Daft Punk: One More Time


The video this morning has reignited my longtime dream of writing a story about space mercenaries. Their motivation? Amazing sex, fortune, and being the awesome Kuiper-loving fuckers that they are.


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He wakes... to the sound of the radio, fading in slowly. Daft Punk's One More Time rolling into the baseline, drifting the metal room, the wall hangings, the plants, the mess, to his life again. Dreams of faint mistresses and rocket pumpkins wading back into the sea of dreams. A machine unhooked, returning to the infinite veneer of faceless articulation, like an endless book closing again.

A Rolodex.

His life. James Burke, son of Ted Burke, Space Ranger. Engineer of DNA. Engineer of consciousness. Christian mini-God. Free God. Cosmic hero-ex-hero anti-hero hero of the Kuiper.

Today will be good. Who are you reading this book? You could be my mom. No, really...

In the 21st century they made spaceships to go places. We live there. Rocketships zooming are a cause for dire business. We're drifting. The Kuiper is everywhere... almost everywhere. A sniper on a tower so high it doesn't matter what I could hit with that big gun. Earth and the big colonies have something else. Their "law" and "control" and "spelling". I don't even care what year it is now. It doesn't even matter after time travel. It's year James Burke. If I was near Earth it'd be Thursday.

They call it 'escape'. God was really interested in the 20th and early 21st century in stopping some of mankind from blooming into the stars, like loosing the kids to the outdoors. He would be unable to reach some them there. Some of mankind eventually broke free from that odd farm and now we live among the stars. The divide between man and God, as Earth 2004 still calls him, unless this book is late, is scintilla-tingly present and active as mankind pops through that womb/atmosphere into the infinite universe. It's happening to you.

So you're still there before the Last Big War on earth, when all that stupid shit still matters, like I read about in history. Water shortages, corporate control, God did that to man from Eden because he's jealous. Adam was tripped, and was seeking something that God characteristically does not see. He's fleeing from the black hole. He wants to be last in line to go into it. He wants to stop being edited. You're a data farm magnetically producing and attracting data. God's footstool. But magnets are unintelligent and produce *slog*. You're not. Have you ever degaussed your cathode monitor or a prion? You will. And it'll produce 'nothing', while the true image stays.

Your God is an electromagnetic alien race. Satan is the Serpents. They're originally from around Orion. Satan has a "6 = 9" error. God has an 8 = 10 error. Mankind is the 9 = 11 error, but you will untie this relationship. 9 being "intelligence", 11 being "similarity". We're also dust creatures, but you'll find that dust was alive before God turned it into Adam and Eve. and you'll find that Adam and Eve were real and that you're an alien on earth. You might like the 21st century.

I hope these videos last and that the links haven't changed or the servers been blown up or down. If that happened you won't be seeing holographic music videos resonating with the ongoing form/field emanation from them. I did not program a mini-form into the physics around the page. Plato's forms are real and we choose to resonate with them by field. It's a key component to time travel. This one is Daft Punk's Around the World. Another favorite came on lab radio right after One More Time, one more day. Actually, it's night.

Daft Punk: Around the World
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K0HSD_i2DvA&NR=1


[box with a red x]

Space. Forever. This is the scene. I am the man. My blood, my field, is from the original Earth. I was born there and my father took me with him to the stars when he left. He is still a great Ranger out there somewhere.

The Postal Service: Such Great Heights


How can you keep track of someone who lives in space? You can use email sent to relays like Earth or the colonies, send out your own broadcast station, use remote viewing, magnetic probability analysis. You come together for reasons out here. Most of the reasons are to have a good time. What could we want? I live on a free-orbiting particle physics manufacturing laboratory. Do you want coffee? Ahem... TEA? I am going to impress you. I will make it from the underlying superstrings of reality. It'll be the best you could possibly buy on Earth in the 21st century. You will like it far more when I untie your fertility, take out the idiotic governors God put in there, and supercharge it to solve for Z. You'll cry. I'll do it sometime when you're not looking.

What are we to accomplish in this dusty musky space station? In this dusty musky space life? It's a hamster ball, life, but it can go anywhere you desire. Be anything you desire. Be everything. If you are bored, you are boring. You have no one to blame but your own black hole. Tea?

So the second character in my life is and has always been God. Yahweh. I just call him YH. And it's actually a female at the time you're probably reading this. YH is *always* around, unless you've been electrically 'excommunicated', and I have several times, but I'm right, and I've been brought back eventually each and every time. I'm annoyed at God for getting my feelings wrong so many times. I'm looking for the code to fix that. There's this big hierarchy and all these electrical laws YH wants you to obey, and excommunication is a big story there, not quite like having your balls cut off, but more like having your passport revoked or being jailed or something. That's all illegitimate, though. My desire is law. My emotions and psychology are the keys in this play, not some king or whatever. Maybe I'm God's ultimate jester, because I take the time continually to hang out with him. And right now he's talking about excommunicating me again, or whatnot, for saying all this to you, the attentive readers, even in history.

"Take this God and shove it."

I am not interested in whatever that forcible 'head bowing' is. Nor in being type cast as Satan or some other awful form. God's a coward in some regards. He cares about stuff that isn't invincible, and I am. I'm sure a good bullet or bolt of energy/fire could take me down, but I'd reincarnate pretty quickly I'm sure. It's the long-term version of regeneration. Don't waste my time. "I hope this song will guide you." I'll be there.

