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Submission by R.R. Smithers Bio-UT00235[1/16/2198///162/02:23]

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“Civilization!? You know, I really do believe I'm allergic to the human race - I have a violent verbal reaction dot, dot, dot."

"I mean, fuck my time, fuck this country and fuck this broken planet! I’ve watched an entire generation - my peers - sell out their grand ideals of life with little environmental impact for their own procreation, thus contributing to the destruction of the host!” He said.

“You know that adequately liberal late 80’s shit.” He takes a deep inward breath, angles his torso forward and assumes the position for a rant. The dock under their feet creeks with the chainging of his weight.

“These people - a generation with whom I watched some of the most dramatic events in human history! The fall of the Berlin wall, the rise and ultimate slaughter of a democratic movement in China, the systematic destruction of the last tropical rainforests on the planet and of course the subtle and then catastrophic collapse of the Soviet Union! Is it possible that someone can view these events, smell this decaying planet from the point of view of an urban landfill and then turn around and perpetuate this disgusting status-quo by contributing to the population boom and retreating into their own finite suburban worlds?” He is red faced with depleted lungs.

She shakes her head, smiles wryly.

“You’re goddamn right it is!" He wheezes, Not only is it possible but it’s a done deal!” Says he with the tone of the absolut and absolute it is.

Breath again, now!

“For years this reality has made me blame myself!” He mumbles.

“What, wait,” she tips her head back and to the left. “How does that follow?”

“Well, I can’t change it!”

“Change what?”

“The World! Yeah, I know it sounds a bit dramatic but wasn't I, a white male American supposed to be able to change things if he deemed so necessary? Some how I feel responsible! I’ve blamed myself for not acting at just the right moment for not being loud enough, strong enough or persuasive enough to change all this shit! I’ve blamed myself for not being pretty enough, rich enough or powerful enough to bring this fucked up species into a whole new level of evolution! I’m talking about a level of evolution that would bid, once and for all, farewell to poverty and inequality, a level of evolution that, for the first time in the history of this species introduce the concept of unity!”

“Whoa! That’s quite a god complex! You can’t control evolution!"

"I think as a species we can, don't you think the television, the car and the meat/death industries has had a serious effect on our natural evolutionary patterns, as a species look how lazy we've become?"

"Yeah, it's believable but not proven scientifically and what do you mean by unity?” She demands. “It usually means homogenization. Everyone seems to want a unified people – but in their own shade of gray. Talk about unity usually means that someone wants me to give up my version of right. I respect the differences between people! I mean, ‘United States’, my ass! The likelihood that some flag-waving, wife beating, dog kicking asshole and I could be united on any issue is pretty damn slim.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about at all! I mean working for each other and not against each other! Unity of sex, unity of race, and unity of philosophical and political concepts for all the species on this planet. And yes I guess it would seem like I have a god complex but I don’t think that’s uncommon for a super hero to have at least once or twice in his or her incredibly long lifetime. Do you?”

She leans in closer and says. “I still can’t wrap my brain around the way you mean unity. I totally agree that working for and not against one another would be an evolutionary step up. I just don’t understand how you can have unification of categories like sex and race and ideology and species when they contain so much diversity. But if you’re talking about civilization, I think true civilization is the unification of people in the belief that all species have worth, that the planet has worth, and that we can live together and work together without giving up the passions that make us individuals. And uh, I see what you mean about the god thing. I agree.”

“Yes!” He explodes.

When he explodes he really does come apart you know, like a cartoon, apart and back together again in six frames. He is James and James is I, one of the narrators, now standing with my arms above my head and the head is thrown back, post cartoonish explosion.

Frozen there for a second... Ok.

“That is unity and I think unity is civilization! But we don’t seem to be able to unify with each other on any of those levels. I accept my share of the responsibility for not living in a perfect world. Rhetorical, yes but are there still only a hand full of people on this Earth that do? We've got to evolve as a species or be replaced by a better one before unity can civilize this world.”

