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The Art of No

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  The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
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Vision 3 - A Psycho-Mythic Descent

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Situation - The Tempest’s Reflection

JB, a spaceship pilot, has been placed into a cryo cocoon to revive and transform his life essence. Inside the cocoon, he experiences his mind as a "relentless tempest of clashing thoughts, swirling and churning, mirroring the furious chaos outside of the machine." JB also sees his older self trapped in the same transitory state.


The Storm in my Looking Glass

A cinematic close-up of JB’s face behind the curved glass of the cryo-cocoon. The glass reflects not the room but a "relentless tempest" of swirling dark clouds and lightning, symbolising his churning thoughts. In the storm's reflection, a ghostly older version of JB is visible, trapped and silent, mirroring the pilot's current state.

Cryogenic Rejuvenation Chamber - Night

This trapped specter is the true mirror of our pilot's current, suspended state: a mind caught between two ages, the man he was refusing to be silenced, terrified of the man he is about to become, trapped in the limbo of the cryo-sleep, with a storm of anxiety, regret, and the trauma of his previous life raging around his consciousness. The youthful body lies motionless, but the soul within is enduring a violent, internal crucifixion, visible only through horrific, cinematic trickery on glass.


The Dual Prisoner

A split-composition shot. On the left, the current JB (40s) is thrashing in the futuristic nanoweave. On the right, a translucent spectral overlay depicts an aged, weathered version of JB in the same position. The background is a violent swirl of "clashing thoughts" visualised as abstract, jagged geometric shapes in dark grey and electric blue, mirroring the chaos outside the machine.


The Vortex of Essence

An artistic, surreal interpretation of the cryo-unit interior. JB is suspended in the centre, but his body is dissolving into a "swirling and churning" vortex of memories and light. The chaos of the anomaly outside leaks into the pod, creating a visual feedback loop in which the external storm and internal panic merge into a single, terrifying texture.


The Fire and the Stabilising Hum

A macro shot of JB’s arm and chest bound by the silver nanoweave. Underneath his skin, the veins are glowing with a "surge of fire" (bright molten orange), representing his violent impulse. However, the nanoweave binding is pulsing with a calming, cold blue light (the stabilising hum), pressing down and extinguishing the fire in patches.


The Shuddering Breath

An extreme close-up on JB’s mouth and nose inside the fluid-filled or misty environment of the cocoon. A single, large air bubble is escaping his lips, capturing the moment of a "shuddering breath." His neck muscles are roped and tense from lashing out, but the lighting indicates a shift from violent red alarm to a sterile, stabilising white.


Resist and Stabilise

A dynamic action shot from inside the pod. JB is arching his back, attempting to lash out, but the composition emphasises the weight of the "stabilising hum"—visualised as heavy, translucent soundwaves or ripples in the air that are physically holding him down, resisting his kinetic energy.


The Techno-Pharaoh: A double-exposure image

The base layer is JB in the high-tech cryo-unit. Superimposed over him are ghostly, ancient Egyptian priests layering linen strips over his body. The nanoweave fibers seamlessly blend into the ancient bandages. JB looks terrified, not peaceful, realising he is "bound, immobilised, sealed" like a spirit prepared for passage against his will.

The Unreachable Yoke 

A POV shot from JB’s perspective, looking down at his own body. His hands are locked rigidly at his sides by the cocoon. Ghostly, semi-transparent images of his hands are reaching out, trying to "yank, shove, slam" a control panel that isn't there. The image captures the desperation of a pilot whose identity is "unspooling" because he cannot reach the controls.



The Metallic Bloom

An abstract, psychological portrait. JB’s silhouette is central, trapped in the weave. Radiating out from the back of his throat/head is a "blooming" explosion of metallic textures—silver, copper, and iron shards—representing the panic that tastes like metal. It is violent, primal, and absolute, taking over the visual field.








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