# fever dreams of the black iron prison dream log saturday am sbt via researcher henry swanson was walking around in middle of a well lit suburban nowhere in endland's dreaming on the outskirts of a large open plan city many researchers with wire harnesses were talking thin loose jive about how they were all martial arts masters we noticed near invisible nanowires pulled whenever they jumped around like idiots making wack 70's chinese martial arts vhs noises we were soon involved in a friendly chase sequence with friends eventually entering a tall rectangular block of flats running up down the oddly abandoned stairwells when we emerged we found ourselves alone at the back of the building where the garages are with a view of nearby urban sprawl we scrambled up on top of a pebbled tar garage roof to see better we now feel anxious thinking what if this was a bad part of the neighbourhood next thing we remember is walking down through a portal set on top of the garage eventually we find ourselves in a cramped hot and greasy underground bunker a small rocket installation far beneath the earth turns out we're now stuck in here with young doomed solders who've been ordered to fire the rocket yet they will be destroyed in the process this bass has been freakishly designed so that its operators have to travel from one control section to another via long dark coolant channels running either side of the central rocket bay we have the immediate strong feeling everything in this super dense and impossibly heavy underground bass was astoundingly dead dead as if made of rough impossibly heavy black iron stone and infinitely dull copper circuits its technical controls comprised of a few low tech ww2 undead apocalyptic dials and switches soon we're desperately sprinting down along a dark tunnel to get to another room to be with other solders who we sensed would not be there on our arrival or would turn out to be rotting blue-grey ash face undead all while knowing at any moment terminal countdown would commence and that this chamber would automatically seal off forever we sprint into a room on our right but find it to be a totalising dead end an all consuming feeling of airless claustrophobic error akin to playing d00m iii or silent hill on heavy slow horse doses of bad existential acid we turn around to leave the room when a supermassive hot crushingly heavy and greasy black leaden slab rolls past the tiny entrance on rails accompanied by what sounds like low tectonic black rocks crushing together deep underground in techno heck no echoes and dead air a horrible phrase echoing through our mind it was the first room on right not the second we felt many solders had died nastily and horribly alone in this room far below the surface of terrible black earth everything bleak beyond words ultra heavy d00m terminal omega end some value then opens nearby and the chamber begins to fill with liquid nitrogen steam from vents set in the floor but it's neither boiling nor freezing cold but somehow even worse it was no temperature at all none rather the entire realty smelled of endless aeons of cold black grease and burning gray ash deff thankfully and blissfully however some deep part inside us resigned itself to permadeff as the terrible liquid rushed over us right deep into us entering lungs the entirety of being we gently shut our eyes forcing ourselves to relax massively and then was able to breathe through / as the liquid itself something else happened but we found ourselves still inside the bass yet now we were near to the surface next to the suburban apartment blocks where our negative hyperadventure began a false ending when then dropped even lower into cosmic error we'd escaped only to find one biocosmic scale crushing ontological nightmare had been swapped for another everything was now tilted at a 45 degree angle the rocket was still about to launch from the bowels of the bass and everything would be destroyed the whole of polyversal spacetime realty itself not only destroyed in fact but annihilated in single infinite forever ongoing moment of total apocalyptic ending that would last forever we realized we'd be cooked by vast gouts of searing orange flame from the rocket's massive propulsion system and ran into a room cube directly next to the main rocket tube it turned out to be a small and filthy kitchen similar in feel to those commonly found in citadel of chaos by advanced fellow researchers jackson et livingstone but modem in design we realized the solders at the bass used rocket flames to clean the kitchen as everything in it was made of one seamless block of stainless steel covered in splattered animal fat mold and thousands of tiny crawling cheese mites it was not only disgusting in here but supremely and horribly functional on what looked like a morgue technician's table in the middle of the kitchen there was a round hunk of aggressively unappetizing hairy ham some super dehydrated old brown bread and a massive swollen lump of violetly off cheese we was quickly passing through back of kitchen to another room when the countdown started deafening klaxons start to blare wall mounted orange warning lights spin in in ir shock proof plastic housings we panicked knowing we must at all costs somehow seal off this room from the terrible flames to come we pulled back on the handle of the huge and filthy steel door with rough dull serrated locking teeth down one side and it slammed into the wall opposite yet as the countdown ended the entire bass room in fact the whole of universal realty itself began to shake uncontrollably we knew this was the utter end a single moment of total destruction which would never end we could feel the immense rocket slowly hurtling upward on its track burning flames from main propulsion boosters vaporizing everything in its wake we closed our eyes tightly putting our hands over our ears as the noise from the rocket was completely deafening and totally devastating a vast unending cosmic scale roar shaking the universe apart one similar example of cosmic scale mind vibration is that which fellow researcher bowman regularly experiences whenever they travel to / beyond infinity just then the terrible noise and heat ended abruptly the chamber sealing mechanism opening up the sealed room to a clear cold october sky above and peaceful mass inner city housing stunned by what we'd witnessed we slowly clambered up the steep slope toward the garage area of the housing complex we finally awoke feeling tense though not as if waking from a nightmare but rather feeling as though these imaginative visionary events were meaningless random and completely inevitable somehow locked in and unfathomable with no resolution zero philosophical existential ontological or epistemological reflection or analysis possible there was certainly insane staring white root faced error but it was of a unique kind it didn't exactly make one feel like screaming rather it was so overwhelming penetrating and insistent there's literally nothing one can do or think or say a uniquely western void but solid with no space anywhere inside and definitely no outside key words arising in no order angular / forever / infinity / crushing / totality / underground low / black grease / airless / impossible / useless terminal / bleak / grey / ash heavily oxidized copper / ww2 / geigeresque experimentation / extra techno d00m heck all of which can be used to help define this unique state but they cannot encompass the cosmic scale immensity of being there it was simply a total breakdown of spacetime and realty a total tearing apart a complete descent into infinite solid blackness and grease freezing hot impossibly complex yet crushingly simple the logical block madness of insane machines deep underground a forever big rip totality followup: phew one felt lot better after staggering into our own not quite so dirty student kitchen to make a warm cup of pure translucent first pick green tea from japan and hot buttered toast with marmite dear fellow scientists that was an intense ride one semi elf plausible explanation or rather inner feeling we've come up with since revisiting this black iron prison state it involves a partial realization of the totality of the truer extent to which ego / elf is massively limited and elf circumscribed to consider a collective symbolic need for the massive instant breaking apart of ego which at this critical humalien juncture seems little but a vast calcification of encrusted useless dead memory and dubious ideation just like an abandoned underground bass any dreaming real of the black iron prison mind / realty state as direct realization of the weight of years of repressed realization that immense vital central change / revolution / evolution still hasn't happened whether this is due to apathy laziness inattention or indifference is in fact certain and what researchers must mutate away from is ego or elf such a breakthrough can only happen when the immense angled walls of the black iron prison cathedral shatter and smash apart for good without effort for goodness and peace exists only where this cancerous calcification edifice of ego / elf is not when hyper organic living super liquid neon biorealty is allowed to flow unhindered in fact the black iron prison seems nothing more or less than elf smashing against its own bleak gray terminal slopes of permanent designer techno heck // republic of bob