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DeepUnderground#6
DeepUnderground#6
“It’s like… A darkweb reality show…” - Cipher_O
(Xanadu)
Many rooms…
Many cameras…
A lung room…
A brain room…
* * *
(The Brain Room)
Underground, enveloped in cool, venturing into…
Cold.
Ample space, high ceilings.
Either, architectural marvel, or, audacious gambling.
I have technology everywhere.
Technology and machines.
Still…
I look at overwritten reality, through prototype, augmented reality glasses.
Made of graphene or some such space age revelation.
* * *
Screens, activated by retinal movements.
James Bond shit.
Starting from the right, as a random act of variation, I inspect the screens, each portraying a portal into another world.
A world inside of a world.
And I, like a juggler, keeping them in the air.
* * *
Screen One: The Kitchen
This is more like “a kitchen”…
A kitchen in a land, far-far away.
But yes…
It is… “A kitchen”…
Where is it?
Not even I know.
And yet I have access to the goings on, and the goings on are activities out of the cookbook from Satan’s workshop.
Including Satan’s little helpers.
I thought of them as Clockwork Elves.
They come from strange places, in any event.
Somewhere fierce.
* * *
Screen Two: Pegasus
An MK ULTRA like experiment, someone, enveloped in stone, tied to a chair, gag in mouth.
Wearing white panties and a t shirt.
She is coming to the end of her rope, I think.
Fortunes won.
Fortunes lost.
A river of digital signals, triggering binary switches, making markets.
Markets of the strange and fantastic. Fantastique.
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