Spirit and the Martian art (chapters 1 & 2)

        Spirit and Martian art  (a philosophical science fiction  story)     

       ©2021 Garrison Clifford Gibson

              Chapter One

       Herniated space

                 A loud raven caw crossing space disrupted sky domination of subtle chirp birds in the bush. The big black bird sounded friendly to Kurt like bright afternoon sunshine unconcerned with the splattered state of the world. When perceived the black feathers-for-others absorbed photons though the color for-itself uninterpreted by human eyes was as empty as the heart of darkness passing through local time. 

       Kurt Simagin heard the raven sound on many Y’Earth like planets. He recognized the intelligent bird as a friendly enough being. It was good to hear the sound in thornish scrub desert brambles on a Composition Nine traveler’s world. Partially decomposed bodies littered the landscape complicating contemporary history.  Simagin’s immediate task was to sort out the evidence of the place assigned by Delta Taco Tier One. Activating Simagin was the prerogative of the independent security consortium of the constellation of dwindled worlds seeking to keep a semblance of freedom from one of many evil empires littering the Universe.

          Simagin understood that when God created a Universe it was developed in a two-dimensional line of energy that was expanded to three dimensions like a membrane with the addition of a Higgs field. Stretching the line energy out over three dimensions made a Higgs Field of virtual energy of vast extent. Within the Higgs field might arise three-dimensional particles from the two-dimensional massless particles of the field itself as they became tangled up in the field overlapping themselves and bringing in to being the effect of three-dimensional particles with mass from massless two-dimensional particles. In such a way a Universe was born as George Lemaitre and Allan Guth had speculated about in the days before the discovery of the nature of the field. An infinite number of Universe membrane files existed next to one another in the special Modge Panc cabinet of teleological design. Each membrane could entail a limitless number of contingent dimensions and branches for spun-off Universes. Sometimes wickedness broke out interdimensionally within these Universes and slaughters of innocents and not-so-innocents and downright wicked beings occurred. Then, Kurt Simagin or some other Tier three operator was assigned to sort out and interdict if possible, for preventative and merciful reasons those perpetrators and causes that had brought the shift into beaning. 

          Corpses were strewn in a rough perimeter and obviously had been posthumously munched on by Claxsop spiders that lived amid the dense foliage along the winding desert river. The Livid River had scoured out a valley overlapping centuries with the work of abrasive erosion. A few flying defense drones resembling wrens still glowed with blue light though inactive and broken around the scene of the last stand of a Bankop squad. Simagin looked around for sign of alien opposition forces, and then used a field sensor to scan for electro-magnetic and visual presence of opfor biological and mechanisms. He wondered what haters could have terminated the journey banker-warrior squad. So, he found a good-sized boulder to set down upon then built a lush global warming campfire to heat a cup of highland coffee to a scalding degree to take the edge of the experience. 

           He knew that some investigators had developed psychological trauma that reverberated around their minds from seeing such travesties and was therefore took defensive countermeasures to prevent p.t.e.d. A memory of Mistress Sally making a stimulus check on him verged up from the deep; they’d shared r.e.m. and she do’oothed him right on the spot. He reminded himself not to be distracted thinking about the past too much in the field when Cannaemites could be advancing toward their quarry beyond his field of vision. Zvimmer, Kurt’s emotional support coyote, rested on the ground looking outward toward likely enemy avenues of approach. Looking up, he smiled at Kurt than pawed a bone in the ground and began gnawing it.

          Kurt wanted to consider the motivations that could have prompted the mini-battle that was a last stand for the banker-squad. Forming ideas that would arise from his subconscious mind into awareness he knew, could be induced by putting his thought onto some other topic during which the unrelated solutions or suggestions of solution might appear from the depths. His head-band guarded against impacts with a layer of battery gel stuffed with intelligent nano-machine electronics and communication structures. He said to it; -” Play the video about the guy seeking the American dream of building and owning his own storage shed.”

          A flying square of opaque nano-rasters appeared hovering in front of his eyes presenting the movie on a ten-inch screen. The nanorasters could visualize any sort of idea with A.I. tweak-work besides standard digital video then disappear to his combat battle-dress battery defense vest. Kurt watched Pedro Cordoba carrying lumber on his shoulder through a dark forest walking uphill and crossing muskeg bog over and over again reminding him of the myth of Sisyphus, yet in time a storage shed began to form at the top of the trail. The winter struck and the little building was buried under snow and ice. The Neo-KGB discerned his activity in the forest and sent legions of harpies to impede his attempt to build the American dream. Pedro suffered a dislocated should and then a torn rotator cuff and left for the winter in a small open boat from the edge of the forest traveling down the coast a couple of hundred miles. The further adventures of Pedro interested Simagin, yet he had pressing details to look at over the killing ground, so he finished the last of the coffee, got up and walked about the area stopping at a pile of remains. He toed up and used a foot to flip over the body that remained about 60% complete

          The bankop operative’s remains had a residual glow about them that indicated to Kurt that he had recently been in a capital accumulation vault that marked workers with silo-dye. There were just a few facilities in the galaxy able to afford the process of infusing quark-dye into the epidermis of visitors. 

       Kurt was a skeptic concerning the prospects for improvements to the character of the human species that were publicized whenever new facts or speculation about Higgs field related discoveries were made. Gravity occurs at light speed, and that would be natural if light speed is the norm for massless particle-waves or energy not slowed down to three dimensions. When energy becomes entangled from two dimensions to three and becomes embedded in a steady state in the Higgs Field, the aggregation of mass in the field reshapes the field and draws other mass toward it in field curvature. The field itself may act at the speed of light and create the appearance of gravity acting at the speed of light. If the field is expanding or is something is acting upon the field that isn’t of the three-dimensional mass the Higgs Field could seem to be causing space to expand. There is an obvious way to regard that condition though; aggregation of mass that causes the Field to warp and attract mass may reciprocally expand space of the field bereft of elements of the field drawn in the Higgs Field and mass interactive aggregation situation.

