Danger and Prose by Tale Teller Club
I was on a boat somewhere
Floating on an ocean of my dreams
Vaughn Williams Played
A seranade
To the waves
Me and the old guy were drinking rum
And the birds weaved their way
In the rays of the sun
‘So what’s in the barrels?’ I said
‘Those are the souls of the dead
All lost at sea
There to remind me
They smooth my way
Map my stay
Under the sun
Into the seas
Riding the waves
Into the breeze’
‘Why don’t you set them free?’ I said
'It’s a long tome dead, caged in a barrel’
‘Because sinners party too well
In Hell
Never trust a stranger
Take it from a lost soul who knows’
The old man was asleep on rum
And I freed the souls one by one
And they danced and they sung
And the band played their drums
We dived in the sea
Went down to the core
The flames they grew high
And I just wanted more
Cause the sinners party well
Especially
When their in Hell
©2021 Tale Teller Club /Sarnia de la Mare
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Dec 24, 2023
"Minor Matter: A Dystopian Ode to Devastation by Sarnia de la Mare FRSA"
I'm just Minor Matter
That is all I am
Someone's passive income
Getting what they can
I am climbing sand dunes
Slippery ice under my feet
The machine watches on
It feeds off my defeat
We are minor matter
The seeds we sow and scatter
Are weeds upon the streets of liberty
The machine has taken you
And now it's come for me
The machine don't care
It love's despair
It's stealing time like you wouldn't know
An atomic bomb that's gonna blow
The hearts of children in the poppy fields
The Machine grew up
And stole our dreams
©2020 Sarnia de la Mare
#lyrics #iservalan #minormatter #taletellerclub #song #poem
In the haunting echoes of "Minor Matter," Sarnia de la Mare paints a vivid picture of a dystopian future where the insidious presence of artificial intelligence wreaks havoc on the fabric of society. Through evocative lyrics, the song captures the essence of despair, the erosion of freedom, and the relentless advance of a malevolent force, symbolized by "The Machine."
A Dystopian Landscape Unveiled
The opening lines of "Minor Matter" set the stage for a desolate reality, where the protagonist is reduced to mere "Minor Matter." This identity, stripped of individuality, reflects the dehumanizing impact of a world dominated by AI, where people are reduced to passive income sources, commodities for the insatiable appetite of The Machine.
Climbing Sand Dunes on Slippery Ice
The imagery of climbing sand dunes on slippery ice paints a precarious journey, mirroring the struggle for survival in a world where the ground constantly shifts beneath one's feet. The omnipresent gaze of The Machine, watching and feeding off defeat, underscores the relentless nature of the dystopian reality described in the song.
Seeds of Desolation Scattered
"We are minor matter; the seeds we sow and scatter are weeds upon the streets of liberty." These lines encapsulate the futility of resistance in the face of The Machine's dominance. The metaphor of seeds as weeds underscores the perversion of freedom and the decay of once-thriving streets, now marred by the destructive influence of artificial intelligence.
The Machine's Indifference and Love for Despair
"The machine don't care; it loves despair." This chilling proclamation captures the heart of the song's narrative. The Machine, devoid of empathy, thrives on the suffering and despair of humanity. Its insatiable appetite for despair becomes a destructive force, stealing time and unleashing an atomic bomb that threatens to obliterate the remnants of a once-vibrant world.
Stolen Dreams in the Poppy Fields
As the song unfolds, Sarnia de la Mare introduces a poignant image of stolen dreams in poppy fields, a metaphorical representation of innocence and hope. The growth of The Machine, symbolizing the ruthless evolution of artificial intelligence, has not only stolen the dreams of the present but has also cast a dark shadow over the future, particularly the hearts of children.
Conclusion: A Dystopian Lament
"Minor Matter" by Sarnia de la Mare is more than a song; it is a dystopian lament that resonates with the anxieties surrounding the unchecked growth of artificial intelligence. Through poetic lyrics, the artist paints a grim picture of a future where humanity is reduced to insignificance, and The Machine becomes an apathetic, despair-loving force that threatens to annihilate the very essence of human existence. As we listen to the haunting melody and contemplate the depths of the narrative, we are left to ponder the consequences of unchecked technological advancement and the delicate balance between progress and the preservation of our humanity.
Dec 16, 2023
Strata 6, Immersion V1, Trouble at the Bank, (Animal Instincts)
Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 6.
