Tuesday, 12 April 2011
on GIANTs CRABS ARTISTS @ WARping!_and_weaving wild dreams . . .
Andromeda's Urban Hillbilly Crabs Attack Russia©2010GaryCGibson fiction. November 12, 2010 04:15 PM EST
For every galaxy that begins with a shimmering scintillation of light through a dust cloud flying in space pushed by the dark energy of the Universe toward a moment of light and a gathering of mass and form, there are those others formed by drawing power unto themselves rudely warping space with a clustering of dark mass drawing in every fleeing bit of matter to its core. The designers of the Andromeda Galaxy-Milky Way Galactic collision are such crabs of concentrated power. Increasing consumption intake of mass converted through special frillying factorization technosophistry inertia drives them forward. Motility of exoskeletons is filled with sensual cells seeking more.
Furry giant crabs. I hate these opponents of democracy. Networks of immense power drawing all free radicals into rent paying doom; they bowled the Andromeda Galaxy our way waiting patiently a few million years for the collision to happen by which time they would already have sent advance warriors to conquer and crustatiaform it. They landed at St. Petersburg last week and it’s been a war since.
The Earth world reached peak energy and coal production in 2011. A vastly inefficient economic structure controlled by a homo fossilfuelicus two-legged walking creature depleted much of the ecosphere and polluted the rest. If the marines hadn’t been relocated from southern Russia in time to fight the giant furry crabs of the Andromeda Galaxy wreaking havoc with the people’s volunteer army, we would have perhaps been scavenged ourselves; breaded boxed and shipped to the Andromeda Galaxy food processors for freezing and shipment out.
‘Nothing at Palino Prospekt Vladimir.’ My holocator gave me a view of Vladimir Boroskov and the Marines with him. He was lying in a cold canal in a dry suit camouflaged for city ambient. Boroskov was monitoring his information gathering field agent Max Mendelssohn.
The hillbilly crabs danced a jig to extra terrestrial country music whenever they filled up a packing bin of human body parts. A syncopated fiddler on the roof of hovering space craft keep the little collector crabs happy.
Quantum super-positioning materialized increasing ranks of crustaceans of power and prestige. Actualizing from super-imposed dark energy lurking in shadows of extra dimensions their exoskeletons seemed to be made of seasonal super-strings of looping iterations recurrent in optimal experiential order.
View 24. The holocator materialized a crab patrol moving on the main road to Moscow. Nothing less than a thousand foot tall commander wobbled with tatoo’d hyper-stilt legs broadcast scuttling orders in the special commercial synthetic reality voice amplified to trailing crack pincer troops. There was no point in watching further.
Racing to cut back our national economy, we could do little here to help the Russians. They had absorbed tremendous losses yet defeated Napoleon and Hitler before; thousand foot high synthy-furred crabs of Andromeda would be a challenge they would overcome alone.
Returning to quantum cable super-conductor laying sites in the United States; I actualized to watch formation of the new national energy grid that would capture photons increasing the power of the loop until it could emanate a Bose field to keep the Andromedans at bay. Down sizing the economic infrastructure while transitioning to increased quality might save our planet from the advanced elements of Andromedans until something else could be alternatized. Nothing we have in our tech kit can reverse the bowling lane we are in or the on rushing Andromeda Galaxy though. Maybe a journey to the apposite end of our galaxy would provide enough time for the civilization to think.
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