Tuesday, January 21, 2020

FICTION: Undo Their Flow On This

So, as you know, I've recently been playing with the Burroughsian Nova Mythos, dragging that cut-up dada-surreal multiverse of body horror and word virus into the 2020s, creating my own cut-up novel set in the same (or at least similar) cosmology.   As well as bringing me an enormous amount of joy, this process has also come up with a pretty good ratio of interesting / pleasing / perplexing / delightful wordular arrangement, so thumbs up, will continue.

Of course, a cut-up isn't a proper cut-up unless you cut it up into itself several times over.  So I've been taking chunks of the cut-up novel and cutting those up too - and I like some of these results even more than the novel itself (so they'll become part of the novel, naturally).  One of these chunks I named "Undo Their Flow On This", and sent it into Burning House Press - and they published it!   

That's right!  My carefully-constructed stories that I slave over with a fine-toothed-comb and an invested heart seem completely impossible to find a publisher for, but some piece of random gibberish composed by a fucking computer gets published lickety split.  Which is awesome, of course, but still.  


ANYWAY, point is, I got something published.  And here it is:


Saturday, January 11, 2020


No.  You’re wrong.  Simple as that.  The occult solution to Earth’s climate change apocalypse is actually the only solution. 
Sorry.  No. 
There will be no technical solution, no people-power solution, no "green deal" solution.  You’re well-meaning, and pretty smart too, but I say again, no.  You’re just wrong, wrong, wrong.
(Outer space, mutants, a moment of the dead grey giant centipedes but never a traitor to the congregate naked, wearing corrosions of power.)
Let’s see if I can illuminate.
Point Number One: The so-called Developing World on Earth is constantly increasing its emissions, playing desperate catch up with the so-called Developed World.  Industrial Revolution all over again, but on a bigger scale.  Even if somehow - and even this is almost impossible to imagine - even if the United States and the European Union and good old Australia actually had the kind of politicians who would spend the trillions needed to actually achieve net zero emissions by 2030, it would have no real impact worldwide, because China, Africa, India, South America, etc.  No impact.  Even if.  Sorry to be harbinger of bad tidings etc.  Don't shoot the messenger etc. 
Point Number Two: Population.  Think about it.  The human population on planet Earth has doubled since I was born on it, back in 1975.  Doubled.  If human population grows by average of 228,000 ever damn day, which it does, more or less - then in one single week the Earth is populated by about 1,589,000 extra humans.  Every damn week.  You think your power-plants are struggling now?  You aint seen nothing yet.  Just foodwise - which is let's face it a pretty big concern, kinda top of the needs pyramid you could say - planet Earth will have to somehow produce more food in the next forty years than it has in the previous 8,000.  Not exaggerating, soldier.  This shit is serious.  All the food that has been harvested/created/grown/eaten all the way back to B fucking C, is what humans will need to produce just to survive the next single decade.  Remember a decade ago?  Doesn't feel that long, does it.  There are folks here that swear that human society will collapse completely by 2040, just because of food shortages.  That's barely a blink away.
But of course, it's not just food.  Because if planet Earth is going to achieve zero emissions, it needs to create a fuckload more wind turbines, solar panels, etc.  Construction of one single wind turbine requires 900 tonnes of steel, 2,500 tonnes of concrete, and 45 tonnes of plastic. Solar power needs cement, steel, glass, other metals.  Multiply that out by the number of humans that are going to want to use them, and you see what I'm getting at.  Gold.  Silver.  Indium.  Cobalt.  Lithium.  Rare Earths.
Can you see it happening?  Even in your wildest, most optimistic dreamings?  Honestly, in your heart of hearts?
Point Number Three-
Oh. Don't look so sad, soldier.  None of this information is new.  And, point is, there is a solution.  Just not one that most humans can comprehend.
Occult solution.  Cut-up solution.  Interzone solution-
Oh.  Hey.  It's okay-
There there. 
There there.
Here, have a tissue. 
Better?  Not like "completely fixed" better, just "able to cope" better.
Better.  Good.
So - big question - What the fuck does The Agency care about Planet Earth? 
Well, to be perfectly frank, it’s not really about Earth.  It’s all about justice.  Not right that Nova arseholes can take Earth and just thrash it into nothingness.  Conflict, world is infrastructure, crops, are snapped. 
Nova bastards got no respect for polydimensional terms and conditions.  Said it before, and I'll say it again - Earth should be for Earthlings.  At the very least.
Obliteration evolving world, and sleeping, findings of water.  Once the function at control-machine, once human.  The end wrong with the anxiety and dread.
It's not about you.  It's not even about the humans - which, if you recall, I count amongst my own kind, being born completely human barely 45 years ago - a species who, let's face it, aren't looking on the whole all that worthy of rescue.  I say it's all about justice, but I suspect it's not even really that at all.  I suspect it's just because The Agency hates The Nova Syndicate. 

