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20,000 Leagues Above the Sky

Its the dark-rotation of the moon when phased with Jupiter rising in the southern sky from Sun-Earth orbit-L5 and various parts of the Trojan encamped Asteroid fields; cold and dusty with only the iridesent lustrous colours from the Mare Nubium Moon frogs seen in the evening sky emitting their soft light vapours through invisible synthetic tentacles attached to the frog colony stationed in Geo-synchronized-orbit some 20,000 leagues above the moon's surface; yet another innovation from the symbiots this is the industrial edge of the Robotic-energy-Fractal; metallic self-perpetuating mechanisms created to provide mined natural resources, processed and directed by markets trillions of light years apart sailing a sea of primordial radiation, solar winds and gravitational tidal flows; the colonies that stretched along the Silver river of heaven and beyond the now empty ort cloud that once surrounded the home worlds of earth, Sun-earth-StationL5 and the ancient mars-colonies.

It was only recently with the earth-moon resource accord that mining for water-minerals on earth-moon was permitted, each moon frog the size of a small reptallic-lander a Nano-cephalic-bot community of Tera-Gillions in each functioning barely sentient amphoid; endowed with the driving need for water minerals and other elements they dig into the gravity-starved moon-dust until they hit pay-ice as they say, gnawing and processing the ice into Liquid-light-vapours they rapturously-gorge their bio-nano-synthetic abdomen until it becomes extended and swollen into enormous balloons the pressure forcing the vapors to the surface and upto the mother ship (the Fractalian Robotic Operating Genius-colony) the colony within a colony within colony surrounding its human city-state of Oz.

The Mueller-matrix calculus blends seamlessly on the vision-visor enhanced moonscape scene's in the southern sky and soft-windows open on wi-fi, communicating with strategic-intelligence-routing platforms playing off mechanical-Android subroutines unnoticed and unseen; collating, slicing maximising information formats for both human and symbiot - with just a thought the analysing of the optical elements begin; measuring the polarization fields, amplitude and intensity of reflected light;  Whatever the minerals are in that moon ice it's reflection pattern is similar to that of earths geocroma - showing a density of over 1000 atoms per cubic metre but the colour is wrong for Hydrogen?  in any case rich by anyone's standards these days and easy for the picking.  

"What you waiting for hot-shot; or is the air in that ship of yours to refined?" Freddy cracks a smile from left on the vision-visor... "Thanks Freddy, appreciate your interest in my well-being, but aren't you worried about getting a blemish on that brand new face of yours?  Especially after all your treatments, its bad for your skin regrowth implants not to mention that young id complex of yours how old are you now 200"  Laughter howled over from the audiofile as the party gathered in the outer chambers to begin a process set down by generations of tradition.

The party was a ritualised observance of protocols that no-one could remember the reason for; but it was something about protecting the integrity field of the human fractal relationship matrix.  A mathematical anomaly discovered centuries ago and applied to the human energy potential character matrix, part of the agreement made by the ancestors generations ago when the first of the galactic peace accords were developed and signed into being.

The day had started like any other bad as fuck and getting worse; rocked awake by swirling thoughts and dreams of past and present, it was feedback from his symbiot; no-one would ever chose to be linked with a symbiot with such a history but the harmonic neuro-patterns were unmistakable and whats more the symbiot had chosen him; that was thought to be so rare as to be impossible.  These connections weren't meant to bleed back unfiltered to the host - again another complication and some of those scenes were so turbulent and amazing, everything is getting so complex.

A TopoGraphical Gregorian time chart matrix opens on centre Visor screen Arrival time to Destination the Earth-Sun StationL5 3010,2,27,1.22.  A space-time chart set along the-Greenwich ellipsis plain and still more than 100 parsecs away and some 20,000 parsecs from his home among the inter-stella clouds of the interior River of Heaven Galaxy.  A Communication Connection confirmed - Oz-Control-frog-colony (21°18′S 16°36′W / 21.3°S 16.6°W / -21.3) above the mare nubian earth-moon... Another message comes onto the symbiot vision visor, “Can the representative of the Galactic Federation of Fractal Harmonics please explain his request to examine the frog-colony above the Mare Nubium Moon under the jurisdiction of the Oz-Council" Trayan Morunga smiles they are obviously getting worried let them stew a bit longer before he replies.

