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individualism in a sheepish world creates thinkers, they said. That must be why we were put in prison. Our thinking had to be contrained and restrained. Our tumbulation devices may well have been feared, had anybody the inkling of what we hoped they might do. They were non-linear, organic and realistic, tumbling through the sky and yet not without equilibrium and control, thanks to Otolith. Our captors said music and sport are part of
the puzzle in the human brain. They said, these endeavours are not separate, they are part
of the overall equation. They said, imagination takes us to far more interesting realms yet
we hold in esteem those who are stronger and faster. They went on, saying that admiration and
participation of everything physical is overriding the cerebral. They then added a note all about balance, asserting that is was in everything and everything must be in balance.
We nodded at them as they asserted their will. Their demands were so immense that they could have filled the universe with the sounds of their unarticulated yearning. Yet they were unspeakably vague at the same time. Theirs was a yearning for eternity, children and happiness. Ours was to make a structure which retained its power of trajectory through Otolith and contained within its coal black walls all the memories of the 20th century.
We'd put the tumbulation to the test much quicker if we didn't have to cope with these other unspeakable demands, which, to put it frankly were just hurdles to us. Let the inarticulate ones breed and revel in their demands that others help them to make their world or indefinable balance, but we had work to do and real projections into the jet black sky.
If we catered to everything, they'd break us down again. They did not themselves know the meaning of their own requirements, as these were made up of an indescribable yearning. We imagined they wanted us to take care of their children and bring them up to expect the universe to smile upon them every moment, but it was not smiling on us -- we who were in danger of forgetting our pasts. It seemed they wanted to make us more like children with their obscure, indefinable idea of a perfect harmony and balance.
We had only one Otolith to work with, that had been brought to us by Noni that one night she had worked her way in. If it rotted or deteriorated we would lose our chance. We can't be focusing forever on the children and the harmony. Something has to give. This prison cell was starting to smell more and more like shit.
I'd have to set up the computers and get them to work again before they forced us once again to move. For some reason we were never allowed to stay in one place for too long.
We nodded at them as they asserted their will. Their demands were so immense that they could have filled the universe with the sounds of their unarticulated yearning. Yet they were unspeakably vague at the same time. Theirs was a yearning for eternity, children and happiness. Ours was to make a structure which retained its power of trajectory through Otolith and contained within its coal black walls all the memories of the 20th century.
We'd put the tumbulation to the test much quicker if we didn't have to cope with these other unspeakable demands, which, to put it frankly were just hurdles to us. Let the inarticulate ones breed and revel in their demands that others help them to make their world or indefinable balance, but we had work to do and real projections into the jet black sky.
If we catered to everything, they'd break us down again. They did not themselves know the meaning of their own requirements, as these were made up of an indescribable yearning. We imagined they wanted us to take care of their children and bring them up to expect the universe to smile upon them every moment, but it was not smiling on us -- we who were in danger of forgetting our pasts. It seemed they wanted to make us more like children with their obscure, indefinable idea of a perfect harmony and balance.
We had only one Otolith to work with, that had been brought to us by Noni that one night she had worked her way in. If it rotted or deteriorated we would lose our chance. We can't be focusing forever on the children and the harmony. Something has to give. This prison cell was starting to smell more and more like shit.
I'd have to set up the computers and get them to work again before they forced us once again to move. For some reason we were never allowed to stay in one place for too long.
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