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Saturday, August 11, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty, Translation; Chapter Six, Collective

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 223, Saturday
August 11th, 2018

Chapter Six: Collective

It was supposed to be the ultimate democracy, a societal collectivization that perfectly represented the will of the Collective. It was more than just a way to tally votes, yes and no.

It reached deep into the psyche of each member and took into consideration the entire scope of its feelings and desires. 

This was the Continuum, and it manifested the will of the body of the Collective. Representing this in a way that was purported to be flawless.

In reality, the Continuum was an algorithm that had become transformed into an artificial and autonomous intelligence.

Continuum was the group mind of the Collective. It focused its highest aspirations together with its deepest desire, both at the micro scale of the individual member and the macro scale of the entire assembly.

It was connected to every part of the whole.

The Continuum was responsible for managing the autonomic functions of the HomeWorld, the Central Planet and the Central System. To fulfill those functions it managed the entire civilization of the Galactic Empire, which continuously fed the Central System with the material resources it required.

The Empire fed the central system and fed the Collective as if it were a hungry god.

The Continuum was its High Priest, the Pontifex Rex, a bridge between the disembodied entities of the Collective and the worlds of time and space.

The Continuum had a gravity of its own, one that pulled individual members into it, securing them in a state of bondage.

It did more than represent the will of the Collective, it guided that will and dominated it.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Collect Politics

Collect Politics
This moment was a gift
It was meant to be
I stole it
I lifted it, from the collection plate
When the offering came my way

This moment was a gift
It was never meant for me
To take
Walk away with, fake
There never was another, better collection
          Of dreams

In this moment of gift
Representations of hope
Clutches of coins, rolls of bills, cheques
Filling envelopes like dreams

Each, moment a gift
A collection of conscience
They are like votes
Given, counted and redirected in an instant