[you wake up, [[itchy]]
is that the most important thing right now? (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[worrying] about ''skin?''
the bit where you ''touch'' other stuff? the everythingelse?
maybe not
maybe youre more concerned with your //hearing//, there is after all, a [[ringing]] in your right //ear// maybe you should get that checked out? but by //who?//
...]
(set: $name to "Hu883087")
(font:'Shatter')+(text-style:'outline')[(either: "you feel restless", "the lighting makes it feel safe here", "the air has a faint smell of antiseptic", "there's something in one of your back teeth, the herbivore ones", "how is your tale?" , "your pink silicone watch says (current-time:)", "you stifle the urge to howl" , "you should touch up your hoof peddi when this is all over" , "how many other people do you work with?" , "your canines feel furry", "you notice every room so far has 8 walls" , "you itch", "you scratch", "there is a soft scratching noise far away", "moving feels theraputic", "you smooth yourself nervously")]
(hover-style:(text-color:cyan) + (text-style:'italic'))+(transition: "pulse")
[Uma Breakdown]time for your ^^briefing^^ engineer
the dorm (transition: "dissolve")[swims] around you,
.. slip
''thup'' your right hand bangs flat on the metal deck and only then does it catch up with your brain that you just fell.
quick brain reboot
stuff some [[banana]] skins in your pocket?
[[pretend]] its all fine?
You (transition: "dissolve")[listen], trying hard to make out any sounds of other occupants.
Nothing.
only
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[//a quiet whirring
but that might just be in your poor head.//]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s)[//Wait a little longer, looking at the embroidered sweatbands around your wrists, a warm rich orange over dark hair there, a logo you don't recognise, like a hole or a star.//]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[ok, you're ready to [[get up->itchy]]]
^^good call^^ this stuff can come in handy later,
energy is hard to come by the further and further you get from base
you taste a bit, //still good//
fine
standing up you notice something in your [[pocket]] as you wipe protein powder and (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[strands of wool] from your skirt
time to go [[back->pretend]]
(put: 1 into $banana)the dorm doors *slick* shut behind you
your feel a bit better in the cool (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[//breeze//] of the heavy vent above the door, real fresh air being so near the (link:"surface")[... how do you know that?]
there's (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[a [[mirror]]] down the (link:"coridoor")[... a dead end, posters for sporting events cover a fused *bulkhead*, the upcoming draft for some game that seems to involve large pipes underground, a glass sphere containing algae and a large speaker set above an arena panneled in laquered wood.].
and two ''ladders'' set into round holes at either side of the main walk way, sleping down into pipes at around ''45 degrees'', lit with little LED (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[readouts] the scroll data very (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[slowly].
if you want, you could take the *ladder* to the [[left]] or the *ladder* to the [[right]]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[''whoah'']
a small box, plastic
flip top
lid
you recognise it instantly
the accelerant is unmistable, a compoind of //amino acids// that cause the bacteria of an (text-colour: red)[''industrial stomach unit''] to work at 250% rate, though ''naturally'' burning out in 5 times the normal time, often with catastrophic failures if the conditions are (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[''volitile''] enough.
better stow it again, though instead of leaving it on you front pocket of your skirt you wisely shift it to the scarred hole under your shoulder, just round from your armpit where an infected port had to be removed, leaving an (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[ugly] pocket, perfect for such (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[contraband].
it hurts a little, but its better than the other options that could be opened up by being (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[found] with this item.
time to [[leave->pretend]]
(put: 1 into $drugs)
the ''mirror'' (link: "is covered in grease and strands of fibre.")[becomes ''cleaner'' as you wipe at it,
(set: $name to (prompt: "before you see yourself, you have a flash of who you are, your name is...", "Hu5579")) making out a distorted image of y[[ourself]] in the dented metal]
//$name// you think to yourself, that's your name
a stupid name, but it will do for now, if you
could see what you look like maybe you could think of a better name
you awkwardly twist yourself into the hole, surroundd by LED readouts that grind past slowly little rows of text but your trying not to pay attenion as its awkward in this pipe and your//hoofs// on the metal rungs slip a little even though they have some kindof rubber
you look at the (click-append: "LED readouts") + (transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 10s) + (font: "Courier New") + (text-colour: black)[oijdlknljd$name whasdfdsfsdfdsft are (text-colour: red)[yosdau doing?] (current-date:) you shousohdsaldnt be ouojsdat here? (text-colour: red)[$name] why aren't sadasdwyou worsdadsadking? dsdfdfs$name saodhosnjdois... //you shouldnt have looked at this, it is (text-colour: red)[bad luck](current-date:)]
the LED readouts cast a blue glow in the pipe and are just enough to make out the walls and the ladder, its hard climbing down but you keep going and soon you see more light and feel you've reached the [[bottom]] of the ladder
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[//$name//]
that is your name
you think it to yourself as you clip your hooves down the laddder,
the air smells dead here and even the little scrolling LEDs seem meaningless.
