it was an easy move.
Most of my friends had turned out to be Ruiners.
And had done everything they could to destroy my affiliation with the
and Neuronautics..
My Mentors had suggested I find less expensive living quarters
And That I visit less pricey restaurants
That I put put my priorities in order.
The
As my income was more than enough so that I might proceed to Level 5 by Christmas
If of course I restructured my Daily Circumstantial Provisionals with my Daily Neural Intents
Alice is a Level 8 Neuronaut
she says Level 8s are in the Enway 24/7 literally on a altogether different plain of existence
Level 8’s supposedly interact literally Gary Rainy’s Synaptic Stream…a magical realm
Beyond the sea and stars
Except that for 2 years she had lived on crackers and Dinty Moore to afford this Higher Plain of Existence..
And that I should be ashamed of myself balking at The Price
of Total Beingship
And that furthermore she was becoming ever more mistrustful of my commitment to Neuronautics and Neural Healthfulness
Perhaps she said
If I am that
hesitant about changing my" pigish ,selfish lifestyle" to advance to level five meant
I should redo Level 3…
and that maybe I was being influenced by Ruiners I was not aware of..even Ruinerous Remnants within myself
that were not dealt with properly at Level2
I told
And here I am
At a chain of coffee shop./donut shop I previously would not have stopped in for so much as a soda pop.
I suppose one could say I am “slumming it” living with my Lessors in this part of town
one might say i am doing them a favor being here.Spreading my High Neural Keynotes into the Enway.They scream alot in this part of town,perhaps it's the poverty and the crampt-ness
or simply The Low Neural Keynotes and Enrot places like this attract.There are homeless people everywhere,they scream and rant and ask and demand.
Gary Rainy suggested in " Inways to the Enway" that neuronauts should not display false empathy for Lessors ,that Lessors and Ruiners use all matter of cunning to tap psychic sympathies from their Mindful Betters.that madmen like the man yelling outside the donut shop are not to be pitied or given a free lunch but laughed at ,for they are The Jesters in the Enway but as Gary Rainy said ,the joke is on them see? Because They really are Poor and stinky and destitute But think they are getting AWAY with something see?
I am in line .
with Lessors,the Lessors are trying to dress well though they can't afford it.
They are pretending they don't hear the crazy man outside.
They are pretending they feel bad for the man
But even at Level 4 I have enough COGNITIVE COMPASSING SKILL to know they feel nothing but basic Lessor desires for only animal like needs like food and water and warmth
and know nothing about true humanity
for "the so called "homeless" jesters
Like the jester outside the donut shop window yelling at pedestrians.
yelling so loud,one hears him inside
"Goes right into your brain!
reads you
like a book.
everything you think
everything you feel
everything YOU GOT.
THEY collect you out you in a little jar., .put you on a little disk..
of course you can't see it ! A man voice screams outside the donut shop somehow loud enough to be heard through the glass panes
I turn my head towards the logo-ed pane which frames the yelling nut job like a flat screen making him seem like TV .Yet he's real enough to elicit the other customer’s embarrassed giggles or - there for the grace of god - false compassion, a compassion the lessors have learned to mimic from their Mind Betters,as Lessors ,Gary Rainy had said know only how to "play at being genuine,for they have not moved up enough the cosmic scale for such things as this,such things as making sense of the Loony outside on the pavement . In spite of myself I crane my neck to look out the window if only to get a visual to go with the sound.
I had seen this man before, this bum .In this dodgier section of town where non- person types such as he were commonplace, but even amongst the nests of human vermin this particular piece of trash stood out, as he often wore a sign around his neck .A sloppy half free hand, half stenciled sign which stated to anyone who bothered looking “Better Dead Than Read
To make himself even more sight specific on his head he always wore what looked like a futuristic Bluetooth hands free headset except not only is there an ear bud on in his ear but tentacle like adhesion that rested on his temples and forehead. At first I presumed this odd accessory to be some kind of elaboration on the ubiquitous tinfoil hat or whatever such lessors wore to either Keep Things Out of Their Minds or for The More Adventurous Mental Patient Street Person “let things in” the general effect however was who knows and who cares...so long as he wasn't waving any sharp objects in my face or shitting near my mailbox .
The Bum's voice is temporarily drowned out by a motorcycle.. The interruption seems to break the momentum
like a commercial in the middle of a key scene
and when the man starts ranting again
seems less interesting
The line is not moving fast enough
Lessors tend to breath in alot of air Gary Rainy had said and observed,Lessors take always more than they need for all Lessors know is Basic Need and ironically that is what makes many of them so Poor.And needy.The Lessors have breathed up most of the oxygen in my immediate Enway,perhaps deliberately. Isuppose they can see I don't really belong amongst them so they are deliberately trying to be Ruinous.After all what else can a Ruiner do.But Ruin?
