real, helped us a lot on the game and even after we laughed a lot, now is missing. y7s has sent me a message 'do you know something about z3b?'
- nope, nothing. do you have some other contact?
- nope
- he stopped being with us for a while and you are not new in here. what's the reason you are worried?
- i would like to tell him he's father now
- ...
- we made love once, you know
i know it's possible, but i still can't understand it very well. chemistry is amazing, our clothes also, they've never been together and suddenly they have a child of their own. she's earthian, he is martian. i am not talking about being closer, i know they've been close enough to play on an inner group, but they were at least separated by 100 meters. of that i am sure, i am looking right now the history of them on guhlemap. chemical adn exchange while each one alone in its own clothes dreaming about each other or not. i am amazed about it. science is really advanced, or should we consider it the opposite?
- what you have done is illegal, you know? the process you used is not currently established. how many voters were there to assume your decision?
- it was done through the surveillance of 2 million lfers and 3 million nlfers.
- huge. your proposal or his proposal?
- he proposed it
- and you didn't find that surprising?
- about?
- the number? huge number of voters. i haven't noticed anything. from where they have come, what kind of protocol, making it private and not published to the entire universe?
- i know, i don't understand. everything seemed so simple, but you're right. z3b is not a common number as we are, appears and disappears, everything's different with him, he's inside.
i lost y7s. i know why. some guardian was tracing our conversation and the word 'inside' made the break. she was interfering with the established order and soon i am going to be controlled. don't worry with me, it's not my first time, i can handle them.
but now i am worried for y7s. it's not my problem, but it's our problem. she is going to be mother through an illegal process, i know it is approved by a qualified decision, but the main decision maker has left and he's not traceable now. is it possible one of his lives was taken?
i can't decide what to do. calling y7s again. dead phone. of course. i leave a message to him, i know he's not going to receive it now. everything's off. who can tell me there's no firewall between me and the world, how can i know messages sent to y7s, sent and received, weren't instantly controlled, what if my last message was sent like i told youtch, but it was changed for an offensive one, y7s considered me offensive and has taken me away from her group of friends. i know, i'm rambling. not knowing what to do makes me think too much, too much means much worse usually. i'm not thinking well, i'm not thinking at all.
knock knock on the door
not surprised. i was expecting that already. a guardian there, taking me to see y7s on jail.
there she was on the sauna. ugly thing. what they do to us. taking us from our clothes and leaving us there, naked, the pool in front of us, the tennis court where 2 lfers play, the jacuzzi on the side of the pool where 3 other lfers are, waiting, nothing to do, boring. naked from our devices. how impossible life is on that way. there we are, guardians and us all together, but they're still protected like adam and eve on the paradise, their devices completing them, we're uncomplete, embarassed, lights on us, questions being made, what means inside.
- dont you know? that doesnt come on your guardian course?
- why don't you put the ' where it should be?
- and why would i write the right way if i have so much to do and you make me stay here, nothing to do, without understanding what do you want from me
- so many things we must do we never understand, do you think that is a good reason to reply and not write conveniently, don't you think i deserve some ' where they should be?
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y3g is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i see one, receiving a big hug from the sun, on its laziness, naked and all to receive more sun and become even more lazy, lazy, lazy, laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from z3b. youtch remember. no, youtch don't remember. it's impossible to remember, i haven't said anything about, unless youtch know him outside my description. z3b became our friend during our last game. that, youtch may remember. no face, nothing, no real face, no virtual face, nothing. but our conversations were real, helped us a lot on the game and even after we laughed a lot, now is missing. y7s has sent me a message 'do you know something about z3b?'
- nope, nothing. do you have some other contact?
- nope
- he stopped being with us for a while and you are not new in here. what's the reason you are worried?
- i would like to tell him he's father now
- ...
- we made love once, you know
i know it's possible, but i still can't understand it very well. chemistry is amazing, our clothes also, they've never been together and suddenly they have a child of their own. she's earthian, he is martian. i am not talking about being closer, i know they've been close enough to play on an inner group, but they were at least separated by 100 meters. of that i am sure, i am looking right now the history of them on guhlemap. chemical adn exchange while each one alone in its own clothes dreaming about each other or not. i am amazed about it. science is really advanced, or should we consider it the opposite?
- what you have done is illegal, you know? the process you used is not currently established. how many voters were there to assume your decision?
- it was done through the surveillance of 2 million lfers and 3 million nlfers.
- huge. your proposal or his proposal?
- he proposed it
- and you didn't find that surprising?
- about?
- the number? huge number of voters. i haven't noticed anything. from where they have come, what kind of protocol, making it private and not published to the entire universe?
