# yet as sure as global heat rises messages by omd now plays in the lab background crap flows downhill in time over project passing researchers by turning particular biocomputing cycles around into hard smart steel biosynth hands of raw holo computational energy reducing entire islands to a series of manageable spreadsheet stats no fine touches either leaving researchers high and breathless on a terminal beach of nekrocosmic forever yet they neverquite mutate into nonthing as dangerous as they want to never seem to know how lethal or ontologically d00med ir ongoing misadventures are becoming by way of indirect holographic osmosis then it all becomes another sub project bogged down in inert campus time so much grinding clock dust so badly accounted for it finally mutates into another entrenched animated puppet institution as there's never enough room for it to go anywhere else endless layers of inert yellowing office paper in rusty filing cabinets in unknown cellars of sleeping worlds where the irregulars either get out or get dead / regular in a hurry by end of the first term you can see whole campus sets of impaired internal reflexes of 'big scientist's once prime sci-dark adventurers living too long on the bloodless fringes of action broken hearted pretty e-memory ruptured working alone together toward vague university verses emotionless fragments sadly envisioned as infinite nonlinear series of damp cardboard boxes vague images abandoned space suit pocket lint in the bottom saddest casualties of near-future retro 80's excess the vague promise of good clean service on shiny new re-educational frontiers either long gone or barely surviving vague salvages of a tepid vision still in love with badly animated apparent social betters blown in ir synthetic prime by the sheer polyversal scale of an operation they're still only semi conscious of left now only with a lonely arcadian gift of trusting a few fellow researchers a thin crust of black ice forms over virtual rented eyes ir ontological hype jargon dung stream thinning trickling out to nothing much alas *vague sensory bleep* // republic of bob