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00450402 (eclipsed)

Looking across the ruins of the Candy Shoppe — destroyed by Jack the Dogg back in section 02 — toward the Big Victorian House with the LSD Dream Emulator mini-museum we just saw his cohort Fink the Humann sitting in. To its left in the picture we have the Wheeler managed Bull’s Bar, still dutifully guarded by a version of Grant Price also reseen in the current photo-novel. He’s now working as a janitor in a Liberty City Burger Shot after a 10 year stint in prison, his days as head of SecuroServe long behind him. But some old colleagues are about to refind him and lure him back into a life of crime which ended his security agency career. We’ll see how that develops soon.

Let’s move inside now…

Further…

Alright that’s close enough.

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00450401

My study of Osamu Sato’s 1998 LSD Dream Emulator game and the setting up of this mini-museum to it in the attic of my Aisle of Palms “Big Victorian House” seems so long ago now. It was only April. So seems my heavy involvement with Our Second Lyfe, whose influence is undoubtedly fading from this here blog and attached photo-novels, 44 1/2 in number now (a long journey!), as more modern and much better looking games like Grand Theft Auto V, Witcher 3, and especially Cyberpunk 2077 and its humongous Night City take more and more of both my daytime and nighttime attention. But also, My Second Lyfe is not dead. Just *concentrated*. Think that’s the best way to put it. It glows bright blue to me, a square in the middle of everything still, a house-like home base sitting in the center of a large yard, with GTA V lying green to the west, C2077 red to the east, and Witcher3 yellow to the south (also taking the shape of a square unattached to the first (like a garage or large shed?)). This what-we-can-call expansion is happening now, but it also happened long long ago, in what seems like a different lifetime over 50 years back now. Aisle of Palms is my virtual village that represents the launching pad for exploring these post-Second Lyfe worlds, beginning, really, with Red Dead Redemption earlier this year, before the influence of the 3 likewise newer games I mentioned really started kicking in. A link from this far far past to the present in this way is MONKEY.

Monkey City = Lost Sanos

There I said it, Mother. Monkey City *is* relevant to all this. But I think she sees that now.

This is probably where I’ll first virtually incarnate beyond Our Second Lyfe in the near future. A good guess, given this snapshot of GTA V’s original monkey mosaic 1 1/2 photo-novels back taken by Trevor (beginning of 44) coupled with a snapshot of a *different* Trevor — recently dead — wearing monkey brand underpants in the Badlands desert of C2077 from later in the same photo-novel. Maybe hard to explain but I definitely think the two images from two different games are linked.

Why GTA V (Lost Sanos) over C2077 (Nightsity) then for the incarnation? I’ll have to think about that explanation and get back to you.

(to be continued)

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00450316

I was walking past the three monks worshipping at a shrine in front of a pretty pink blossoming tree when I saw the TILE umbrella in the distance. I began to wonder: was *that* what they’re really worshipping? They were pointed the right way for it. Maybe the shrine and the tree were there just to guide our eye in the right direction.

I walked up under the umbrella and saw the 4 colors on the opposite side emerge from below. The anti-jewels (!) I think. The ones provided by what Bill Giant calls the system. Better get back to completing my side of the deal, then. Back to “Frank’s Moving Mtn.”

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00450315

It was time for yellow to finally shine. And shine he did (!). He helped me more than anyone else on this list because he observed my creativity in action more than any of the others. Yellow Guy, as we’ll call him (Jack Yellow?) was quite the character. He went by a name that indicated he spoke more with action than words, or spoke his words quietly. We bonded originally, as the Green Dude coming after him, through a particular band/musician, in this case the enigmatic yet eternally relevant, jack-of-all-styles Frank Zappa. I can’t remember exact stuff we spoke about but it was just a general resonance with a lot centered around this 3rd, absent figure, just like with the Green Dude and The Kinks and Bowie later on, almost 10 years later on if I’m counting correctly. And like Green Dude with Bowie in particular, this Yellow Guy, who I’ll keep calling that for convenience sake, knew more about Zappa than I did. I was learning, I was grokking. Now by this time I’d done at least one larger, what I call audiovisual synchronicity with Zappa as a major player, this being “Head Trip” from late 2004. Then “Frank’s Moving Mtn.” where he was also heavily involved came along in 2005 or 2006 — I’m having a hard time pinning down the exact year according to my records. And I’m not sure if I knew Yellow Guy at the time or if he was a direct influence on it. I suppose that would make sense. Anyway, so we have this bond. He was our office’s recycling guy, also serving a lot of the campus as I recall. But when he stopped by he’d always make time to talk. Then lo and behold a vacancy occurred in our office for a part time helper for me. He just happened to be good friends with the person who’d filled that spot for the prior 1/2 year, and, by that time, he’d also befriended my boss who was mainly responsible for the decision to hire him. Took him out of recycling, gave him his own desk and computer, and put us squarely as team moving forward. This arrangement continued for almost a year’s time. We were still friends at the end, but working so closely together in the morning had taken its toll — too many flaws uncovered in both directions, a relationship damaged enough that we haven’t kept in strong contact through the years, although I hear from him every Blue Moon still. I miss the guy.

