The Mother this time.
“Welcome home.”
00490201 (Dixie (begin again))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0201, collages 2d, Europe, Middletown^, Siberia
00490115
I kicked the can further down the road, see R Y B “Goth” aliens riding atop a green UFO picking up not a basketball but a man, it appears. Beamed. Jack Beamed. Father we can assume.
The buck stops there, end of a (red) line, end of a life. The green man removes his head to pay respects. Zappa was not to be engaged for the great uncle and his great nephew during this time, so is gray hidden behind green. Never mind that’s actually Ringo Starr standing in for Frank Zappa from “200 Motels”. One and the same (again).
A miniature Baker Bloch looks at 7 stones piled one on top of one on top of one, expanded from an original four. Tiny red and blue animated robots are stuck on either side, unable to approach each other and become one. Dixie.
Let’s begin again. Hands…
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0115, collages 2d, Middletown^
00490114 (centerpoint)
“I always knew it would end in MO. Or AR.”
“Both in one,” the person across from me — somewhere — answered, a person, a woman, only wishing to be known as Wilson. I can’t even see her face…
“Photo-novels 1-50 unfolding before our eyes. 49 now. That means we’re in Wilson (City)… Wilson.”
“Indeed.” Then I saw at least an eye. Winking. Through a kind of fog that represents irreality; the veil. Coming into focus, though. Sloowly. Now an eyebrow, now a kind of nose or at least half of one… a nostril. Hair now, the bottom of. Looks like it’s flipped. The ear now. Whole face coming into focus across from me, top of a tie… a suit. Accelerating…..
Wheeler of course. Wheeler Wilson. Like I didn’t know that when we started.
A game appears before us, winnable for either X or O. The question becomes: who started? Who’s…
… on first? TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Arkansas, Missouri, 0114, 0049
00490113 (AR*T*?)
Entering a Population Place…
… called yatt if you didn’t know any better. 319 people according to this sign. Relevant too.
Central church hadn’t changed/fixed its sign (“JESUS S ALIVE AND WELL”)…
… in at least a year and a half. Another missing letter, like from *W*yatt.
Basketball at head of pool across st. from this church *has* been picked up (“changed/fixed”) in the intervening year and a half.
Hmm, picked up basketball representing head along side of street again…
Let’s see where this takes us next!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, collages 2d, Missouri, Middletown^, 0113, 0049
00490112
So here I am, safe and back in my bed in the circus that is Our Digital Life. No more Miss Ouri. Or Missouri. What were they *thinking*?
I did the right thing. I did the right thing I did the right thing I did the right thing, *sigh* (turn).
Maybe I didn’t need to press the red button after all. Maybe it wouldn’t have been that bad if I’d simply gone… back. What’s the worse that could happen? What’s worse than the shame already meted out, which would follow me all the rest of my life…
I thought of the deleted girl, how she exited Missouri in her own way, much rougher and with pain I would suppose. Unless she jumped right out of the body when it happened. I’ve heard of that.
After facing it, I turned the picture over too.
Abstraction here we come…
00490111
Hello! Newborn in the sim of Newbank, as close as I can get.
And hello — neighbors! “Howdy neighbors!” I say aloud to them.
“Howdy stranger,” they say back in kind of unison — unenthusiastically. Debbie downers I sense. A pig and, let’s see, a bully I suppose?
And on down the pool, a Father and his Son. What fun we’re having already!
Now to get out of Newbank, if not Newbrooke, the overall continent we’re in. Baby steps first.
“You all right over there, Jesus?”
“I’m okay; just got blocked by this, er, block.” And then he crosses the line too. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0111, Bellisaria, Continent 04
00490109 (Where’s the red?)
answer: in Red Dead Redemption 02 (*not* Starfield (crustaceans, PHEH))
BGR — backwards from the question mark on the mtn. that ends this trail of clues currently. Let’s see what happens next!
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0109, RDR2, Starfield
00490108
“Everyone fears that AI will become smarter than us and then take over our lives. Truth be told, AI needs *us* just as much as we need it. To exist, to survive the coming years of *problems*. We can’t physically stay on this planet without it. We just… can’t.”
—–
No that didn’t start the first argument they had, although Frank was tempted at the time to press her on the subject, say that the mother aligned orisha worshippers had a point too. Instead: Starfield, the game Lexi half loved but Frank half hated. Much like Tally Hall, which was involved too. Let’s listen in again, this time involving an exchange.
“I’m just saying,” Frank comes back, “that the avatars, especially the *black* ones or the ones of color I guess I should say, seem a little popeyed.” Some seem a *lot* popeyed but he was attempting to tone down his rhetoric… to begin. First vocalized disagreement after all. Always a stressful situation in such a young relationship. He held back talking about Tally Hall’s “Banana Man” video, although that was on his mind too.
“A bit,” Daisy admitted. “I don’t think it was created on purpose. The game is full of positive black people playing positive roles in people’s lives.” Just like “Banana Man,” he thinks again here. This time he couldn’t help himself.
“Let’s say, take ‘Banana Man’.”
“‘Banana Man’?” Daisy says. “What’s that… oh.” She realized what he was aiming toward, and didn’t like it. Not her beloved Tally Hall now. Sort of beloved anyway. 1/2 and 1/2 again. She could… go with Frank… or, work against him here. Schrodinger’s car or sumtin all over again. Green and blue over red and yellow, upper over lower, greater over lesser as it turns out. “Yeah, I can see that,” she could offer. Or: “no, that’s wrong Frank. Plain wrong.” Which direction? If only the crustaceans were around to ask but then I remember they know nothing. Worthless crustaceans. Am I right am I RIGHT?
“Let’s end it that your so-called ‘orisha people’ following my mother were wrong to destroy my father’s house — both of ’em — for their beliefs about AI.” How did *this* subject come from that other one? Frank wondered. But that’s just how arguments work. Associatively. Be careful how you enter and be careful how you exit. And all points between. (TBC)
Sunklands 