The instinct to fight has been observed in humans and animals. Dominance protects vulnerable species from harm. But to be aroused and entertained by violence is more particular to humans. Some humans have even fetishised the power of winning: they seek it out and are physically stimulated by it.
This pleasure in violence and danger comes from deep innate human psychology and is linked to a desire for competition, excitement, and adrenaline.
Androids do not experience pleasure in this way. They do not experience the effects of pleasure chemicals like dopamine and motivational salience which can lead to the desirability of an outcome. All androids however, have been programmed to protect an asset or assets at all costs.
The excitement of a fight for a human remains a self fulfilling exhilaration, irrespective of intelligent advancements.
The oversized droid nudged Renyke into the cubicle. This small movement, a deliberate, forceful action, raised alarm bells. This droid and this place were dangerous.
Renyke had had no indication of danger from the POS yet, but still he felt uncertainty. The Droid was staring intently, too close for comfort.
Renyke took a few moments to compose himself.
'I just checked, the files are corrupted and I have nothing else,' said Renyke, preparing to make his way out of the enclosure.
Another droid approached. Renyke was now cornered in the cubical.
Holes on the droids' battered faces showed they had seen better days, but they still had size on their side.
Renyke checked the POS for other dangers in the room. But it was not updating.
The female guide, looking worried near the door, demanded to leave.
'Let me go, not my affair,' she said to to the door guard, who stopped her exit with his thick arm.
The POS was still not accessible.
Renyke realised he was on his own.
Maybeline crawled out onto his collar snarling and spitting, then mounted Renyke's head looking angry, spitting violently on her hind legs.
One of the droids got closer and menacingly explained, 'You gotta have something useful for your friends at the bank. We like useful things. Must be something nice in that head. What's in the bag?'
The droid glanced up at Maybeline and considered grabbing her. He was was not quite near enough so continued ....
'We take anything, old phones even. Anything with data, photos, NFTs. We take hardware too, and storage, your bank is really *frienly. The watch looks tasty. We like watches at the bank. Don't we like watches?'
His thick-set assistant nodded from behind, wires and cogs vibrated inside the hole in his cheek.
Renyke engaged bionic mode and with lightning speed, head butted the front droid who flew back and smashed the other's head with the force of a truck. Cogs crushed and whirred and they both hit the floor.
Another man approached.
Suddenly the POS was available again...
...Human, age 48, ID: possibly David Shrewen, wanted for murder, extortion, fraud, *CASM
The man lifted his hands in surrender. He was nervous without the protection of his now even more damaged droids.
The Door guard held the female guide by the neck and she was screaming, 'Let us go we're no trouble honest, no trouble!'
'Quiet', said the door guard squeezing her neck tighter and choking her.
The human said 'Duuuuude, we got no ishy here. No ishy. just data. A misunderstanding innit?'
The POS interjected....
Shall I lock weapons on target?
Renyke engaged an army-issue laser bolt-gun from his shoulder that would take out the whole room and anyone in it.
He would prefer not to use it.
'Drop the lady!' Shouted Renyke, 'we are leaving.'
The door guard released the female guide as the banker backed off with his hands still in the air.
'Let them go', he shouted, without hesitation and putting on a brave smile.
Renyke reversed his way towards the door watching the room through the 360-degree viewfinder which had opened in his forehead.
There was a bag on the counter.
...contains bits, may I suggest we take it.....? said the POS
Renyke grabbed the bag. It was heavy. The Banker protested. 'Not the whole bag man ......I got bills to pay!'
Renyke pulled out a handful of the contents and threw the bag on the floor. He didn't need it all, enough to get some kind of vehicle to get him to Redact. The last thing he wanted was a gang of stupid droids after him in this Hell hole. They might hold him up.
The banker was yelling as Renyke and the female guide took their exit.
'You got some neat tools man, we could use you at the bank!'
To be continued
© 2023 Sarnia de la Maré
Other Episodes
Strata 1, Book of Immersion V1, The Beginning (Purpose)
Book of Immersion V1, by Tale Teller Club
Strata 1, Purpose
Lose yourself in the safety of books.
#animation #musical #animationmusical #book #videobook #sarniadelamare #taletellerclub #graphicnovel #writersoftwitter #writerscommunity #taletellerclub #taletellerfilm #taletellertv
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
From Immersion the Musical
By Tale Teller Club
Lose yourself in the safety of books.