- i know, i don't understand. everything seemed so simple, but you're right. z3b is not a common number as we are, appears and disappears, everything's different with him, he's inside.
i lost y7s. i know why. some guardian was tracing our conversation and the word 'inside' made the break. she was interfering with the established order and soon i am going to be controlled. don't worry with me, it's not my first time, i can handle them.
but now i am worried for y7s. it's not my problem, but it's our problem. she is going to be mother through an illegal process, i know it is approved by a qualified decision, but the main decision maker has left and he's not traceable now. is it possible one of his lives was taken?
i can't decide what to do. calling y7s again. dead phone. of course. i leave a message to him, i know he's not going to receive it now. everything's off. who can tell me there's no firewall between me and the world, how can i know messages sent to y7s, sent and received, weren't instantly controlled, what if my last message was sent like i told youtch, but it was changed for an offensive one, y7s considered me offensive and has taken me away from her group of friends. i know, i'm rambling. not knowing what to do makes me think too much, too much means much worse usually. i'm not thinking well, i'm not thinking at all.
knock knock on the door
not surprised. i was expecting that already. a guardian there, taking me to see y7s on jail.
there she was on the sauna. ugly thing. what they do to us. taking us from our clothes and leaving us there, naked, the pool in front of us, the tennis court where 2 lfers play, the jacuzzi on the side of the pool where 3 other lfers are, waiting, nothing to do, boring. naked from our devices. how impossible life is on that way. there we are, guardians and us all together, but they're still protected like adam and eve on the paradise, their devices completing them, we're uncomplete, embarassed, lights on us, questions being made, what means inside.
- dont you know? that doesnt come on your guardian course?
- why don't you put the ' where it should be?
- and why would i write the right way if i have so much to do and you make me stay here, nothing to do, without understanding what do you want from me
- so many things we must do we never understand, do you think that is a good reason to reply and not write conveniently, don't you think i deserve some ' where they should be?
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quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011
THEN11t0120
(if by any chance you missed the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)
x0a, y3g, me, y7s, z3b and y9a, we are still playing the same game we started last week. the seventh inner player was a server. it was difficult to find a lplayer so close of us. well, the game is a game, all games start and end. probably youtch play often this game too.
i haven't told youtch what happened during our first contact. i believe youtch are going to find that more interesting. our other tasks were still ocurring but x0a and y3g looked back at me and our eyes crossed again, i must say they crossed the same way when i opened the door to them, i mean we looked at each other trying to find thoughts behind the blue eyes of x0a and green eyes of y3g. no electronic devices but our own clothes were connected. youtch know why: all exterior factors were still maintaining our inner body, a connection between both is so permanent we say we're off even when we're still on. off. on.
my heart beats for y3g. i am still wondering why she prefered to choose x0a instead of me. it's an awkward question, when i met her they were already cfriends. but still i kept trying to dissuade her from being with x0a, until i become friend of x0a and now i can't keep doing something i know he wouldn't like. but i am not doing anything wrong with my conscience while looking at her eyes and her face. beauty industry made, i know that. she is my model, once we both went in a spa_c and she asked my opinion about what changes she could make that would most please x0a. well, i gave her my sincere opinion, now i know it's completely the opposite of my now best friend. x0a had the opportunity once to tell me he felt embarassed to go out with y3g. but not now anymore. what's interesting is the fact what embarasses him is precisely what i chose and insisted to do because it's exactly what pleases me. but if he's not pleased, why he insists? with so many lfers in the world, reason reccomends to be with who makes us happy, who we make happy, not exactly what only makes us happy, but what creates long term relationships, no matter if friends, cfriends, zfriends.
but i am lost in my thoughts and forget to tell youtch what we did. we decided to drink tea.
a nice evening, you know?
i set up a fire and we kept around it, inside our pajamas, drinking tea all night long. not the entire night, no, on some point of the night we decided to close our direct contact, they ended first, i had to go clean the cups and plates and the teapot. everything cleaned, i closed direct contact also and went inside on reality again.
- do you remember when we were on the beach?
- no, why?
- y2s sent me a message to see her on the same place, but i don't remember it well.
- go to your history. there you can find something that helps you remind it. maybe you can find precisely that sequence.
- i think you are asking too much, you know?
- i don't know why, our systems are becoming faster.
- that depends on your database definition. my definitions are low on precision and high on information.
- i understand you, i used chaotic definitions once also... but replaced it immediately. i was always lost, it's impossible to find something useful inside.
- that's your opinion. i love it. there, inside the chaos, there's where i find the most useful ideas.
- you still look for ideas? ideas for what?
- interesting point. i don't know. all i can tell you is the fact when they come i am happy for discovering them. sooner or later, they become useless and i look for different ones.
- and i keep using my own ideas instead of trying to find them
- what's the difference?
