finally, Locus and lotus

Then the text stopped, no longer live typing, tele-writing. What, my laughter was a sign of stop communication? No way. Even in the Twenty-third century, a laughter won’t become so opposite in meaning.

The old text had a part that I had not read. So after making sure the dialog was no longer on, I read those text.

I am a reader of my own creation. As I read on, I had this feeling and could not help thinking alongside.

I shall be writing all these? Can I? It looks like I can't. How could I ever have written this content...

Strange events aligning. Consciously making my day. Cross-time one-to-one dual-locale but one domain -- me !

Self.

Align back to me. A loop, at a locale, mine and his. Of course I will focus on this locale, locus.

Locus. The place. Maybe even the name of the robot, infant robot.

Then I caught sight of the name of the character. What ?! It’s the same as my idea just a second ago! Guess what...

Locus.

It seems as soon as I thought of something, it appears on this text. I stopped thinking, but then my mind had the visual image of this piece of text on the screen of my laptop, with a logo of an apple taken a first bite. Apple... tempting, which had tempted Adam and Eve...

a Dame’ve

I looked back at the screen. The text read ‘lotus’.

Oh my my! I can’t fool this text, can I? Just then in my mind I really thought of something botanical, the lotus, not a Dame’ve. The text got it right.

Look here. Locus. There, Lotus.

Monologue in four-dimension across time; I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one.

Energy into matter? How can one ever do that, except God.

‘It doesn’t take a god or the God to do so. If you’re not on the edge of a dimension, you can’t see what’s on the other side. But once you’re here, you understand.’

The Twenty-third century has that kind of technology?

‘It is here, but not entirely made by humans.’

Aliens?

‘In your terms, yes. You can translate it that way so as to understand.’

You have a different name for aliens?

‘Creatures, that would be suffice.’

Do you mean you use different terms and language there, but can text me from your times?

‘Yes.’

How can the text retain its form and wordings, if they are so different?

‘Some kind of temporal-spatial engineering. It is a part of the program. It would adjust into suitable cultural mode so that you can understand. Remember, we come from your times. Yours is history to us. We know about it.’

I was enlightened. This dialog can be in two ways because you enable it.

‘Sure.’

Why me... why do you come for me, except being bored?

‘Because you’re me. You’re just like my memory, but then we can talk. This makes me a better person, more full. I’m talking with the past me, my history, all in one. Monologue in the fourth dimension across time.’

I sighed.

‘You don’t need to sigh, or worry. I wouldn’t be around all the time. But please read these pages and keep in mind. These are the things you’ll write. To me, it’s already written.’

Do you do this to make sure I write them? Does it violate any law of logical relation in the universe?

‘It’s a loop in itself. Created loop, not uncommon these days. The cosmos are full of loops or knots, as you may hear of. It is hard for three-dimensional creatures to comprehend, but just as myself once a 3D being, I understand your concern.’

So I can write them down as my own? Is it plagiarism?

‘In our times, you’re, but can evade responsibility in court. Again, your charge is only that you are not being creative. You copy your old writings.’

I lost a laughter.

future me > Higgs field > Gao, now

Someone read my mind, wrote down the ideas, and showed them on screen to me. I was totally absorbed that I didn’t even think of ghost for dread.

‘Would it be easier for you when regarding it as something come from the future?’

That’s the first phrase of this piece of text. It reminded me of something...

‘Revisit. Cool, Gao, now. I know you’re there watching this piece of text.’

They are my thoughts... I can write like this? When do I have this super mental power to tele-write on the screen of my laptop?

‘No, you’re not tele-writing. I am, I send this to you real-time, well, nearly real-time. The path between you and me is now open and through, therefore we can talk.’

I gazed at the laptop. Am I dreaming? No, it can’t be. I’m conscious. Can you answer this question from me? Woodie bludie five plus one.

‘Six, six, voo-e doee.’

Do I know you?

‘Yes. Frankly, I know you more. I am the future you.’

......Me? In the future? I could go there, or I am old enough to be there?

‘Old enough.’

How old?

‘Say, more than two hundred years of age.’

I can live that long?

‘Yes, everyone can, if they want to.’

That would be... the Twenty-third century, right?

‘Right.’

You, call back to Twenty-first century?

‘Yeeup.’

What for?

‘Bored, I guess. Tracing back time is always fun.’

Yeah, boredom can make people do strange things.

‘Lu visited you?’

Suddenly I was stunned. You really found him.

‘You believe it just now? I thought you may be different. You should believe him.’

You talk like you don’t know me, that we’re two persons.

‘Two entities, yes. If we haven’t connected, we are the same. I know you, and you guess me. But now, we are both existing because we are in two different worlds.’

You come for me? Wouldn’t it violate some kind of causal relationship in the cosmo?

‘Energy. It is infinite and powerful. Says it’s omnipotent. Higgs field, you should know more closely than me.’

Indians can't see Columbus's ship

‘What about cloud computing?’

‘Any grouping, computing, networking can resemble cloud. Collectively.’

‘Who are you? You again?’

He did not answer, but began to cite, ‘Upon this moment, the red or white? Life or reminiscence, shalt flee thee to eternity. What’s in your lifetime seems total, the whole, is now a piece...’

I sort of heard that the last word was ‘behold’, and then the voice and image gone.

What was that, the latest episode of the strange events thread? I clicked at the site link, but there was ‘error 404’. Who could evade a link, hyperlink that works forever in the Web, probably except the little 404. Then I recall, from 4 plus 4, once 8 was my lucky number, a number for ambiguity, discrepancy, variance.

Was I mistaken... that's why I bumped into all these queer occurrences?