“You talk about evolution and unity-as-civilization like you don’t believe that civilization exists on this planet!” She challenges me,(him, whatever) frowning.

She is Dena a narrator as well, our now 23 year old heroine of extraordinary talent and will, and you dear reader will now do as you are told! You will now jump through the hoops of suspended disbelief and salty nomenclature that we, James and I provide for you. Yes, but please keep in mind that this is not a difficult task. If you don’t know the difference between a half hitch and a starboard tack, know, at least, that you will if you persist in your journey through these words. Know, also that these stories you are being told have two witnesses who are both narrators and sailors and that’s really the way we talk. So all we really ask is that you believe that the aforementioned stories indeed have two narrators that are both sailors and witnesses to these events. Easy!

Yes, and sometimes we, Dena and I, will provide you, dear reader, with the proper tools, or omni-trampoline if you will, for hoop jumping such as, he said, she said, easy to follow time lines, quote marks, dot,dot,dot.

Sometimes we won’t.

Dena is also a super hero. Unfortunately for us both neither one of us are the kinds of super heroes that can bounce bullets off of our bodies or fly by pointing that way or see through anything but lead or have rubbery bones or lots of money, although neither one of us ever developed wisdom teeth and that's pretty special.

... Presently,

“They don’t! Unity or civilization,” he says. “I’ve been to many places in different parts of the world, but I’ve never seen anything that even comes close to that definition of civilization. The way that people everywhere mistreat each other and the land and sea and air that support them makes me sick. And there’s no frontier – shit, even Antarctica is piled with trash from research facilities and pounded by military bases.”

“Well, we can’t move off the planet!” Dena shoots back.

“Why!”

James is stopped cold, truly shaken by that fact.
Nothing wrecks a passionate tirade like facts.

"Well, that means we’re going to have to discover civilization or build it ourselves, on this planet Right? I'd like to think we could reach escape velocity in an old wooden sail boat but it's highly un-likely.” Dena leans forward and just then I could feel her breath gently brush my cornea. “We’re going to have to sail to all the places in the world where we think it would be possible to find paradise. Just to find out for ourselves. Just to see for ourselves if civilization really doesn't’ exist on this planet. And maybe someone will teach us the unity trick along the way.”

“Traveling around the world,” he says solemnly, looking out over a perfect reflection of the moon on Lake Union on a still, cool Seattle, September night in 1998.

“Seceding from governments and joining communities. Seceding from the world and discovering civilization. How long do you think that’ll take?”

Dena smiles, “I don’t care.”

You’re perfect…

***

S.V.S.NLibrary.doc(early synopses) Great Inversion:

No one on Earth could have guessed that in this incredibly unstable multiverse of ours there were roaming anomalies called Magnetic Inversions before the year 2036.
Magnetic Inversions, we now know are “High Frequency, Volatile-Multi-Dimensional-Black-Holes” (HFVMDBH’s) that randomly become mass in the form of dense pockets of inverted ultra, ultra high frequency magnetism and then suddenly disappear presumably back into they’re own dimensions to become black holes. In other words, at the very instant a black hole collapses in on itself it becomes a minute point of pure high frequency magnetic mass for a split second. At that split second the mass of the soon to be black hole has enough destructive high frequency magnetism to tear the very fabric of it’s own dimension and become a Magnetic Inversion in a completely random place in another dimension.
At 05:23 EST on April 8th in the year 2036 a tiny Inversion in the 100,000 tara hertz spectrum, nicknamed “The Sting”, appeared in our solar system between the planets Earth and Mars. In fact, it came so close to the Planet Mars (123,000Kh) that all of the trace amounts of Iron on the North Eastern hemisphere of the beautiful red planet came to the surface, forever making a striking orange dot more visible then the storms of Jupiter and about the size of the former United States of America back on Earth.
Aesthetically the Earth didn’t fare as well as its Martian neighbors. Although there were earthquakes reported world wide there was very little physical property damage attributed to the Great Inversion of ’36. The only noticeable damage that was reported by humans was the fact that every single computer on the planet suffered catastrophic memory “inversion”, simply meaning that all of the data on the planet Earth was suddenly and inexplicably inverted from a binary 1 to a binary 0 and visa-versa. There were no exceptions if it wasn’t printed or written down it was lost, presumably forever.
And so it was the end of debt and the beginning of the new dark ages, the beginning of civilization.

