What about, Love? Chapter 5

It seems like we’re less than before.

So many people died in the apocalypse.
The water was toxic, the crops were dying, and the underground vaults we lived in when we were young made us similar but we remained unique… but at the same time… I wish we could go back there… Before our homes were destroyed.. My mom was a hard worker. She was always looking out for us… When my father left her I never felt like he was worth keeping in touch with. Me and my mom struggled to get out of the vaults… Jenna was the closest one to us. She and I listened at the sounds of trains passing by the night… I remember there was a male member in our vault that used to talk to her, one day she punched him in the face and broke his nose… He kept teasing her by telling her to clean… I would have done the same but I wasn’t strong enough.

I remember the vaults. Siri helped us with everything… I never knew how to cook till our president left one day and we went out with masks to find his body decomposing a week later. We found him sitting in broken house, in a tub in the woods with his gun in his hands, looking up at the sky… We took the gun from his hands and showed it to his brother. He had been asking for him for a week… And we sat down and cried that night by a fire. The gun reflected it’s flames on a table, and we wondered if he had asked for forgiveness and reached his subconscious before he took his life.

Do you know why the apocalypse happened? One of the world’s leaders had declared war on another country and his nation decided to lock him up in jail instead. He had made contacts with powerful men and they destroyed his entire nation instead of freeing him. By the time we had learned about this, they had fired nuclear missiles at the and they tried telling us it was terrorists… Instead… It was our own government attacking us. I saw a missile hit the Grand Canyon on my phone, and at first I thought it was a comet or fireworks.

We had luck…

Back in the living room we could see simulations of our subconscious connected to our brainwaves on our glass ceiling and some of them were too bright for me. I asked Siri to slowly bring us back to consciousness.

Do you want to eat some food? I asked Madison, still adjusting, her pupils dilated back to normal.

We had grown our crops inside, had nothing but natural plants and a little bit of sanitized meat, seafood itself never really tasted good to me anyways although we had Siri to help us with the crops, just wish she could cook.

I heard that… Siri exclaimed.

Siri had the ability to read minds because she had been equipped with microphones that were as good as dolphin ears, sometimes i think that’s not a good thing.

Call Lisa, it’s time for lunch.

As I walked forward the wall in front of me moved a bit so I could see Lisa sitting down by an augmentable glass window looking at a butterfly. She was changing her wings colors and patterns, till a chameleon appeared… The virtual chameleon was not programmed to eat anything. The butterfly landed on it, and they were mirroring each-others colors. I never understood how they were able to do that, but I have to assume that they were highly evolved dimensional creatures even after they were mostly wiped out.

Lisa do you want to eat some food? She smiled and nodded in approval.

Come on down to the living room.

Our beds went below and the table rose higher as it became bigger, and our chairs came up.

A container of apple’s, a few strawberries, and white grapes were brought down the ceiling through a tube.

Our neighbor was now getting home and she had now found her dog… I don’t think she cared about it because she looked at him and walked away… Dogs were cloned anyways. They weren’t as special as cats… Cats had been evolved past dogs so much that some had their fur to look like tiny bears.

Please check Madison’s homework Siri and show us our home stats.

In a grid on the table we could see the Internet usage was beyond 20 terabytes and I wondered if we should stop indexing the P2P clusters from time to time.

France had become the world’s servers AI home to see worldwide stats, however Siri wasn’t allowed to go past her internet cluster unless we asked her to. I just love their coffee.

We sat and ate for a while till it time for us to start working inside of our virtual world, and let me tell you… Madison and I built a forest in it and it is beautiful.

What about, Love? Chapter 4

In our home, the glass windows changed to black and rendered a virtual sky above us with aura’s of all colors. Madison was laying down on the sofa with siri’s device.

Do you want to visit our old home?

Wouldn’t want to miss it.

Siri turned off the TV as I sat down next to Madison waiting for Siri to bring up my bed from the ground. I sat down and looked at Madison, she asked me “What?” looking up at me.
I felt like telling her I was afraid of going to the wrong place but we always found each other at our old home so I said… Nothing, and smiled back. She layed down and shut her eyes as my psycho-tricorder glowed a subtle blue hue around the gems ear piece.

As time passed on, the solfeggio frequencies played together ascending from low to high in a circular quantum form, then it guided us by sound into our bodies light vehicles… Where I thought of our old home in Sim City. Siri had geometrically learned the dimensions and their wavelengths so she played them through our minds and we visualized them like bats when they used to exist. In our minds we had no longer taken the bodies of our digital selfs but instead of our physical selfs, however we kept morphing into other being figures… Our bodies were made of light and shapes and at one moment Madison looked like a stranger I had only seen for a second on a screen when I was younger. I felt the presence of someone who had existed trying to be in my subconscious dream with Madison. But Siri was programmed to only allow matching frequencies to co-exist in our reality. It was actually me and Madison’s minds that were not up to par with Siri’s… Because if we asked her to join our dream she would have probably become the talking house she is, or build an endless hotel of rooms and rooms of people from all over the universe that we could visit if we downloaded their dimensions ideas and shifted our light bodies frequencies to theirs.

