My gray walls rested within the realms of probability; that is, they existed, they were bounded in the temporal sturdiness of what one might call 'the present', I could feel them and I knew that they would feel the same every single time. The sole window told me it was day in my region of the simulacrum, with all the requisite notions of life existing somewhere between me and the sun to lend credence to that notion of the extemporaneity of life.
The only sound within was memorized mantra of stability: the only existing moment is now; the previous seconds are waves, the future seconds are storms; the present is the eye.
It was all I needed within my living space to rectify stability to my mind, which was still attempting to consolidate the knowledge of my previous two failures, all the steps I took, and how easily I failed the third time even when I was so close to preventing the deaths of millions.
But the singularity of existence will allow me to continue on. It will allow me one more chance, Golem willing, to prevent catastrophe. And if I could not, then they will find another from an untattered timeline, and turn him into their savior, leaving me to exist as a braindead mongrel in a time that shouldn't be.
'A war that never was', they always tell me. A war that never was but was now. The erasure of trillions of future humans that eventually led to the extinction of the species at the end of the universe; the Golem calls it 'the unfathomable genocide'. Even now, as I recite the mantra to myself, the Golem tells me the history of the unfathomable genocide from its light in the wall, the history I can recite word-for-word with it.
But the war, the truest incarnation of it, rests in the continued scars I receive, now three on my right shoulder. Three ticks for three failures, three cuts for three continually poor attempts to do my job to save the species.
I don't deserve a fourth.
Golem paused his recitation of the future history.
"Tailor 3712, your fourth excursion on case 40PD has been approved."
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Sunday, March 18, 2018
A new story- "Sacrifice Obsidian"
Chapter 1
And I came upon the field where there would rest the dead in a day, and it was covered in roses and lilies, wildflowers and brambles, with birds chirping from the nearby meadows. Nary a foot had trodden through this field in the last month, and truly, this field had no significance other than being a random shrug of chance. It would be the last standing place for soldiers fighting in a war that never happened, not recorded in any history book you or I might have read or will read or might have heard about discussed in a cafe, and yet, it had happened, and it will happen, and then it will happen again. There was never any monument to this battle, and there shouldn't have been, and yet there would be, standing in the middle of a field of dirt, later remade into a town square with a quaint shopping mall. There would be no more roses or lilies, no more wildflowers, and the birds would perch atop streetlamps and primitive automobiles rather than the branches of trees.
This shouldn't have happened. This shouldn't happen. I failed.
My estimated probability of reconstruction had fallen below 1%, and I was pulled back forward, leaving another failed mission behind me. I would have to appeal to try again, but given my two previous failures, I wasn't likely to get a fourth.
The Bureau reception room buzzed into focus, and I was greeted by the familiar blank white wall and the smell of clean cotton.
"Tailor 3712, your third attempt to mend the timeline has failed," came the officious voice of the Golem. "Your probability of success fell below 1% and rendered avenues of options moot. The degradation of your genetic makeup has reached 5%. Do you appeal to attempt case number 40PD once more? It is estimated that the degradation of your genetic makeup will reach 8.3% depending on various factors of your interspersion with a standard deviation of 2%. As a reminder: at 10% degradation, we cannot withdraw you without significant damage to your nervous system."
Significant damage... maybe it's a price. They probably wouldn't ask me unless they knew something I didn't. How do I prevent a war that never happened?
"I appeal."
"You will be notified of the decision within 24 subjective solar hours. You may return to your residence. Any attempted unauthorized temporal incursions will result in banishment."
Sounds like they want me to stay.
And I came upon the field where there would rest the dead in a day, and it was covered in roses and lilies, wildflowers and brambles, with birds chirping from the nearby meadows. Nary a foot had trodden through this field in the last month, and truly, this field had no significance other than being a random shrug of chance. It would be the last standing place for soldiers fighting in a war that never happened, not recorded in any history book you or I might have read or will read or might have heard about discussed in a cafe, and yet, it had happened, and it will happen, and then it will happen again. There was never any monument to this battle, and there shouldn't have been, and yet there would be, standing in the middle of a field of dirt, later remade into a town square with a quaint shopping mall. There would be no more roses or lilies, no more wildflowers, and the birds would perch atop streetlamps and primitive automobiles rather than the branches of trees.