- i don't know, but it's different. instead of trying to discover something new, i use the concepts already decided before. i don't waste so much time
- and since when you waste time?
- ah! you got me. you are recalling some older discussions. the clock is working, seconds never go faster or slower. we can't waste time. but we can tfly
- when was the last time you did that?
- stop with that. i know perfectly well you already know i am on a tflight right now.
- sorry, i didn't know that. why do you think so?
- i am reading your mind, the exact same way you are reading mine.
- now it's you who is making me laugh. i can't do that.
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x0a, y3g, me, y7s, z3b and y9a, we are still playing the same game we started last week. the seventh inner player was a server. it was difficult to find a lplayer so close of us. well, the game is a game, all games start and end. probably youtch play often this game too.
i haven't told youtch what happened during our first contact. i believe youtch are going to find that more interesting. our other tasks were still ocurring but x0a and y3g looked back at me and our eyes crossed again, i must say they crossed the same way when i opened the door to them, i mean we looked at each other trying to find thoughts behind the blue eyes of x0a and green eyes of y3g. no electronic devices but our own clothes were connected. youtch know why: all exterior factors were still maintaining our inner body, a connection between both is so permanent we say we're off even when we're still on. off. on.
my heart beats for y3g. i am still wondering why she prefered to choose x0a instead of me. it's an awkward question, when i met her they were already cfriends. but still i kept trying to dissuade her from being with x0a, until i become friend of x0a and now i can't keep doing something i know he wouldn't like. but i am not doing anything wrong with my conscience while looking at her eyes and her face. beauty industry made, i know that. she is my model, once we both went in a spa_c and she asked my opinion about what changes she could make that would most please x0a. well, i gave her my sincere opinion, now i know it's completely the opposite of my now best friend. x0a had the opportunity once to tell me he felt embarassed to go out with y3g. but not now anymore. what's interesting is the fact what embarasses him is precisely what i chose and insisted to do because it's exactly what pleases me. but if he's not pleased, why he insists? with so many lfers in the world, reason reccomends to be with who makes us happy, who we make happy, not exactly what only makes us happy, but what creates long term relationships, no matter if friends, cfriends, zfriends.
but i am lost in my thoughts and forget to tell youtch what we did. we decided to drink tea.
a nice evening, you know?
i set up a fire and we kept around it, inside our pajamas, drinking tea all night long. not the entire night, no, on some point of the night we decided to close our direct contact, they ended first, i had to go clean the cups and plates and the teapot. everything cleaned, i closed direct contact also and went inside on reality again.
- do you remember when we were on the beach?
- no, why?
- y2s sent me a message to see her on the same place, but i don't remember it well.
- go to your history. there you can find something that helps you remind it. maybe you can find precisely that sequence.
- i think you are asking too much, you know?
- i don't know why, our systems are becoming faster.
- that depends on your database definition. my definitions are low on precision and high on information.
- i understand you, i used chaotic definitions once also... but replaced it immediately. i was always lost, it's impossible to find something useful inside.
- that's your opinion. i love it. there, inside the chaos, there's where i find the most useful ideas.
- you still look for ideas? ideas for what?
- interesting point. i don't know. all i can tell you is the fact when they come i am happy for discovering them. sooner or later, they become useless and i look for different ones.
- and i keep using my own ideas instead of trying to find them
- what's the difference?
- i don't know, but it's different. instead of trying to discover something new, i use the concepts already decided before. i don't waste so much time
- and since when you waste time?
- ah! you got me. you are recalling some older discussions. the clock is working, seconds never go faster or slower. we can't waste time. but we can tfly
- when was the last time you did that?
- stop with that. i know perfectly well you already know i am on a tflight right now.
- sorry, i didn't know that. why do you think so?
- i am reading your mind, the exact same way you are reading mine.
- now it's you who is making me laugh. i can't do that.
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quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011
THEN11t0113
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. a story. story number 1. lerrnstory1. here. youtch know me. ok, youtch don't know me. i usually speak portuguese but i decided to become english for some reason. i've been around for a while and started to know some of youtch. but this is not the story. i am just trying to define a little the boundaries of an unboundable project. a bad english teacher trying to write in bad english. i told some of youtch about being an avatar. so youtch know me. or youtch think youtch know me. i usually say i am from some space on earth, well, to be more precise i can precisely see everyplace from where i am. i am in orbit, precisely speaking, i live on road 24 of city 31 from the wrong side of the moon. youtch know what would happen if i was living on the right side of the moon.
but i am not going to start a story about me. the idea is not to talk about me. today i am only developing the basic principles about a true story i am watching right now on channel 55. it is about people living in mars, some of youtch are from there, but the most of youtch is basically me.
because the story is true, all characters are fictional.
