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A Spoodle in Space - The Space Tourist Chronicles

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  Blast off on a wild space adventure! We're crammed into our battered little Subi spacecraft, heading to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum. Our mission: to reach the ocean planet of Oceanus Station. Join us as we station-hop through space, in a calamity of errors, as intrepid space tourists.  Script Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic of pre-Collapse Jump engineering, groaned under the weight. Myself, BK, and Katcha, the genetically modified spoodle with its enhanced olfactory sensors, along with enough protein paste to outlast a minor vacuum breach, were crammed inside.  A brand-new Brass Monkey cryo-unit hummed in the boot, our lifeline for the long haul. Our mission: a jump from Beagal's orbital dock to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum, a waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station, a planet known for vast oceans. Outpost Aurum, a rumoured oasis of functional grav plating, was our first target. Beagal's orbital dock was a pressure cooker of recycled air and stal...

Intelligent Systems Fall


Was there was a way to resolve?
Before the slaughter began
If there was a to reconcile?
The living would have fewer martyrs?

Why are the decisions of the few never questioned and made accountable?
And, is it more important to believe than to know?

This base position of recklessness  determines a lasting continuum of falling from, hiding from, excusing and reevaluating known-ness

So the machine keeps propagating
The fallen gave their's so we can have ours
With full adoration and support from the populace
Who have never known to over think
With keeping it simple stupid flattening progressive analysis
Questioning has become demonstratively disrespectful
The most palatable deceptions are those that are thin and moral.
Mantras of nonsense

The predetermined dead fall as expected To reconcile worthlessness the predetermined dead are held up in esteem
Our authoritative must build this destination
Our  authoritative must not self-doubt in hopeless realization
Our authoritative must enter war behind a shield of valor

Death is for the inherent victor to celebrate
And through the making of rational stories
To pathway unleashed grieving to grieving of high regard
Where high regard is steeled by righteousness
Where righteousness can be grafted to the living self
The self as the embodiment of virtue, purpose, and determination.
To be absolved from murderous activity

It is in the nation's endeavor to build symbols of high regard
For the living to hide behind
To build a rich and exulted heritage.
Us who are the righteous.
We as one basking in pride and unquestioned freedom from guilt
The predetermined dead sacrificed to profit the living as in-one as in-holiness

This is the way of the fallen
This is the way of the fallen's people
The bestowed is dead
Dead and ignorant of knowing
The living is dead
Living dead and living ignorant
Behind decorated shields of ceremony, we are symbols of virtue
We the magnificent are secured within unity
To shield our eyes away from the decisions of the few
To closing the door on wasteful killing
We refuse to question our absurd positioning.
This being
This associated identity
These acts of selflessness







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