Mercury pounded down the waffle iron steps. The arch of the gantry spiralled down about the MADAM, the first computer alive with the humming of capacitors and pulsing copper connectors. Her eyes and ears all linked to the labyrinth of the world, the madness of mathematics and lost ideas and dreams.
Another half screw of the shaft and Mercury was at one of the primary inteface stations. A hub of bumblebee monitors all displaying files, videos and raw code trickling up the screen. Windows and portals opened and closed as the MADAM sorted and resorted the data. Her Web Spinners dancing over the keyboards, shrill clicks and wails eminating from the tonka toy familiars as the bumped and worked together. Some sat at USB ports soaking in the raw figures. Viridian eyes irised as they drew in the succulent statistics.
Outstretched and twisted up into the intestinal cables of the hub, set back into the black corroded steel, was Sigma-Pi-Off. He was a muscled and toned man, his Caribbean skin slick with oil and cream blue coolant. His grey vest was stained in a similar manner from his communions with the MADAM. He didn't even move to see Mercury when he spoke.
"Adu mon?" His voice muffled by propylene. His black country accent reverberating in the web of ethernet lines. "An' before ye opens ye cakehole me nuh know whats up with de Gaffer." Mercury just stood ther and watched. Sigma, as he was know for short, slid out from under the bank of computers.
"Ye gorra feace lark a bulldawg chewin' a wasp." He flashed his whimsical smile. Mercury smiled and let out a small chuckle. "So mon ye gonna speaks with da missus?" He clambered to his feet and replaced his tools back into the webbing of his cargo trousers. Filings of silver. Peppered dust.
"Yep 'da missus'. Need her heads up on events to come and how the information is talking in the Web. Need her views on some other things too."
"Oh ya mon?" The ripped bulk of Sigma sat down on a torn leather desk chair. Cracked leather boots, pensioner skin, crossed and propped on the back of keyboards. "Whats missus gonna be getting ye inta?" A bushy eyebrow raised. A benzen flick of the lighter and a ciggarette was into his pale pink lips.
"Just need to confirm some concerns, lay them to rest."
"Speaks to da wires." Ash cloud exhaled and reinhaled.
"Yeah. Speak to the wires."
Down a further 2 screws of the spire was one of the CoMed labs. Communication. Communion. Mediation. Speaking to the wires. Listening to the flow of data on the skin of thought. The edge of Pandemonia. The cusp of the internet.
The chamber was built like a jail cell. Fortress had once said a member of the original Zero Coder Hyperion cabal, Dr P0l4gOn, had ensured that the chamber was electromagtic negative. However others felt it was also to ensure no Zerks could escape if the 'mancers Soul Barriers failed. The last thing you wanted was a technodemon loose in the facility.
Beyond the 6 inch thick walls was a fine ion barrier. The smell of a summer thunder. The spherical chamber roughly 16 yards across and no visible panels or seating.
Mercury had already discarded his coat and was now sat cross-legged in the base of the sphere. Simplexes patterned the walls, plates of aged chrome. Speckeled greens and filthy vermillions and their edges. He exhaled.
To a silent pulse beyond the Veil. Inhale. The wash of icy numbers. Exhale. All out. Empty. Just flesh and blood. Body and soul and thought. Tool and command and purpose. Inhale. Deep this time. The pulse dying and with it his own, a slow subdermal tick. Be one with the ether of ideas. His body floated. Up on the eddies of the Web, that Platonic reality. his feet inches from the surface.
All dark. The lights dying and giving way to the edge of the Abyss and allow this jaunt over to the spectral hell of Pandemonia. But not too far. Just enough so that both world could be felt. Fallen and High reality in communion at the point of transmission. The critical point, the saddle point of worlds.
The traingles of iron floated back and flipped. Knife edge angainst knife edge. Slicing the Veil. The new surface was vast, reflective. Showing the inside. Showing the beyond. Show everything and then nothing.
Brighter than the Morning Star the sphere illuminated. Epilepsy of data. A thousand dying stars. A thousand more new born. Straight from the womb of the black primal waters. A pounding subsonic bass of lights. Mercury was dead. His eyes burnt to hollow ciders.
Another jolt, a scream from Thor, his hammer of energy surging through Mercury's body.
A whiplash and there before him a lattice, a megaopolis of connections. Hydrogen red etchings of data expanding through his consciousness. A further layer of colour overlaid. Cobalt and gold. Teal and navy. Racing in their framework of concepts.
Mercury almost cried. So close once more to the High worlds but so far from that correspondance point.
"Speak dear." A omnipotent song coursed through him. Soothing. "Come child what is it you wish?"
"Madam." His naked body dressed in the plasma of algorithms encasing his body in luminosity. "I seek your information."
"Submit aquistion. Present topic and arguments. Define limiting variables. Submit Upload."
"Present God. Query all. Limit to Manchester. Pre Roman. Submit Upload Dream. Recent."
He waited. The firefly dance continued about him. The slices of information bleeding a fractal path.
"Pause search!" Mercury blurted. He floated in contemplation, though his arms were outstretched. Crucified. He couldn't understand. Something was missing.
"Resume."
"Sumitting new search. Directory Manchester. Time present. Input all available arguments. Search for Butterfly."
"Prognostication in process."
An age crept by and Mercury hung there thinking.
Fortress stood behind Sigma and looked at the main moniter. before them was the CoMed chamber and suspended in the centre was Mercury, fully clothed and held by 3 dozen fine cables, all injected into nerve endings and along his spinal cord.
"Whats he looking for" Fortress stood arms crossed. Concern filling his face. "Whats he searching for?"
