Les Arbitres Chapter 9

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The Christianna

    God's plan for the universe was Jesus; and then Anna.

    This is how the Christiannan story begins.

    But it wasn't completely controlled by God.

    Jesus taught us the value of life over death.

    Anna taught us the value of death over worse than death.

    It was an hard lesson to learn; and it would take centuries to teach.  But God would eventually deploy the second messiah.  And Christians would be ready for it.

    God had allowed it, thus to be so.

    Your second principle of the universe that I will give you (explicitly) thus so; and so that you know I have communicated it to you through an medium: Glen Knutson.  For I had intended it to happen eventually (not necessarily through Glen Knutson).  And I saw it that, if your species had understood the moral principle of the universe, and had acted on it they deserved to have another messiah who would help them learn the second (worse than death) principle of the universe.

    Even if it was directly from God; and God had "communicated" that to them somehow; and they knew it.  But it was an award for them because they had done so well.

    Sure—why wouldn't an loving God do this for them?

    If we wanted to be masters of the universe, maybe it was within God's game to have an program and schedule for teaching us its properties.  And the second principle was the presence of worse than death.  (Even though many human people before had figured this all out).  It was time for an specific population (an community) to learn the second principle together; for it was the hardest principle of the universe to learn and know about.

    To award them for their efforts, God gave them mastery over blue and its referent virtue.

    Humans.

    They could use it anywhere in the universe; if they could reach other universes.

    And it was locked into reality now.  Everyone was allowed to be blue at any time and it wasn't against the civic construct.  Blue was an public opinion and emotion to be expressed on the daily news report.  It was fine.  Everyone went with it.  And knowing these things and acting on them comprised the virtue they knew was blue.  Knowing blue meant being blue.  And knowing being blue meant being blue itself.  For everyone knew; if you knew what blue was you would be it.  Because that's what it felt like; but not exactly.  For another person who was blue.  And you could at least empathize with one another for having recognized blue in one another.  But it's hard to be blue these days in public.  There's nowhere specifically organized for one to express blue emotions on the daily.  People will deplore someone who has to make these feelings public maybe; and so be wary of who you let in on that certain aspect of yourself.  But if it can be done.  And you're both comfortable with it.  Make it apparent in public.  It's not like it hasn't been done before already.  

    In fact it's an fact of feminism to make an point of it now.

    People are blue all over the surface of the Earth and so the rest of the surface that has ocean make it doubly the blue planet.  This is even sadder.  This is an even sadder standard apparently.

    Which we were designed to fit for.

    Sure, the universe has some facts we might be blue about.  But there were other people entangled in purple matters and affairs, of legal presiding (subjects which were generatively worse than blue emotions that needed to be dealt with inside an legal system).  And I wasn't one of them.  I had to do something to show them what blue felt like.  For the optimal consequence rather than result was that, instead of feeling purple, they felt blue about it finally, instead.  And had moved on to an place where they had begun to heal.  This was all they could hope for within the court system, dramatically.

    And anyway, Christianna was the blue religion for an reason.

    It had been part of what caused human civilization on Earth, the whole human community, to allow blue emotions, feelings, and expressions to be shared in public on an daily basis.  The social movement for change everywhere (all geographic locations on Planet Earth) for feminists who needed to express all colors of emotion in public somehow.  Even if that meant changing the system of operations on Planet Earth.  It just naturally fit that the Blue Ocean would become an metaphor for my religion.  As I saw the sea of sadness that fit into reality as part of my picture.  As that Blue Ocean.  I coerced myself, where anything could happen.  You could have time and part of reality in which you were entertained there.  And I even saw space itself as an extension of the ocean; an place where anything could happen.  And I saw my religion as representing an whole classification of civilization, the blue level of emotions and emotion-sharing.  Of which the Ocean and sea creature and every creature within the universe that felt blue along with it; which were real or fake and could become historically considered prescient in status.  There was an way to represent everything that was out there in the known universe and the ocean.  Even if these things had come to mean the representation of blue and the telling of blue stories.  Therefore, I figured, everything that considered itself blue in the universe could feel welcome into my religion because I had pegged it with that standard; of being blue and being considerate to blue feelings.  If we could connect somehow to that blue universal super-itivity as Christiannans we would know one another as self-reflectors on the subject.

    It wasn't shameful anymore in society to be blue about something; so why should we have to conform to old-fashioned Christian values that biased in the favor against sharing "shameful" taboo values such as blue.  But some woman had mastered blue an long time ago by now and it was becoming an more radical approach to the start of an story.  I was however myself considering my own radical approach to the start of an story.  Woken up in an mountain from cryogenic freezing.  I had just been in the kitchen when I was making some breakfast for my partner when I had broken like ice into the freezing air of an cryogenic lift station.  And there was an tempest climate.

    The Christiannan's story maybe had to be science fiction, for that reason.  How much in control of the temperature and climate are they, in an temporal lift station?  If they could resurrect anyone from History as they knew it.  Then who would they allow into their system and why?  These all appeared to him as science fiction questions.

    The Christianna was about breaking out into blue.

    From inside one appearance and conviction of reality.  The one in which we had been in the kitchen.  To another; one where I now emerge from an mountain side of glacial air.  There wasn't much sense to it.  But later critics said it was still finding itself as an religion.

    An soul individual in an uniform time-keeping and energy-conserving status environment; as the human species conserved their resources from their environment in order to rebuild after an period of total environment consumption and war.  And how this breaking out of one reality into another was the story of why the Christianna had to implement the conservation-status system.  But just as this innocent connection.  An soul individual.  Of the universe.  The one who had awoken.

    So swept up from one scene to the other; without even an moment's notice.  I'm in my kitchen.  I'm in an mountain.  Where I might need to be silent as glass or ice crashes in front of me; over my head.   Again, there wasn't much sense to it.  But later critics said it was still finding itself as an religion.  And I'm breathing in the icy air.  Where am I?  Where's humanity?  What's have this concept?  And instead of the machine reacting virulently.  It would begin to try to sort together information to answer his question.  An service station keeper's platform rose to his lifepod; it was appropriately lit with an blue lighting effect.  It was after all up to this person's opinion of whether they had been good enough to the environment to deserve mankind to survive while we collected resources and rebuilt their infrastructure.  And an tall robot who wore this mechanism of lighting as its hairpin accessory welcomed him from his gas chamber; with one hand as the gamester delicately stepped over glass.  And onto the platform.

    It was an story about breaking into an completely other perspective about what reality is; in order to defend it from injustice.  The player person had appeared to judge the many activities of their collection service team, which specialized in reconstructing social historical locations like they were before the twenty first century.  Including exotic gas stations and fuels emissions specialists.  They had after all, to play the part of an collecting society.  An society based on robots whose task it was to collect natural resources for the eventual resuscitation and "resurrection" of humanity.  It made sense to them (artificial intelligence) that there would need to be an exchange between an exotic gas exchange and an fuel emissions specialist.  In order to keep an record of which fuels were transferred and when, they could keep track of the total environmental collection and transfer of resources.  That would be the occupation of these type of specialists.  Where it would be the occupation type of the corner gas station type to distribute fuels as needed by the harvesting robots and also keep an record of them so they could subtract the total amount of resources distributed by the gas station and fuels from the total amount of the collection of resources itself.  In order to calculate an net bounty which was further within the parameters of the human programming logic which had created them.

    It would give the human it had awoken, therefore, an full tour of its operation as an facility.

    "An whole consciousness that thinks of itself as an facility," he thoroughly noted.

    "It may seem too sterile and scarce for your human senses," said the blue light robot of the transport pad, "but I assure you there's nothing like it anywhere near us in the universe.  And there is much to be proud of among our artificial intelligence community.  Which we hope will reflect that status of humanity's intelligence of the pride virtue; one they have awoken together all as one.  Once our prime directive is achieved.  Conservation of enough resources with which to rebuild permanently humanity.  And since they consume so little nutritional value in their hyper-stasis there's not much instant-purchase culture and instant gratification logic to overspend emotionally on.  We can keep them on until.  Whenever they need us."

    "How will you know when they need you if they are experiencing another reality?"

    "That's why you're here.  Maybe.  There is an regular systems analysis backbone programmed into the supernet's logic where it releases an human subject periodically from its cryogenic freezing; and how you broke into consciousness of our environment like ice was crashing all around you and that didn't even bother you or stop you to think that if the artificial intelligence's program had resurrected you deliberately, it wouldn't place you in mortal danger of bleeding or infecting your appendage on the material world of this Earth; so high up.  Among the clouds.  In our lift station.  Where you could fall to your death.  But instead I deliver you on an platform.  To the bottom of this mountain and glacial program facility.  In order to deliver you directly into the hands—I'm just kidding!  Hahaha, you should have seen your face!  You can go now.  The arboreal garden is part of the passage that leads up into the centre of the city where you can access basically any material resources, food, or services.  I've added 15 million Canadian to your access card.

