Chapter One; A Thought of Infinite Being

Part One

Chapter 1

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

Kurt Simagin encountered the raven’s sound on many Y’Earth-like planets. He knew the smartest of birds as a friendly enough being. It was good to know the sound on a Composition Nine traveler’s world was ubiquitous in thorny scrub desert brambles and temperate forests.

Partially decomposed bodies littered the landscape complicating contemporary history. Simagin’s immediate task was to sort out the evidence of the place assigned by Phi Psi 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 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 a 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 inter-dimensionally within these universes and slaughters of innocents and not-so-innocents and downright wicked beings occurred. Then, Kurt Simagin or some other Tier One operator in a universe was assigned to sort out and interdict, if possible, for preventative and merciful reasons, those perpetrators and causes that had brought the shift into being.

Corpses were strewn in a rough perimeter and obviously had been posthumously munched on by Claxsop spiders living amid the dense foliage along the winding desert river. The Livid River had scoured out a valley with the interminable 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 biologicals or mechanisms. He wondered what haters could have terminated the journey banker-warrior squad, so he found a good-sized boulder to set down upon and built a lush global warming campfire to heat a cup of highland coffee to a scalding degree, taking the edge off the experience.

He knew that some investigators had developed psychological trauma that reverberated around their minds from seeing such travesties and 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 had do’oothed him right on the spot. He reminded himself not to be distracted thinking about the past over-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 then pawed a bone on the ground; examining it carefully before 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 a 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 then crossing a 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.

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 arm 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 a 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 as mass in 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 if 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 too 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 built 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 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 need 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 speaker to check the status of Sendufax’s chess-engine first-responder to live threats anywhere on the planet system. It would know if macro-sized opposition forces were active and determine the best countermeasures that the auto-controller scaled up to battlefield size. Nothing much active was evident, except for occluded attack front on a grassy knoll in Golden Plum, 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 easier. He knew he had a long day ahead of him and thought conserving energy a good idea.

Kurt looked at Zvimmer and said; “Yo, I’ve 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 identify the agency that perpetrated the slaughter of the Bankops littered about. I shouldn’t need to remind you not to chow down any remains of the poor sods. Consider instead, 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’s 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 bringing it to consume itself and gradually be digested in some instances by sentient beings evolved within the 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 could be modeled with 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 two-hundred and fifty years ago, and may accelerate until it no longer can be said to exist; amusingly, after the Cookie-verse has consumed itself with thermodynamics. There 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 branches 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 though 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 kernel is a tree of life, so marvelous, and may occupy no more actual space than a singularity. It could possibly be an idea in the thought of the Great Cookie baker with hyper-dimensional variable fractals requiring no space to exist in whatsoever.

Isn’t it about time we move upriver toward the settlement on the Haitian mesa? Come on 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 that Cookie baker researchers used to inform us of the nature of the Great Cookie containing all Cookie-verses and space dough. That is, extrapolating from the observable Cookie; researchers decided that all Cookies potentially have different constant values for basic physical laws”

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 to protect themselves from lower extremity attacks while getting a ten-fold increase over human and coyote 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 their planetfall from a speed close to that of light in a phased 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 activated the power legs for Zvimmer and himself to advanced trot.

The sky turned blood red and an ominous wind arose throwing aloft a haze of Sendufaxan vision-occluding dust. Sendufax was locked in a stationary geocentric orbit mid-way between twin red dwarf stars forever errant in dueling one another without a hit. 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 steepening as they progressively decreased the distance between themselves and the Traveler’s world settlement of Golden Plum.

Along the path the river flowed beyond the Point of Nihilism; named for a conflict early in Sendufax’s history. An Obelisk commemorated the bloody skirmish standing as a sentinel over the desolation. A few more Bankop bodies were strewn about the landscape like macabre decorations. Zvimmer pawed one such and used both front paws to excavate around to it. His work accidentally revealed a yellow energy compression brick. 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 fresher than the last batch a mile south-west. Kurt kicked away dirt enfilading more brick units of what was apparently a yellow-gold brick road beneath the path along the Livid River. An interesting finding he thought, kicking the brick into long-term memory. He said to his comm.;

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

Desert lands were less expensive to develop than forest lands and mountains on traveler’s worlds, so deserts tended to be the most common environment built by contractors. In addition to requiring more mass, mountains were costlier because of the lop-sided gravity balancing compensators required to stabilize a planet with unequally allocated mass on a planet’s surface. Zvim and Kurt liked mountains though, so they experienced increased alienness passing through the red haze of the desert as they moved quickly toward the broad, high mesa becoming visible in the distance over the edge of the slope.