soon enough you are at the [[bottom]]our eyes are (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[beutiful], thats the first thing we notice upond seeing each other
big, at the front of a soft haired face, all black except for a bright blue square of the iris and soft milky brown pupil that looks almost like a hope.
at the (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[sides of our head] are the other two eyes, the prey eyes, closed now, the fur on the (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[lips] soft and a dark grey in contrast to the dark green of the rest of what we can see on the face, the upright ears and the poking between the (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 10s)[vent] gaps in the engineer uniform.
hoofs are painted black, but (link: "chipped")[ in places showing the coper colour underneath].
we turn [[away->pretend]]
(if: $drugs is 1)[You feel the small container in your back (text-colour: red)[dig] in and you twist awkwardly to get out of the pipe]
you turn and look [[around->gym]]the (link: "floor")[sticky, shiny, floor] of this (link: "room")[octagonal room] is (link: "tiled")[covered in a mosaic, white with a black in the centre of the floor, its ''20somthing'' arms creeping out and up the walls before getting lost in the ducting of the veiling]
there are (link: "refuse bins every few yards")[4 bins that you can see that are upright and entact, the rest are smashed, upended and (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 4s)[licked clean]. will you look at bin [[one]], [[two]], [[three]] or [[four]]?]
(if: $drugs is 1)[
(alert:"you're thinking about small packet in the scarred pocked of your back")]you sift through sport socks impregnated with dog hormones but almost used up, dry and flaking. There are bunldes of support tape with orhair struck to them, useless for anything now but then deep at the bottom under an empty packet of glucose jelly pipetes you find what you were looking for, a (link: "thick")[sticky, sweating and solid] corner of vegetable matter. Probably a wedge of some kind of goud, partly dried but with a surface of yeast dust over a thin skin that has kept the oil inside until you touch it.
''you secret the find about your peson, in one of your skirts many pockets''
(put: 1 into $banana)
(link:" you hear a noise")[^^Whirrrr^^rrr//rrrrrr//......''bbbbbb''[[....->machine]]]
//there isnt anything left of use in the bin, packaging from sinus strips, chalk bags caked beyond use, a ball with a bite missing//
a noise makes you [[turn->machine]]
as you reach the bin you get the (link:"smell")[tang of the bacteria in their air] before you can see inside, but you know it was the right choice.
the container is nearly full with pumpkin rinds, a thick soup at the bottom that is fermenting healthily.
you briefly think how you can carry all of this. (link:"pockets?")[''yes!'' looking in one opening of your uniform you find a tag that when pulled eventualy yealds a large sack that must have been folded up in the lining of the suit where it covers your stomach.
it is made of a smooth, pearlescent material that feels like silk but you have no doubt is ''watertight''. thick veins radiate across the material reenforcing straps so that the bag can sealed with a roll over flap and attached comfortable to the back.
''with some difficulty'' you manage to fill the bag, before a [[noise->machine]] makes you turn]
(put: 5 into $banana)the bin is filled with leaflitter, mostly non-viable (link:"but")[there at the bottom is a glowing clump of fungus, waxy and good, you're about to try a taste when you notice a [[noise->machine]]]
(put: 1 into $banana)(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 2s)[''there is a big machine'']
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[it looks like a furnace]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 4s)[''a big throat'']
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 5s)[a (link:"noise")[whining]]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 8s)[''what to do?'']
