WHERE YOU ARE
VI
1760CE
mechanical
42°51’21.2”S
147°19’09.4”E
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You are here. You are moving. You are here, and here, and here. And here.
You are moving, your being is one that moves. Your thoughts clatter stutter mutter shudder.
When you were a kid you were scared of the fat controller.
Still in another life you always wanted to be a train driver.
How does it feel to be a train?
Don’t fight it! don’t fight it! don’t fight it!
How good it feels to be a train to be
Built for joy built for speed built to run built for freedom
Point A to point B and back to point A
To be constrained is to be free
To be driven is ecstasy
No track but your track no destination but The Destination
- HOW DOES A BRAIN
- GET INSIDE A TRAIN
In your own timeline machines started thinking recently
You know – ChatGPT, Dall-E, big titty anime GFs stuck in lame computer screens
Here machines have been thinking a long time. Here they are whole beings with selves and sentience and long hard shiny bodies.
You never imagined a machine could be you, could contain you, that you could be feckless frittering twin-shaft driven petrochemical mechanical thought writ metal
What joyous cargo do you bear? what pleasure waystation draws near? what blurry paradise swims into view? what joy it is to be in locomotion
Through the vibration of the tracks you can feel the blissful bounds of the network, trace the trade routes, clock the commuters waiting at the passenger stations sense the sweet metal safety of the subways
How good to be a container
How correct to be transporting
What’s this behind you but your many hollow gentle placid rattling children strung in a row?
- IT’S NOT NATURAL
- IT’S NOT RIGHT
- IT FEELS BAD
It’s good to be driven. It’s good to carry a man in your head who pulls the horn.
Choo-choo. Bliss. The kids rattle hollow mellow vapid placid. Take a little gentle breath breath breath breath breath and spittle out a whistle, passing another set of tracks slow to let the others know you’re good built for joy courtesy built for driving good.
- WHERE IS HE
- HE IS NOT HERE
Something on the track? Not meant to be there? Not your problem. Fritter natter sizzle splatter farewell whomever lingered dwelling tracker dawdler goodbye.
To look for Cay in the wattles, turn to Timeline VII
To look for Cay underwater, turn to Timeline II
To look for Cay in the hive, turn to Timeline XX
To look for Cay in the park, turn to Timeline III
To look for Cay in ????, turn to Timeline IV
To stop looking for Cay, turn to Timeline 0