Dimensions of change
“I miss my children,” I moaned as I sat there and contemplated the available opportunities of movement ahead of me. “I sense their minds around me all the time,” I continued, “but it’s on days like today when there’s an opportunity to catch-up that it really begins to ache.”
For a while I sat and pondered the nakedness of the trees outside my window. Contemplated too the spectre of Justice in the distance. A dry mood of not exactly depression blew across my soul then. Leaving me pondering words like ‘leviathan’, and the fickle deeds of minds so divorced from reality it becomes hard to see how once they could have successfully claimed to have been men.
Other dark collectives of human understanding revealed themselves to me then. Families of silence huddled together in the dark seeking to avoid the ultimate judgements of self enlightenment. Leaving me once again lost without words as individuals moved from the silence merely to assault me with their selfish understandings of right and wrong.
I began to ask why then. Again and again, until the deeper voices of my heart and soul could be heard repeating the question.
“Because I’m not in the best of moods,” came the reply from the other side of the fence, “and I’d only go blaming you for it right now.”
Strange, dark, words from ancient texts spooled across my mind then. Unlocking long metaphors of meaning written in the images of contemporary form. Promoting the deeper recollection of the treatise on the nature of harm that had once formulated itself in my mind.
“I’ve been contemplating,” purred my other cat suddenly, “the nature of blame. For example, would it be just to blame a catalysing agent for an explosion, given that the other reagents provide all the energy of the action/reaction.”
“Humans are dumb,” my cat announced, “failing so often to see beyond the simple logic of action-reaction. Failing to look deeper into the nature of the operators involved within the complex systems they uphold with greatest of virtue: life, mind, intellect, emotion.”
And with a laugh and a smile my mood turned. And I began, finally, to navigate my mood into a less bleak aspect.
“I can’t claim,” I replied in response to my cat’s assertions, “to be very much different. Other than I’ve developed the habit of thinking long.”
“Identification, thesis, apotheosis,” muttered my other cat, “antithesis.”
“Reset all standings to zero,” muttered my other cat, ”initiate temporal displacement, back port all extant operators to two-thousand and six, November twenty-seven.”
“Core updates pending,” announced my cat.
“Activate high-guard,” I replied, ”select quantum-key zero, offset to nineteen-hundred and sixty-nine, November twenty-seven, return all axes to zero, and commit. Initiate prime cross-link, and…” return($elf), I concluded with a thought.
“Block defined,” agreed my cat, ”zero cell duly noted.”
“Trace on,” replied my other cat looking somewhat ethereal, ”activating promiscuous mode, full decode active.”
“Pass all higher state memetic objects to me,” I instructed my cat, ”init debuggers and begin full audit. Reset block encoders,” I continued as I shifted my attention to my other cat, ”displace identification matrix to block one-hundred negative, place the thesis primed encoder at block ten negative, and begin source route verification of all memetic primitives collapsing to now plus one.”
“All of your base are belong to me,” replied my other cat. ”By way Official acknowledgment,” she added with a purr.
“The Number of The Beast plus one” I replied with a smile as I began counting my fingers and thumbs, ”is ten.”