         Gravity is a marvelous thing. If it is an appearance because people see through a glass darkly embedded in the mass of particle-waves slowed down to sub-light speed in the Higgs Field, humans at least have the promise of discovering how it arises someday. Like the time when Abraham was asked to sacrifice his son Isaac by God, and Abraham showed he had such faith in God existing so as to be regarded as worthy of the promise, the appearance of gravity on this side of the cloud of unknowing may someday be rewarded by the saving grace of truth appearing; as when God sacrificed His Son Jesus Christ to save all of those of faith. The truth will set gravity theorists free.

          Some people wonder about the relationship of God to the Universe and how the theory of evolution juxtaposes with the explanation of creation provided in the Bible. The accounts of contemporary cosmology and of the book of Genesis aren’t in necessary contradiction or even in conflict as superficial reading or analysis indicates to some, though most haven’t troubled to look to far into either field.   Consider what an eternal being who could create a Higgs field with a thought, or a thought of a field that has always existed like a library of every possible idea or universe that could ever exist, completely existing with God, would want to tell beings in a universe or thermodynamic process that he actualized, about how it came to be.  Kurt imagined imagining what kind of reconciliation he would try and thought that He might say briefly that; “I saw nothingness and brought light to it and over a period of time -days for you I will call them since general relativity wasn’t existing yet nor even special relativity or energy and mass- I brought stars and dust to exist and man evolved innocently in an Eden of blissful ignorance until he/you/they grew smart enough to cultivate orchards, plant crops and etc. You were de facto booted out of Eden, into clothing, guilt with the knowledge of good and evil’s difference and into the realm of Cain kills-his-brother-Abel just to continue evolving in a wild format until I tried to correct your existential estrangement from my way of peace, wisdom and so forth. Your first civilization, incidentally, was located at a spot that is now beneath the Persian Gulf. At least there was one guy who followed my warnings about the rising global sea level during the end of the Wisconsin ice age. He- Noah and his family build a boat and survived the flood that drowned those wicked people that kept going on with their immoral drift of destruction. Noah’s sons went out to people living south of the Mediterranean Sea and became leaders, somewhat like the Verangian Vikings became leaders of Slavs living around the city they founded at Kiev. Hey, that brings you up to Charles Darwin and the present time with all of the interesting questions you can create concerning the paradoxes of the Higgs field, of mass, energy, space, time, a plethora of universes and modal logic possibilities without end.

         It is a great time to be alive except for the planetary destruction of the ecosphere and so forth. The problem about ignoring my son’s (Jesus Christ) prophecy concerning the great first century tribulation should have been surprising to me yet it wasn’t of course. Some of you are still looking for a great tribulation and take that paradigm as an excuse to keep destroying the environment and to stop building the kingdom of God up on Earth through an egalitarian, literate priesthood of believers. I am supposed to be resting now though, so I’ll get back to you on that.” 

          Kurt listened to the gently flowing water of the livid river and contemplated the fate of the corpse. Was the bankop saved? He thought that very unlikely, and remembered fragments of Baxter’s ethics written so many centuries before from Directory IX. ‘When you have found yourselves in a state of sin and death, understand and consider what a state that is.’ It may be you will think it a tolerable condition, and linger in it, as if you were safe; or delay your repentance, as if it were a matter of no great haste; unless you open your eyes, and look round about you, and see in how slippery a place you stand. Let me name some instances of the misery of an unregenerate, graceless state, and then judge of it as the Word of God directs you. 

          As long as you are unconverted, you must needs be loathsome and abominable to God^. His holy nature is irreconcilable to sin, and would be irreconcilable to sinners, if it were not that he can cleanse and purify them. Did you know what sin is, and know God’s holiness, you would understand this much better. Your own averseness to God, and your dislike of the holiness of his laws and servants, might tell you what thoughts he hath of you. “He hateth all the workers of iniquity’.” Indeed, he taketh you for his enemies, and as such he will handle you, if you be not converted.

          Some think it strange that any men should be called ” haters of God;” and I believe you will find it hard to meet with that man that will confess it by himself, till converting grace or hell constrain him. And indeed, if God himself had not charged men with that sin, and called them by that name, we should scarce have found belief or patience when we had endeavored to convince the world of it.

          Why did the world hate Christ himself? He tells you,” The world cannot hate you, but me it hateth, because I testify against it, that the works thereof are evil’.””This is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved dark rather than light, because their deeds were evil”

          It is a wonder of blindness,  that this God-hating world and age, should not perceive that they are God-haters, while they hate his servants to the death. and implacably rage against them, and hate his holy ways and kingdom, and bead all their power and interest in most of the kingdoms of the world, against his interest and his people upon earth: while the devil fights his battles against Christ through the world, by their hands, they will yet confess the devil’s malice against God, but deny their own; as if he used their hands without their hearts”

  The traveler’s world was littered with micro-surveillance grains scattered like dust from globe encompassing drones. Kurt asked his smart unit to check the status of the chess engine first responder to live threats anywhere on the planet. It would know if macro-sized opposition forces were active and determine the best countermeasures as controller even scaled up to battlefield size. Nothing active was indicated the smart speaker said. Kurt thought that strange yet not entirely inconsistent with modern tech.

          Maybe bankop constructions were doomed to fail, being too small of socioeconomic stature to rate any sort of success. Kurt took a biological survey unit from his carry belt and reached down to scoop in some of the less viscous portion of the corpse. Human-like beings are mostly made of water with a few pounds of well-structured chemicals thrown in, and they can be changed quickly or with evolving morphogenesis.

  The unit beeped a ready result, so Kurt said; “What is it?”

  “The composition is a dead bankop D.N.A. design that catastrophically evolved with input water/nano remix to the non-living compresence sampled.”

        Kurt thought about what the unit said for a few seconds then put it back on his belt. He knew that quality D.N.A. rapid evolver agents were costly outside of the prime urban star systems of the galaxy, and this particular composition nine traveler’s world Sendufax was thousands of light years from galaxy urban bands. Therefore, the primary agents of nihilistic evolution were likely to be well-financed.