(if: $banana is 0) + (transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 10s)[you don't have anything to offer, you dont know what to [[do->zero]]]
(if: $banana is 1) + (transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 10s)[you have some material to keep the gut briefly satisfied, you should have picked up more, but this will have to [[do->minor]]]
(if: $banana is 2) + (transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 10s)[you have some material to keep the gut briefly satisfied, you should have picked up more, but this will have to [[do->minor]]]
(if: $banana >= 3) + (transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 10s)[you realise you have a lot of material to give the gut, the smell of all the organic matter you are carrying must have reached by now as it is ''whining'' even [[louder->major]]]you dig arond for the ^^material^^, checking every pocked for the anything you might have loose, and crumbs of (link:"something")[value]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[it takes a while]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 6s)[you load everything into the ''industrial stomach''] (if: $drugs is 1)[you remember the accelerant, in your rush to *pop* it out from the pocket in your skin you tweak a muscle slightly. Opening the container you empty the little globs of fatty stuf into the *machine*]
You wait while a printout is regurgitated
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 9s)[...]
(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 12s)[^^whiiiiinnnnnnnnneeeee^^]
(if: $drugs is 1) + (colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 12s)[''RWWWWWWOOOOOOWWWWRRRLLLLLL'']
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s) + (colour: orange)[^^//shudder//^^]
(if: $drugs is 1) + (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s) + (colour: orange)[''BR-BR-BR-BR-BR-BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-BR-BR-BR-BR]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 20s) + (font:'Courier New') + (text-style: "shadow") + (colour: orange)[//...$name, about two hundred years ago, ideas about contagion began to change, an association between more than one thing, a collaboration.
This centre was founded on such principles of difference and mutualism,
^^EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..EEeee^^
Excess, Excretia
Beyond utility, the accursed share.(if: $drugs is 1)[ Beyond the properly sacred things that constitute the common realm of
religion or magic, the heterogeneous world includes everything resulting from unproductive expenditure 5 (sacred things themselves form part of this whole).
This consists of everything rejected by homogeneous society as waste or as
superior transcendent value. Included are the waste products of the human body and certain analogous matter (trash, vermin, etc.); the parts of the body; persons, words, or acts having a suggestive erotic value; the various unconscious
processes such as dreams or neuroses; the numerous elements or social forms
that homogeneous society is powerless to assimilate: mobs, the warrior, aristocratic and impoverished classes, different types of violent individuals or at least those who refuse the rule (madmen, leaders, poets, etc.)] The sacred remainder of waste,
The excercises explored at this establishment;
expressions of energy which refuses extrnal explanation
refuse, heterogeneous expenditure of all kinds,
by all kinds,
the gut curls round, looping, before ending in the tail of the intestine
and inside, all kinds analyse and expell protoplasm
to be taken up by another, changed again, expressed, disjoined, and by multitudinous others engaged and elucidated futher
**eisegeses**, play but also
egestion.
...eating, expounding...
^^EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..EEeee^^
eupepsia//]
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you unhook the sack which contains all your treasures from around your body, it slops uneavenly, the bag seems to have a musculature you did not notice, maybe it has just woken up?
*the bag tightens expectantly, there is no sign of the opening where you previously filled it*
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[you notice a pore on one side, about the size of your finger. it is sealed with a wad of dirty waxy crystiline material, ending in a large ball above the surface of the sack skin. This was not here before.]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 6s)[Muscle memory begins to take over, you pull at the plug-ball with your softly furred hands, sharp black nails careful not to damage anything.
You pull harder as the plug-ball refuses to budge and the pore itself stretches, as if the skin was relaxing, becoming [[elastic]]]
(link:"you feel so unprepared")[//did// you (link:"rush?")[take the medication you were meant to? the dates on all the little packs read the same every time you tried to remember and you can't tell what is happening now as the room starts to feel //softer and dimmer and warmer// and you get the idea that you're miles away from here and then you feel a [[jolt->itchy]]]]
this was fun
we can do it [[again->refus]] if you like, maybe differently.(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[The machine whines quietly]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 9s)[pulling on the plug-ball you feel a sympathetic tension in your abdomen, a gentle hunger feeling, loose and expectant]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s)[reaching your left hand under your utility vest you find the edges of the port under your ribs, nails touching the lips that are alredy slightly wet]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 21s)[the port expands to accomodate the waxy ball as you push it inside, wincing at the tension in dry skin before the port contracts back around the stretch tube of the pore, the ball inside your abdomen makes you feel constapated]
(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 27s)[The machine whines [[quietly]]]
(if: $drugs is 1)+(colour: red)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 27s)[you remember the accelerant, stretching your shoulder it drops easily, *pop*, from the pocket in your flesh, and you catch it with a hand behind your back.