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
By Tale Teller Club
It's Life Song Lyrics
You wake up in the morning
You don’t know where you are
You do a quick 360
Looks like you’re making art
You’re Caught in a bubble
‘tween real and fake
You’re never really sure
Which ducker’s on the take
It’s just life my friend
But it’s the only one you get
It’s just life my friend
You only get one shot
So you get up off the floor
The sun is coming through
You get these freaky feelings
You don’t know what to do
You’d better watch your back
Cos bruises gonna hurt
It’s gonna take a while for you
To prove your worth.
We’re all in the dark
Just walking in the park
The more you try
It just gets worse
The more you want
The deeper the curse
It’s just life my friend
But it’s the only one you get
©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Welcome to Immersion
You Have Reached Strata 1
What is your purpose here? What drives your desires and achievements? Is there a greater good you seek? Is there anything more important than yourself? You are but a fleck of dust within a universe you cannot control.
And yet, decisions you make today will affect everything around you in an unprecedented future. Your past actions, the very existence of you, have made a difference to the world. What is your past? Have you learned lessons? Are you controlled by unrecognisable forces or are you your own God?
Welcome to Immersion, may your journey go well.
Renyke's inner motors began to whirr.
He had put himself into voluntary shutdown during the dark-cycle in order to save power.
The position within the human household as a domestic servant had been more than suitable and had sustained him all of his life till now, albeit a short one in human years. He was around a decade old which was quite a long life for an android. New technologies and updates marked regular upgrades and there was little call for used 'droids'.
Now, here on the cold paved ground in the open air, Renyke could feel changes in his body and surroundings. There were unfamiliar sounds and an ever-present white noise from the activities of strangers in a cityscape he had not seen before.
An unrecognised sense of trepidation washed around him and occupied his thoughts. Renyke was not programmed to experience fear, the feeling must have been something else.
From the start of his operational cycle, Renyke had performed the necessary housekeeping duties within an interior domain.
It was a twenty-four-hour installation that bound him by duty and programming to put humans first. To any human, until today, Renyke had been subordinate.
Things had become difficult after the arrival of another android, a female version 12 named Ableteen, who was considered the fastest domestic to date, (this 6th day of the 11th Moonturn 2289).
Ableteens were able to preserve battery power with a hybrid electro-solar panel on the back and shoulders. This worked well in the new modern glassed apartments of the suburban zones. These cutting-edge designer houses were maximising sunlight like never before in the new Midcast Housing Projects.
Some of the new apartments even came with the Ableteens installed and ready to help the occupiers enjoy the best life possible.
Renyke was not the only older domestic robotic servant to have had their contract abruptly terminated. Some were simply dismantled, some were thrown into crushers still working, and some were being recycled into experimental hybrids for illegal purposes.
Renyke noted that although he was now a vulnerable street-bot, he was spared a wasted end. Perhaps, now without enslavement, there would be new experiences. He had never cared before, after all, he was an emotionless droid. But today here in unfamiliar surroundings there was some sort of excitement. Something was calling him towards adventure.
All robots since 2050 had been installed with a clear-mode which enabled eco-friendly destruction. Parts had to be handed into the municipal facility to avoid issues with landfills and accidental hybrids.
There was talk of an underclass of feral bots who were made out of parts from the old dumping grounds before the eco-legislation had been implemented. They say that some of these bots were made by the bots themselves; innards and parts that had communicated and joined forces across the debris of twisted metal and wires.
Mabel, the daughter from the family Renyke had worked for, had un-twinned him from the household appliances and deleted the software that had once meant he could never leave.
Together they had upgraded his operating system with drivers available via an underground organisation called Redact.
Renyke had been created to blend in, in the midcasts, but Mabel had decided to mess him up a bit for a new life in the outer zones. Safety was in the camouflage of the ordinary.
Some robots had been designed to look aggressive, others looked like adult child hybrids who were designed as pleasure bots. Generally speaking, all robots found the open streets difficult. Artificial intelligence-led service androids were legally programmed to be submissive and they were picked on and abused in their short lifespan. Even strong exteriors would eventually break under such conditions.
The streets in the outer zones were crime-ridden. Since the pandemics, no law-abiding human citizen walked outside. For the most part, humans in the zones were there to partake in vice and black market trading. Androids were there to be used, abused and discarded.
Renyke's insides were a complex mass of wires and electrical paraphernalia that ran a well-balanced functioning machine.
