# late summer sunday evening somewhere in the deep north looking to be cool tonight in the deep north noting this whole town would make good oldskool half life playspace level you fellow researcher henry swanson wake up in a small room in a cramped rented house in the center of a deadpan mysterious border town at night i need a roof by the mighty diamonds starts to play in the lab background no immediately presented clues about how one got here only the feeling one's always been here since birth andor possibly since forever old photographs are pinned to the cork notice board hanging in the room you sense these show specific sections of the old town one must now seek out one picture shows a white plastic lawn and a tall wooden post sense beneath the post there will be a small blue rust proof box with a key and another picture another part of puzzle which will lead to a stealth electric shinobi microlight aircraft within one hour of the last of the fading video arcadian twilight a cool spectral moment before the undead attack a suburban dream condensing up into intense biocosmic scale visions revealing truer secrets at the burning neon heart of this lonesome no horse northern post industrial town local legend has there's a secret underground research base nearby with an unparalleled line of ambient and faintly insidious nekrokosmic scale hypercorporate research taking place deep inside whatever the truer nature of supernature of being within this map / level rest assured it will be life transforming reaffirming and credible perfectly hyper alien beyond anything or any researcher could have expected until now miles davis mind cultural reference check on half life: one of the first computer based playspaces / life sims to bring an impossible trilogy of terminal western desert sci fi experience to the forefront of big scientist televisual unsentience internets as lifestyle visionary robert: what you know poly dimensional teleportal ultra tech / ultimate hyper alien other in which what these researchers appear to be saying is there's something about the feeling of existence in the post modem hyperreality of big science directly akin to wandering around inside their uniquely computer generated televisual imagination about how even the sky doesn't exactly look far away so much as it er seems painted or stuck on how it's also in fact at the exact same draw distance as sokalled nearby objects like everything around one is in fact an infinite two dimensional eye / sheet / brane such hyperreal unreality brings with it the profoundly neo psychedelic sense that if one could only push or break on through in the right place one would enter a brand new reality beyond ie this one or if one was to view this reality from the precisely correct angle of final approach or wait around in certain areas a rendering anomaly would occur in the entire scene this would have the effect of a system wide interruption in the global hyper matrix resulting in nonthing wonderful sure a bit of a tall order for a sunday evening in the post industrial deep north yet as one walks around it semi occurs why this feeling keeps on occurring how one can never truly adequately express the truer extent to which one cannot express or encompass how surreal and fantastic this existence and being right here right now feels that is ultraverse as alive and tripping in fact to consider the trip as the reality one again an old quote springs to mind: all we see or seem is but a dream within a dream again one starts to feel like pearly dewdrops drops by cocteau twins is playing somewhere in the lab background so sublime is this moment that inside the scientific heart feels fit to burst in which one now realizes the sublime sound vocalisation of liz as a lower dimensional sound visualization of a higher dimensional vision form from a hyperalien dmt lazor dimension in the dreary labyrinth of midnight thought images blue gel coalesce between a pair of pale eyes looking at the torn page where dreams are drawn from strained recent memory here the setting is a quiet train station where we saw a wise creature watching us from the trees brother crow looks on: rawk swanson: ah brother crow our ancient forest companion and guide hello staring upon a fellow soul of being as daylight hours burn away into purple twilight nightfall as the dream leaves to fade behind shadows within traces of ephemeral essence and silent distance vast drifting spectral time fields of distant forever a retreating 8bit terminal horizon as in the classic zx spectrum software development company logo of ocean // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]