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Time is a luxury we no longer possess

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Space Tourism Chronicles The Slingshot Saga Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic in the night Flickering erratic, its core a dying light On Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, a river of light so grand But cycles bled away, draining across the land BK slumped, pale and strained, JB with eyes closed in despair Time a luxury we no longer possessed, consumed by cosmic air. Transcript from the Slingshot Saga - Time is a luxury we no longer possess Our goddamn battered Subi spacecraft, a damn relic lost in the endless black void! Flickering like a dying firefly on the edge of extinction, its core barely clinging to life like some stubborn, flickering candle about to blow out. We’re stuck on Primary Trade Lane Delta-Nine, that blazing river of cosmic light stretching for eons, yet every damn cycle just bleeds away, sucking the lifeblood right out of this forsaken stretch of space. BK is slumped over, looking paler than a ghost at a midnight séance, and J...

Intelligent Systems Our Data Your Worth


How we move into the future is dependent on our ability to make sense
Before fact is rationalised gut feeling is digested
Before each step is taken we fall

Dig deep into your values
Enter into your hidden caves
Delve deeply
Find those values that emerge only once crisis and panic in evident
The issue is time
The problem is the compacting of intensity as each deadline approaches
What will change ignores those who cannot
Those who cannot change are left behind
In isolation 
As a useless dog barking at the cold dark night

Once data is benchmarked
Once the vision is realized
Once pathways are scratched
Once milestones are configured
The journey is described
The future becomes present

Transverse within multitudes of mindscapes 
Lose yourself within ifs and buts
Intoxicate yourself within white ant whispers
On your knees in harmonious prayer and in communal solitude 
Within and already placed to the side

The patterns of biomorphic resistance
The values of what works now
The standards that will be let go of
The hidden protection
The chains of what is known
As accepted and further away from what is

Yes but, what about me
I am more than this
My data doesn't define me
You owe me
Been there and done that
Listen to me, I am one of the silent
With me your plan will fail








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