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. Something like a short, sharp, conflict involving property of some kind.

Property is usually the source of conflicts. Alternatively, in some cases the bone of contention is attempted enslavement of others or at least their minds through myriad applications of technology. Kurt had a direct-fire weapon ready and hoped not to need to use it before lunch. He queried his auxiliary memory chip in the battery defense vest about the Haitian settlement.

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

Atop the Mesa Kurt saw several explosions amid laser lights in the darkening red gloom. He and Zvim increased their pace trying to reach Golden Plum before the conflict flumed its last gas.

Simagin and Zvimmer’s increasing speed 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 edge on the mesa to survey the battle and discern belligerents before entering the fray.

Golden Plum was experiencing battery; heavily assaulted with multi-phase techno weapons from a thus far invisible attacker. Kurt saw bank operative cadre like those on the path below falling to the soil, viciously sliced and diced by killing insults to life.

Kurt and Zvimmer experienced a distracting, painful audio buzz of weaponized infrasound that was evidently settlement-wide as an element of the full spectrum battle. Plainly obvious was the absence of nuclear or atomic explosives in the battle toolkit.

When Kurt and Zvimmer rose from the edge to get a closer look at the battle, a blinding explosion tore through the roof of the Markmuster Inn as bright as a nuke broadbeam light. It surged above the world dominating the sky before trailing off into nothingness while the last Bankop and security personnel were smoldering lumps on the ground. A pressure wave ripped over the town.

It seemed the conflict was over; no one seemed to be alive. Walking carefully into Golden Plumb Kurt saw it was obviously squashed down to the stage of requiring complete replacement by the Dwindling Worlds tourist bureau. They surveyed the scene of macabre death with bodies flung about like wet, hot, cooked spaghetti strands on the exterior of the Markmuster. Kurt whistled to Zvimmer signaling for the coyote to stay on guard before he entered the Inn.

The hotel lobby was a shambles; before the front desk was a gaping thirty-foot smoking hole going deep below to an empty level four security vault. Deciding to get a closer look at the 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 communications building. Plainly contact had been cut early in the attack.

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. His boss at Phi Psi Security issued a very quick order to investigate. Kurt found spare parts for the busted components, made repairs and restored communications to let H.Q. know of the state of Golden Plum at Sendufax.

Kurt and Zvimmer exiting the Inn walked over to a debris free plaza centralized amidst the wreckage of the town. Kurt said to Zvimmer; “Yo, I hate to say it, yet we haven’t anything to eat since breakfast, I believe 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 food shops and I will build a small global warming campfire to flame them.”

Zvim loped off eagerly on his quest to find dinner. Kurt gathered firewood from shattered building facades and window frames and carried it to a fire-pit he made with a small, electronic programmable frag grenade embedded with timers to make it a virtual shaped charge. Suddenly a dark cloud blocked the red sky’s sunlight deepening shadows and the dust storm intensified.

A peanut star atmospheric entry ship descended unto the edge of the plaza, blowing its hatch. From it a tall woman strode dressed in a transparent business suit and a specop combat operations helmet. The suit absorbed and recycled all bodily waste before adding some of its content, with structured support atoms, into the wearer as needed. The suit was a fresh issue, fully charged, when it was perfectly clear. Gradually it added color toward the end of its life. Business field suits absorbed energy and other useful molecular structures from the environment, including oxygen. Laura looked directly at Kurt who was 60 meters away and walked toward him.

“I see from your D.N.A. pattern that you are Kurt Simagin. I’m Laura Thought from the Dwindling Worlds accounting office. I am here to learn of the state of the storage vault. Our Office hired your firm. I was farther away aboard a Tachycore space vessel investigating a meta-issue and retasked here to survey the Sendufax vault. It is, or was, a classified high level 4 secure temporal vault purposed to cache advanced intellectual capital patents enroute to more secure facilities. By the way you have an excellent aquiline nose.”

“Thanks Laura; people tell me that from time to time. I can tell you that your secure vault is quite empty. Some kind of particle beam emerged from it and disappeared to 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, Zvimmer arrived with a sealed pack of several dumb-meat steaks salvaged from a local spiffy-mart. They were certified by the Veggimanitarian council to have been grown pain-free.

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 opfor movement down likely avenues of approach.

Kurt took a few sharp metal fragments from a statue destroyed in the blast and fashioned several skewers for meat, sticking them into the steaks that he set over the dry wood he coaxed into burning with a micro-torch.

Laura 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 moving into specialized training for 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 I can put a price on.”