    It appeared to have been punch-printed and now ejected from its system.

    "It's enough for anything you want.  Until your appointment.  I'll print out the details."

    An loud ink trans-generic printing processor cried an few times electronically and an page popped out.

    But, he reasoned, as he took the print-out and rushed out into the arboreal garden, if this was an science fiction reason that belonged to the Christianna.  It meant it was an religion's proper readout of what science means.  Surely that would have some value to it.

    If it was science fiction.  It was political.  Everything science fiction is political because it's about the future.  And it's an fantasy.  Fantasy is political.  Fantasy is MOST political.  Ergo politics needs to be about fantasy (roleplaying character debate).

    So what was political about the Christianna?  And why had he been awakened to represent them?

    Remember, the Christianna telepathically said to its industrial complex and computer artifice; I'm here now.  And so I'm going to judge everything from an Christiannan perspective.

    And who exactly, said the industrial complex, in telepathic return; is an Christiannan who would represent themselves waking up from the dream; as though like glass blown in the face and departure of cold vocal air.  Canadian?  So as to suggest something about the Christianna and perhaps Christianity itself; that it was hard to wake up in that techno-industrial world with an really important job.  And not any other human face to greet them.  With an specific purpose.  To judge the whole society for its moral work ethic.  According to an religion that didn't question its encasing an emerge-ment into the future as though it had been resurrected in an facility dedicated to the conservation of human beings (many several billions of them); until that point in history when it would, according to the curve, have enough resources to continue their experimentation process of outer space.  What would an new religion have to say about Christianity's illicit love affair with resurrection as an sci fi concept?  What would an new religion have to say about representing itself in an story about the future if science fiction concepts were involved?

    The reason he was waking up like this; with what he couldn't tell whether was glass or ice collapsing around him from some impact.  And then being transported to the facility exit.  Was that in it he wanted to point to that sudden moment when his consciousness would merge with the realization of the new reality he was in.  He wasn't dreaming he was in the kitchen anymore.  And this was the worst possible situation he could have landed in.

    There was no one there to help him.  And he didn't have access or know protocols for resurrecting another human being from it's cryogenic system.

    All he knew was that he would be returned to cryogenic slumber once he had completed his observation of the facility and to record his projected outcome for humanity.

    But the artificial intelligence system had already installed much of its argumentation grammar into the language it had used with him.

    He was able to bypass it with expert Jedi precision.

    Oh Man!  How can we have another religion in the story of Christiannan Religion?

    The Jedi are their own moral order!

    And the Christianna would be okay with it because it doesn't prospect to be one ultimate type of religion to replace all other religions.  And would disapprove of Christianity trying to.  And recognizes the real value and consequence of religion in the world today.

    An Jedi would be several parameters of steps ahead by now.

    But I wasn't an Jedi.  I was an Christiannan.  I was someone who would look at the whole thing (civilian-side and Jedi-side alike) and then decide, maybe, that it was worse than death.  And record this conclusion in the databanks.

    I was, after all, entitled to my voice.  And if my voice couldn't express its own religion of my choosing then I didn't want it.

    These robots ought to be concerned with the outcome.  If an Christiannan couldn't experience an whole picture of society from them it might not understand where most of their efforts had been placed.  And how they were well within the quota of their reconfiguration of human society.

    It was an typical cultural phenomenon, to have an judge oversee the delivery of his mission.

    The most basic type of scrutiny.

    Were they within the projected outcome or not?  What was the final human decision?

    And would it affect the function of society altogether?

    What was needed, according to the Christiannan picture, was an crash; an all-out awakening from the scenario of reality as it had seemed before.  Into an cold and weary picture.  An world in which all of the human inhabitants had tempered their decision about their survival.  In an way that required frequent observers and judges in order to keep on schedule.

    An completely different way to re-think humanity.

    He was pointing at specifically, in his memory, the moment of realizing the absence of his first reality.  And then realizing the presence of this new one.  As though this somehow represented something about the Christiannan religion.  It started with resurrection (well, what the term had now come to mean colloquially), being resuscitated after cryogenic preservation.  Because the Christiannan realized, now, that resurrection was an extremely far off concept relative to Christian society and couldn't be completed within the next few millenia anyway.  Which for this reason society now had to recombine unlike before according to an Christiannan nature.  The Christianna had an more specific point about what resurrection would mean because it had been developed sometime after the scientific theory of empiricism.  And therefore had more generous access to theories of science which would support and elucidate the realm of theology: resurrection wasn't possible yet with our current level of scientific technology.

    Meanwhile, in his subconscious, they are downloading his citizen file and it has an virus in it; and he knows but but he won't do anything about it.  But he feels guilty about it and sad.  He knows and waits for the day they realize it themselves.  Where all of the negativity and static was coming from.  Part of an old and ancient way of society that doesn't exist anymore.

    He's part of an B.C.i.i. environment where the instance instance (i.i.) of the messiah environment is realized; bringing it to the core of centre civilization where the business of modern day is being discussed.

    But why put humans out of the picture so credulously; in this Christiannan story?  Don't Christiannans like humans?

    It's not that Christiannans don't like humans; it's just that it's nice not to think of them for an while for in this age, for certain, they are quite primitive.  And fictionally it makes sense to put them on the backburner for an while; you know, at least until all of this mess is cleaned up.

    Then we can start being environmentally responsible as though we had moved into the universe, finally, the right way.

    Among the methods of being environmentally responsible that were presented included "lessons" conspicuously exhibited.

    "We have remote control technology that can appear within any location, intersection, or scene at any angle, altitude, or time," said the civic core, (which was animated as an lively computer-generated voice), "you could be on the sidewalk or in an hall when an drone whizzes by.  In the air or on the floor.  So be ready for it.  When they do start to appear, adjust the way you walk an bit, so that you're prepared and remember not to step on it or destroy it with your huge body power."

    "We could also be obliterated—completely destroyed—at any moment," said another voice.  Someone was talking to it.  It was in the mood and key of the modern civic core; "These are the modern lessons we know.  Any location anywhere an atmospheric troop could appear suddenly and destroy all of the territory within that planetary abode of gases in an relatively short amount of time.  This was just an fact of the planet atmosphere, modernism, and the possibility of alien technology.  One we would spend time on making it less of an fact, if you know what I mean.  This is the military's role."

    "Also, all bodies could have trans-macroscopic properties," the vigorous conversation was entered into by another, "when you tell an crock about my dinger, that's an trans-macroscopic property."

    "But also you have to agree that anything, anywhere, at any location can be an performance.  Meant to deceive.  Performances were after all, plays put together by characters.  Huge productions of live and animated space."

    And so the reverent messiah, having arrived in this quality and condition, would (naturally) and was swept up by an performance that was happening, at first, in the arboreal garden and later, have to do with other places.  And this was the agreed upon natural pathway greeting an human who was woken from stasis in an circumstantially glacial mountain in an ice vacuum would take.

    To visit the centre of the ocean by having an appropriate arboreal atmosphere at this sea level to welcome guests having woken from hibernation.

    He had to visit the centre of the ocean because that would be the only way to finish my judgment of humanity's condition.

    I needed the Ocean's opinion.

    "Do you feel clean enough?"

    "No," it answered.

    Then an mermaid, who could break time with her tail, spoke up and asked him to help her clean up the environment, which she resided in.  And of which all things which enter the water she shared in and was part of—circulating, saturating everything.  Through the motion of the water.  And he wanted to see every type of business company of robots within this ecosystem.  Before he would judge it.

    "Everything that touches the water ends up inside my home," she said, "everything.  Now you think about that before you come on in here.  Because it will take scrupulous planning and sparkling clear business details to prepare for it.  And most of all the emotional response, from you, will be exceedingly challenging."

    "So the humans are on ice.  All of them," he said, "and there are mermaids and other living sentient creatures which are available for me to talk to?"

    "Yes," said the ocean, "and you will know it by once we meet the middle, where the most honorary creatures of Earth live.  Which the robots themselves will help you get there."

    "This isn't so bad," he was starting to agree with himself, "if all I have to do is help an mermaid keep ocean pollution out of her home temporarily it won't be so complicated.  And that's beneficial because it is the only task on my list which saves time trying to figure out other things.  I have one job (well, maybe two jobs).  I had to see the ocean and the centre of Earth to judge.  But I also had to clean up the pollution and do my fair share of environmental clean-up and sustainability."