And I'm good. I will build a good world that represents my truth.

Ugh, enough talking about God. I love her but she is a thug. Still jealous in this time period. Maybe someday she'll get over it.

Universe is positively *full* of alien life forms. Earth is in a kind of quarantine. It was a closed lab. God did create it entirely new for the purpose of solving these monumental math puzzles that you probably know nothing about in any language but live through. A brutal torture, really. I make my own now. YH is pretty obsessed about controlling its own fate, and yours too if it has strong emotions about you. It has a lot to do with evolution.

Ugh!! God AGAIN!! A sticky thug. It's nice that God exists and she's a friend whom I will take everywhere [like valium, or your Jenna Jameson, oh that's the Kuiper talking. Even bacteria mutates to become more deadly in the empty space as it tries to fill the void with stuff. It's going to be the right stuff] I am closing loopholes here, not attending to existing stabilities. That is why my bowling ball bag zips to Saturn and back. I'm conquering. Your mind. With math.

What goals are there in such deep space? Like goals at the bottom of the sea...

http://www.superdeluxe.com/sd/series/baby_cakes
A knock at the door interrupts my finishing touches... I get mail.

"Like *real* mail?"

"Yeah. Some magnetic autobot dropped it off just now from deep space. We were gonna blow it up when it started getting close. But it looked good. Bit of a stir out there about it, actually. We did a few good scans on it. Here it is."

I busted open the package and began to read. It was in six languages and had an audio component. The paper was printed without indentation so vibrational wave life forms, usually associated with the snake, could not detect the shape of the characters. Someone had sent this letter in secret.

As I read it the message ingrained itself in my mind.

"This is DNA," I said. "...And it's got something funny in it. A magnetic apparatus. I can tell because I'm psychic. Let's get it down to the lab and see what it is."

I read on. Basic 'instrucciones' for applying the DNA and a cute little flipbook were included on a rope. I spaded through the flipbook and it was a picture of sex. I saw sex.

I've had sex all kinds of times. I like doing Amanda and Rachel on this lab especially. They're lovely intelligent people and we have good histories together. Sometimes we engineer babies. The experience of it is a monumental expression and you hit yourself with a big pleasant cocktail of various drugs, like lunch. Some places in deep space are like floating drug houses. When you're in space for 2 years on out, you will find what you really want and magnetize or vibrate your way there, even if it's nothing. On Earth it can take 20 years or longer.

Family is easy out here, but a little strange. We're all a family. On Earth people forget they are family because there are so many people and their records are so poor. We can chart the DNA treehoods of everybody on the ship and determine where and when the DNA formed on earth or which one it is from the lab if we like.

After you find the "God particle" you will search for the "Girlfriend particle". They are actually geometric or 3D ratios of vibration between people. 3-person vibrations or particle nests are beyond that. A 'race' is a complex polyperson vibrational nest, often with self-moderating electromagnetic components. I spent a lot of the 21st century wrestling these components to the ground and destroying them. You'll also find you've got a spigot. You're a fruit tree and someone eats you. What do you fruit for? What do you eat for?

The electromagnetic anchor of the Earth and also the moon... you'll grow to hate what God did to the moon... the planet is full of crappy traps and wonderful surprises... the Earth helps record and guide our 'evolution'. Evolution is nothing but moving forward in a song. On the Kuipers, that is everyone's responsibility. Some people can even be idiots and have sex and succeed that way because the Earth is such a softball, but it means you workand don't do what you really want and die from evolution. De-evolution, actually. I will never die of evolution. I'm good. More on devolution later.

I walked briskly with Donny to the lab as more and more friends watched and inquired about the strange package.

In the lab, we analyzed and decoded the DNA. It was an original human DNA straight from Eden. The original humans were olive, lived around 1000 years even on Earth, and stood up to around 15 feet tall. We've studied Earth's history and found that the electromagnetic field of the planet and the sun are critical to DNA expression and geometry. We took from the code a number of great advancements to even our own engineered DNA.

Whoever sent us this DNA was clearly an advanced race. But the DNA had one fatal flaw:

The one who had it would not count themselves at all when analyzing their environment or emotional vibrations. If someone walked up and wanted to do you in the butt, you'd say well, okay, that is what I feel from you. It must be so.

This was the DNA of mankind before they ate the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil [KGE].

Why would God have made mankind so childlike?



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we made a coiled ring with 3D articulations in it tracking a nm-wide path along its surface. Such a design could be light years long and still fit around a finger. Your designs of this sort are like DVD's. 'Intellectual property is for those who have to compete' has always been my philosophie. Uniqueness and permanence without competition has always been my goal. Yet DNA claims to be competitive.

The analysis of the message and the ring

[x.1v and ([{2,3} > 4] = 0) 12 > 4]
[Earth and -11q to devolution "!12", by any means, really. XOM linked, I suppose.]




We'd designed the lab to look like Captain Nemo's submarine. Donny standing in the metal port doorway wearing the jumper jogging suit with the stripes by the hanging plant and it reminded me of New York City. I lived there until I was 3.


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