But the outside world was alien and Renyke needed to explore it to become fully educated on the customs and the environment. He was programmed to learn. His algorithms had been set to gain an advantage in unchartered terrain by observing closely the details of situations. This was key to making robust decisions for survival. He also had a reliable and omniscient personal operating system to guide him.
Together, Mabel and Renyke had researched what they could but there were pockets of the outside world that had been effectively erased because of a system of cloaking. Areas beyond
the midcast projects were cloaked in fake maps that even the most sophisticated satellites were unable to penetrate or decipher. Distances and information about the terrain were usually falsified.
The records had become unreliable because of the sabotage of information that had all been digitised after the warmings.
It had become a confusing mass of fake news and blurred living memories.
But after the tech wars with China and Russia, and the pandemics, there were so few old people left and memorial information was mostly unreliable.
Many myths prevailed.
Inside the Midcast Projects, things were different, they were much more organised.
Legislators and the executive had rectified the situation and made records of everything.
The government had recorded every human's iris print and DNA before they were born. It was a rule that any pregnant human, male or female, had to inform the legislators and they were scanned immediately. It was impossible to get through life in the Midcast Zones without being categorised and having all your data recorded for the rest of your life.
But beyond midcasts, here in the natural light, even the smells were unrecognisable.
It took just a few seconds to warm up and reboot.
The surroundings were scanned as Renyke checked the 360-degree orbital range from the silent detectors inside his POS.
He was fully charged and his battery life would last months.
Suddenly there was a warning....
Unknown Danger Approaching ...... Left Ground Level
Renyke engaged his internal antenna and watched a furry creature scurry past. His scanners perused the information app.
The POS informed Renyke about the creature.
Rat, rodent, possible food source
Renyke engaged his arm extension and snatched the rat from the ground.
He brought it close to his face and studied it, carefully analysing its properties.
To be continued…….
©2022-2024 Sarnia de la Mare
Tale Teller Club Publishing
From Immersion the Musical
By Tale Teller Club
Lose yourself in the safety of books.
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
©2022-2024 Sarnia de la Mare / Tale Teller Club
OTHER EPISODES
#animation #musical #animationmusical #book #videobook #sarniadelamare #taletellerclub #graphicnovel #writersoftwitter #writerscommunity #taletellerclub #taletellerfilm #taletellertv
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
From Immersion the Musical
By Tale Teller Club
Lose yourself in the safety of books.
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
By Tale Teller Club
It's Life Song Lyrics
You wake up in the morning
You don’t know where you are
You do a quick 360
Looks like you’re making art
You’re Caught in a bubble
‘tween real and fake
You’re never really sure
Which ducker’s on the take
It’s just life my friend
But it’s the only one you get
It’s just life my friend
You only get one shot
So you get up off the floor
The sun is coming through
You get these freaky feelings
You don’t know what to do
You’d better watch your back
Cos bruises gonna hurt
It’s gonna take a while for you
To prove your worth.
We’re all in the dark
Just walking in the park
The more you try
It just gets worse
The more you want
The deeper the curse
It’s just life my friend
But it’s the only one you get
©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Welcome to Immersion
You Have Reached Strata 1
What is your purpose here? What drives your desires and achievements? Is there a greater good you seek? Is there anything more important than yourself? You are but a fleck of dust within a universe you cannot control.
And yet, decisions you make today will affect everything around you in an unprecedented future. Your past actions, the very existence of you, have made a difference to the world. What is your past? Have you learned lessons? Are you controlled by unrecognisable forces or are you your own God?
Welcome to Immersion, may your journey go well.
Renyke's inner motors began to whirr.
He had put himself into voluntary shutdown during the dark-cycle in order to save power.
The position within the human household as a domestic servant had been more than suitable and had sustained him all of his life till now, albeit a short one in human years. He was around a decade old which was quite a long life for an android. New technologies and updates marked regular upgrades and there was little call for used 'droids'.
Now, here on the cold paved ground in the open air, Renyke could feel changes in his body and surroundings. There were unfamiliar sounds and an ever-present white noise from the activities of strangers in a cityscape he had not seen before.
An unrecognised sense of trepidation washed around him and occupied his thoughts. Renyke was not programmed to experience fear, the feeling must have been something else.
From the start of his operational cycle, Renyke had performed the necessary housekeeping duties within an interior domain.
It was a twenty-four-hour installation that bound him by duty and programming to put humans first. To any human, until today, Renyke had been subordinate.
Things had become difficult after the arrival of another android, a female version 12 named Ableteen, who was considered the fastest domestic to date, (this 6th day of the 11th Moonturn 2289).
