# the lonely drone of a wounded ai autumn night sleeping staring at a headup holo screen green lines of useless data falling in which you thought you'd heard the silent sound of infinite zen fire burning outside the lab no real sense of waking only of seeing a single wooden crate glowing in neon half light without any memory in a panic you grab your magic tai chi straight sword which hums with martial delight and a stunning double rainbow halo as you pull it out of its mystic scabbard instantly removing two automatic arms off the nearest vat grown biosynth data ninja now dimensionally exuding and cross loading through a time disposable c64 teleportal plasma sphere from arch bsz rivals loftleader industries not doubt part of ir hypercorporate extraction team sent to steal back what they allege is ir timeless 'wisdom of yoda' kitchen poster in which they never announce official policy apart from finding manipulating and deconstructing data in which you proceed in the most obvious way to use what's at hand seeding the greatest volume of imploding computational hyperrealities in near-future history of post quantum neuro-electronic aggression over vast swathes of virtual terrain thirty billion hexa university sectors fanning out from the nearest loftleader controlled super node to your thankfully heavily armored lab door down on sub rnd level d82 employing intense rgb colour saturation techniques your hypercorporation delivers more than trillion picabyte tons of smart nodes to lucid retro lcd green hills and data valleys during initial two week containment of the ha useless main loftleader assault on an undisclosed map location say theoretically the one casually mega tagged the inverted post mayan data temple is guarded frequented but not currently owned or controlled by rivals bsz hypercorporation the path to which consists of smaller existential foothills of stolen researcher data often turned inside out the steeper ones made faceless cryptic and left etched with deep scars ontological craters of such proportions that observers from remote interdimensional near-future hyperalien biocultures see in ir obsessive rituals regularity and bug eyed religious symbols a purple blue blackness at the deep centre pouring out rays of bright overturned nfo chaotic circumference forms appearing as aztec sun figures since there was little on holo-tv at the time // republic of bob