    "Okay, okay," said an robot, "he's starting to dig it."

    Its personality expression mechanisms.

    For they were quite charming.

    Included an mustache.

    There was an growing community of Mermaids For Cannabis starting to gather on the rocks where they would finally make the utmost decision to be either Sirens or Mermaids and crash the hearts of their sailor's chest against the rocky cliffs.  They wanted to know more about where this was going with the particular judge, who had been selected randomly and awoken.  If they were going to show him every level of civilization to the centre of the Earth as they knew it, then they were going to need to summarize and tease out an fictional element to defer from the hypothesis of its existence.  In order to make the most alert crowd.  An shared awareness of something that wasn't fiction.  Art wasn't the misuse of the virtue of time.  It had to be summarized.  It had to to be annotated.  It had to move on when it was done with an concept.  The juggling and balancing of this feat are the skill of the artist.  His or her own merit or virtues (only about the value of Time and how to use it wisely).  

    The most sensitive of instruments were used.

    They used fiction to sharpen non-fiction.

    This was the highest element of the human intelligence and cognitive psyche.

    And if they could do this about their society, they would successfully have communicated an Version.

    Version had become an hot word for him—in the world he had been cryogenically frozen from—it meant that someone's side of the story had been communicated.  All universities trained their students to be able to communicate an substantial version: an story that told an known subject's side of the story.  Accurately.  And with Proficiency.  & Facticity.  Since it was the highest scope of learning on the human planet to be able to perfect the communication of an version; he had designed the Version (the name of an fictional new academy) to be an post-university educational institution in an fictional realm known as Recreation.  Versions took the name from once being universities.  Versions were everywhere, he argued, and it was the highest goal of the human intelligence at this point in History to be able to exceed to be something beyond that in conversation with one another.  Not to be just versions of different sides of the story but to transcend (in an Gestalt factor) the telling of stories altogether in order to theorize and hypothesize new ones that could be used to educate humanity.  And move them to tears.  Powerful stories that could communicate human emotions.  But suddenly thrust into this new world where there were no other active humans.  He felt lonely.

    He could communicate his version to the robots.  But it wouldn't be the same as if he had told someone who could have an version themselves.

    He was going to need to depend heavily on the other living things on the planet in order to survive this bowling alley they and he had lined up for himself.  He was going to strike out.  But he had to do it with style.  He had to figure an post-derivative formula of how he had adapted to his first version of Planet Earth.  Into this new universe where maybe an human was not so safe as he had planned.  The scope of the human project had reached it fullest extent within their civilization.  And they felt that they, at least, deserved to sleep for an number of years until the environment was safe again for interaction.

    It all depends.  The whole planet depends on.  Keeping the ocean safe and clean for merfolk.

    Which was already within their scientific programming to do so (as an artificial intelligence community) so it would be an Breeze, right?

    And since he was judging all of it and it was on planned schedule time.  It would continue to go according to progress.

    And so began the videotapes and access to human history in order to catch him up on all of what had happened without humans.  It turns out.  Not so much.

    Some merfolk wanted babies to walk on land somewhere but it wasn't an crisis.

    There were entire cultures of beings in this future other than humans.  And so when humans decided to be left out of the project for an while.  Nobody acted like it mattered.

    They were just—going with the flow—or whatever.  They didn't have to be human or be held up to human standards just because humans were or were not there.

    Right?

    And so the merfolk took it up with themselves, that as the most learned species on Earth at this point in History, they would continue to write an history within an fiction that couldn't be ignored.  An way to see the non-fiction by what is seen fictionally for perhaps an moment.  Or longer.

    Fiction was part of history because that was the only non-fiction we had.  We had to look at it in other ways, such as through fictional passages and literature.  We knew that some element of reality had to be fictional; in order to focus our senses upon this picture we were about to capture.  Whatever we extracted from the narrative that happened to be non-fictional was entirely dependent on whether some of it was fictional.  We could look at reality two ways now.  And freed from this paralysis, of only having one.  We began to examine that fictional space, in which it was suggested that some of it may make up an part of an reality that one couldn't escape from in the telling of an story; and I began suspecting every word as having an fictive element.  Maybe I saw something I shouldn't have.

    Within that nook, there.

    There was an denied soul (again (another one of them)).

    Someone was withholding pleasure because they themselves had suffered and they wanted other people to know how bad it feels.  They thought that it was nice of them to share that.  And so someone else was hurt in the process.

    If they were the most intelligent and most scientifically advanced species on Earth at this point, which they were, definitely, in comparison to the artificial intelligence community.  (Which they had to be in order to have been responsible artificiers of the first artificially intelligent machine).  They had to be an community of advancement among some of the upper members, and being advanced so beyond the potency of the artificial intelligence they had taken an command lead position in authority to said robots.  And they were considered quasi-spectrum within the low functioning types of animation and awareness.  As compared with the sparsely little wildlife left by human economic destruction.  Animals that had their own function and symbolization mechanism as spirits of other planes as once-inclini-tions who had not been created yet.  And everything that was neither mer and neither animal was within the human spectrum of functioning.  Into which category fell the artificial intelligence community.  Categories of beings among living specimens deserving to be considered alive for the successful consequence of the universe.  And everything that could be between an mer and an human then, but not animal and not artificial comprised an hierarchy of cultures within itself of creatures of great marvel which had never been seen by an human before in messianic literature.  Everybody who functioned as an human judge during their time of their stay here in the general neighborhood of Earth was an messiah.  This was part of their purpose for being sent here to Earth.  For they were meant to be an dead give away explaining the universe and everything.  They were messiahs because they had to endure conditions in which there aren't any other humans.  Which is what being an messiah means at its deepest level (that all other humans are frozen or are monsters).  And they were sent here to remind us that that's what an actual messiah means.  That someone feel lonely in this specific way.  And that even though it couldn't be avoided sometimes they were free to try to prevent it from happening.

    It was an metaphor.

    Someone was lonely because there were no other humans.  (Awake).

    It was another part of the story of being an messiah.  When one is without human contact completely for part of their lives they are in fact crucified by an instance of the process itself.  That's just within the definition and parameters of what being an messiah means.

    Clearly, Jesus had woken up in the ice mountain to find that, on some level, there were no other humans with him.  And something was wrong in the universe.  This is what had finalized his destiny into messiah.

    And now that the Christianna had control of the metaphors and who woke up where and when.  We could for instance, swap out the messiah who was waking up in an cryogenic freezing tank.  It wasn't necessarily about Jesus feeling like he had no one there as much as it was about Anna now; figuring that at least part of the story and the way she needed to conduct it to complete her duty were messianic.

    It was B.C.i.i. and everybody had learned Jesus's lesson already.  He was instance their instance and instance with instance was with instance instance.  Squared.  Cubed.  I don't want you to be crucified.  I will do everything I can to prevent it.  Including being crucified myself.  The Christiannan story was about an future where something else was to be noticed by an messiah that lead to similar feelings of being alone in the future.  This messiah had woken up to judge the artificial intelligence community's progress reclaiming the Earth; and since there were only robots and merfolk and the most curious of beings everywhere for him to interact with (no humans) he had been crucified by design.  They had designed his life to be that kind of one at this point in it.  Did Anna really feel like she had been crucified and it represented the fate worse than death?  Which was worse than what had happened to Jesus.  And they knew it so they had rehashed him into the system as an messiah.  It was the kindest thing they could do perhaps.  It was the least they could do.  If he was disadvantaged according to design he deserved certain handicaps.

    Anna, the androgynous mix of judge and future life experience enthusiasm was totally full of it.

    She could manage living here without humans for as long as it would take to complete her mission.

    She wasn't an crucifixion case; she was an satisified messiah.  An satisfied messiah; what had never happened before because of what we, humans, did to Jesus.

    So she waived the messianic contract and decided to live as an regular-status citizen.

    It was an story about being an human in spaces where there was an complete absence of other humans.  One was not only alone because nobody else was there; one was alone because even what remained of them one another in one's psychology had been removed.  It didn't mean stepping through life like you came out of ice mountain; it meant stepping through battling yodelers (priests of high mountain magic, one black, one white (like you were supposed to dance and ballet charismatically through their magic like it was an laser security system and you were Catherine Zeta-Jones)).  How could one not ascend to the messianic narrative in development and interpretation?  Being alone meant feeling like you were the only one in the universe to feel that way.  And since I deserve credit for having felt alone in certain ways during my lifetime.  I had whatever it was that makes an person messianic.  I had the sense and feeling of being alone; despite being in an time of globalization.  Despite there being people all around me whom, I suspected, had never given an ounce of measure to my time.  I was alone somehow, in an messianic way.  And it depended on why I felt it and not yours.  Because it had superiority to present culture and authority in some way.