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00450314

I backed up after passing him, intending to ask the obvious, something like, “Enjoying that Chinese food, bud?” But he piped up first.

“You again,” he said. He recognized me! I thought. And I him too. Desert. Burning. But in the morning: okay. Just an Arasaka crash test dummy robot, if still deactivated. What I mean is that he didn’t have a scratch on him from the burning. And now: here. But, just as quick, “Oh, sorry; never mind,” and started eating away again even though he obviously couldn’t. No internal workings, I mean by that. So I moved on, logged it in as yet another glitch in the matrix. But not after seeing he had a yellow head and was sitting on the same bench as a redhead…

… and then two benches down with only one person between them, a blue haired lady sitting with a green haired dame. TILE again. Or very close, close enough to count, I figured. I was still noticing.

(to be continued)

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00450313

“May I remind you just here that this *could* have been you.”

“No time for dwelling in alternate realities, Jonny. The Prophet’s successor just disappeared in front of us (!). After talking about Alpha Centauri!”

“I wish I could be comforted,” Jonny continued nonplussed, “that aliens were up there, looking after our well being or *not* looking after it. But, truth be told, the only blood sucking vampires up in space with reptilian skin are the corps sitting atop their high towers in their fancy, snakeskin suits with their eyes all lit up from all the eddies they’re taking from the common people down below. I’m a realist V(al). It’s all here and now for me. Look around. What’s in front of your face. No escapist fantasy for this ol’ rocker boy.”

“Speaking of which, Jonny. What do you know about (the town of) Rocky Boy out in the desert? Per chance: named for you?”

“I’d rather not go down that path, talking about alternate realities.” He looks down at his feet, exhales. “Yeah, admittedly I had a hand in that you could say, ha.” He dexterously wiggles the fingers on his silver one, looks over at the Hustle Girl again as we’ve started to call her. He was expressing *his* desired reality in no uncertain terms.

Jonny later said that people *can* just wink out in Nightsity; it’s not unheard of. Because it’s all part of the Matrix, he expressed — everything we know is, he held firm.

(to be continued)

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00450312

“She wanted to *kill* you Madison Perez. She wanted to cut your *head* off, throw the body away in some trash pit in J-Town, and then parade it around town on a pole for all to see. The poll was rigged!”

I couldn’t argue with her since I didn’t know what she was talking about. See, my head had already basically been cut off. From the inside.

—–

We owned a big plot of land out in Texas badlands where most of my people were conceived. Hard to miss with its Big Red P on a sign above the gate. We’d find it. Even without my head.

I needed to confer with my people before the pole comes out.

(to be continued)

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00450311

“Big going’s on down at the Eden Plaza tonight from the sound of it, Madison. Another media frenzy I suppose.”

“Checking,” he says from within their luxurious penthouse apartment overlooking Nightsity’s upscale Charter Hills district, doors opened to the balcony because of the warm night. He scans the hit list on his big boy computer in front of him, picks one from a source he knows and trusts. “Looks like another country to city success story according to this article from the ‘Daily Bungle.’ Couple named, let’s see: Eddie and Eva. Straight from Farmville. Film debut tonight. Something called ‘My Green Square Mile.'”

“Sounds abhorrent,” she weighs in without knowing anything else about the project. More vocal cheering now in the distance. Another celebrity must have arrived at the debut party, she thinks. Maybe that wretched *Cary* who seems to show up whenever these things occur. Cary, she ponders. I wonder who he’s dating these days. Tin? Nah, couldn’t be Tin again. Not after what happened the last time.

“Honey,” says Madison from within, still checking out that article. “You might want to take a look at this.”

She moves away from the sound and through the open door to come alongside her husband, who’s turning the monitor her way. A picture of the front of the plaza with new, golden animal sculptures is enlarged before her, heads cut off but it’s clear what they are anyway from the rest.

“Flamingos??”

(to be continued)

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00450310

He stands up upon the princess’ guard’s approach. “You’re up,” he says to this smiling Mr. X, just happy to be here in this time, this space. Mountaintop.

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00450309

Adventure Time (mythology) appears to be genius, pure genius.

I’ve seen this 4 part harmony before.

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