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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...

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It only takes the slightest breeze.
After each sunset.
Before the problems of the day are resolved.

The bludgeoned crawl out.
To reclaim some dignity.
And some semblance of affinity with living.
And their efficacy to feel beautiful.

The opportunity to refract and diverge with their whispers.
If you want to listen to them.


3am in the morning.
When the void sets in.
And all daily grinds transpire.
Stone cold awake.

Then night allows your creativity.
The force denied brilliant struggle.
By stripping away your defenses.

You wake up and feel the affinity.
The moon, stars, and clouds.
Listen to your reptilian cycle.
Before the window closes.
And you have forgotten the introspection.




Quiet conversations.
On whatever breeze chances by.
No longer demanding hardened options.
Or decisive actions.

Just being aware of stillness.
As an uncomplicated opportunity.
When elsewhere else has none.
Claim this moment.
To be within yourself.




Translucent memories.
Whispering for your return.
To childhood when nothing was an option.
Without the graveyard of divisive actions.

Drifting through the stillness.
Lulled.
Without care.
Engrossed at the moment.
As a cloud appears.
And without your permission.
Transfixes your amazement.




Lake Bennett  Water Cloud Branch 
Full Moon Reflections

When the moon finally breaks through.
And the restless breeze wanders between.
Past hatreds and future promises.
And the decisions of others who cut me down.

I just cannot stop.
And I fight with myself for my life.
Knowing others fight harder.
Never to gain even.
But I never wanted to march.
But I did.




When my thoughts don't realize.
I become restless.
I wander between what could have been.
My hatreds and false starts.
And all decisions I could never make.

My sky dreaming.
My glass ceilings.
I as the consumer.
Stoked by the genius.
Those who know better for me.
And the wasted life of never meeting promises.
But still, I follow.








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