       Sendufax had paradigmatically similar planetary infrastructure to that of common travelers’ worlds built at useful locations. Within its core was an adjustable gravity dynamo that contained concentrated heavy metal mass. The mass characteristics could be increased with super-positioned particles entangled around the galaxy emerging at targeted spots as virtual mass increasing and altering the mass structure up the periodic table beyond Einsteinium to heavier forms of packing. Kurt adjusted the gravity dynamo’s field characteristics with a multi-tool controller on his belt to lighten Sendufax’s field a little so he could move about the world a little easier. He knew he had a long day ahead of him and thought conserving energy a good idea.

Kurt looked at Zvimmer and said; “hey Yo, I have thought of something that reminds me of how problems expand. Maybe we will get a clue on how to narrow down the avenues of egress and identity of the agency that perpetrated the slaughter of the bankops littered about. And need I remind you not to chow down on any of the poor sod’s remains. Consider the infinite expansion of the dough of the Cookie-verse.”

Zvimmer growled. 

“No worry Zvimmer, this is an analogy of edification. Scientists running experiments at cosmological scale and quantum ingredient size determined that the dough-space of the cookie-verse is expanding. What is more, is that the Cookie-verse isn’t unique; it is just one of an infinite number of cookies cut out and baked from a singularity on a cookie sheet that inflated faster than light for a fraction of a second (relatively speaking). When the expansion stopped each cookie at its own special moment baked itself with a big bang and its own fine-temperature randomly selected cookie law constants to become a cookie in time with thermodynamics bring it to consume itself and gradually be digested in some instances by sentient being evolved within a cookie.

Each cookie verse if it had sentient products evolving from its special constant physical values (selected by random chance from a nearly infinite number of variables-modeling cookie recipes is simpler with an infinite number of variables and with constants being just nominal selections of ingredient baking temperatures and times) would find its sentients consuming the cookie itself.

Sentients within a cookie-verse would learn that the constants of the cookie that are baked in might have been very different indeed. Instead of gravity having the value of coconuts it might have been sugar sprinkles. Instead of various quantum values of vanilla it might have been chocolate or peppermint etc. The most informative and marvelous discovery of cookie baker mathematician scientists for-themselves might have been the discovery that besides eternal inflation of cookie dough and infinite cookie-verses- each cookie-verse dough from a cookie sheet branch would expand in an infinite number of directions in what was modeled as the infinite dimensions of Hilbert space. 

 Gauss Hilbert was one of the greatest of cookie baking theorists of all time. He consulted with Albertus Einstein concerning the nature of cookie dough in the general and special theories of cookie dough. Cookie dough was determined to stretch or collapse under the influence of dark matter (a very special ingredient) as opposed to dark energy that can expand space time again within a baked cookie. Evidently cookie dough space can reappear within baked cookies as cookie-verses remain within the eternal realm of the Great Cookie hosting all cookie-verses. Our cookie-verse was discovered to have resumed expanding about 25 years ago and may accelerate until it no longer could be said to exist, yet after the cookie-verse has consumed itself with thermodynamics. This seems to be a self cleaning oven implicitly contained within the space dough.

The Great Cookie-verse is comparable to an infinite fractal that can create infinite branch and cookie sheets within itself and infinite dimensions with the signal difference that all of its cookies have variable constants for there seems to be nothing constant except values of expansive space dough and mathematical forms representing cookie verse values- the latter being constant in the sense they are always subject to change in the Parmenidean sense of water flowing under the bridge always changing yet the river never changes as well as the opposite viewpoint of Heraclitus that one can never step into the same river twice because it is always changing. What is in motion stays in motion except for the object itself because it is only moving in relation to other objects that aren’t or that are moving at a different speed. The Great Cookie is marvelous an may occupy no more actual space than a singularity- an idea in the thought of the Great Cookie baker with the hyper-dimensional variable fractals requiring no space to exist within at all.”

Isn’t it about time we move upriver toward the settlement on the Haitian mesa? Common Zvimmer. Kurt started walking along the river bank; Zvimmer got up and trotted alongside.

 “Yes Zvimmer; the local region of dough on a cookie sheet that breaks off in one of ten to the 500th power varieties of phase space to become a uniquely valued cookie-verse- except for an infinite number of other inaccessible cookies with the same initial local constants- was the model for astrophysics cookie baker researches informing us of the nature of the Great cookie containing all cookie-verses and space dough.”

Zvimmer dropped the bone he had in his mouth and tilted his head to look curiously at Simagin.

Kurt stopped for a minute along the path following the Livid River northwest. He and Zvimmer wore foot to calf length field boots protecting them from lower extremity attacks and providing a ten-fold increase over human strength. Field operatives seldom contracted ankle or knee injuries if they were human, and if not, the damaged extremity could be replaced with replaceable snap-in leg units. Kurt and Zvimmer had made planetfall from a near speed of light event retro-drop originating at a local diminished worlds alliance entrepot base named Cargone. After landing with powered-chutes floating and collecting star electrons in descent the equipment was switched off to lower opposition force surveillance detection signatures. Simagin now activated the power legs for Zvimmer and himself.

  The sky turned blood red and an ominous wind arose throwing a haze of Sendufaxan dust aloft occluding vision. Sendufax was locked in a stationary geocentric orbit mid-way between twin red dwarf stars orbiting one another. Evidently the color compensation unit for the planet had switched off. Kurt thought that not a good sign. He and Zvimmer continued on their way toward the high Haitian mesa gradually increasing slope decreasing the distance between themselves and the Traveler’s world settlement of Gold Plum.

 Along the path the river flowed past the point of nihilism named for an early in Sendufaxan history conflict where an Obelisk commemorated the culminating skirmish. A few more bankop bodies were strewn here. Zvimmer pawed one such as used both front paws to dig next to it. His work revealed a yellow brick, so Kurt walked over to take a look.

  “Move aside Zvim; let me see what you’ve found.”

   Zvim trotted away to survey other corpses that were more fresh than the last group a mile south-west. Kurt kicked away more dirt revealing more brick units of what was apparently a yellow brick road beneath the Livid River path. An interesting finding he thought and filed away in memory. He said;

“Let’s go Zvim; it’s time to move on.”