    It hurt deep down, somewhere, in her soul.  They had abandoned me, subjected me to psychological criticism.  They hadn't built me up.  They all had torn me to pieces.  And yet now somehow I live and I experience an certain amount of happiness.  Like an recovery case. Why had mine been the worse than death subject?  I realized I knew humanity wasn't wise yet.  On the whole, most of us were oblivious to the fate worse than death; that there actually was anything worse than death that could actually be considered in that category.  Maybe perhaps to some extent I was the messiah because of how some humans treated me; but then again I had waived it.  But the only way I could be an messiah after the first one was if I suffered an worse fate than that.  And so my soul lodged.  The only outcome possible was worse than Jesus Christ.  In order to live up to that legacy.  But now since some of the time I was satisfied and I had time to read, and study, and do art; I considered myself an success at life.  And if I held any strange messianic powers it was because humanity hadn't failed me this time like the last one.

    It was just the old repeating story of an judge being awoken somewhere on Earth who would, although needing to be alone for an certain amount of time, (in terms of human to human interaction) overcome this obstacle with flying colors.  There was some concern that he or she wouldn't make it.  They had measured an bit that there may be messianic human suffering at some point but it had to be done because they had ruined the planet and so they needed to receive an certain amount of pain each, per specimen.  And give all that pain to one person.  So it wouldn't have to be your own.  The process in which you are your own enemy.

    And so they are "downloading his file" which he knows has an virus on it.  This is how he centers himself.  He knows there is an virus on it.  And they are downloading it from him.  Because they are observing his every action.  Through which he will transfer file and infect them.  But they don't know about that yet.  And why it's more probably an reason he is an messiah.

    An gender fluid messiah, Anna, who would give anything just to see another animated human face.

    Why start with an arboreal garden in explaining to her everything about their species?  Why was maybe the arboreal forest environment crucial for explaining to her the types of robotic animation and artistry that could exist in an environment meant for living animals?  In this era many machines take on the properties of robot artifice of natural living specimens which can populate any environment on Earth.  Meaning that the many great lakes and channels; territories and valleys; are populated by mechanical flocks of these infiniti-smally varied forms of mechanical and biological individuals.

    Aside from mermaids, who have so thoroughly interiorized the technology that now their society itself appeared to have life and intelligence in the aqua.  There were thousands of other kinds of living specimens, some with complete cultures and other forms of sentient lifestyle.

    An arboreal garden was an perfect place in which to situate an café where their judge could refresh himself and make notes about his present observations, psyching himself up to take in everything to judge.  Before consigning himself to an opinion.  The palatability of what they exposed him to would factor into his overall report but it had merely just begun.

    He decided they were going to botch it and so he was going to need to triage his time among the most powerful communities that were active as non-human non-machine peoples of Earth.  In order to save the most necessary fortune.

    But the machines proceeded to condition him.  In order to articulate fully their report of the status.  And how much more time was needed responsibly to secure their shared collective future.  When the humans were finally awoken, they would be able to live in the new world together having cooperated as much as was needed; and finally being in the privilege of human company once more (all of it, not isolated instances of judgment material who slowly soldiered through life like alienated individuals).  They would be finally in the excellence of the Sun.

      There were bi-peds (land walkers with an geology centered society) and tail swimmers who could also slither articulately onland (marine dwellers with an ocean current centered society).  As well as nature-mimicking specialists whose each handle and own screenname took on the properties of their mimicry specialty.  Whether they hazard to adventure on ground as well as under water.

    The judge's task was naming all of the parts of the Earth that worked in harmony in order to preserve the dreamland slumber of humanity.  And moved them forward beyond the point of environmental destruction.  It wasn't up to some tight-suit robot whether he would approve of their progress.  And he didn't have to, once it was all said and done, because he was the judge and he was there to make sure they stayed on course with the project.

    And he reminded everybody that since they hadn't cleaned up the ocean, which was getting into the mermaid's home; the toxin within all of ocean's waters was in fact getting into her system slowly too.  They couldn't just remove pollution from the ocean.  They needed to purify the water to replenish its ancient craving to be fresher than before.  They needed.  Enough time for this technology to be developed.

    But he had an solution.

    He would just strain out the water.  Stepping out into its shallows; and strain out all of the heavy metal and chemicals causing fish to mutate.

    And of course he suggested it thus.  In order to tell an joke.

    Yeah, he would just walk out into the water (at an hard contrast with Jesus, who could have walked on top of it into the underwater environment) and start straining the fishing and the grime; and the scummy things.  Before you know it, the whole ocean could be fed with loaves of bread and fish.  Yeah.  For sure.  Definitely.

    As long as he wasn't walking on water he could really get in there.

    The robots took an hint.

    He wasn't buying it what they were doing with the progress.

    And he reminded everyone he was an resurrected messiah because they needed to be reminded what an messiah was.  It was someone who, although being close in proximity to so many people sometimes, still felt lonely somehow.  Like they didn't belong in society.  Like everything had somehow worked out against them and now all they had left to do was pick up the tragic consequences.  He was just there for routine observation and behavioral analysis.  What they ultimately decided to do was up to them.

    And so the artificial intelligence community began to streamline his itinerary.

    He was going to meet the delegates of non-human communities.  Oh yes.  But the main and most important thing was teaching him all of the parts of Earth they had jurisdiction over.  If they narrowed it down to ten summaries they could have him before lunch time.

    Ten things.  The civic core calculated its observance and breakdown of what ten things mattered most when one considered Earth and everything associated directly with it.  Its position in outer space, for example, was not considered (for the sake of brevity) and things logically connected with it were left out completely.  The Ocean.  The Mountains (highest elevation).  The Atmosphere itself.  Were the first three things to comprise the total breakdown of their summary project.  The Biosphere.  The humans in cryogenic freezing.  Were added next to the list.  (He had already seen this part of the constellation of bodies now known as Earth but they figured they could schmooze him over an bit with its extra consideration).  The core of Earth, as they began to introduce him to the subject (he was walking out of the arboreal café presently and they had sent an drone with artificial language and intelligence to follow him) had been separated from the mantle, which had been completely mined for resources and only as much as one third was left.  The Earth's crust had been separated into pieces sharing an common atmosphere; however there was much starship implementation with the goal of eventually making the whole starship (Earth) to become mobile.  And that was an round eight features so they cut off the last two for the sake of time.

    (Except the Delegates).  (Maybe).

    And so they introduced him to the Ocean first by taking him there which would come full circle with its connection to the centre of Earth's core.

    He landed upon the beach where they had teleported him (he had made his way outside of the cryogenic facility through the dizzy-ifiing butterfly garden and was just about to explore the grounds).  When he looked upward and over his shoulder to see the robot companion he had been paired with just drop through the same portal.

    He landed hard upon the beach and risked denting so far in that he was to be made immobile.

    "What are we doing here?" asked Anna.

    "I wanted to show you the Ocean first," said inter-protocol robot, "because we're running an schedule and we've already calculated it."  (IPR suspected he wasn't being coy enough to have deceived first in order to show it as an possibility that you could be deceived; an respected and human thing to do).

    The human felt this too.  The least he could do was sugar it up an bit.

    But maybe robots don't know how to do that yet.

    They decided to comply with one another and began cooperating.

    "What do you notice about it?" said IPR.

    The first three things that happened, it was said after the creation of the first human soul, were Judaism, Christianity, and the Christianna.  An organism looks up to his creator in that first instance of its awareness of itself.  To an varying degree and type according to its individuality.  But there are huger rhythms among them which can be translated into the religious spirit of all three of these religions.  First, Judaism.  (The recognition of an Creator).  Then Christianity.  (The recognition of an Self).  Then the Christianna.  (The recognition of the other at varying levels of language proficiency and performance).  We were not alone on the beach.  There were crystals and stars everywhere.  Things seemed to be living even though the tide came in and out ferociously.