How Long does it take to Toast a god damn blueberry muffin! ,I think ,impatient and bored … The line is not moving. This shop ,this world,Their world is too slow . … for a moment I am envious of the schizophrenic nut job outside I wish I too was seeing and hearing things. I don’t know what to do with myself in lines I have already searched my phone for videos, new music updates, stared at the TVs in the donut shop’s corners for some sort of temporal stimulation, my foot is tapping, I hear myself huffing. .I find my arms crossed, The woman in front of me sighs, I look out the window ,The crazy man is silent ,pacing, waiting for a new pedestrian to scream at ..How long could it possibly take to toast a god damn blueberry donut! I feel like yelling as loud or louder than the Loony outside was . My boredom ,my restlessness feels like physical pain. ,I turn toward the window and will the Loony to begin yelling again for he was a nice diversion. He was .Muzak. I stare and will the Loony into action, He is a puppet to my will…A pedestrian appears stage right and Loony springs into action
"Goes right in the noggin, Reads YOU, studies you, INTERPRETS you ,"he shouts,.YOU CAN"T SEE IT!”He yells flailing his arms ,as if to”the Heavens” as if to the hidden satellites or “spacemen “ doing THIS to HIM…Crazy people always seem to think someone is DOING SOMETHING to them,I think ,hoping he’ll scream louder,or do something really crazy like throw something ,hit someone…I am that bored ,there are two people in front of me…The man outside is still yelling .I will him with my mind to do something awful,to throw a stick or a trashcan at the people ignoring his rants,I see him throw a soda can,I imagine I am controlling the Loony in the pane of glass”You can't see x rays you can't see you can”t see wireless ...what you think makes your cell phone work .your fuckin sirius radio..".The Voice yells ,.."and when enough of THE encoding of your thoughts is done !
IT uses your own thoughts ,your own memories It talks to you .It can take over your senses,.It can make you SEE things!Dream Things!.”He yells at a jogger
" the newspapers describe it as years away but it’s already HERE”
This homeless man looks like he sleeps under a newspaper he doesn’t look like a man who reads them, I can't help thinking,
The cashier, another non person ,but at “this one” least this one DOES something or tries to has the nerve to smile at me when she asks for my order.
I smile back,only to make her hurry and place my order,but inside me I feel she has slowed down the line to get back at me.
To get back at her betters.
Surely she knows I don’t belong in this part of town
And is trying to get back at me.
I will her to be fast about getting my order.
I calm myself seeing she is moving fast and direct a sense of good will to her neural Enway
But my Neural Velocity is tapped,and Lessors seldom know what to do with Good Energy..they are that unaccustomed to Higher Plains of neurality.I vow not to return to this awful donut store..and to take Alice's advice and do most of my Daily Provisionals either with other Neuronauts as Gary Rainy mentioned several times in “ Inway to the Enways” how Ruinerous petty things like shopping and mingling with THEM could be.
Coffee and donut in hand I exit the horrible place and encounter
The voice .No longer safely framed in a rectangle but
right in my face
saying “How Long does it take to toast a fucking blueberry muffin?
I shrug my shoulders but cannot help thinking I had heard that phrase before,perhaps in a movie I had watched last night ..The bum is looking me directly in the eye ,howling with laughter,t some private joke I suppose ,some loony schizophrenic private Ruiner joke only he understands
alice had asked
Nick to move to a shadier section of town
not so much for him to save money
but more so
to get some
solid readings on this Ruinerish shmuck
who had all but polluted the Ventura Neuronautics Buildings with his Enrot
it was important
to find out if Nick was Resolvable
if there was any Good in him whatsoever..
for the last several months Kimble
had been assigned to street duty
as Nick had been wired
for sound ""( and vision )
at a potluck the previous spring with the nano sprinkles added as liberally to Nick's potato salad as pepper and Accent
as the price of Dome Mini Nano had gone down in price enough to
Hook em' and Rook em"prior to anyone actually paying for the Mentoring Service
as
Parasol Pictures and Dome had all but begun mass producing the tiny potable transmitters as if everyone on the face of the earth needed
Tiger Blood"".
Neural data was a hot commodity
and the speculatives of acquisiton astounding
for both the true believers of mind augment for social change and the one's in it for spare change
yes
spare change
for now
for few outside "the Neual Way,The wonderous "N-way of possiblities and west coast economy!
tended to believe the neural data being collected was authentic
as this type of technology was supposedly 15 or 20 years away
so in the mean time
one hand washed the other
harshly
so harshly
a few fingers have been said to be all but cut off in"The Process"
as if such innovation ïn Mind Augment were in any way a crime
against man much less Humanity
why according to Gary Rainy in the right clean hands this technological marvel will Save The World.
from crime and weed out Unresolvables
and Find
untapped intellectual property
perhaps at a discount
perhaps,for now
For Free.
as there are not yet rules let alone laws for machinery that does not exist
except to the New Pharoahs
that just might
discover in their scans
the New Messiahs and
hidden angels amongst us
perhaps collect this
angelic thinking
to aid
spiritual map makers
by Proxy
Dome Mini Inserts were ïn the air( soon quite literally as nano was getting so small to not only be potable and edible but inhalable)in the drinking water ,croissants and one quarter of the movie ,TV and adult film stars in Los Angeles.
as
Dome Mini Nano made it possible
to see through another as if another was an avatar
be another by Proxy
and if one used
Imaprt technology to go with the fun of reading another's neurals
control another
through fear
intimidation
and the sheer fear
of
psychotronically possessing another
and sell
the rest
"How Long Does it take to toast a blueberry muffin Nick?The Bum said
it takes us as long as takes.
'we won't give up on you,ever"..
I push the headseted
Lessor out of the way
and he laughs while I stunble
down
the
Block
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