 Desert lands were less expensive to develop than forestland and mountains on Traveler’s worlds so deserts tended to be the most common environment encountered. Mountains were even costlier because of the lop-sided gravity balancing compensators required to stabilize a planet with unequally allocated mass at a planetary surface. Zvim and Kurt liked mountains though so they experienced increase alienness passing through the red haze of the desert moving quickly toward a broad, elevated mesa becoming visible in the distance.

With so many bankop casualties- far more than Kurt expected to find from his info-brief supplied by the company client, it was easy to infer that something meaningful had occurred here; a conflict involving property of some kind usually as that was the source of most conflicts. Kurt had a direct-fire weapon ready though hoping not to need to use it soon. He queried his aux memory chip in the battery defense vest about the Haitian settlement.

 The A.I. said; the settlement of Golden Plum as 100 regular service personnel and the Markmuster Inn rooms for three-hundred. The Inn has a level four security vault; more than is required for ordinary travelling security, advanced communications at a facility owned by a shell corporation the identity of which is screened. Incidentally thirty of the one-hundred persons on the Markmuster staff are security personnel; that is quite a large number for an ordinary traveler’s world.”

  Atop the Mesa Kurt saw a few explosions, laser lights in the red gloom. He and Zvim increased their pace in the attempt to reach Golden Plum before the end of the conflict.

Simagin and Zvimmer’s increasing pace covered the remaining five miles to Golden Plum in a few minutes. The war in a teacup raged on. Kurt and Zvimmer dropped to the ground at the crest approach to the mesa to survey the battle to discern participants before entering the fray.

Golden Plum was being battered, bruised and assaulted with multi-phase techno weapons from a so far invisible attacker. Kurt saw bank operative cadre like those on the path below falling to the soil, variegated in posichs of killing insults to life. Kurt and Zvimmer experienced a distracting, painful audio buzz of weaponized infrasound that was evidently settle-wide as an element of full spectrum battle with obvious nuclear and atomic disarrays excised from the battle toolkit. As Kurt and Zvimmer rose to get a closer look a sudden explosion through the roof of the Markmuster Inn was followed by a bright as a nuke extrusion broadbeam fading off above the world into nothingness while the last bankop and security personnel were smoldering lumps on the ground.

 Walking carefully into Golden Plumb it was obviously squashed down to the stage or requiring complete replacement by the Dwindling Worlds tourist bureau. They surveyed the scene of macabre death with bodies flung like wet hot cooked spaghetti strands onto the exterior of the Markmuster. Kurt whistled to Zvimmer to stay on guard before entering the Inn.

  The hotel lobby was a shambles and before the front desk was a gaping thirty foot smoking hole going deep below to an empty Level four security vault. Kurt shot an explosive climbing bolt into the front desk and fast roped down to the fourth subterranean level of the vault. It was empty; he wondered what had been within it that was worth annihilating one-hundred souls. Kurt zipped up the rope to the surface and walked over the lobby to the main door.

Exiting the Markmuster Kurt and Zvimmer found what remained of the security and communication building. Plainly commo had been cut early in the battle. Kurt’s client must have been in a local region of the galaxy- or at least had a branch base close enough to Sendufax to learn of the initial phase of attack and hire his company to send someone to look into it. Maybe they were located on Cargone like himself and able to respond quickly. Kurt found some component spares and restored to communications to let H.Q. know of his finding of the state of Sendufax.

Kurt and Zvimmer after exiting the Inn walked over to a debris free plaza somewhat centralized amidst the wreckage. Kurt said to Zvimmer; “Yo, I hate to say that we haven’t anything to eat, I believed we could grab a bite here at one of the settlement’s restaurants. Why don’t you go out and scout about for a few dumb animal steaks in one of the refrigerator units of the stores and I will build a small global warming campfire to flame em over.”

  Zvim eagerly loped off on his quest to find dinner. Kurt gathered firewood from shattered building facades and window frames and carried it to a fire-pit that he excavated with a small frag grenade. The suddenly as a dark cloud could block sunlight, the red sky darkened further and the dust storm that had yet to abate.

A peanut star atmospheric entry ship descend unto the edge of the plaza, blew its hatch and from it strode a tall woman dressed in a transparent business suit wearing a specop combat battery helmet. The suit absorbed and recycled all bodily waste before adding some of its content with structure support atoms into the wearer over time fading away to nothing. When it was perfectly clear it was a fresh issue, gradually changing color toward the end of its life. Business field suits absorbed energy and useful molecular structures from the environment, including oxygen. She looked directly at Kurt who was some 60 meters away and walked toward him.

 “I see from your D.N.A. patterns that you are Kurt Simagin. I am Loren Klure from the Dwindling Worlds accounting office. They sent me here about the same time as you via your company h.q., yet I was farther away aboard a Tachycore space vessel investigating a meta-issue and was retasked here to survey the Sendufax vault. It is, or was, a classified high level secure temporal vault we used to cache advanced intellectual capital patents enroute to more secure facilities.”

 “Well I can tell you Loren that your secure vault is quite empty. Some kind of particle beam emerged from it and disappeared into off-whirld space when I arrived. We were about to start making dinner arrangements, would you like to join us for flamed dumb meat?”

 “Who else is with you?”

 “My smart coyote, Zvimmer.”

 As if on cue Zimmer arrived with a sealed pack of several dumb meat steaks certified from Veggimanitarians to have been grown pain-free salvaged from a local spiffy-mart.

Zvim dropped the steaks at Kurt’s feet and trotted over to smell the new arrival. She patted his head briefly and Zvimmer returned to sit near the fire looking outwardly on watch for untoward movement down likely avenues of approach.

  Kurt took a few sharp metal fragments from a cheap statue destroyed in a blast and fashioned several skewers for the meat setting them with the meat above the dry wood he set burning with a micro-torch.

Loren walked over and sat down on a crushed electro-float transporter followed by Kurt. 

She said; let’s talk about what happened here Simagin. I am a forensic accountant for the office, or was initially before specialized training in a related field, and think it would be useful to compare ideas with you concerning the exfiltrated or destroyed intellectual capital that has more value than we can put a price on.”