Somewhere a 404 message was created and sent to me.

Yes, I met strange things. Do I believe it? Do I want to believe it?

Then I remember someone’s words: ”even if aliens have come, we couldn’t have possibly recognized them”. You don’t know what you are looking at if you haven’t ever thought of it and have the faintest idea. Columbus’s ship. Native Indians. Take the book on my table as an example. If somehow a book is not in this form, how can I recognize this is a book. The vacant space in a drizzle resembles a flower, carved by air. How can I grasp it? It breaks before tangible. The best masterpiece drawn in water by someone, soon disappears, leaving only watermark. It exists for just one second. May be two. What’s the use of thinking this...

A page came into my laptop. Firewall was nothing. I read the already open text. After reading it, I pondered for a while before knowing it's special. It’s not only special, it’s what I thought for my fiction. Fictitious. Now it’s on screen.

In Chinese language.

I stood up, stepped aback.

fishdexing: index like fish

I downloaded essay from the site because its lines caught me. It said one way to smart up, or smarting the web is to have tons of dead fishes pouring into it; called ‘fishdexing’. If there are enough stupid things, it will grow smart itself.

How come?

Chaos theory.

Because those are not real fishes, they are ideas, innovative constructs. Have there been at any time known in history that ideas are just like floating in the air, in the ocean, visually for you to grasp, to interpret in your own specific self brain? Not on books the hard medium anymore ! There would be so many vehicles that significations are infinite. The more we flush ideas down, the sooner we get great compositions otherwise wouldn’t have dreamt of.

When I saw it, the so-called web semantics seems like history, mere line-by-line coding to make a mechanical unit move. It becomes clear that there is no need to make semantic rules to index the web, just let people tag or index as be. They think they are cool in tagging, but it’s just a historical chalking, recollecting lexicon. The capability of relating the disorder or unordered to create novel significations is the real informatics at work.

A larger brain. A greater collective consciousness, tangible.

I know this is good stuff as soon as I saw it. I wonder what this site was, so I paused to find out how I was redirected to this. Soon I saw some strange images which resembled ultra-sound reflection. A figure, maybe.

'Listen to me.' It starts to broadcast to me.

Now? Suddenly I am aware I am not recalling past memory.

'Thou shalt not temptst thy lord.'

What, are you talking to me? Is this the site of the article?

'You think this is a joke again? No, pay attention. The so-called tag cloud at your times is a suggestion of foam metaphor such as that at the quantum level.'

Krakk & victim

The Beijing Olympic Games 2008 is only a month away. I had not heard of any new mascot coming up in the news or market. Could Lu make it on time?

Probably not. Unless he had found the beads... No, not the beads. How can any beads save China rural robotics industry? Gradually I became aware that the whole incident of Lu’s visit was an accident. A joke by accident. A happenstance.

Instead of beads, there was news that terrorists would strike before and during the Games. The military police and secret agents were taking precautions to prevent it. So that was why I got the midnight phone call, I guess. But I hadn't do anything... except the essay. Yes, an essay was enough to run up the expenditure on a suspect. Public security was a sufficient excuse.

The essay came from one of the batches of downloads. You see, owing to the needs of my job, I always need to download articles from the internet. Of course I needed to keep track of the sources. But sometimes the quantity was so big that I was lost in the texting cloud.

I always try to give tags to the source sites, but then they had no structure. Before long I was myself in tag clouds. No kidding. I used special terms like ‘me’, ‘木仔仔’, and ‘hade’ -- the final one came to mean ‘had e’ where ‘e’ could be everything from email to ‘electromise/r’.

Some tags I couldn’t even remember. I thought I can, but not.

Then one of these essays was linked to some unknown but authority source in a certain circle. This dramatis personae with the codename Krakk came to attack me; at worst it could become a powerful cracker, evil at times and demonic for most of the times, turning my webpage into a melting email image, asked why I intruded upon his/her territory. I did not know what I had done to irritate this fellow. Finally I apologized for something I might have done.

Then I learned that it was a joke. I was victimized, being a jokee. I was angry and turned the certain essay in to the police. From then on the essay became a medium in pulling the trigger among the joker/ devil, police and me.

The midnight call was probably the latest alert.

all the strange things before earthquake

I woke up in the morning with a headache. I took some pills and a day off. After breakfast I thought I could do something about my writing and the sequence of strange events. So I started to keep a close eye on my laptop.

Then related events came in.

Somewhere the animals were nervous, either running or, quite the opposite, remaining still. Birds flying at high speed. Dogs barking continuously at some invisible beings. Rooster got itself on the top of scrub. Tigers timid? And the flies as well as mosquitoes disappeared to nowhere, just like bees. Snake awoke in mid of hibernation, and was frozen to death in snow. Cats walked away and disappeared as usual, only for a longer time. But rats were intimidated, waiting to be caught. Fishes ashore.

There was strange noise from underground, with the sky appeared curious colors.

Yeah, one more thing to go before earthquake can be announced -- dry and hot weather.

But monitoring weather was hard for me. My headache came back. I took a nap, ending up with a sleep. When I woke up, I was conscious of something to be happened. I checked the news.

No? Maybe not yet. I waited.

Expectation engaged the threading, and I wanted it to grow powerful. I was waiting for my probable quantum psycho-supernormality to effectuate, making it happen, if ever I could do so.

It was until days later that earthquake stroke near where I was staying, New Zealand. It was nearly 6 by Richter magnitude. It could have caused a lot of damage, but the quake was a hundred kilometers deep down, in result nothing particular happened on earth surface.

Maybe there were some drastic reactions down there.