# working ron the lorry driver's son lives on a housing estate like swanson only a little rougher not a bad place if compared to a lot of places in old londonium or the deep north merely run down and tired looking not much dog mess on the pavement and only sporadic petty rhyme everyone too busy paying bills raising kids watching television and checking the scores ron's dad is a heavy goods vehicle driver and ir mother stays at home both parents are on large and sedentary side as a result and the fact ron's dad works such long hours means the ron household is bit of a two n' eight state as in terrible whenever henry visits they always depart feeling stuffed up and itchy ron's pet is called ricky a huge soppy alsatian mutt who's partly deaf ricky mopes around the house all day fnarting and shedding ir fur this fur gets on top of the sideboard all over sofa on ron's dad's favorite layzee style holo-tv chair and covers the dark lime green kitchen carpet other than that they bark a lot scaring henry every time - ron's dog not ir dad ron's dad just looks constantly miserable and sweaty ricky's other cute habit is bending itself in half in order to repeatedly lick the pestilent suppurating sore on ir leaking pustule infected hole ron: please don't do that ricky henry: ron mate that's disgusting ron: old ricky can't help it can you poor baby henry holds nose: urgh what's that stink ron: rick's let one off henry: for love of elvischrist open the window i'm gonna hurl ron: good grief ricky that was a classic ricky seems pleased: woof both the carpets and kitchen around ron's are credible swanson's own dear quietly insane workaholic control freak mother who thinks cleanliness is the only real virtue would implode with disgust after seeing the general state of ron's home cube ir carpet once light green now peels at the edges the black underlay flaking off from the damp in the corners it's also covered in dog hair and ground in dirt so / because everyone at ron's house wears shoes there's also heavy grease from all engine parts and tools ron and ir dad use daily these lay around house with over three food tray's worth of crumbs - white bread and biscuits firm staples around the ron household ir toilet facility has mould on the walls and a thick black ring of scum around the bath in fact the whole joint looks like it could do with quick polite once over with a giant flame unit for swanson the most amazing place has to be ron's kitchen they often go around ron's house to experience awesome visionary playspace captain blood on ron's amiga 500 personal computer talk deep dimensional space trade with hyperalien beings around the galaxy ideally this should be played without the instruction leaflet for maximum stranger-in-a-freaky-land style existential fx during breaks in this intense sci fi action they take turns to shuffle into the kitchen to make tar pit strong mugs of coffee no kitchen looks and smells like ron's which has zero clean surfaces henry finds this more amusing than disgusting like it's a deeply alternative suburban art project in progress when henry opens the oven door in kitchen they peer back into ancient geological history - four inches of solid black grease and what looks like baked trilobite that's been slow roasted by heavy rays from a nearby dying star what time is this what a heavy spinning trip yet how normal that is normalised everyday and everything feels fast racing clouds in the palest of sky blues warm early autumn rooftops and pleasant artificial singing birds meanwhile inside ir supercooled white cube lab two suburban hyper-adventurers travel in search of clues trade and possibilities for meaningful communication in an ever expanding living sentient biopsychedelic polyverse swanson: watch out we're going to deep 16/32bit vector crash ron: we may loose or win but we'll never be here again swanson: guess we should take it easy ron: try parking here swanson: hey didn't we crash here last time ron: um where are we again unlike the rest of ir house ron's room is spotless in the vague off chance a researcher of beauty intelligence and subcultural refinement might want to come around to visit and experience 'captain blood' for the 'amiga 500' retro dimensional lab rnd platform (while of course duly noting the possibly superior 'atari st' version) when ron's dog ricky finally dies ron is sad for while soon but bounces back ir new dog is horse sized bright orange with a two foot tongue which flaps about in the silent wind of endland's virtual dreaming in early autumn one can sit in ron's front room watch ancient dust motes and skin cells filter through early late late afternoon sunlight through gaps in thin 70's 'horrible orange' nets curtains one can sit there and talk with ron and odd time will pass in calm way occasionally one or other will make a small comment on something in-scene while the other will agree or maybe modify the general flow or direction of the dialogue mainly there's just a particular feeling an existential mood tone - of being in small house in a dirty but otherwise flat nondescript and uneventful grey concrete housing estate a little way from the infinite data sea hearing that ancient ocean and imagining the skies are not so overcast today today somewhere landgulls soar over the high street and here among the stink of cigarette ash stale black coffee and a dying dog's slowly suppurating hole are fresh salt seaweed and pink dreaming clouds all of it somehow profoundly nondual - a strong scientific hint regarding the ultimate underlying (living sentient) supernature of biouniversal zen realty consciousness as key // republic of bob