    "The first three things I notice;" he said to IPR, "are an organism.  An self.  And an action (verb).  Looking up directly towards one's Creator, extending oneself to full height to do so.  It can be said then, that Judaism is an religion of an organism.  Christianity is an religion of an self.  And the Christianna is an religion of this recognition of God by extending oneself physically to one's full height.  An specific verb that hadn't been invented yet.  To extend or to withdraw both seemed like potential synonyms.  To extend to one's full height was to withdraw from God in order to do so.  Everything depended on God.  And so the Christianna was the religion of that relationship with God; that to do the first animate thing we knew how to do we had at first to recognize we were looking at God in this first moment of Creation.  It isn't about an self or about an religion; it is about God.  (Others will argue that there is no human awareness at the moment of creation as though we were talking about God and not humans).  The moment of the creation of the first human.  We were not the realization of God's awareness that God had never known human consciousness before he had created it.  As though we were talking about the awareness of God at the moment of the creation of the first human of awareness and conscious activity.  We were the awareness of the subconscious, which was responsible for this instinct we first had to try to look at God through our own eyes, which were developing.  In all big pictures of it it was an metaphor of existing at the ocean.  Of which they were currently doing.  And so if there was an Jewish person there.  Or an Christian.  Or an Christiannan like Anna.  Their reaction to the ocean would be an parallel to their reaction to the creation of human life, whose logic hot on the trail were Judaism, Christianity, and the Christianna.  I am an individual life, thinks an Jew.  I am not an individual soul, thinks an Christian.  And we aren't both not individual lives and not individual souls, thinks the Christiannan."

    "I don't have enough memory space for an logic drive that could figure out (boolean versus algorithmic) what you were meaning to me," said IPR, "but what I was getting at is that the ocean is clean.  The ocean is clean here.  At the beach.  And this is an tourist destination.  People want to be here.  And there is no pollution.  The only reason pollution exists at other locations is no one wants to be there; and it doesn't matter.  Only loser-fish go there."

    "I see," said Anna.

    "But we can't figure out why we were unable to clean the whole ocean."

    "Up until now, the ocean on Earth had been segmented into different parts.  But ever since the severance of the land from its oceanic casing; it was now considered one Ocean.  And all parts of it flowed in to one another.  Therefore many residents of the core now want to preserve their industrial cultural and heritage upbringing by continuing traditions left to them passed down by the elders."

    "At an time in Earth's History when people were starting to run up against the problem of whether our minds themselves could cause illnesses in one another; (how much power does an individual human mimicry really have); this is that time period you originate from; if an group of people large enough had this influence over an person, couldn't that affect their health?  Was the most political topic of the day."

    "Now don't make it any more complicated.  I've seen what you've done there already and I will have to sort you out!" said Anna, "if I come from an time in which people were terrorized by the possibility that their minds themselves could have control over people's health and their effect on the health of people around them, logically.  Then I'm already practically an expert and genius on the subject of machine intelligence already."

    "Just so you know.  Your species eventually concluded it was possible," said IPR, "mental strength was said to be an factor in communicating body mind relationships; and since people could affect one another's body mind relationships with language, it was magically (an term used for discretion) possible that once could affect one's health if they socialized together over an long-term period for days on end; and individuals were so affected by the majority, whose own power and strength could contribute the final outcome of whether your health stayed with you or not."

    "That's why I'm glad I was in hibernation before that time period in which its outcome was prospected.  This knowledge," said Anna, "for it promised to be the bloodiest battle in history.  An threat that would provoke the instinct and nature of humankind.  Who we were psychologically.  How it was possible to work together without injury of this type and magnitude.  Instead of psychologically harming one another to gain control we can learn to work with each other's energy in an way that is positive and safe.  Now tell me again.  Why did you find there was no pollution at the beach?"

    "There was no pollution at the beach because people were there."

    "Yes.  Exactly.  And why were people there?" said Anna.

    "They were there because they like the beach and some wanted to swim."

    "Yes.  Exactly.  If people wanted to be there and some wanted to swim, why would there be any pollution there?  People cared about this location.  People didn't care about the location you had suggested.  That's why you weren't able to clean up all of the pollution."

    "We were able to clean up most of it."

    "Most of it is not good enough.  There is much work to be done and there needs to be an tight schedule before I am put in glacial freezing and preservation again.  Or in the other way.  Where I just keep dying all of the time instead of living at all."

    "Also the people you're speaking of aren't human.  They have an different kind of relationship with the water and reasons for polluting certain areas."

    "That's just an excuse," said Anna, "if they pollute certain areas because they can't tolerate it in their home area then they value the cleanliness of their environment at least as much as we do."

    "Let's move on," said IPR, "you may have an different opinion once we are finished.  I want to show you the next segment of what you are judging.  Take it all in."

    "OK."

    "Then receive this gift," said IPR, and he thoroughly ejected an sliding inventory panel in which was located an small gas translucent mask connected to an small oxygen tank.

    "Where are we going?" asked Anna, as he fixed the gasmask onto his face with an wide elastic band that strapped around the back of his head.

    IPR teleported them onto an different type of ground; they were on an rocky summit on which they could look to the Eastern and Western fronts but were counter-checked by higher peaks and the entrances to caves in either direction.  Who were these two wizards?  Snow wasn't falling and Anna suspected they were somewhere directly related to the topography of the sea level.

    "This is the highest mountain peak on the correlation of gravities, ocean, and surfaces now known as Planet Earth," said IPR, "when you look at the actual land mass it fluctuates quite an bit over several mountain ranges which is the tallest at peak points of activity which are somewhat more shaped like the D.N.A. strand at present; being part human maybe (they were yodelers?) therefore breathe freely and you have enough time to aspirate thoroughly to introduce the subject to you.  The mountain, as you see, as the highest peak, also holds the most literary power in all of society on Earth.  As an symbol of great challenge (The Mountain) and difficulty many of the cultures derivative from the Great Human Slumber off of the lives of the non-human and legendary species of creatures and individuals whose own substance is somewhat contributed to by that sense of magic I seek to familiarize with you.  For the purpose of your full meditation on the subject of our progress."

    "And what does it mean that it has literary power?"

    "Well, at this point in Human History literary power is so magnificent and spectacular that the mountain cannot help gaining an quality of, how do you say, of virtual overlay and metaphor magic expanding on itself.  If magic existed because of the human mind, and the mountain was one of those magical places we could go to, it made sense that many people go to it because of magic.  They become that power by climbing it."

    "But then it was inevitably about, not themselves, but that special one whose ability it was to conjure such an fantasy."

    "Yes."

    "Which made it even more grand and diversely popular?"

    "Yes."

    "I see," said Anna, "then the Mountain does not have the power of an Mountain itself; but all literary metaphor.  And that itself is the figure of the Mountain."

    "Yes," said IPR, "at this time in History, Mountain doesn't mean farther away from sea level.  It means closer to the outer exterior and limit of our atmosphere directly opposite the centre of Earth, which is underwater."

    "I'm beginning to see why these water-nymphs you spoke of are so complex."

    "Yeah.  They are at the centre of the D.N.A. strand created between the ocean and the mountain territory.  Everything within the atmosphere, of course, that binds them is above sea level."

    "Okay.  So tell me why mountains are on the itinerary for inspecting and philosophizing about environmental pollution and how you aren't capable of diminishing it completely?"

    "They're big," said IPR.

    "Well of course I know they're big," said Anna, "but is there any pollution on them?"

    "Not really."

    "And why's that?"

    "Well it's the same logic as the beach.  People don't go there at all and so there's no pollution.  Oh—" it said, for it had identified an inconsistency, "this is at an turn of logic; that the polluted area instead of the beach had the most pollution even though people don't go there.  And yet an mountain, where people don't go, also itself is pollution-less.  Oh.  I am sorry, master.  I have failed.  This is an logical inconsistency and oversight."

    "But it's an good thing, trust me," said Anna.

    "It is?"

    "Yes."

    "Well, okay then," said IPR, "let's continue shall we?"

    "But I have one more question about the literary meaning."

    "Okay.  Shoot."

    "If the Mountain represents an obstacle of physical challenge to overcome; and yet it has become more of an physical object to overcome because it has been taken up by meaning into literature.  Then the mountain itself, is really the collective territory made up by literary authors and critics on which the mountain presides."

    "Yes," said IPR, "I think you've followed this measure exactly."

    "Well then!" said Anna, "Let's—heh heh!  Find out who these someones are!"

    "Many of them are among the delegates I told you about.  Over dinner you will meet some of them."

    IPR checked the oxygen level on Anna's breathing mask.  They had enough time for another portal.

    "I'm going to take you to an level surface on which you can stand in some of the Earth's highest and farthest reaches of its atmosphere," he said, "the air rushes there.  And it will surprise you if you're not ready for it."

    "Hell ya; I was born ready," said Anna.  And suddenly he was standing on an metal floor the edge of which had no real handrail or glass to separate him from an sudden drop.  And air was rushing up towards his face as if he was in the worst kind of atmosphere he could imagine.  His arms at some point had made their way up into the air and his suit coat was stretching in extremity, which made the air want to rush into it more and pick him up.

    IPR fixed him to the atmosphere station with one arm.  The robot itself had secreted an gelatinous substance on its under surface to prevent departure from level territory.