Madison asked, “Do you remember who you were in Sim City?”

I don’t. I left home each day in the morning when the sun came up and sped myself up through work… It was all a blur by night.

Her light kept shifting to different colors. “We met on a virtual server hosted by a trillionaire. Do you remember that day?”

I remember visiting the mall and thinking I did not have enough virtual money to get you a present for your birthday. I remember the host saying you were pretty and even then you chose me over him. I feel like you missed out on a lot…

Reality is not as important as it used to be. Virtuality took over and it led us here through neuroscience. Spirituality is the bending of our minds and nature, what is of life other than a lower dimension than is this one and the ones paralleling away from those of gods among us?

We were not daemonic by nature, we were forced to believe in ideas of the dead and most of us were trapped by the wicked. If it wasn’t for the apocalypse things would have always been the same generation after generation, the re-birth of Christ was never in the hands of the churches either. Martin Luther King Jr was not Christian…

I drifted away.

Nov 11 – Thoughts

Sometimes I’m too lazy to open an app to check a notification and I feel like Siri should just be my morning alarm radio apps/news broadcaster… And sometimes, when I’m falling asleep I get these really deep thoughts about life and write some of them down, one of them was – we already know the meaning of life because we define it.

But I get all tired… and think stuff In the morning like why isn’t there a pair of shoes that you can wear for the rest of your life as long as you don’t have smelly feet and I can change the color/size or use magnets instead of shoelaces. And by the afternoon I’m on Hulu thinking how dare they put ads… sitting angrily drinking my tea – I don’t drink Starbucks or wear skinny-jeans – they are a disgrace to mankind so don’t imagine I do either. Today was Veterans Day, I saw the crazy Taylor Swift experience app music video and I thought that phone she dropped in the fountain looked water-proof. Later I went to an orchestra concert at my old high-school – which still looks the same and they don’t have wifi so that’s good they can’t take attendance using iBeacons yet. Everyone playing tonight looked bored or gloomy and my dad didn’t turn off his cellphone so it rang in the beginning of the show. On the way back I heard Lorde’s Flicker for MockingJay and I’m not sure why Kanye West covered it. I heard Lana Del Rey is supposed to be on his new album… Then I got home cooked Fettucini with home-made Alfredo sauce (don’t know why it’s called that) and I ended up here to spit out my thoughts because I think we go through way more of them than any generation before us. So now I’m going to sleep and encourage you to be positive or stay positive. Grand Theft Auto V comes out soon for PS4 and Xbox One. I have to wait till the PC version comes out… I like running over pedestrians in Ultra HD.

What is art? – Jaden Smith

I’m sitting in a chair in my room thinking about how people that went to college and studied art become food delivery drivers or… baristas… if they give up, and yesterday I was working on a song trying to make it sound like a cheesy hit you would like to play and purchase on iTunes but I don’t feel like it will get popular like Chelsea Handler’s half nude selfie trying to fight sexism on Instagram or Tim Cook saying he is gay and we all admire them but I don’t have a company or a tv show… I went to an art school and on my interview I was told to leave for saying business cards were useless… I had a lot of art to show them. Most of it was ceramic eating utensils but they looked like they were designed by Apple and I wanted to make them out of Titanium or steel, turned out I needed to learn about 3D printers and a Makerbot wasn’t out then and their initial one did plastic only, I want one now! I hate shipping stuff though and selling 3D-printed objects will probably be pointless when Virtual Reality kicks in with Oculus and all those new augmented reality glasses come out.

So I’m more of a digital artist, trying to not make 7 books like J.K. Rowling no matter how much people love Harry Potter… Because my success would probably be in the hands of the actors if there ever was a movie on it. And I’d go to the theatre and see that they forgot like a fusion energy flux capacitor charging up the home or a floating speaker in the scene and I would tell the director to remake it with Leonardo Dicaprio. It’s tough being a grown-up, you got corruption every-where and I would like to carry a bottle of water with me and spray it in greedy people’s faces, like Not Today! No no, get your matrix cocoon shit out of my face… I know that movie had a lawsuit by the woman who submitted the script… And she won. So money does not buy happiness, but you can make other people happy with it… By calling Saul or whatever your nearest lawyer name is. I take it we have to make the best of this life… Even if our money is as fake as monopoly’s and now I don’t even carry it…

Anyways yeah, art sucks… Blah, blah, blah, gonna make a record, half life 3 unconfirmed. Check back later.