"Dunno mon? 2 hours straight. Da Butterfly trace is a dun deal. Mons diggin' deep code."
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Another half screw of the shaft and Mercury was at one of the primary inteface stations. A hub of bumblebee monitors all displaying files, videos and raw code trickling up the screen. Windows and portals opened and closed as the MADAM sorted and resorted the data. Her Web Spinners dancing over the keyboards, shrill clicks and wails eminating from the tonka toy familiars as the bumped and worked together. Some sat at USB ports soaking in the raw figures. Viridian eyes irised as they drew in the succulent statistics.
Outstretched and twisted up into the intestinal cables of the hub, set back into the black corroded steel, was Sigma-Pi-Off. He was a muscled and toned man, his Caribbean skin slick with oil and cream blue coolant. His grey vest was stained in a similar manner from his communions with the MADAM. He didn't even move to see Mercury when he spoke.
"Adu mon?" His voice muffled by propylene. His black country accent reverberating in the web of ethernet lines. "An' before ye opens ye cakehole me nuh know whats up with de Gaffer." Mercury just stood ther and watched. Sigma, as he was know for short, slid out from under the bank of computers.
"Ye gorra feace lark a bulldawg chewin' a wasp." He flashed his whimsical smile. Mercury smiled and let out a small chuckle. "So mon ye gonna speaks with da missus?" He clambered to his feet and replaced his tools back into the webbing of his cargo trousers. Filings of silver. Peppered dust.
"Yep 'da missus'. Need her heads up on events to come and how the information is talking in the Web. Need her views on some other things too."
"Oh ya mon?" The ripped bulk of Sigma sat down on a torn leather desk chair. Cracked leather boots, pensioner skin, crossed and propped on the back of keyboards. "Whats missus gonna be getting ye inta?" A bushy eyebrow raised. A benzen flick of the lighter and a ciggarette was into his pale pink lips.
"Just need to confirm some concerns, lay them to rest."
"Speaks to da wires." Ash cloud exhaled and reinhaled.
"Yeah. Speak to the wires."
Down a further 2 screws of the spire was one of the CoMed labs. Communication. Communion. Mediation. Speaking to the wires. Listening to the flow of data on the skin of thought. The edge of Pandemonia. The cusp of the internet.
The chamber was built like a jail cell. Fortress had once said a member of the original Zero Coder Hyperion cabal, Dr P0l4gOn, had ensured that the chamber was electromagtic negative. However others felt it was also to ensure no Zerks could escape if the 'mancers Soul Barriers failed. The last thing you wanted was a technodemon loose in the facility.
Beyond the 6 inch thick walls was a fine ion barrier. The smell of a summer thunder. The spherical chamber roughly 16 yards across and no visible panels or seating.
Mercury had already discarded his coat and was now sat cross-legged in the base of the sphere. Simplexes patterned the walls, plates of aged chrome. Speckeled greens and filthy vermillions and their edges. He exhaled.
To a silent pulse beyond the Veil. Inhale. The wash of icy numbers. Exhale. All out. Empty. Just flesh and blood. Body and soul and thought. Tool and command and purpose. Inhale. Deep this time. The pulse dying and with it his own, a slow subdermal tick. Be one with the ether of ideas. His body floated. Up on the eddies of the Web, that Platonic reality. his feet inches from the surface.
All dark. The lights dying and giving way to the edge of the Abyss and allow this jaunt over to the spectral hell of Pandemonia. But not too far. Just enough so that both world could be felt. Fallen and High reality in communion at the point of transmission. The critical point, the saddle point of worlds.
The traingles of iron floated back and flipped. Knife edge angainst knife edge. Slicing the Veil. The new surface was vast, reflective. Showing the inside. Showing the beyond. Show everything and then nothing.
Brighter than the Morning Star the sphere illuminated. Epilepsy of data. A thousand dying stars. A thousand more new born. Straight from the womb of the black primal waters. A pounding subsonic bass of lights. Mercury was dead. His eyes burnt to hollow ciders.
Another jolt, a scream from Thor, his hammer of energy surging through Mercury's body.
A whiplash and there before him a lattice, a megaopolis of connections. Hydrogen red etchings of data expanding through his consciousness. A further layer of colour overlaid. Cobalt and gold. Teal and navy. Racing in their framework of concepts.
Mercury almost cried. So close once more to the High worlds but so far from that correspondance point.
"Speak dear." A omnipotent song coursed through him. Soothing. "Come child what is it you wish?"
"Madam." His naked body dressed in the plasma of algorithms encasing his body in luminosity. "I seek your information."
"Submit aquistion. Present topic and arguments. Define limiting variables. Submit Upload."
"Present God. Query all. Limit to Manchester. Pre Roman. Submit Upload Dream. Recent."
He waited. The firefly dance continued about him. The slices of information bleeding a fractal path.
"Pause search!" Mercury blurted. He floated in contemplation, though his arms were outstretched. Crucified. He couldn't understand. Something was missing.
"Resume."
"Sumitting new search. Directory Manchester. Time present. Input all available arguments. Search for Butterfly."
"Prognostication in process."
An age crept by and Mercury hung there thinking.
Fortress stood behind Sigma and looked at the main moniter. before them was the CoMed chamber and suspended in the centre was Mercury, fully clothed and held by 3 dozen fine cables, all injected into nerve endings and along his spinal cord.
"Whats he looking for" Fortress stood arms crossed. Concern filling his face. "Whats he searching for?"
"Dunno mon? 2 hours straight. Da Butterfly trace is a dun deal. Mons diggin' deep code."
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