“Yeah sure 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 comparatively 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 Laura?”

“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 Metaverse. Reasonably enough we would like to slow down or stop thefts and sabotage.”

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

“Medium rare would be fine Kurt.”

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

Laura 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 plutocracy 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 than imperialists swollen over peon-subjects.

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 intellectual properties 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” Laura replied taking another bite.

“In my opinion”, said Kurt continuing on Laura’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?”

Zvim, 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 Laura spoke to a link to her ship in stationary position above the atmosphere.

Kurt said; “I’ve encountered corporate religions at the edge of a few of the empires I’ve investigated over the years. They tended to become syncretistic and jettisoned inconvenient elements from historically holy books like the Christian-Jewish Bible. Sunday worship services in some societies were comprised by viewing commercial entertaining sporting events.”

“Those are troubling histories Kurt, yet consider that atheism and avarice are normal elite characteristics even if it is avarice and lust for power and control of everyone. 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 an infinite number of possible economic configurations for a world, a galaxy or economy locally, yet humans tend to select those that are less than optimal.

They myopically hate egalitarian allocations of opportunity and fail to comprehend team effort. Instead they chase individual maximization of potential profit in too narrow of a self-interest paradigm, letting the planks of the economic ship burn; if it doesn’t immediately threaten their own portion of it. And that is deleterious to ecospheric integrity.

Lacking economic egalitarianism the imperial elites default to an existential policy of eliminativism. Each regards himself as a golden island sufficient unto himself with social and physical reality considered to be poor externalities of no concern.

Humans are their own monkey wrenches to the ecosphere. As they develop comfort and power, intelligence and technology the ecosphere and social environment decay. Eventually elites wrench social development and concentrate power nearly entirely to themselves with an occasional false consciousness 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; time occurs within material change, temporally. Even if creation goes on forever, time is a relationship between events, an order or ordinal relationship especially concerning subject substance inclusive of space as energy, rather than space as true nothingness. Thermodynamics envelops the cosmos. Material constructs require particular predecessors. Time comes to an end yet may have a forever recurring beginning, if that is what the Spirit of God wills.

Therefore wrong ideas of elites repressing human free enterprise and thought may have consequences for religious ideas concerning spiritual awareness and truth. 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; they haven’t true knowledge of its boundary conditions that could be spiritual as they exist materially in the contingent form. The Lord Jesus Christ did say that mankind must be born again of the spirit.

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

So we of the Dwindling Worlds have constructed neural networks of planets amid galactic wildernesses to create syntegrity with our artificial and human intelligence enterprises 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 elites sloffed with delusional ideas, picturing themselves as evolutionary vanguards; they act like networked universe conquerors with a license to steal our intellectual capital and redistribute it to-themselves.”

“Sure, I agree Laura. 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 residual evidence.”

Kurt wandered off into Golden Plumb’s darkness, probing its farther reaches for a sign of Zvim. At the edge of the town he found an unusual three-dimensional hologram presenting a standing wave image of a female coyote. In the ruins of a police station, at the base of the holograph was one of Zvim’s power boots. Kurt walked over to it. Not wary enough, Kurt reached for the boot and was snared; falling headlong through an Else-when trap.

He whirld through confusion space while his reading in basic astrophysical structures popped into mind amid a melted-down abstract art of images. Else-when traps connect alternative universe threads into one of infinite numbers of infinite dimensions with infinite numbers of universes themselves. It’s highly recommended that even desperate explorers should eschew Else-when transportation; Else-when traps are commonly used by aliens from alternative fractal universe permutations to snag unwary sentients taking them downward to alien regions of habitation.

Often dimensional matrices of universes trapping humans were close to our own. Kurt therefore believed it reasonable to leave a breadcrumb trail of altered string scale of ideas along the course of travel to the new universe system. Branching through modifications of inflation space ideas, characteristics that would hold shape for a while yet leave permanent formation traces upon pre-big banging incipient universes associated with local inflation spaces locked in constant values relative to what Kurt thought passing through.

Kurt set loose virtual inflation space agitating string vibrations 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. While 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 in-themselves appearing like predestined conformal streams for-themselves.

Laura finished her dumb beast steak wishing she’d had tobasco sauce for it, stood up and looked about for Kurt. He wasn’t in sight through three hundred and sixty degrees. The ruins of Golden Plumb were smoldering and grim as the dust storm continued stirring Sendufax. She decided to venture to the Markmuster Inn to inspect the secure storage vault for herself.