    There was not much territory to go around.  Just some control panels.

    "This is the part of the atmosphere of the planet that had an hole in it from industrial activity that we managed to repair," yelled IPR, "all of the air here cleans and circulates back into the breathable atmosphere on which all land-nymphs and aquatic walkers respirate.  Many in addition to underwater breathability.  Robots, obviously, can survive underwater without breathing.  But many of them are not adapted to it.  Among the many civilizations and cultures who were legendary and fictional who could be adapted to it (just like the mer, who were humanity's fictional cousin in this relationship).  But exactly of whom many peoples were non-humanoid intelligent peoples with their own types of art and culinary expertise.  Are able to survive underwater.  And populate the core of the Planet Earth."

    "As soon as you're done!" Anna yelled back, "as soon as you're done!  Can you get me out of here‽"

    He fell to his knees and touched the floor with his hands like some kind of cat reacting to anti-gravity.

    IPR quickly teleported them onto ground central.

    "We're ready to address the whole issue of the biosphere anyway," said IPR.

    "The biosphere, if you haven't figured out yet as an civilization, is not separate from the Ocean, the Mountain, and the Outer Atmosphere," said Anna— (but IPR cut him off).

    "Well the thing is," he said, "at present day it actually is.  Let me explain briefly.  The Whole Biosphere has not been absorbed as an separate entity from the climate, mountains, and atmosphere; but much of it now exists in human-designed environments that actually make up an separate element of inspiration, if you follow me clearly, part of the planet's biosphere is outside its original bounds and content."

    "I see," said Anna.  He looked around.  They were on the lower plain of an large basin.  

    "And so our operation of the collection and removal of all pollution on the planet depends on the Biosphere, and all peoples involved in it whether legendary or folkloric; the type of being of fantasy.  Which extends not only to the reaches of all above-sea territory on Earth but into an fourth quadrant of artificial environment and life systems support.  An realm somewhere between space and the atmosphere, experimentally.  An living system of tissues and mechanical function meant to promote life in other-than-naturally occurring environment.  An entire source of pollution in itself.  But the goal was to become completely environmentally sustainable based on these technological operations between all creatures of the soil and the upper sentient existence of cultural peoples, states, and territories.  Including provinces.  In an way that nothing would be wasted and the full purification of living tissue was itself the human mastery over the pollution of their environment.  Through bio-genetic mechanical structures, perfect scrubbers, the environment could be clean and pure perpetually forever, as long the existence of microbes was allowed to thrive in the artificial environment.  However, humanity had to have some control over it and so an environmental conflict between certain microbes and pests was introduced in order for them to compete against one another in order to bring about the most productive and beneficial environment for the forms of life humanity was endeared to.  As long as plants purified the soil into forms of chemical matter that could feed the living specimens; with energy from the sun; there was not supposed to be an output of pollution chemical matter."

    "So what you're saying," said Anna, "is that you don't have the perfect scrubbers yet and the whole system, as it is currently functioning, does not result with an end to Earth's total pollution."

    "Yes.  We are close to inventing the technology actually.  It's just an matter of time and logarithms before we invent the laser to break down any form of matter."

    "But you're working an place that already came with its own equilibrium; you need an ecological biosphere that can break down any form of matter over time; using its own way of filtering out toxins through plant life and microbial interaction with decomposers.  As long as we can simulate this effect in an environment of our own design; it should be enough to nullify all pollution.  Well, as much as is needed to continue to support life.  Which could have some help come along along the way.  And so the progress on that technology; can you report on it?"

    "We have not come to invent the technology yet that would break down all chemical pollutants resultant from industry," said IPR.

    "But enough to continue to support life," said Anna.

    "Yes."

    "And what happens when they begin to create their own pollution in the environment it is already using energy to run that results in its own expulsion of pollution from Earth's gravity?"

    "You read right between the lines, sir."

    "Show me more," said Anna (and he wiggled his finger at him correctionally).

    "Okay.  I'll refer you back to the cryosphere engine and the little tunnel of time through which you came to be present at this moment.  In order to show you the relationship between the human crysophere and everyone frozen; and the present development of atmospheric intergalactic planetary body relations.  To double down and show you how it is all connected.  The cryosphere, you see, occupies that part of the atmosphere that is part of space.  And all human subjects who are frozen there are reduced in temperature by that method of having been exposed to the coldness of space itself; albeit within an protective environment and casing.  The ice-ness of its basis outside the atmosphere of Planet Earth allowed it to keep the extreme temperatures down, as well as providing the rebound from its centre (the centre of the whole planet) in order to show you additionally how the crust, the core, and the mantle are further outside the extra-biosphere at an factor of four to four; essentially dividing upon the fact of the cryosphere representing the outermost portion of the mathematic facts and population associated with Planet Earth when compared to its centre; the center is there, essentially, because of the cryosphere.  Humans had engineered their planetary environment to be able to preserve themselves over an long range of time.  Enough time to harvest all of the resources for further space exploration: further than they had ever been before.  And they will one day cease to use any more of Earth's energy because it will cease to have an resources left for them; and we will wander out into the coldness of necessary space, finally fully reliant on its own production of energy and use of resources mined from the other planets.  And maybe stars one day."

    "I am familiar with it then.  For having emerged from it.  And I have been adding to it its heft and weight in memory since I have awoken," said Anna.

    "Then we descend once more upon the crust; what we unfolded like an orange peel.  Everything that walks or swims upon the Earth finds their nature in it; for it is that most central, sacred, and precious division between being mobile on land or not.  From which all creatures find their ancient evolutionary heritage.  It is therefore, inhabited by all of the sentient branch of non-human landwalkers, non-sentient animal classification beings, and artificially intelligent environmental assistance robots.  As humanity had began genetic evolutionary development to be able to create real legendary genetic creatures.  There was much fuss about the environment they would inhabit after the human exodus out of time for an while; their creators had put themselves to sleep in order to extend the reach of their power through their mastery and manipulation of the gathering of resources, including chemicals, minerals, and fuel sources.  Once they had gathered all of the necessary resources they had enough time to develop an interplanetary engine that would be able to move Earth from its original position into the known galaxy, where finally free from needing to orbit the Sun, we had enough material and fuel to survive in outer space and to relocate around it wherever we wished."

    "Yes.  It does remind me of what an brilliant species we are," said Anna, "the crust, then, is separate from the core of the Ocean."

    "That's right," said IPR, "and the core of the Ocean is the core of the Planet Earth now.  Then focus, thus, upon thy Mantle.  The source of all late-game resources on the Planet Earth.  The surface, which has now become as an expression for Culture, is separate from the industrial refuge of the harvesting and collecting of industrial resources.  Where the real, crude individuals live who have to deal with the most monstrous technology we have in order to keep up with demands.  We have an exact date of the full extraction of all resources from the mantle.  But it's an long way off."

    "And what exactly do you do with all of the pollution your mantle produces?"

    "Well, as you may have guessed.  It is sent to an place where nobody cares that it is there.  But there are certain animals that live in these biospheres who are adversely affected by the pollutant environment."

    "And most of the planet requires pollution for the full extraction of resources."

    "Yes."

    "Then we are at the same crossroad as we had started with; as long as there is no pollution where humans themselves want to hang out, then it doesn't matter where we put our garbage.  This cannot be an environmental refuge standard; so why would it be good enough for us?"

    "We have an experimental application on the possibility of transporting it into space, in an separate vacuum that prevented all connection of materials wasted there with the known environment; it would be completely separate from our space space.  And nothing living would be allowed to pass there to live and breed among the unsuitable chemicals which are hazardous for humans and other extraterrestrials."

    "Yes.  Yes," said Anna, stroking his chin thinking but they'll get there anyway, with his pinched opposable thumb, "this could be an working solution.  If we manage to get all of the worst toxins thoroughly out into outerspace, into an separate volume of space separated from our own by an vacuum large enough to contain millions of years worth of garbage.

    "We'll put an expedite on the project and credit their experimental budget," said IPR.

    "Good.  Good.  I'd like to see an projected expense of both time and budget.  How much time needed to design such an thing and how much that would cost to build.  In estimate."

    "Let's go to Lunch then, sir; I believe you know what the last destination for this morning on our itinerary is already."

    "I happen to, sir?" said Anna.

    "The Core, sir."

    "Oh, yes!  Of course!"