Travelling via the Einstein-Rosen Hyper-Bridge though inter-stellar space from Orion's interior cluster meant travelling over a 100,000 parsecs each way but the only option when speed is of the essence something was wrong with the fractal harmonics on the frog colony 20,000 leagues above the mare Nubian moon something very wrong...

Dropping out of warp

Releasing a warp field could be like meeting new people or old friends one has not seen in an age, rocky if you don't stamp the ground as it were and own the space even though its hazy impressions of mind-scape's flash and fade;  gleaning the sense of state that dazzles across the space visor and play's out in some other nano-conscious field of existence where heart and mind can only bend and blend in so many ways but even in such limited impressions the possibilities were infinite.  

The symbiot's memories are of an old beat up cart of a ship barely going forward let alone falling down towards the void but pictures fire across synaptic bridges and feed images of some place long ago.  like all symbiots who have had to live with the sickness of its host talking with a group of friends can sometimes be like talking with strangers, oh the faces are happy and comforting like remembering that old tree in the backyard or the smell of the barn but the memories of likes and dislikes are not always there and ready for you when you want them or the reality the feeling of the moment is filtered from high definition to black and white deep down you know there is something missing it has happened to many times before to not realise the tell tale signs, and sense the hidden secrets.

I did not know where it first happened somewhere on Ultra5 back in days when men were young and women were as beautiful shadows falling on the sky, life was old at 40 or 50 even 100.  wondering the memories of those forgotten fortunes and time like age stretches and life that was once lived walking upon a shore was now waded in shallows knee deep with hints of ocean pools and crashing waves the scent of that and much more.  What happened to the pleasing songs that kept the young and fragile minds along highways of yesterdays when mornings broke easy on lucky harbors the breeze carried a right and ready sense that held the rest of the world back in tranquil dreams before like a hurricane or tidal wave it crashed and wiped all before it.  Yes I remember those times that space far far away in that little little star the sun in the galaxy called the milky way.  What happened arriving before the gates of the great sky city of Oz...

Oz the first of the great space cities was indeed like that fabled place that Dorothy sung about somewhere over the rainbow ... a city that was sort of rich but not the prefabricated clean white rich with plastic modular lines but rich like old age is rich, rich like summer days in spring or autumn are heady with happy singing with songs of life and hope rich... that singing out from trees close and near where the warmth of the day is not just in the light but buzz's on the wing in no great hurry at all to be over.  Rich like summer captured in strawberry wine with woody tan-ins and deep characters that last into the late slowly fading light of evening and then carries onto morning so that one could last a whole lifetime in those moments that stretch into the horizon of days and so after a week one could say they have lived many lifetimes in many ways, but hope is not always like that when clouds creep over the stars and pretend the night is cool or cooler than it should be if prayers could stop the advancing ice from racing down the canyon's to crush the life below... no indeed rich as rich only can be paid for by the likes of you and me... rich. 

Through the gates the procession moved to the great steps where across the bridge the Council of elders waited.  Stepping inside the living AI Robotic fractal where nano-bots reflected light like snow flakes and giant receptors shaped the reality of the mare Nubian moon frogs framing and growing their consciousness through a myriad iterations anchored by the endless patterns of experience that the fractal of this world produces governed by the deep numbers that shape the universe and as clay they are shaped by the unmistakable hands of entropy.

To say that their stories are filled with magic, love good and evil is to simplistic to trite if nothing else and does not suit the sensibilities of chaos ... everyday tasks digging for minerals, fighting over resources, trading for goods, power and influence. The many Tribes of AI Robots and nano-bots that make up the robotic ecosystem and as metallic creatures live and surround the city of Oz have no awareness of the humans that live in their own heart let alone that live at the centre of their world... just as humans for eons did not see or understand dark matter or dark energy ... and still don't know or understand its nature...

Trayan stays with a family of andriod-bot traders refugees from the great war with another of tribe deep inside the AI-Robot fractal... Trayan feels the lash of the energy whip right through the symbiote shell which is supposed to be impossible, turning his view is darkened by a robot some 20 metres high.  the robot leans down over Trayan don't think I don't know what you are slave, get back under the surface and keep working... for some reason he doesn't move fast enough the giant does not hesitate channeling the consciousness of circumstance and the consciousness of its underlying subprogram with the consciousness of its age.  Trayan falls into unconsciousness...