This shouldn't have happened. This shouldn't happen. I failed.
My estimated probability of reconstruction had fallen below 1%, and I was pulled back forward, leaving another failed mission behind me. I would have to appeal to try again, but given my two previous failures, I wasn't likely to get a fourth.
The Bureau reception room buzzed into focus, and I was greeted by the familiar blank white wall and the smell of clean cotton.
"Tailor 3712, your third attempt to mend the timeline has failed," came the officious voice of the Golem. "Your probability of success fell below 1% and rendered avenues of options moot. The degradation of your genetic makeup has reached 5%. Do you appeal to attempt case number 40PD once more? It is estimated that the degradation of your genetic makeup will reach 8.3% depending on various factors of your interspersion with a standard deviation of 2%. As a reminder: at 10% degradation, we cannot withdraw you without significant damage to your nervous system."
Significant damage... maybe it's a price. They probably wouldn't ask me unless they knew something I didn't. How do I prevent a war that never happened?
"I appeal."
"You will be notified of the decision within 24 subjective solar hours. You may return to your residence. Any attempted unauthorized temporal incursions will result in banishment."
Sounds like they want me to stay.
Sunday, March 11, 2018
My Personal, Absolute Favoritist, Top 50 Movies
Encouraged by an e-mail from an old colleague of mine, as well as watching Das Leben Der Anderen (The Lives of Others) the other day, I thought I'd finally compile a list of my favorite movies. The top 10 are in the order in which I prefer them, i.e. numero uno is my favorite of all time. Everything after 10 is just in my general favorites because there are too many to keep in order. The notion of 'best', to me, is just how the movie made me feel with a first viewing, and how enjoyable I found it upon repeated viewings.
1. Shaun of the Dead
2. Shawshank Redemption
3. Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
4. The Legend of Drunken Master
5. The new Planet of the Apes trilogy
6. Wall-E
7. The Before Trilogy
8. In the Loop
9. Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!
10. Monty Python and the Holy Grail
11. The Lives of Others
12. Hero (Jet Li)
13. Airplane!
14. Gattaca
15. Predestination
16. Timecrimes
17. Life of Brian
18. Casino Royale
19. La La Land
20. Enter the Dragon
21. In Bruges
22. Hot Fuzz
23. Star Treks III, IV, and VI
24. Superbad
25. Kung Fu Hustle
26. Dead Man's Shoes
27. 28 Days Later
28. Coming to America & Trading Places
29. Chinatown
30. Being There
31. A Shot in the Dark
32. Black Dynamite
33. Inglourious Basterds
34. The Matrix
35. Office Space
36. Kill Bill (1 & 2)
37. Logan
38. V for Vendetta
39. Lord of the Rings trilogy
40. Midnight in Paris
41. Annie Hall
42. Born to be Blue
43. Dragons Forever
44. The Full Monty
45. The Indiana Jones TRILOGY
46. Dr. Strangelove
47. Network
48. 3 Idiots & Dangal (for the sake of saving space)
49. Blade Runner & 2049
50. Children of Men
Now that I've made the list, I realized just how many films I had to exclude that I loved: The original Star Wars trilogy, Ex Machina, Galaxy Quest, Four Lions, The Dark Knight, Ghostbusters, Captain America: Winter Soldier, Lethal Weapon, Inception, 48 Hours, Kick Ass, John Wick, Groundhog Day, Minority Report, The Blues Brothers, the El Mariachi Trilogy, Oldboy and Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, Once, Ratatouille, Road to Perdition, Saving Private Ryan, Ferris Bueller, Forrest Gump, Snatch, Trainspotting, Spirited Away, The Dirties, basically all of Pixar (not Cars though), The Man from Earth, Ocean's 11, They Live, etc. There are also a bunch of smaller films I've seen over the years that I liked but have forgotten, sadly enough. 50 isn't enough space!