“Yeah, well Zvim and I found a skein of skirmish casualties of your bankops down the Livid River. I would guess bankops investigating unusual scouting presence signs were on-scene and terminated by the opposition element that moved swiftly to fully engage the limited and ineffective bankops security people stationed here. Bankops downriver encountered the lead element of a superior force and were directly rolled up by the opposition who took the intellectual capital from the Markmuster Inn and exfiltrated to points unknown. How is that Loren?”

“Good enough Kurt; and logical. The Dwindling worlds have experienced loss of intellectual props that emerge in a variety of forms elsewhere and elsewhen about the infinite Meta-verse. Reasonably enough we would like to slow down or stop the thefts and sabotages. 

 Zvimmer moved in to look at the steaks that were becoming well done dripping juicy sizzling fat into the fire. Kurt moved a skewer off to let a steak cool for Zimmer. He asked Loren; “How do you like yours Loren?”

“Medium rare would be fine Kurt.”

“So it is Loren” he said handing her a skewer with a large chunk of very tender dumb beast meat slaughtered with compassionate butchering.

Loren said;”There are two basic forms of government for human worlds these days Kurt. Those that seek to concentrate wealth in a tiny minority and make slave laborers and happy work minions of everyone else, and those that prefer free enterprise and democracy with limits to capital acquisition as it threatens the integrity of elections and enterprise. The Dwindling worlds as you may be aware prefer free enterprise with capital concentration defense caps as a better way to develop human potential. Corporatism and even communism share imperial political goals in the sense that power is concentrated and the majority are repressed and conditioned by the minority holding the reins of wealth and power. We suspect that the theft of the intellectual from the Sendufax vault was directed by our opposition forces and affiliates. The number of minions working to make slaves of themselves and to become subjects of imperial forces is fundamentally without limit. Evidently a modicum of intelligence and creative thought is requisite for comprehending the nature of imperial-corporatist-communist political power concentration.”

 Kurt had taken his own skewer of dumb beast steak and took a large bite. “This steak is pretty tasty” he said.

“Yes, it is very agreeable” Loren replied taking another bite.

 “In my opinion”, said Kurt continuing on Loren’s idea, “elites concentrating wealth and power would seek to objectively transform human subjects into quantitative mass for simpler processing and utilization. Mass social identity cloned into archetypes with psychological conditioning, individual identity and differentiation of thought restricted and eliminated whenever possible- reducing human society to quantities of material existence, input, output and throughput vectors most useful for the further concentration of wealth and power to the elites with the reciprocal of human herd contentedness in becoming total subject minions of the elites.”

 “That is a grim way to put it Kurt, though accurate enough. A corollary would be the theft of intellectual properties from independent worlds and individuals within a broader spectrum war on objectively independent, non-conformist to power singularities free enterprise, egalitarian democratic-republic planets.”

  Zvim watched the pair of humans for signs of beast poisoning entrapment, and satisfied that the meat was clean of poison traps went to the skewer and took his piece of beast steak in his teeth.

Kurt said; “When you finish off the meat why don’t you look around the settlement for anything that would help us discover who and where the perps are and went Yo?”

 Yo with his steak trotted off into the red darkness of Golden Plum.

“Seeing the night through rose-colored glasses can become tiresome, I will ask the office to expedite restoration of Sendufax”, and she spoke to a link to her ship in stationary position above the atmosphere.

“I’ve encountered corporate religions at the edge of a few of the empires I have encountered over the years. They tend to become syncretistic and jettison inconvenient elements from historical holy books like the Christian-Jewish Bible. In some societies Sunday worship comprises viewing commercial entertainment sporting events.”

‘Those are troubling histories Kurt, yet consider that atheism and avarice are normalized elite characteristics even if it is avarice for power and control of all others. They may emulate the sadist’s pleasure of controlling the interior of others- the thoughts and minds of sentient beings – in order to support their self-conception as ontological gods.

 I don’t know if you have given it much thought; there are n number of possible economic configurations for a world, a galaxy and economics locally, yet humans tend to select those that are less than optimal in regard to egalitarian allocations of opportunity for individual maximization of potential, and that are deleterious of the ecosphere within their self-sustaining geo-temporal region. Humans are their own monkey wrench to the ecosphere as they develop comfort and power, intelligence and technology. Eventually elites wrench social development and concentrate power to themselves with an occasional false conscious belief that they are benefactors of humanity or of societies by enslaving them. The work of the dwindling worlds is to offset that historical bias with reinforcement of individualism, free enterprise and freedom of religious thought in addition to philosophical and theological license.

  We know the Universe has an infinite number of independent sub-universes arising through eternal inflation. Nothing is eternal though that occurs temporally- even if it goes on forever, for time is a relationship between events, an order or ordinal relationship especially concerning thermodynamically subject substance inclusive of space as energy rather than space as true nothingness.

 Therefore wrong ideas of elites repressing human free enterprise and thought, may have religious destiny consequences…it is possible that the entire Universe with infinite branches is cardinally inferior to the spirit of God. Humans can only know an abstract structure of a theoretical Metaverse much less true knowledge of its boundary conditions that could be spiritual.

  What is the shape and form of spirit, or even of Universe infinitely packed in the infinite dimensions of Hilbert space that could occur within a microdot? Quality economics require intelligent economic design from free thinking, free enterprising, spiritual beings Kurt.

  So we of the Dwindling worlds have constructed neural networks of planets amidst the galactic wildernesses to create syntegrity for our artificial and human intelligence enterprise of grand scale that may be able to investigate more deeply regions of the Metaverse that are hard to reach. It is devastating for us to have the material avarice of elite subjugators and galaxy conquerors steal our intellectual capital for-themselves.”

“Sure, I agree with you Loren. You know my coyote has been gone a little bit too long and his location transponder has gone dark. Do you mind if I go off for a while to find Him?

“No, of course not Kurt. Go find your coyote. I will look into the vault for residuals.”

