TACHYONICA

TACHYONICA

Fragment of the Epic Poem
Recovered from the Future (6/24/14, 2:10 PM)
Tuesday, night after dream — van, on way to Zehnder’s

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Recreate for me, System, the last days of
Tachyon, star of the latter day race of man,
and the betrayal of sentient constructs, how
they loosed bright doom on mankind’s home,
plunged billions-weight souls to black hole
deep; how Command sent the Daystar
above a dying Earth, with weak control
of time’s wan currents, on a suicide run
to buy them room, to effect an evacuation,
out—out to uncertain, distant suns, a remnant;
and how the Tachyon went without hope
to the seat of the Cube’s cruel power; how
his dying life conceived a way to leap
down the rabbit hole branchings in time
that led to a livable future. Tell us, System—

Commence:

Day after dream: Alpha
team moves through frozen caves, mist
condenses on gun metal, faceplate displays
flash litanies of ambient environment data—

"You getting this?"—