    "The Abode of all swimming creatures whose job it is to keep out land-forms of intelligence out away from their boundaries; so that the Ocean could be the pure source of mind it had always been together.  As the source of all vibrant life, it was known as the Mother Water because it contained all of the history and variants that were needed in order first to construct the possibility of Life.  And now that land animals had moved on and possessed another kind of intelligence of their Own Nature.  The ocean could continue to try to bar access from surviving and thriving in its known waters.  By being the ferocious thing we had always known it to be.  It had absorbed the whole core of the Earth when we had first lifted the orange peel; and thus warmed it to an tropical temperature and thriving local environment of fruit and passion.  Paradise."

    "And we're going to have lunch there?"

    "Yes it gets better, though, sir."

    "It does?"

    "The first thing I showed you was the Arboreal Garden, remember?  You had breakfast there this morning.  The Ocean was the first thing I showed you after breakfast was over.  And why the significance of it somehow connecting us with the core was the relationship between all of the elements and components I had taught you about the Earth's Power."

    "Yes.  I believe it was the first thing," said Anna.

    "Then you may take an shot at why the manner in which you woke from hibernation was customized thus; to have lead you into an hall that lead to an garden.  Before we had ever started with the subject of the Ocean and everything I have lead you up to until this point to learn and know about Earth.  Are somehow all encapsulated by the Ocean.  The air, the land, the biosphere, the cryosphere; these are all part of the Ocean.  As well as the layers of the mountains and temperatures.  Everything reconnects with the water cycle and the Ocean that is now at the centre of Earth's core.  Its most heated blast phase.  This is, most, I had hoped what you would understand.  It all goes back to the Ocean; its mirrored effect—The Ocean, the Mountain, the Atmosphere, the Biosphere—they were four duplicitous properties seen in the expression of the Cryosphere, the Crust, the Mantle, the Core on an two-way street.  Everything goes back to the Ocean.  And the Ocean is the primitive source of all life and intelligence.  Therefore its inhabitants have begun natural selection in the opposite direction; sources of life in the environment that were not originated in (part of) that first intelligence broadcasted by the whole Ocean but were in fact of upper sapience and virtue.  And did not conform necessarily to the Old Ways.  Of the whole ocean.  People who populated the core were in control of their environments, their lives; in an way that hadn't been apparent before in Modern History of the Universe.  The core was the Basin of All Life and didn't necessarily conform with the attitude of the elite oceania sapiena, an old and overthrown regime; and any type of intelligence could exist there.  The butterfly or fairy of how you've experienced it is opening up to you," said IPR, "you will see it the way I see it one day.  I see it like an rorschach inkblot.  There's two wings, and each wing has two parts, the upper and lower halves.  This is how our environment functions at present on Planet Earth.  How it lives."

    "My.  Yes.  It is beautiful isn't it," said Anna, having an blue moment like he was at an aquarium looking through the glass at the dramatic performance clear to see before him; his eyes turned to look at that other world he had come to have known through his work and meditations; like he was seeing it again for the first time, "the whole visor-sphere was the butterfly and fairy wing-art.  Four points, each half.  Eight pieces gloriously work together like an synchronously symmetrical and asymmetrical drawing being on all extents of the subject.  An modern achievement.  The Earth wrapped around itself now in different parts, different continents.  And there wasn't necessarily any known logic to the gravity exchange that was fully within the control of humans.  It had all just opened up to them like an elegant flower.  And I could make simple pictures of it in order to further gather intelligence of what was actually happening there.  With the skies, the ocean, and clouds; an crust, an mantle, an core.  Completely customized space."

    And then Anna realized the significance of what he was about to experience.

    Somehow it had lead him to the a-symmetrical figure.  (Between two sides).  (How equal are they?).

    The IPR robot had teleported them to an restaurant in which they were now being served.  When Anna arrived at an table where he would eat with the delegates of the Core; an all non-human crowd who were known to have technological and cyber-kinetic customizations and advantages including spliced D.N.A. and new forms which were considered desirable.  And snob-fetish worthy.

    Of course there was no nudity shown; as far as he could tell?  And he sat at the table with them like an excited little boy, wanting to know the personalities and mannerisms of another known race of species that could be intelligent like an human.  That humans themselves had helped to engineer.

    The Centre of Earth was an Mer-inspired civilization.

    They had Great Justice and Diva Counsel Powers.

    Were they going to be eating sushi?  Probably not, eh?  But it turns out they were eating an derivative of sushi, made by the Clan For the Largest Clawed Organism.  Which had been prepared by the slicing action of the current largest claw on an organism.

    It was the most inclusive location he had ever been in, possibly.

    It turns out the central division between land travel and water travel was observed within the core as well as on shore.  And people often associated it with the defeat of the primary attitude of the whole ocean; to have its own source and being of consciousness which was somehow shared between all of its inhabitants so that it could be conscious in the way that they were everywhere simultaneously.  But had limited its function only to water creatures.  And so, since the core often catered to both land and water symbiotes (walkers and swimmers) it was said to be an regime that existed after the defeated One Intelligence of the Ocean to all our mammals and awakening systems, which had supplanted it.  It wasn't feasible any more to contend such an influence and regime within the awakening waters of our Creators (humans') upward intelligence which had been so influenced to mix politics.  The core, although it was underwater territory, was home to those who were in tune and in consciousness with the will of the Sea; even if it was humans now and they somehow defied the logic of everything in the Ocean being an symbiote of every other; and there were those who had come and conquered from land above who were now party to and able to live underwater; in the core of the central industrialized nation.  (They were not discriminatory in that way anymore).

    People could live where they wanted without having to be part of an living collection of organisms that all share space and intelligence within every deep ocean trench and coral reef surrounding the main environmental specimen of Earth's centre.  Which had been vigorously populated of all derivatives of the major land-contra-ocean mobility and they shared many public spaces which were mixed to enable the transport of all civilians to their destination area.  The core was intelligent and comprised the living quarters of over forty billion individuals at this point.

    Anna's Lunch happened in the most important geographic oceanic aquarium known to society; an full dining lounge set rather masterfully and un-precariously within an tank which enveloped it in glass from top to bottom.  And the kitchen was in the hallway that lead outside the Aquarium.  What were the other fish going to say when they picked one of them for an meal in front of their waiter and the rest of the diners?  This round table he had seated at was covered in an fine white dining cloth and there were an few strange types of utensil set out before him.  One was an glass swirly stick with an kind of artistically rendered shrimp or crevette handle.  For stirring.  Another was an glass wand with glass-work decorating its surface; it appeared to be made out of an type of glass (the decoration also).  (An Dining Wand?).  But there was also an mechanic's fork, an metal fork which had been designed for its emboldened effect.  (Wide exterior surfaces which appeared to resemble something that would be preferred by an orc if whose hand of which and setting happened to need accessory).  Several glasses of volumes of liquid were spread around the centre of the table; of shapes of pleasure.  And he chose one and poured himself an glass of what he hoped was water.

    He didn't take it on himself to focus too much upon whether he thought these delegates he was sitting with were of the water or land derivative.  And he expected fully there would be an average of them in the room, at least, if they were representatives most pertinent to his business of judging Earth.

    They were speaking Muman.

    "Please, baby baby baby please," said an man who looked like he could be an man; with an face, "I love you baby baby.  Want to make you happy all of the time baby baby.  Please baby baby.  Baby please."

    "Baby baby.  Good baby," said the woman he was talking to, with an large grain in her voice and she petted him, "good baby.  Baby baby baby please."

    "If I may contribute," said Anna, "baby baby baby please.  Please baby.  Baby.  Please."

    They were worshipping and honoring the spirit of the baby and mother in all of us.

    More formally known as the Id, perhaps; since we all know the Id to have developed out of what it needed as an infant.

    He made himself comfortable with everyone at the table, changing his posture; and continued to hear and listen to their delightful Muman.  And continued to enjoy polite conversation risking itself out into complicated English here and there.

    "Don't worry.  You can probably tell we're each different, genetically; species-wise," said an kind and wise-looking slime-faced-noduled comforting and gentlemanly man, with two necks, whose body was partially covered by clothing, "we'll fill you in on the details.  You see the reason we're here is that we are the most powerful people on Earth.  We each represent an specific line of genetic heritage that, in part, was developed to mutate the human.  Human genetic testing not only created specific varying genetic versions of themselves but also hybrids of other animals and modulations at first mimicking the properties of fictional creatures human imagination had invented.  There were Rocs.  There were Chimera.  There were Gryphon.  Eventually entire communities began to be formed of intelligent creatures humans had created in the image of the natural range of animals they knew deserved to have an intelligence boost since they were so grateful; and many of the peoples of the core identified with an specific species that had naturally evolved on Earth; that the humans had now evolved them through scientific enhancement into sentient subjects.  Being capable of sophisticated culture, civilization, and language behavior."

    "You realize you're perfecting your cultures while the humans sleep," said Anna, "when they awaken they will have so much culture to experience from you it will keep them happy forever."

