A Question

  A blinding flash of light, A succession of quick, deep breaths,  Drowning in a toxic sludge, Heart rate accelerating, Two gigantic bloodshot eyes, glaring at me with hate and fear, A burning man in an orange tunic, smiling in peace. Breath heaving and sweat pouring down his face in large consistent beads.  His eyes widened.  The oily reddish dirt that capped his body and mingled with his long hair made him gleam in the artificial light.  He had never experienced such a thing as this. I've never had these thoughts.  What is happening? A voice rang out an answer from seemingly no direction and in a strange dialect.  "You are a part of me.  I called you here." "Who are you?  What am I looking at?  Where is this?" the young looking man asked out loud to what seemed to be nobody. "You are inside of me, I am inside of you, I am inside of everyone and they are inside of me." said the voice. "What is this, a riddle-game?  Show yourself!" ...

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear -Led Zeppelin: Ancient Texts and Media, Classification - Music and Poetry It was amazing how much data the button pushers actually created in the relatively short time they were around.  Even with only 8 billion people on earth, these ancient humans were able to amass a lot of disparate data in the form of various media including text and video by the laborious and tedious act of pressing buttons Mike always was amazed at the statistics around ancient Internet and he was a very avid reader of the historic texts.  They didn't even have Connectors or exabyte, let alone, zettab...

Dot walked along the abandoned beach.  The sand was a deep black and the waters were calm and Caribbean blue.  The small waves lapped the shore and reached her feet every once and awhile.  She had been here for what seemed to be days.  Her pet lagged behind her, stopping every once and awhile to investigate some movement in the palm trees and then running to catch up. Listening to... She noticed a man walking toward her in the distance.  She knew immediately that it was her roommate.  She had been ignoring him.  He wore a charcoal grey pin-stripe suit and pin-on tie and sunglasses that were thin and stylized just like him. It was hardly attire for the beach, though he was barefoot. She was deeply annoyed with him being there and he knew it.  It seemed that he had gone to the extreme of actually coming to get her himself, even though he knew the dangers. A giant squid's arm arose from the deep waters, it was longer than a freighter dock....