He got ready to use the Tokyo Gender 3001 starter patch which he purchased at the Mexican black market and looked forward to an eventful night as a lovely tweeting F2F message disrupted the booting. The drone sensor squadron reported exceptional plasma turbulences from the center of the intra galactic scalar wave source galaxy and the analyze app demanded a high priority reaction instigation. Soltek reacted and coupled the incoming high velocity data streams with the Kondratiev wave algorithm which was scheduled for this case and listened frowning the sonification of the computing processes from his graphical audio flow analyzer.
Actually, real-time operations were his specialty, he was especially obsessed with the evermore witty results. It appeared to him as a clear believe confession of authentic life that appeared to never follow any rule. The result “43rd Amazement” was clear and well known. Bewilderment and excitement rose. It rang at his space habitat and a messenger brought a telefax, which was now the safest way of concealed data transfers. He unzipped the rock and studied the engravings. “Please pass GO, take the bonus, go on and away.”
No sooner said than done – but – the black hole opened without a forewarning, because he didn’t pay the update service of the operating fixation service and the consequences followed instantly. All existence anchorages dissolved into an unconditional nothing and while Soltek thought about it whether was perhaps just a new promotional trick of the Pears Group, the reality login slipped totally out of his control and he reeled in a vortex of manure and mud which sucked him into the lower levels of tunnel systems of the long past time worlds. He did not know anymore what was above, below or in front. Has there ever been a behind?
He picked up his emergency audio essence spark compressor and while he wondered whether this would function at all under such circumstances, he got touched by tender hands. The karma sisters had him for some time on the list and the council of the intergalactic elves conference unanimously decided to make a final end to the non cosmic bustle and invited him immediately to the golden tablet of being.
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The portal-bounceress gave him a quick glance and cleared the way with a friendly nod. Sanctuary stood in neon red letters above the entrance.
Soltek had not finished zening the tea, when he heard the clatter in the box for the first time, and he didn’t like what it sounded like.
…it could not happen again, which had to happen and once again the beer became warm, although it clearly violated the cosmic grand-constitution, which clearly forbade the existence of warm beer.
He had to admit that he had lost the factual overview of his cosmic positioning temporarily out of his sight, out of his senses, because of all the definite vortex-thrust pleasures.
The sub bass thrust seemed to come straight from the centre of the galaxy and its purity of light surpassed anything ever measured.