BIG-WAVE SURFER

BIG-WAVE SURFER. Climactic apocalypse is on us. A big crashing wave. Dive under. Or surf the motherfucker. The click-drifts of human consciousness. We never manage to span the cosmic gulfs between us. Hole-flows. Unexpected calamity. You are unimpressed by the machinic virtuality of my existence. We disappear into a labyrinth of hyperlinks. No surfboard leash, no Ariadne’s thread between us. Let the great white strike, if it must... it is an eating-machine. I am sure we have eaten plenty of its kind. There is latent fish-DNA in us. We emerge from the sea. Only to become plastic people in concrete block towers. Every elevator-ride is an act of vertigo. You underestimate the magma-plume in my cock. I go Krakatoa on your face. We laugh and eat raspberry sherbet. Everybody is on television. Except for us. We like privacy. The possibility of being alone. Electromesh panties are all the rage at Nazaré. Red lighthouse. The medieval fortress on a cliff. Our flexomotile-spines in the water. Splashing & churning. Gasping for life. The recursive codes of human memory. What constitutes “mind”? Are you sure? Are you thinking? Your “cognition” intrigues me. The patterning and distribution of sex. Are you happy with your language system? We should get together. Make some noise. The “structured properties” of the body-body fucking machine. The high-security facility is used for SETI research. Our ID badges get us in. Adjunct lecturers at such-and-such University. This is an information space. Eggs. Butter. Hummus. Squash. Personal computers are far more personal than you might imagine. You are the author of over 300 scientific papers. Bananas. Apples. Strawberries. Blueberries. The mind-machine interface. The micropause before orgasm. Biosphere. The feedback cycles. Totalitarianism is maximum entropy. Solar energy. Biotechnical amplification. The electroshocks of fucking. The Noösphere. The Anthropocene. Female cyberguerilla militants on the island of Lesbos at the end of the Holocene. You and I are a kind of writing-machine. Coming as a sort of Cyberrevolution in Cyberia.

by R.G. Vasicek

R.G. Vasicek is the engineer of the Prague/NYC cybernetic anti-novel THE DEFECTORS. He lives in his Mind.