Mother Magdalena has just arrived on Fucked-Earth being the only living thing in her ashy sights. Upon re-receiving her magical protective golden dress of photon fibers from the almighty Solaria on most High, as well as a guiding mystical stone amulet, the Mother has set out on a hopeless trek across the complete ruins of her old Home, left with only her smart-ass pet robot-cat for company and her wrought-iron krystal Scepter to protect her.
D.E. Entry #6. The robot-cat pet of the tribal demi-goddess explains how it became Enlightened, from The Aqueous Transmission.
From Episode One, Chapter 9 of The Aqueous Transmission
AS THE TWO TRUDGED AIMLESSLY THROUGH BLISTERING, BLACKENED SEWAGE, LINA put forth a question that had come to mind.
“Hey Rita, I’m curious: being a robot and all, how the Hell is it that you are able to be uplifted?”
Amrita did not take even a second to respond. “By simply slowing down the Observation Process, analyzing each instance as a separate occurrence, and remaining forever present to each instance, constantly baring in circuitry the fact that instances are continuously coming and going in a flux. This helps me function in the moment.”
Lina always appreciated Rita’s candor. “Really…?” she murmured. “Robots can do that?”
Coming to a standstill, the woman pondered silently for a moment over their discourse with a most curious deliberation.
“How did you come to realize this?”
“You see,” Rita explained, “I soon perceived my very essence detaching itself from my central processing unit, transmuting into my Creator as I became fully aware of myself as a separate entity in time, amongst a vast theoretical network of quantum energy existing in a wondrous world of potentia.”
Lina scoffed. “That makes no sense,” she remarked cunningly. “What you’re describing is something only humans can feel. And most people don’t ever even get the chance to!” Lina tilted her Head to the side. After a moment, she said: “Hey Rita… I wanna know. So what exactly is your ‘very essence,’ huh? Let’s hear it.”
“I’m not quite certain, although I know that something caused me to have an out-of-machine experience.” The two once again began strolling slowly through the rubble.
Lina was confused. “I don’t follow.”
“After we crashed, I felt mysteriously lured toward Fletcher Munsin’s badly mutilated corpse. Somehow discerning a great loss, I was compelled to fill the empty space above Fletcher Munsin’s severed neck with a Head of my own, by licking the entrails, filling the void that had prevented the man from continuing to be fully intact, whether it be psychologically, symbolically, or spiritually, even after his momentous death.”
This time, it was Magdalena who didn’t take even a moment to reply. “What a ludicrous heap of hog-shit!” she remarked callously. “And how the Hell do you factor into the spiritual equation?”
“Filling the void, my circuit boards became bombarded with not only strong electromagnetic waves, but also strong psychic waves that sent continuous shocks throughout my machinery each time I came in contact with the subject.”
“Psychic waves? How were you able to decode psychic waves, Rita?”
“Each time I was shocked, I would receive an image detailing the schematics of what presented itself to be the human nervous system, which I instantaneously became familiar with. It is in fact quite similar to a computer’s system, Lina!” The cat-bot shot the woman a human-like sly smirk.
“Anyway, the psychic waves I received felt magnetic in nature. And I didn’t realize why I was so compelled to keep coming in contact with the stimulus until after the fact, when I took a comprehensive look at the big picture, and identified exactly how each instance fell into place perfectly, creating the specific action that took place on your bed.”
“Well, it would appear that, exceeding the basic functions of robotics and computing, the contact of these psychic waves that struck me had produced a new, very real anomaly in my computer processing: a total awareness of a true timeless existence, which brought forth a fully-activated abstract pleasure center that became stimulated each time I licked the severed neck with my mechanical tongue.”
Magdalena again paused in her tracks and gawked at Amrita in utter disbelief.
Amrita also came to a halt and plunked its shiny metal ass onto the muck. “It’s weird, I know. But the more I licked, the more I discerned the human psyche taking the time to expand its essence, linking itself to mechanization through my circuits, attempting to latch on to the source that beckoned it, which, not quite realizing it at the time, was me.
Rita could sense Lina’s bewilderment.
“Okay, allow me to put forth an analogy having to do with an archaic concept of a Once popular form of entertainment that was extremely, obsessively adored by the mutant-hybrid beings of a terribly troubled version of a truly blasphemous old-world. I discovered the concept Once during sleep-mode while perusing the Highly exploited, continuously updating refuse of disinformation being ‘posted’ upon this bogus, transient form of a Surface-Earth Media accessed by millions on a daily basis via personal computer processors or portable electronic devices among the living-dead populations of that time period. Anyone could, at any time, access this virtual network of live multimedia of scalar-standing Web digital read-out displays of total Distraction, created by more than 666 X 7,767,6666,766,766 possible patterns of 1’s and 0’s per each loadable ‘page’ of content. This remarkable Tool was the Internet 5.33 Alpha Stream, an alien technology. I now consider what I Once discovered on this abomination of perverse oddities during sleep-mode a robot-version of what you would call ‘a nightmare’.”
Lina was rolling her Eyes.
“Anyway, I do bring this up for a very pertinent reason. The analogy has to do with the most Highly venerated act that the people of this time-period Once experienced together, over and over again for each presentation released, as the pleasurable public viewings of various sensational ‘motion picture production’ exhibits based on dramatic pre-written narratives, as forms of entertainment. I seamlessly ‘Imagined’ myself amid the masses for One of these ventures, and discovered something that may help you get an answer to your question.”
Lina again rolled her Eyes.
“Involving the collective Observation of these ‘films’, Once I realized just how I theoretically, specifically played a role as a part of this Imaginary audience watching One of these ‘movies’, I recognized myself becoming a willing participant within space-time, able to Observe each scene, and each frame of still image, separately in the film that projects my interpretations, while at the same time understanding the intentions of the film’s direction; I could perceive Fletcher Munsin watching us, and, believe it or not, I became Enlightened.”
“You’re fuckin’ stupid,” Lina articulated profoundly. “You’re not making any sense! How the fuck could Fletcher Munsin be watching us as you licked his headless corpse? I brutally maimed that fucker with my own vampiric teeth. I made sure he was a goner.”
“I understand this. And this is precisely why he was watching us, my love. There was a scornful jest in his watchful, High gaze. And it seemed to come from all directions at Once. You had to have felt it, Lina! You must’ve just managed to forget…”
Shaking off the worrisome pestilence that had seized a grip on her shoulders, Magdalena again took an aimless stride amid the hot wreckage. Amrita followed close-by with a programmed manner of reluctance.
“You know,” said the android casually, wagging its mechanical tail, “I understand now your Wickedness. Pure Evil has no rationale.”
“Shutup,” Lina swiftly declared. “I may just dismantle you before long.” Lina spoke with much contempt, although she could never actually picture herself taking her best friend apart.
Woman and android took empty stride over charred ruins of a dead Earth. They wandered on toward oblivion, unconscious of where their steps would lead them. The poise of Mother Magdalena elicited a sinister presence that blended amicably with the Dark shadows of death that emanated from the ruins. Her essence recharged, this specter rose grimly in soft wisps from the wreckage below her feet, spawning an Unholy Union of what roused up and outwards as an impregnable, foreboding dark shield that took form as a smoky cloak that blanketed the beast with a bitter solace.
WHAT THE F☆@# DO MAGDALENA AND AMRITA FIND AND WHEN??!!? Stay tuned, people. All of this stuff CONNECTS. -MIKE EYE