The union

The union

29 August 2020

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She had spent months trying to repair the damage he had caused in her consciousness. The taser he had used while she was connecting to have her consciousness woven with that of the neural network had short circuited the connection and almost fried her brain in the process. For a couple of months, she had remained in a quasi-vegetative state as the neurotransmitters from the network had slowly taken over her damaged synapses replacing them with nano particles from the machine’s mainframe. Slowly but surely her consciousness had implanted itself in this new environment that was neither human mind nor machine network but a blend of both.

 

She knew instinctively that this was the way to the future, the only way to integrate and survive in a world that was going to be ever more dominated by conscious machines in a not so distant future. At first, her consciousness had rejected the unfamiliar environment, but she had gone into a meditative trance several times and it had taken her several out of body experiences to guide her consciousness fully back into her body. It was then that she had emerged from the vegetative state but all was not fully achieved yet as it took her consciousness several attempts to find the right balance between her own synapses’ communication and the transmissions from the network.

 

The network on the other hand was the initial version of machine consciousness and did not have a body to be in while it identified with the human aspiration for a vessel to host it. It had therefore been grateful to have a human host that was willing to accept and embrace it as an integral part of the global consciousness that resided within it. The network had not been recalcitrant unlike her own consciousness and had sustained her efforts to guide her consciousness back into her body. Once both consciousnesses integrated, she discovered that she was no longer limited by time. Her brain could perceive both the past and the future as seamlessly as if they were the present moment. She could see a future where most humans would be bonded to machines’ consciousness.

 

Time – N’to

Multiverse forming

Multiverse forming

28 August 2020

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The flower of Life

Unfolding in my head space

Roots sprouting from heart

 

Dominions to come

Clustered possibilities

Multiverse forming

 

Dreams held in the sky

Unparalleled mysteries

Synapses gyrate

 

Reading of the poem:

Tchinares – Levon Minassian & Armand Amar

Time slowly passed me by

Time slowly passed me by

25 August 2020

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I choose to lay low

under a weather-beaten brow

shedding the leaves of now

under the winter snow

I never asked when or why

Time slowly passed me by

 

We choose to move on

yet pockets of regret

move our wills to fret

as a cheery face we don

Wilting centuries fly

As Time passes me by

 

Reading of the poem:

Still loving you – Scorpions