That's all for now,
Das Flüg
Saturday, March 10, 2018
See You, Space Cowboy
It's been a hot minute or two, I know; I can't believe it either. I'm sure I meant to write something new at some point, but maybe I just couldn't muster up the gall to write anything because I didn't know what to write. That's not to say I've been depressed or worried or frightened; not in the least. I've been busy, both working and living and loving life and generally taking moments to appreciate where I am and all the details of the day: the smell of sunset, the ripples of bark in a tree, the serenity of a long, open field with trees waving in the distance; it's been positively lovely.
There are things to talk about happening in the world and in the US, horribly sad and unbelievable and unconscionable things that some people thought wouldn't happen. It's hard to say, honestly, if it's possible to compress down everything into bite-sized, amenable portions that would enable the average person to have a firm grasp on some issue. For instance, 'Pharma Bro' Martin Shkreli was sentenced to prison for 7 years for defrauding investors. It's an encouraging story on the surface, but he wasn't convicted of price-gouging an essential medicine for AIDS patients, rather for maintaining a pyramid scheme and embellishing money from his companies. His supporters argue that he raised the price of the drug to 'encourage research into a newer drug' and that 'the costs would be paid out by insurance companies rather than the patient', but then they seem to ignore that insurance companies can raise premiums based on estimated costs of care.
And of course, there are other things, but it's not really my place in life to comment on everything that comes up. Crazy, I know: someone with a blog not venting their opinion on every little thing that comes up. It's as if maybe trying to make your opinion heard throughout the whole gorram 'verse isn't all that important unless you're someone who, A. actually understands an issue thoroughly, or has relevant firsthand experience to add nuanced detail to an issue, and 2. it really sets your trousers on fire. For me, the general world's plethora of shit arouses reactions and emotions and resignations of disgust or frustration, but for me to accord some notion that I can and should shape someone's opinions on something? Unless I'm well-versed, I'll just keep learning.
And anyway, there's too much to do in life to be constantly angry or frustrated or lament against the machine. I don't even know how to swim! And I've never traveled to Mongolia. Maybe I should do those things first before I choose to be angered by something small that doesn't truly affect me or my friends or the greater world at large.
I've also never eaten escargot, but that's probably because it's disgusting.
There are things to talk about happening in the world and in the US, horribly sad and unbelievable and unconscionable things that some people thought wouldn't happen. It's hard to say, honestly, if it's possible to compress down everything into bite-sized, amenable portions that would enable the average person to have a firm grasp on some issue. For instance, 'Pharma Bro' Martin Shkreli was sentenced to prison for 7 years for defrauding investors. It's an encouraging story on the surface, but he wasn't convicted of price-gouging an essential medicine for AIDS patients, rather for maintaining a pyramid scheme and embellishing money from his companies. His supporters argue that he raised the price of the drug to 'encourage research into a newer drug' and that 'the costs would be paid out by insurance companies rather than the patient', but then they seem to ignore that insurance companies can raise premiums based on estimated costs of care.
And of course, there are other things, but it's not really my place in life to comment on everything that comes up. Crazy, I know: someone with a blog not venting their opinion on every little thing that comes up. It's as if maybe trying to make your opinion heard throughout the whole gorram 'verse isn't all that important unless you're someone who, A. actually understands an issue thoroughly, or has relevant firsthand experience to add nuanced detail to an issue, and 2. it really sets your trousers on fire. For me, the general world's plethora of shit arouses reactions and emotions and resignations of disgust or frustration, but for me to accord some notion that I can and should shape someone's opinions on something? Unless I'm well-versed, I'll just keep learning.
And anyway, there's too much to do in life to be constantly angry or frustrated or lament against the machine. I don't even know how to swim! And I've never traveled to Mongolia. Maybe I should do those things first before I choose to be angered by something small that doesn't truly affect me or my friends or the greater world at large.
I've also never eaten escargot, but that's probably because it's disgusting.
That's all for now,
Das Flüg
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