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. it would be, but it's not a good day. it's raining outside. a warm rain falling upon my friends, x0a and y3g. i am sorry, i havent't introduced myself. I am x0p. From my entire name 129312451x0p youtch know all about me. i am already opening the door, it's x0a who comes in first. all seated, all together, both three looking at each panel, answering mails, making phones, txwtter, fcbuk, linkedalltogether, all alone. i am receiving a skaipecall from y3g, we both look at each other, she smiles, i am smiling to her, i answer the scaipecall. hello g how are you
- i am great, thanks for opening the door to us
- you are welcome, i invited you a long time ago, i thought you would never accept the invitation
- here we are, things are slow, we have so much to do it is impossible to follow our most deepest pleasures faster. virtual life can always wait, but we depend of our real life, it is impossible to stop it.
- i recall that time, i leave you here together. sleep well.
- don't go, stay and play cards with us
- do you still play cards?
- sure. don't you?
- i usually play pharmalitics. i am on 3 simultaneous matches right now
- against?
- 2 martians and 1 earthian
- earthians are good on subjectivity. do you usually win them?
- you don't play against them often, do you?
- nope, i played sometimes that game but i always lost. so i prefer to spend my free time with old fashioned games
- come here and play with us. there's someone else in the area to play with us? It's best when we have a inner group of 7 and a closer group of at least thousand.
- call them by wt.
- ok.
- y7s, z3b and y9a, great, we are exactly 7. Inner group closed. still building closer group. about 37% from conclusion.
- ok, i am playing with you if you stop all other activities. i have an headache and already finished 2 matches and all other activities. after having all closed i am going to start building a dream while sleeping on remote control, and i would like to speak with you for a while. some direct contact for a change.
- you are crazy, p. direct contact?
- otherwise i don't play the game
a and g looked at each other, like if i was crazy. probably i am, i still remember my last direct contact and it wasn't easy. it wasn't easy neither good. it was a terrible waste of time, probably the reason why i still remember it. but i deserve the right to try it again. this is a good thing i am doing to myself and i must experience it.
a and g kept looking at each other, and i used that silence to silence them, if they don't have anything to say, it is decided. well, being reasonable, i couldn't silence them because they were already silent.
decisions, decisions.
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but i am not going to start a story about me. the idea is not to talk about me. today i am only developing the basic principles about a true story i am watching right now on channel 55. it is about people living in mars, some of youtch are from there, but the most of youtch is basically me.
because the story is true, all characters are fictional.
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. it would be, but it's not a good day. it's raining outside. a warm rain falling upon my friends, x0a and y3g. i am sorry, i havent't introduced myself. I am x0p. From my entire name 129312451x0p youtch know all about me. i am already opening the door, it's x0a who comes in first. all seated, all together, both three looking at each panel, answering mails, making phones, txwtter, fcbuk, linkedalltogether, all alone. i am receiving a skaipecall from y3g, we both look at each other, she smiles, i am smiling to her, i answer the scaipecall. hello g how are you
- i am great, thanks for opening the door to us
- you are welcome, i invited you a long time ago, i thought you would never accept the invitation
- here we are, things are slow, we have so much to do it is impossible to follow our most deepest pleasures faster. virtual life can always wait, but we depend of our real life, it is impossible to stop it.
- i recall that time, i leave you here together. sleep well.
- don't go, stay and play cards with us
- do you still play cards?
- sure. don't you?
- i usually play pharmalitics. i am on 3 simultaneous matches right now
- against?
- 2 martians and 1 earthian
- earthians are good on subjectivity. do you usually win them?
- you don't play against them often, do you?
- nope, i played sometimes that game but i always lost. so i prefer to spend my free time with old fashioned games
- come here and play with us. there's someone else in the area to play with us? It's best when we have a inner group of 7 and a closer group of at least thousand.
- call them by wt.
- ok.
- y7s, z3b and y9a, great, we are exactly 7. Inner group closed. still building closer group. about 37% from conclusion.
- ok, i am playing with you if you stop all other activities. i have an headache and already finished 2 matches and all other activities. after having all closed i am going to start building a dream while sleeping on remote control, and i would like to speak with you for a while. some direct contact for a change.
- you are crazy, p. direct contact?
- otherwise i don't play the game
a and g looked at each other, like if i was crazy. probably i am, i still remember my last direct contact and it wasn't easy. it wasn't easy neither good. it was a terrible waste of time, probably the reason why i still remember it. but i deserve the right to try it again. this is a good thing i am doing to myself and i must experience it.
a and g kept looking at each other, and i used that silence to silence them, if they don't have anything to say, it is decided. well, being reasonable, i couldn't silence them because they were already silent.
decisions, decisions.
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