You upend the container and the little spheres of fat fall down your throat] (colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[you hold the shivvering sack in your arm, its snaking tube disapearing under your clothing and into your body]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 6s)[you can already feel the plug disolving in your stomach acid(if: $drugs is 1)[accelerated by the banned compound of organic material you have just ingested].]
(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 9s)[The ''Industrial Stomach'' machine gets louder.]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 12s)[You heft the sack into the open throat of the machine. Does it open it? Does it just warm and massage the skin sack? Does the sack just disolve?]
(if: $drugs is 1)+(colour: red)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s)[The drugs have started to make you feel lightheaded].
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 18s)[gathering the slack few meters of the tube that now connects your body to the machine, and the collected material you feel it has tightened and thickened, contractions quivver along its length and it is now completely opaque, a dark enflamed reddy [[purple]]].
You slump carefully with your back leaning against the machine, the tube looped and cradled in your arms so as not to be sat on.
(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time:21s)[The ''Industrial Stomach'' machine begins to spew out a ream of printed paper next to you.](colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 3s)[^^BBBBBRRRRRRRRR-B^^]
(colour: green)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 9s)[...]
(colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 12s)[^^whiiiiinnnnnnnnneeeee^^]
(if: $drugs is 1) + (colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 12s)[''RWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLL'']
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s) + (colour: orange)[^^//shudder//^^]
(if: $drugs is 1) + (transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 15s) + (colour: orange)[''BR-BR-BR-BR-BR-BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-BR-BR-BR-BR]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 20s) + (font:'Courier New') + (text-style: "shadow") + (colour: orange)[//...$name, about two hundred years ago, ideas about contagion began to change, an association between more than one thing, a collaboration.
This centre was founded on such principles of difference and mutualism,
^^aaaaaaAAAaaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAaa^^
Aerobic, aeropic
Accursed Assemblage.(if: $drugs is 1)[ Cellulose is biocompatible and has been used in a wide variety of regenerative medicine applications, such as cartilage tissue engineering, bone tissue engineering, and wound healing.] Angelic...
This accademy is concerned not just with absorbtion of knowledge, with reserch, but with its explusion, with the athletic release, the ludic desire-production which brings about the additional //and...and...and...//]
(transition: "dissolve")+(transition-time: 25s) + (font:'Courier New') + (text-style: "shadow") + (colour: orange)[We analyse material, but in the very moment and method of analysis the flows go both ways. Our attention is a caress in all directions, rubbing fur and sharing fluid.
Refuse, waste, will not be denied, cannot be refused.
To attend, to acknowledge, is to be akin, a kin.
''abjection'' is proliferation.
(if: $drugs is 1) + (colour: blue)+(transition: "dissolve") + (transition-time: 12s)[When I am beset by abjection, the twisted braid of affects and thoughts I call by such a name does not have,
properly speaking, a definable object. The abject is not an object facing me, which I name or imagine. Nor is
it an ob-jest, an otherness ceaselessly fleeing in a systematic quest of desire. What is abject is not my
correlative, which, providing me with someone or something else as support, would allow me to be more or
less detached and autonomous. The abject has only one quality of the object—that of being opposed to I.]
Chastity is astucious, absence of elan, of animation.
the gut curls round, looping, before ending in the tail of the intestine
and inside, acrued by tiny, multiple animals, spewing chains of protoplasm into each others mouths.
Difference, assorted, rot and augmentation
to be taken up by ''another'', changed again, afforded, disjoined, and by multitudinous others absorbed and discharged multiplying all the while.
Waste, the writhing in matter, is the way to ''astasia'', the very substance of life itself.
The alternative is
Anihilation, Asepsis//]
``````[[a->end]].....