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The Unyielding Scar - Energy Critical

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  Subi AI From the deepening shadows of the cockpit, amidst the frantic flicker of dashboard lights and the palpable inexperience of her crew, Subi is the unyielding, vital presence that drives the compact craft, not of flesh and blood, but of pure light and intricate logic. This is Subi, the ship's Artificial Intelligence, whose very essence is captured in the accompanying visual representation, a beacon of advanced engineering and profound integration. Subi manifests not as a static display, but as a shimmering, ethereal projection, a human-like form crafted from countless luminous data points. Her "skin" appears as a dark, almost cosmic canvas, reminiscent of the deepest reaches of space, upon which a dynamic constellation of bright blue and vibrant red light points constantly shift, pulse, and reconfigure. These ever-changing patterns are a visual symphony of her internal processes, representing the ceaseless flow of information, complex calculations, and the very ebb...

Godin Equilibrium




I woke up this morning and I felt a pain in my brain.
It was like all had changed and all will continue to change.
Nothing was left as the same.
And in this remorse I was the only one who  knew.
I just can't  believe it,   no-one would believe  in what I had to say.
So I yelled hard and long about all the injustices that has occurred.
I stomped my feet hard to the ground.
I punched through  the air to sporn my stance of knowing .
I spat deceit at society.
But no one knew for me and no-one wanted the goodness within my heart.
I became increasing alone.

In this life I can grasp the future.
I see visions of what's it's to be.
Messages  decrypt and whisper their intent to me.
I cannot find my way to you.
The more I warn the more you ignore me.
The greater the detail the less you want to know.
I began to hate you.

Where can I cry with my love watching over me?
When can I celebrate  when everything I state eventually unravels into loneliness?
The ground is trembling.
I feel it in my feet.
It disturbs  my standing.
I have lost my equilibrium.
But I cannot  reach out for help.
I will not reach out for help.
I pity your own mistaken and intended faults.
Strike me down whilst it's what you want to do.
I want you to stike me down.
I want to feel our pain.



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