  Kurt wandered off into Golden Plumb’s darkness probing its farther reaches for a sign of Zvim. He found an unusual three dimensional hologram standing wave image of a female coyote at the ruins of a police station, at its base was one of Zvim’s power boots. Kurt walked over to it, not wary enough, reached for it and was immediately drawn through into an elsewhen trap.

 As he spun through confusion space his reading in basic astrophysical structures popped into mind. Elsewhen traps connect alternative universe threads into one of infinite numbers of infinite dimensions with infinite numbers of universes themselves. It’s is highly recommended that even explorers should eschew elsewhen  transportation yet elsewhen traps were commonly used by aliens in adjacent fractal universe permutations to snag unwary sentients downward toward their own regions of being. Usually the dimensional matrices of universes trapping human were close to our own, so it was reasonable to leave a breadcrumb trail of altered string scale format along the course of travel to the new universe system branch through modification of inflation space characteristics that would hold shape for a while yet leave permanent formation traces upon pre-big banging incipient universes associated with local inflation space as locked in values of constants.

  Kurt set loose an inflaton space agitating string vibrator from his camo-battery defense vest to superposition heatless, massless, non-dimensional proto-string points trailing in his wake. Where he would end up only the aliens knew for sure.  Kurt set loose an inflaton space agitating string vibrator from his camo-battery defense vest to superposition heatless, massless, non-dimensional proto-string points trailing in his wake. Where he would end up only the aliens knew for sure. As he spun through the darkness he thought of the Lord and the Word’s capacity to shape all physical constants of every existing Universe as if they were ideas as spiritual moments of meaning appearing like predestined conformal streams in-themselves.

Loren finished her dumb beast steak, stood up and looked about for Kurt who wasn’t in sight through three hundred and sixty degrees. The ruins of Golden Plumb were smoldering and as unsettled as the dust storm continuing to stir Sendufax. She decided to venture to the Markmuster Inn to inspect the vault for herself.

  Sophia grabbed the rope still attached to the front desk and moderated her descent four floor down with a magnetic rope climbing clip. She interfaced with thought sensors to control the pace down the magnetic cord to the vault floor.

  The walls were made of strong data security bricks mostly impervious to burning, flooding and electro-magnetic pulse insults. Though scorched by some great heat the data bricks would contain an exceedingly large volume of recoverable data bits. So Loren took an adherence control flexible tablet from her field kit bag, fixed it to the wall and moved her fingers deftly over the tablet’s i/o field programming it silently to interrogate and exfiltrated all reversible data and relay it upward to her ship above the atmosphere- the Space Vessel (SV) Shibboleth.

Within a few seconds a highlight audio stream of the salient facts of recent Sendufaxan history played for her in-brain sound synthesizer from a stream sent from the Shibboleth’s mainframe.

Loren learned of the nature of the attack and attackers while she reattached her climbing clip to the mag rope and lifted upward to the lobby desk where she detached from the magnocord and walked towards and through the front entrance.

Kurt still hadn’t returned so she continued her inspection of Golden Plumb. The sensors that had observed events on the planet until those of Golden Plumb were destroyed were of no use in locating Kurt or his coyote. She continued carefully walking about until reaching the devastated police station. The first thing that she saw was coyote’s boot in front of the large image of a female coyote. She recognized a honey trap and looking a little closer discerned that an almost invisible someplace-elsewhen trap was the host of the image of the coyote.

So much for Kurt and Zvimmer she thought. I wish them luck wherever they are. She returned to her peanut orbiter and lifted off to mate with the Shibboleth and begin fine-tuning the mission parameters in pursuit of the destroyers of Golden Plumb and theft of seven hundred and twenty-one trilobytes of intellectual capital.

The SV Shibboleth was a hive of forensic accounting activity with hundreds of astro-accountants searching the stars and galaxies for a hint of intelligent dark energy design fraud. Dark energy was a favorite tool of the freebooters working for The Criminal Empire to insert an expanding barrier of space between honest Dwindling star systems and their construction at the edge of the observable region of the Metaverse. With resource systems beyond any immediate sort of space tunneling control systems from the honest Dwindling star systems that were just inhabited sparsely with Dwindling planet’s employees pirates found them ripe for easy plundering when they filled the sky overhead.

Loren exited her peanut shell and received visual input of the final salient events on Sendufax near and in Golden Plum. With live input active memory she saw inner visions downloaded via implant from the Shibboleth’s mainframe that included the hull of the ship with shaped-hull neural processing architecture.

  A zero optical signature camouflage carrier black body ship opened its door near the Lived River of many slaughters south of the point of nihilism. It released a legion of invisible flying attack drones colorized by the Shibboleth’s A.I. for Loren to see. More emerged from beneath the soil of Sendufax to slaughter the A.I. in a multi-spectrum barrage of insults to existence. More raced quite fast up the Lived to attack Golden Plum began a systematic, quick termination of sentient life.

  The Markmuster Inn though a security level four facility was a paper tiger to the overwhelming combined force of hundreds of drones reinforced by the drones that had eliminated bank operatives downstream. The black body carrier hopped from downstream with Golden Plum subdued and landed in the plaza in front of the Markmuster stationary a foot above the ground and opened its door once more to disgorge one grim figure;  Commandante Heneral Cheryl Scaldeen the Shibboleth’s  A.I. political intelligence related. Apparently she had appeared at other robbery massacres in recent encounters of the bloodiest sort. Loren thought it good to know the face of the enemy instead of needing to chase an invisible empire.

The Criminal Imperial Empire had overt and covert branches of activists as well as special espionage operatives scattered around numerous galaxies in which were located the primary resources of the Dwindling worlds; formerly known as Worlds with stable prospects. Yet where to look for a clue to the location of the invisible empire or even the support base for Commandante Heneral Scaldeen?

Loren passed into a transport tube that whisked her with sub-vocal thought direction to the command deck. She walked to the central control panel and reviewed the findings of her forensic team’s deep sky search that examined a thousand light years around the Milky Way galaxy with quantum computing controlled technical surveys. Fractional technical disconformities to logically extrapolated space expansion rates and unusual perturbations concerning the quantities of galactic mass that should be relatively stable were primary indicators of the presence of Criminal Imperial Empire forces looting natural resources. After reviewing the data she asked the ship’s A.I.; “Did you notice a new trace of C.I.E. in the scan?”