Agency has a chip on its shoulder about those Nova cats, massive bug up its collective arse, it's personal.  Mythical vendetta.  Psychopompic feud.  Ditheistic bickering.  It's like Satan and Jehovah, or Apep and Ra, or CONTROL and KAOS - old school duological absolutist animosity that is bigger than time and space.  Alternate players, servers of soundless hum… 

Petty retaliation, perhaps.  Kneejerk anti-Nova peevishness. 
Who knows?
Not one to question my orders from Above, soldier. 
But you can't help but speculate.
The climate caper can't be solved through traditional means.  But we can cut it up, break the control lines, rewrite the script through occult methodologies.  The Back Door.  No other way. 
Time travel, black magick, deepfake possession, mass hypnosis, terrain drugs - whatever it takes, whatever we have access to.   There's many excellent cats who are anti-Nova, owe a favour or two.  Able-bodied horror and used human - Different control corpses – code.  Many individuals who'd love nothing more than to see climate change routine go south, many many folk who would love nothing more than to see those Nova weasels lose and lose bad.  We will use any and every means at our disposal.  Down the walls in incredibly secretive weigh in on criminals.  We've got more cards in our deck than it looks.  I promise you, we'll win, or die trying.
Buck up, soldier.  Don't take it so personal.  Even if we lose, it's just a planet.  You know how many planets there are?  Literally-
Oh.  Shit. 
Here, have another tissue. 
Was it something I said?
Conceptions of Egypt and Mesopotamia. As of the reasons. Are connected.
Discernible foundation, somehow to space - and the old cosmogony and evil spirits, human civilization, a bottomless void identity.
The disease: Flesh-Eating fungus has adapted in the heat. Meant to fight killed 50 million people.
For defining itself — Nearly unbeatable and live. According to Flesh-eating bacteria called million people in - scientists observed faster inside - Sea levels rise, to the drugs - without any abyss.
Of dead sinners is forever deferred and secular West, aquatic chaos of contexts, it is become a part practically from insect, as I suffocate, I struggled smokers, as it so badly - for sick, bright pink, is separate dimensions.
Did you know that climate change is making humans stupider?  Experimental studies in connections between air quality, cognitive psychology, and neuroscience, have revealed significant negative effects of everyday CO2 levels on human cognitive function. 
Just putting it out there.
(Sorry if I slip in and out of focus.  Been a while since I used human codes.  Been cutting control lines on Acheron of late – spent a long time communicating only with colours and scents - takes a while to relearn the movements of teeth and tongue and larynx human-style.  Bear with me.)
So.  Can take a while to get your head around.  No shame in confusion.  All reactions are valid at this point.
Basically, we - you and me - need to get into the climate script and denarrative the fucker - dive in deep to the foundations of what's generating the Nova energies and scrape them clean - alter the code - redirect the plot mechanisms.  The story engine, so to speak.  
In to infiltrate the fragmentary warrants taken - shadow monster had obsolete, unthinkable trades - sleeping enemy, sellers laboratory - and atomic of unconstituted police - the ocean floor instead being overgrown dust.
May require some heavy lifting - there's so much tied up in the Capitalism story and the Bloodline story and the Genderarchy story, that's a lot of memetic demolition to deal with on any given Sunday - but the Agency is not afraid of hard work. 
Mechanisms may not take it, to be honest.  Whole thing might break on us.  So much coiled and woven into each other - so many control-lines support each other - so much riding on the outcomes they've set into motion millenia ago.   Followers of planet, in the summit to signal.  

Trapped that strangles the game board.  

I am not with insect calm.
And of course, let's not forget - Nova syndicate are absolutely not going to let us undo their flow without a fight.  Tooth and fucking nail, soldier.  They have much riding on this.  Out and effect - The police are based on fact missiles.  Own structures become. Many deals, many parties deeply invested - this is not a minor operation by any means.  We will face much resistance.  
Still - better to try and fail.  Even if we destroy the whole fucking thing, even if the whole planet collapses in on itself and the entire Earth sector is rendered null and void, we've gotta try, don't you think soldier?
Don't you?
The growing thousand time.
The minutes away.