Carpe’ Diem.

Monolog of Saul Tarious III in the 2044///008 revision of The Words of Steve as played by Neil Keery

***
What is an age of time and how is it measured?
The blink of an eye,
The life span of a monkey with thumbs the click of a switch?
On
Off
Off
On
…Off for a very long time, one second, four years.

Poet Persius Claire (cir 2146///110)
***
Most Human beings when asked what they remember about the actual event that was (many years later) referred to as the Great Inversion seem to remember, simply “A distortion of reality.” When GoosoftNet interviewed the last 400 people alive from the actual Inversion they were simultaniously quoted using those very words but only 60% of those 400 people agreed with the description,
“A seemingly universal, serendipitous moment of silence”.
... The single most quoted phrase in the 21st and 22nd centuries. But in the year 2092 a man by the name of (Hospital) Dave Sound, (the oldest man on Earth at that time who celebrated his 128th birthday that year
and had no cloned organs) was quoted in his memoirs entitled:
Silent BigSound: The Life and Times of the Oldest Guy in the World...

"Who comes up with this shit anyway, it was a day like any other day it was loud and rainy! Moment of silence my ass, that sounds like something Lane would come up with, fuck that guy!

MyDImp World News(Centenial Inversion Special Report)- 4/8/2136///100
(digital implant version only)

***

“The amount of data lost in the four ‘dark years of deconstruction’, is, from a post Inversion point of view, practically unfathomable. To comprehend the amount of human experience lost to the simple ignorance of our species is quite literally from our perspective, not possible.”
-Dr. Markus Helm, In a speach addressing the Center for Preinversion Studies SVSN-Shri Lanka 4/8/2186///150

***

The physiological effects or. “Post-Inversion-Stress-syndrome” (P.I.S.S.), was a lot more dramatic then anyone in the scientific community could possibly comprehend.
Just think of the multiversal effects of what really happens when the ultra-ultra high frequency magnetic particles in a human body get suddenly and violently tugged in the direction of a pin point in distant space? Well what ever it was that happened to us as a species psychologically went practically unnoticed in society for almost en entire decade after the actual event. We knew there was something wrong, we just couldn't’t comprehend such a dramatic change in human motivation.
For four long years it seemed as if the whole of the human species was bent on the destruction of the technology it had worked so hard to achieve in previous generations.
People were pissed and needed a target to vent they're anger. And thus almost every computer (96% of all personal computers) on Earth was systematically destroyed by the people who couldn't retrieve the information stored within they're inverted memories. An information tragedy so vast that Julius Caesar's burning of the Royal Library in Alexandria simply pales in comparison.

My DImp Anual report 2166///130

New, but improved?

… So you see the trace-Iron in our 23rd chromosome passed down from our great, great grand parents is a direct result of “The Sting”. It is a fact that not only was our species deeply effected by the Inversion, we were indeed changed into a completely new species. The only real question that I find of great importance now is not whether or not that change was bad or good but what other species were effected by the Inversion in the same way? So far we've found none, from the day we made this discovery until now we have found not even one other species on the planet Earth that was effected by the Great Inversion. The single most profound event in our history went completely unnoticed by every other species on the globe.
So I ask you now my distinguished colleagues, why do you think that is?
Dr. Nathaous Sutra PHd. Geno-Archeologist from his address to the Center for Pre-Inversion Studies, T.I. Ecotopia. 2194///158/09/09

(My DImp-Freestream ‘94)

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