 The A.I. replied; “Just a very minor one; about ten to the minus twelfth power of extra spatial upwelling.”

 Loren said; “Yes, I wanted the confirmation. That extrusion of new space is at the edge of the Otto Von Trump galaxy 197 light years from the end of the Sagittarius arm of the Milky Way. Alert the crew of the finding and take us to Otto Von Trump and a habitable cluster of stars with planets on our way toward, yet not beyond, the galaxy habitation zone.”  

Loren considered what she knew about the Otto Von Trump galaxy; it was named for the inventor Otto Von Trump of the original Earth-Mars solar system. Trump invented a way of streamlining and accelerating the application, vetting and granting of patents with a broad tree diagram of free induction slots to place a patent idea and let it flow slowly through the system toward potential emergence as the one, true idea. Human societies needed to encourage and support intellectual inventions from everyone rather than to repress them except for those the rich could afford or those co-opted the poor inventors. Von Trump’s humble liberating ideas stimulated a cascade of new ideas brought swiftly to market including numerous that were salient components of the drive to comprehend the mechanics of Meta-universal configurations.  

 Loren also thought that Von Trump’s ideas concerning liberating the marketplace of ideas were not able to inform the human race well enough about the inability of capitalism to replace good human sense. Capitalism wasn’t capable of human wisdom or human political responsibility such as might exist. Human societies far too commonly replied on Adam Smith’s capitalist theory to replace environmental responsibility with the belief that the invisible hand of capitalism would provide the best of all possible worlds. In actual fact capitalism was an expression of human values of supply and demand, and thus for-itself lacked any sort of wisdom or environmental cognizance. Amazingly humans commonly regard the invisible hand as a quasi-anthropomorphic demi-urge designing the best society for humanity. 

The ensuing human abandonment of environmental and political reason brought them to self-destruct with no environmental captain running the ship. The environmental self destruction of the first global civilization of Earth left survivors on Mars; mostly the rich and their servants. While Chin Chi Wang led the Martian survivors through a protracted period of civil wars toward unification, the second great Earth planetary civilization arose from the ash heap of history like a spring seedling in a scorched Earth forest. A greater trans-planetary system civilization grew with a library of intellectual capital to build upon sending explorers and settlers beyond local Universes to the Metaverse.

The Shibboleth’s  A.I. programmed a special relativity coordinate tensor to the Von Trumpian star system and planet of Drizzle three, engaged the Higgs field decoupler and three-dimensional data transfer to send the SV Shibboleth faster than light speed across two dimensions as data into the stratosphere of Drizzle 3.

              Chapter 2  

              The creative destruction of capitalism was helpful to Chin Chi Wang’s propaganda campaign to unify the post warring states period of civil conflict on Mars. With Earth destroyed by environmental decline and an inability to support human life besides computer logic viruses and biological pathogens reducing social and physical infrastructures to compote slag Chin Wang found it easy to persuade the post conflict survivors of conflict that an environmental dictatorship over martian sustainable economic policy was necessary to avoid eradication of the final surviving large scale planetary population of humans. 

 Though the end of the first global Earth civilization was accelerated by Chinese and Western developers in hot pursuit of remaining global capital assets, Wang could point to his ancestral sustainable ecological economic colony that had worked to terra-form Venus for a century before the final battle  on Earth as a qualification for leadership besides his grasp on all of the military power of Mars. Wang enslaved the surviving Martians as wage slaves under his power as dictator-for-life of the People’s Republic of Mars.  From each according to his ability and to each according to his need was a rational leveling policy that ended inconvenient free speech and petty capital concentrations outside of the First and Only True Bank of Mars. 

Even though life on the red planet was very harsh for a century, the planetary ecosphere increased in area above and under the ground. In following centuries Mars liberalized it politics and permitted free speech and individuals to build up their own capital, inclusive of intellectual capital, with the Von Trump egalitarian patent system re-established to allow anyone with a good idea to enter it into the public patent process at no cost to themselves. Mars prosperpered and Earth civilization was reclaimed along with environmental health. Yet there was dissent; dissenters and traditionallists in favor of a more conservative dictatorship over leadership of the People’s Republic of Mars created the N.T.S.A.- the natural torture and subversion authority, to watch over the masses of Mars and the Earth, for signs of discontent, nihilism and disturbances to the peace of Mars. It was into this People’s Republic that Victor Scriabin was born as a twenty-second generation Martian.

A black hole is a four-dimensional phenomenon in four dimensional space-time. Three dimensions of a black hole are of mass, and one is of mass arriving in time.

  Mass appears in existence when energy in a more natural, massless state of two dimensions becomes slowed in the Higgs field acquiring an apparent third dimension along its direction of motion. The three dimensions of a particle-wave of mass cannot return from the solid state physical condition it is locked in to the massless condition of two dimensions easily. That is why black holes continue to exist and to become massive in size; the mass that is drawn in by gravity cannot breakdown into energy and without mass slip away from the tenacious, crushing grasp of the black hole. Because there is a minimum reduction size of mass even under the most extreme gravitational force, as more mass is compacted beyond the event horizon, the size of the event horizon must increase. Victor Scriabin considered these ideas and the methods invented for extracting the content mass and information of a black hole technologically as he sat on a concrete floor in a sub-basement of the Serenity Corporation in the Martian capital city of Wang.

 The Serenity corporation was a recent arrival on the red planet and was widely regarded as a benefactor of the People’s republic creating new jobs and providing more civil rights lobbying to benefit numerous special D.N.A. protected special citizen’s interests. Serenity’s C.E.O. Maud Dlib, made convincing public arguments explaining why equal protection of the law meant equil D.N.A. and behavior special rights, special reservations and separation from the presence of non-ancestral D.N.A. rivals. With the help of the N.T.S.A. the Serneity corporation and the Dictator of the Republic of Mars Monique Wang-Clatterspree found the political process to break up general martian civil affairs into numerous D.N.A. segregated special interest districts simple. With the removal of obstruction and repression from rival D.N.A. biomass, each special D.N.A. interest citizenry believed it would flourish. 

