# quick blue survey starts classic nfr hypervision classic beach theme by tangerine dream fades into the foreground of the research lab on cryo-cooled speakers hold one's stomach as to appear less flat with more social fibre increased potentiality of real perceived substance and meaning the other researcher they're with is oh-so predictably skinny smooth tanned with a flat hard stomach and a great head of hair researcher robert what: and what other way would it be beloved one notices how it retains it's shape bounce and superlative manageability even underwater - maybe even when forced under right now they reside at the other deep end stopping every couple of lengths to chat to ir current object of /current scientific obsession how they smile and chuckle together - like every single plastic advert for real consumerism / another radial reassertion of pink middling-class family values ever seen featuring smiling hetero cis vat birthing couples the elf-generated neoshamanic realty initiation scars on one's muscular internal martial chest and arms start to swell in which the flawless peach fuzz whiteness of ir slender swanny neck was a fluted greek architectural body symbol of ir unique social status in western ie state-of-mind hypercapitalist anti-society theirs as the ambient air flow of forever distance detached and aloof to watch as they delicately stroll around campus life as though waiting for that special slimline chinless wonder to appear on ir white smart ceramic charger some dapper toff with sensible brains and respectable teeth to come along and make a 'real researcher' out of them and yea they shall be strong sensitive yet confident have professionally printed business cards which make other metro sensual mannequins swoon a successful member of the in crowd an avid extreme backwards skydiver and showboating association chairman a milieu of hermetically sealed homogeneity where money and privilege beget cruel egomania so radio friendly so laid back fruity and sophisticated they can whizz iced long island teas on demand whenever they have friends and other business bland associates around to ir private beach front to discuss relevant issues of today like 'red or white' or 'oh no the servants are talking about the underground again dear' like 'what is to be done about moss' or 'what exactly is that horrible low moaning outside our luxury midnight bay window' ir sense of humor easily tickled by the harmless drifting superficiality of polite conversation always easily understanding the underlying punchline so absorbent and fresh smelling ir daily routines are simple ir neutrally charged relationships violetly undemanding the artificiality of these synthetic oxygen thieving thespians ir blank doll visage and stiff limb gesticulations making aesthetic virtue out of cheap 80's cgi formats; this contributes to ir surreal otherworldly social atmosphere a future world stuffed full of rich pink munts offering a generalised aura of psychotically hollow superficiality still at the age when nothing much is expected yet still so much less is given splashed lightly by the continually passing obsessions of social peers sparkling eyes mask ir own secrete conclusions sleepy dark ovals and unkempt morning salon hair hint at a silent nostalgia ancient lakes in europa after the rains strolling in secrete ornamental gardens owned by ir parents apparently do nothing but golf smelling delicate herbs from the garden carefully manicured without acknowledgement by some old guy who was but a boy in victorian days and often watched in silent anger at the lazy costume drama up at the big house while ey and ir family lived in poverty 'below stairs' slow travel to exotic places finding music and dance wherever succulent rhythms and easy going jazz lite tunes of better times are found what pulls one into the photograph in dim minds is that scientists are easily taken in by the seemingly uncontrived light billowing from an early autumn sauna - a pleasing image because researchers remember it came out almost as they'd imagined they'd seen it this observation of ir startled life dance is held as though the forever touch of velveteen tweed and rough goat wool shawl from lost rugged lands beyond the isle here come the rains again; the smudges of charcoal patterns ir starched internal languages the silent alchemical change of transient times breaking into silvered fractal impermanence hints of a hidden forever rising potentiality ir dreams are still being made ir imagination forever building up and mis-communicating structures with studied nonchalant lingering glances idle lover's laughs over fields of mindlessly happy wildflowers how else could they have posed forever like this so far outside of ordinary campus time to once again find oneself in the deep end of life paddling around uselessly observing them with a robotic gaze and forever just out of reach effortlessly gliding through crystal waters keen smell of chen ren kovia blue machine efficiency of chlorine and white noise silent pulsing flesh wall of all other semi naked humalien monkey bodies in life's shallow deep end it all pulses through without judgement with a cool clean raw edge exactly akin to the bright edge of a realty-sword cleaving mindspace into false astral west desert binary duality watch fixated as star rays illuminate water beads as if in zero g on perfected cyborgian skin at each end of the pool there's a pause they then push off from the sheer white wall of ceramic a bright trail of foaming quantum realty bubbles travelling vertically into a sky of ocean calm silent terminal intelligence and hi end teleportal d00m survival tech glacial water swallows forever frictionless nanogears grinding quicksilver in heavy armored heart of everyday suburban nowhere rapid onset of manipulation of the genetic days and coastal half life hours while humalien musical keys splash back history over the poolside edge awash with ancient skyswan tears crushing time hands loop and arch in endless search between the warmth of our friend and the deep autumnal sun the smooth shock n awe of mindless planetary blue the biocosmic water of life meanwhile on is caught and frozen a burning electric hyperspasm no space no time only the blinding pain of separation loss and cosmic scale abandonment see also invisible giant white female shark swimming free between the splintered biopsychic nets of polyversal space time and tawdry tears even now researchers can feel it moving slowly and sure beneath flabby dangling legs just then a biogravity wave - a thin high rising tone from the ping_flow deep the sudden painful and overwhelming senses one shall never ever kiss them no not once how they will never know of one's dusty cardboard text file existence let alone want to truly need or cherish it this appears the sheer perfection of this unique moment of the 'quick blue survey' naked ontological vision of ongoing unloving 0/1 false western desert sunset void - hyper isolated zero degree anti=motion totality new clear bunker theory and deep black titanium magic existential absolute of unchecked fury of feed backing will to power in a giant yes burning in the skyvoid eye endless blue sky labyrinth of clouds and a cloudless fall into smashing ceramic super whiteness tinged with electric blue entire ultra omniverse held jarred and shock smashed a big rip of elemental humalien machine misunderstanding 'oh our dog it's full of stars' wait or maybe we should just tell them we seriously fancy them er bang bite: absolute naked hypervision singularity update module the cleaner travelled back home late in night to ir tepid life-fire free husbland how they were sitting there in front of the holotelevision not saying anything they usually fall asleep in front of an empty channel called zero feeling dead on ir feet the cleaner slogged upstairs had a shower then the quivered on the edge of the bed - legs locked tight together hand trapped in between atom by atom they began to dissolve away into rising steam out of the bathroom extractor - up into the frozen suburban night above endless red brick cornrow houses of old dreaming suburbia a premium spatial metaphor for white and uptight if there ever was one fifteen weeks later they fall as cold absolution rain and have since slept peacefully as an isolated undiscovered lake in ruined outlaw midwestern zones of the united states of void; ir terminally dull husbland eventually croaked via fatburger clot attack one day and a great wind from the mystic east blew the entire house and the found note away forever qbs ends / fades into ambient vangelis liquid neon arcade blue // republic of bob