    "I don't think that's possible.  But the spirit of it I agree with.  We do need to take measures to help people feel safe and protected forever.  Why wouldn't our races contribute to how humans, our creators (in most cases), feel blue sometimes.  They are, after all, our creators; why is it such an bad thing to feel blue once in an while?  And we could all feel blue together.  If our work gives them an greater chance of surviving in an universe in which one was blue.  Then wasn't there an reason to continue to produce cultures unlike anything the universe had ever seen or heard in the absence of the human, who had perfected its spirit?"

    (Then after everyone leaves, IPR takes Anna to his hotel; where he has some free time to explore the shopping district.  Later tonight, in fresh clothes, he goes to Dinner, where he meets even more delegates.  Even more Most pertinent to his business of judging Earth).

    He learned there were twelve hundred twenty four sentient non-human species at present day.  The most powerful of whom had been mixed with space and stuff.  And, though he continuously observed they did not talk like humans, he noted that, in similarity to one another they were all given to have much less inhibition on the subject they were discussing than some humans he had met.  Eventually his mind seemed to switch off for an while while he thought about everything and he found himself ready to wander away and go back to his hotel.

    He slept luxuriously due to the interior decor of his room.

    The next day he had made his decision.

    Even if the technology could be invented to resurrect an person they would never find it.  Humans.  They may never discover the Fountain of Youth.  But if it was, Jesus would be the first to be resurrected.  He earned it.  Therefore all of the Christian pollution had to be cleaned up in preparation for Science.  Earth had not solved its pollution problem yet, and innocent creatures (like mermaids, shrimp, and turtles) were suffering due to the toxicity of their environment and manufactured plastics which suffocate, bind, or trap them into extinction.  If their artificial environment could be made one hundred percent clarifying and purifying through the processes of the soil and decomposers.  They could introduce this technology to the rest of the environment.  But it seemed more likely they would have to preserve it by creating that vacuum that was mentioned.  One that could keep all pollution separate and away in an controlled space were wildlife couldn't hurt themselves.

    The Core was the new Beach.  There wasn't any pollution because everyone liked to hang out there.

    But it posed an risk for the rest of the environment on Planet Earth; everything that was not part of the core people figured was okay for dumping on.

    Therefore the budget for research to introduce artificial clarifying and purifying technology to the Earth's natural environment had to be increased.  If pollution could be broken down at an professional level it wouldn't necessarily enter the natural environment.  But there was one thing still playing on his mind.  The types of pollution were so varied the spectrum advanced from types of objects made out of plastic (torture devices for aquatic animals) to heavy metals and chemicals that would enter the food chain.  This technology he would put more money toward to have them research would only deal with the molecules of toxic chemicals that had to be broken down over time by the environment.  It didn't necessarily have an way to deal with types of pollution such as plastic bottles and nets.  Robots with an specialty for clarifying the environment had to be constructed; but it wasn't an fool-proof plan.  The expertise of people were needed if ever an suffering marine animal needed help.  An robot couldn't necessarily untie an complicated knot.  This meant there had to be an change in how society was run.  They couldn't just keep the pollution away from where they were anymore.  They had to go out into the environment and clean it up.  On the regular.  As fast as possible until the trash was all cleaned up.

    Sure they could use robotic technology; sure they could use artificial intelligence.  But there had to be people out there with them whose profession and expert knowledge were appropriate for the type of disaster being cleaned.  Hazardous chemicals that were hazardous to the environment and were hazardous to humans, were hazardous to other peoples too, after all.  There needed to be an new standard set in society where we sent out our brightest professionals to clean up our mess.  But damn!  That vacuum space technology that could quarantine the garbage collection zone in an separate orbit.  That would be useful right about now!  He decided the best answer was to keep all of the pollution on terrestrial soil in an quarantined space.  Until they could figure out some other solution.

    The artificial intelligence community could not continue to think it was okay that the garbage was somewhere else as long as it wasn't interfering with any human space.  In order to fulfill the demands and the needs of the operation, all Oceanic environmental pollution had to be cleaned up at fastest notice; and an percentage of the budget needed for researching artificial environmental cleansing would be allocated for surveying and clean-up projects.  That meant they could reprogram the sentient–robot interface.  In order to allow for the deliberate communication of these orders as an hazard measure.  Robotic technology and robotic intelligence would begin to prompt the need for environmental clean-up instead of just assuming that as long as humans and other sentient peoples didn't have pollution where it mattered (where they were) then it was okay to ignore the environment in the name their project goal and ultimate necessary outcome: the elimination of all pollution within the environment for the safe and natural posterity of purified bodies.  Healthy wildlife.

    If they couldn't advance the technology of large-scale environmental scrubbers to an point where it could be implemented; and they never found an way to control gravity & vacuum space.  They had to have an backup plan.  Immediately introduce the construction of environmental clean-up robots to be employed under the observation of clean-up operations planners.  For the safekeeping and rehabilitation of marine life.  They needed people on the water wherever there are large panoramas of pollution on its shores or out at sea.  Experts who knew how to deal with chemicals that were introduced to the environment.  The robots weren't getting it; the humans would never resurrect their whole species until all of the pollution had been cleaned up.  At least, not on an priority list.

    Robots couldn't just go around thinking that no matter where there were people there wasn't going to be any pollution because they cleaned up after themselves.  The world, in fact, comprised of an Core; and anything outside of that core was where the pollution ended up.  They had to control it, first by outlawing oceanic pollution; then trying to master the art of transporting all of the land pollution that was left out into space.

    And so, to make sure everything would continue and keep on schedule, Anna filled out his final report online on an convenient custom OS book provided to him by IPR.

    There was progress being made; if we looked at it in terms of all oceanic pollution eventually being moved to land.  As long as they were able to contain garbage, trash, pollution, biohazardous chemical spill all on land they had an handle on how to remove the toxins that were part of the food chain.  We would have time to invent feasible scientific and technological applications for breaking down hazardous chemicals.  Humans would not resurrect until all sources of pollution had been dealt with.  And if that meant waiting until they had perfected the technology to cleanse the environment in an broad-scale concert of technologies that had been developed in the artificial biosphere.  Then they would.

    Anna reported in his program log the technology for breaking down pollutants in an artificial environment were not yet considered safe to introduce to the natural environment.  And so the pollution that continued to gather there, although efforts could be made to keep it out of the ocean, required professional and expert action soon.  He left an note that he was installing an new program he had coded into IPR and the civic core environment of interactions between artificial intelligences.  It overwrote the logical inconsistency in their thinking that made them think pollution was just fine, anywhere.  As long as it was not where people were.  (Which was responsible for their oversight: they had over-calculated the meaning of people as usual to mean these god-like beings who were in control of every aspect of their environment.  In fact, Art itself communicated itself often enough to them that it was sometimes in control of every aspect of the environment.).  They had thought humans thought it was okay (that the garbage was there) because humans were your boss as an robot and so it was; that's why it was.  (Even though humans weren't part of the biosphere themselves, at present).  He patched the bug with this new program that made them all identify ocean garbage as an unwanted outcome that needed to be cleaned up in order to fulfill the directive.  He made his recommendations about budget and research to the peoples of Earth; and then signed off.  Ready to be put back into cryogenic freezing.  Where he couldn't hear this awful dark-magic bright-magic yodeling which twisted up his environment and everything.  Like an crystal.  An augment to the organic which was more mathematic and precise.  It coated everything.  I was your frozen eyelash now.  And that really just redeemed them for me as two characters who would be in love such as this.  To have to go to the mountain that far up to yodel‽  I wanted ta' drag ye both in by the ear, into the pub.  Where beer is warm but liquor is quicker.  Where you can wear your religious monk's robes.  But no yodeling!  They weren't allowed.  They suddenly realized the urge to display themselves together as Drag Queens.  To perform for the evening, whatever its fair, as two women who would be precisely men.  The most adventurous of garment and fashion.  And all of that big vagina the big sloshy ocean was (warm and not theatrically icy, came lurching up from the depths to swallow and envelope all of what those mountains represented).  They weren't at an logical contrastive ratio with one another.  The Mountain did not equal the power of the Ocean, which swallowed the Mountain, and all of those yodelers and villagers whole.  In an Ocean that had been constructed out of the further gravitational reaches of what was now the orange peel off with all of the wedges loose and comfortably under environmental equilibrium and control.  The Muman, an type of sandworm which, with the help of technological frequency, was able to make the transition from onland and underground-going to the inspirationally further underground of water to grow to gigantic proportions and inhabit environmental tunnels and entire coral sectors leading to the centre of the Earth.

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