Some did find vast new opportunities for dope and debauchery. Generally though the flow of new patents into the Library of Inventions began to dry up. Victor Scriabin in his cellular isolation wondered if the reduction of a stream of patentable new ideas to a trickle was a result of the lack of challenge in the D.N.A. enclaves or if Serenity was diverting the stream unto itself like a super-massive black hole fattening up with an insatiable appetite for power.

 Victor was thinking about new ways to detach three-dimensional mass Higgs field entanglements and to recover the information lost to Shannon entropy with one-dimension points of virtual energy leakage to no-space when his thought was disrupted when Corporal Hedda Dabbler stepped through the cell door and unleashed a whipping upper cut onto the manacled man’s jaw. The ham-fisted guard walk to Viktor’s expandable/collapsible privy bucket, picked it up and dumped the content onto his head spilling the content of three days of urine and excrement over him. She said as he lay on the floor; “Get up vermin, you are being released by order of Maud Dlib.”

He replied; “Weren’t you Harvey Dabbler the heavyweight fighter in another life?”

She answered him with a kick in the gut.

Viktor felt the pain in his gut sharply yet the brightening prospecting of exiting the three days of brutal interrogation in a dungeon of the Serenity corporation transcended the puking of the moment. He got up on his feet at the manacles and shackles fell away with a silent thought-command from Corporal Dabbler. She nodded to two masked inferior guards who took him by the arms and frog-marched him from the cell, down a hallway and through a right turn to an elevator. Serenity had wanted his knowledge of the security of intellectual capital at the Patent Library since he was a consultant for the People’s Republic Library of patent’s security affairs, and he had divulged a considerable amount yet nothing of his own plans to copy and exfiltrated everything existing or in the process of being patented to the edge of the galaxy because of his increased distrust of the Martian government and the appearance of the Serenity Corporation.

Exiting the elevator at street level he was taken to a side door on an alley and thrown sprawling to yellow brick pavement. As he got up he thought about the way Toynbean historical cycles had been synthetically upgraded to explain how a single nation could become self-destructive through a number of social group balances evolving predictably even without the presence of an alien force. Splintering if internal proletariats into numerous groups dissenting from the founder’s unifying beliefs led to a nation or Republic being defeated in detail as nearly occurred to union forces during the American civil war at the first Wilderness campaign battle. Internal and formerly external proletariats or aboriginal land dwellers were removed with compassionate conservatism from the trampling of a majority colonizing society and taken to areas reserved for them. Relations between tribes and nations cycled upward with laws developed by a dominant tribe becoming laws put upon all tribes within a nation. Initially nations are commonly of one racial group, yet that may change over time as other tribes are brought in stimulating formation of a nation with laws for all citizens of a nation.

  Viktor was aware that special laws that benefited special groups were generally against democracy and worked better within an imperial social structure especially if one has an aristocracy. Democratic parties may actively work to destroy democracy because of the imperfect way that equal protection of laws are enforced. Special rights, race rights, and group identity may not only splinter society they may reinforce a desire to legally separate special groups from others. Diving and conquering; defeating in detail, seemed to be working for Maud Dlib and the Serenity group increasingly well. Viktor thought he might have little time to accomplish the exfiltration of the patents to a safe undisclosed location before the crackdown of martial law began. He was mistaken about the timing and scale of events though. Or one thing, rather than a severe state repression of the citizenry in separate D.N.A. resident selected gated communities, Serenity and Maud Dlib were planning to eradicate all unprofitable human life and buildings with tedious architectural design. For another; an vivacious attack to terminate his life was about to commence from the Martian Republican Guard. 

 Martian city streets of the time were covered over with computational glass at the second story with anything taller; i.e. skyscrapers, extruding through to the sky. The covers kept a breathable atmosphere beneath and it was through such a computer safety glass cover that screened out harmful ultraviolet light that an explosion followed by a hail of bullets directed to a Republican guard assassin squad that was already stacked up and tap dancing at the end of the alley ready to light up Viktor’s life unto death with a hail of exploding smart bullets. Viktor his the yellow brick alley and looked up to learn how things were sorting out. Seamus Adironak; a friend of Viktor’s descending a dropped mag-rope to the mess of  deceased and properly splattered republican Guards. 

 “Let’s go Viktor”; he shouted; “Time’s wasting”. Viktor ran up the alley and got into the open door of the republican Guard’s attack vehicle that Seamus was planning to use to exfiltrate the area of operations.

 “Good to see you Seamus. You were waiting for me.”

 “Right Viktor; I’ve been monitoring Serenity Corp since you disappeared waiting for a sign.” He handed Viktor a pair of brain echo chambers to snap into a combat helmet battery pack. Viktor plug in the brain echo unit and instantly felt  a suffusion of expanded mind, intellect and sensation . It took a little time to adjust to the brain pack’s mirroring of his neural architecture that was comparable to his body suddenly doubled in size and strength. Yet he knew that Seamus had completed copying the patentable ideas of the Martian Republic’s Library of Patents and was able to infer the rest of the story.

Serenity and Maud Dlib had formed to close of a corporate-government relationship. Removing the intellectual capital to make it available just for the exclusive use of Serenity with Maud Dlib brought on board would increase its value. Martian society itself became a liability and was destined to a near-term annihilation. Killing the planet would make it simpler to form propaganda explanations for others that appeared credible. Seamus and himself would need to look toward exfiltrating off-whirled. He would send the patent copies ahead to a repository on the way to the Otto Von Trump galaxy.

“Seamus; since the founding of the Martian Republic deceit has been the highest of the Martian arts and the least known outside of government and corporate ruling classes. Deceit was an element of military necessity in The Art of War. Before wars or decisive conflicts- even uncontested conflicts arise, deceit is the sine qua non of political control of the masses. The end of Mars may at hand, Marsmageddon unlike even the civil wars of yore. Serenity and Maud Dlib have so well concealed the deceit that it is too late to prevent the catastrophe.”





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