Inside the lobby Laura grabbed the rope still attached to the front desk and moderated her descent four floors down with a magnetic rope climbing clip. She interfaced with thought sensors in the clip to control the pace down the charge 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 should contain a very large quantity of recoverable data bits. Laura took a flexible adherence control tablet from her field kit, fixed it to the wall and moved her fingers deftly over the tablet’s i/o field, then programmed it to silently interrogate and exfiltrate all useful data and relay it upward to her ship in orbit overhead- the (Space Vessel) S.V. Shibboleth.

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

Laura learned of the nature of the attack and attackers as she reattached her climbing clip to the mag rope and lifted upward to the lobby desk where she detached from the magnocord and walked towardthe 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 Golden Plumb were destroyed were of no use in locating Kurt or his coyote; elements of the sensor network in town were destroyed too. Through the wind-driven dust she saw the coyote’s boot in front of the large holograph of a female coyote. She recognized the honey trap and looked closer, discerning an almost invisible Else-when trap hosted the image of the saucy coyote vixen.

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 began 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 where hundreds of astro-accountants searched the galaxies and stars and for a hint of intelligent, dark energy designer fraud. Dark energy was a favorite tool of freebooters working for the Criminal Empire for inserting an expanding barrier of space between honest Dwindling star systems and their constructions at the edge of the observable region of the Metaverse.

Sparsely inhabited with Dwindling planet’s employees, pirates found distant resource systems beyond immediate space tunneling control from honest Dwindling star systems ripe for easy plundering when they filled the sky overhead.

Laura exited her peanut shell and received visual input of the final salient events on Sendufax around Golden Plum. With live active memory input she saw inner visions downloaded through an implant from the Shibboleth’s mainframe. The mainframe included the hull of the ship with shaped-hull neural processing architecture and mass reconfiguration.

A camouflage zero optical signature black body carrier ship opened its door near the Lived River of many slaughters, just south of the Point of Nihilism. It released a legion of invisible flying attack drones that were colorized by the Shibboleth’s A.I. for Laura to see. More attack drones emerged from beneath the soil of Sendufax to slaughter Bankop targets and others in a multi-spectrum barrage of insults to existence. Others raced quickly up the Lived River to attack Golden Plum beginning a systematic, merciless extermination of sentient life.

Though a security level four facility, the Markmuster Inn was a paper tiger to the overwhelming combined force of hundreds of drones reinforced by more drones that eliminated bank operatives down the Livid River. 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, it opened its door once more to disgorge a grim figure; Commandante Heneral Cheryl Scaldeen.

The Shibboleth’s A.I. political intelligence data base provided information about the Heneral. Apparently she had appeared at other robbery/massacres in close encounters of the bloodiest kind. Laura thought it good to know the face of the enemy instead of needing to chase an invisible empire’s hooded theoretical operators.

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

Laura 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 fifty thousand light years around the Milky Way galaxy with quantum computing controlled technical remote viewing 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 Imperial Criminal 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. forces in the scan?”

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

Laura said; “Yes, I wanted the confirmation. That extrusion of new space is at the edge of the Otto Von Trump galaxy forty million 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 galactic habitation zone.”

Laura 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, Trump believed, needed to encourage and support intellectual inventions from everyone rather than to repress them. Often the rich could afford to restrict or co-opt ideas of poor inventors trickling up creativity with massive hydraulic pumps. Von Trump’s humble, liberating thought stimulated a cascade of new ideas bringing swiftly to market a tide of inventions that became salient components in the drive to comprehend the mechanics of Meta-universal configurations.

Laura thought Von Trump’s ideas concerning liberation of the marketplace of ideas weren’t enough to inform the human race about the inability of capitalism to apply good human sense management of democracy to promote ecospheric conservation and natural resource sustainability under human economic assault.

Capitalism and the invisible hand weren’t repositories of human wisdom or political responsibility such as might exist across enlightened societies; they had their own market wisdom limited in scope and utility. Human societies far too commonly replied on Adam Smith’s capitalist paradigm 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 is an expression of human values concerning supply and demand, lacking in-itself environmental wisdom or cognizance as one should expect politicians to have. Lazy humans commonly regard the invisible hand as an anthropomorphic demiurge designing the best society for humanity. President Franklin D. Roosevelt showed wisdom in political leadership is required to moderate capitalist investor irrational exuberance that put on environmental blinders chasing profit.

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 Trump galaxy star system Drizzle and planet Drizzle Three, engaged the Higgs field decoupler and three-dimensional data transfer to send the S.V. Shibboleth faster-than-light across two dimensions as data into the Troposphere of Drizzle Three.


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