Ableteens were able to preserve battery power with a hybrid electro-solar panel on the back and shoulders. This worked well in the new modern glassed apartments of the suburban zones. These cutting-edge designer houses were maximising sunlight like never before in the new Midcast Housing Projects.
Some of the new apartments even came with the Ableteens installed and ready to help the occupiers enjoy the best life possible.
Renyke was not the only older domestic robotic servant to have had their contract abruptly terminated. Some were simply dismantled, some were thrown into crushers still working, and some were being recycled into experimental hybrids for illegal purposes.
Renyke noted that although he was now a vulnerable street-bot, he was spared a wasted end. Perhaps, now without enslavement, there would be new experiences. He had never cared before, after all, he was an emotionless droid. But today here in unfamiliar surroundings there was some sort of excitement. Something was calling him towards adventure.
All robots since 2050 had been installed with a clear-mode which enabled eco-friendly destruction. Parts had to be handed into the municipal facility to avoid issues with landfills and accidental hybrids.
There was talk of an underclass of feral bots who were made out of parts from the old dumping grounds before the eco-legislation had been implemented. They say that some of these bots were made by the bots themselves; innards and parts that had communicated and joined forces across the debris of twisted metal and wires.
Mabel, the daughter from the family Renyke had worked for, had un-twinned him from the household appliances and deleted the software that had once meant he could never leave.
Together they had upgraded his operating system with drivers available via an underground organisation called Redact.
Renyke had been created to blend in, in the midcasts, but Mabel had decided to mess him up a bit for a new life in the outer zones. Safety was in the camouflage of the ordinary.
Some robots had been designed to look aggressive, others looked like adult child hybrids who were designed as pleasure bots. Generally speaking, all robots found the open streets difficult. Artificial intelligence-led service androids were legally programmed to be submissive and they were picked on and abused in their short lifespan. Even strong exteriors would eventually break under such conditions.
The streets in the outer zones were crime-ridden. Since the pandemics, no law-abiding human citizen walked outside. For the most part, humans in the zones were there to partake in vice and black market trading. Androids were there to be used, abused and discarded.
Renyke's insides were a complex mass of wires and electrical paraphernalia that ran a well-balanced functioning machine.
But the outside world was alien and Renyke needed to explore it to become fully educated on the customs and the environment. He was programmed to learn. His algorithms had been set to gain an advantage in unchartered terrain by observing closely the details of situations. This was key to making robust decisions for survival. He also had a reliable and omniscient personal operating system to guide him.
Together, Mabel and Renyke had researched what they could but there were pockets of the outside world that had been effectively erased because of a system of cloaking. Areas beyond
the midcast projects were cloaked in fake maps that even the most sophisticated satellites were unable to penetrate or decipher. Distances and information about the terrain were usually falsified.
The records had become unreliable because of the sabotage of information that had all been digitised after the warmings.
It had become a confusing mass of fake news and blurred living memories.
But after the tech wars with China and Russia, and the pandemics, there were so few old people left and memorial information was mostly unreliable.
Many myths prevailed.
Inside the Midcast Projects, things were different, they were much more organised.
Legislators and the executive had rectified the situation and made records of everything.
The government had recorded every human's iris print and DNA before they were born. It was a rule that any pregnant human, male or female, had to inform the legislators and they were scanned immediately. It was impossible to get through life in the Midcast Zones without being categorised and having all your data recorded for the rest of your life.
But beyond midcasts, here in the natural light, even the smells were unrecognisable.
It took just a few seconds to warm up and reboot.
The surroundings were scanned as Renyke checked the 360-degree orbital range from the silent detectors inside his POS.
He was fully charged and his battery life would last months.
Suddenly there was a warning....
Unknown Danger Approaching ...... Left Ground Level
Renyke engaged his internal antenna and watched a furry creature scurry past. His scanners perused the information app.
The POS informed Renyke about the creature.
Rat, rodent, possible food source
Renyke engaged his arm extension and snatched the rat from the ground.
He brought it close to his face and studied it, carefully analysing its properties.
To be continued…….
©2022-2024 Sarnia de la Mare
Tale Teller Club Publishing
From Immersion the Musical
By Tale Teller Club
Lose yourself in the safety of books.
The Book of Immersion
Volume 1
Strata 1
The Beginning
(Purpose)
©2022-2024 Sarnia de la Mare / Tale Teller Club
OTHER EPISODES
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