# lost in an egyptian exhibition last night probably as a result of editing hexacube data for dozens of hours before going to bed now at midnight we find ourselves alone with our lost love again a little more heartbreaking each time we can barely remember their sweet face during waking hours or their infinite humalien touch but at night they're complete whole and alive again it's almost too painful to bare in the first scene fellow researcher of big science k0de blue is driving around with us in our mom's old dirty white nissan micra we're down in old portsmouth looking for a better car antenna so we can pick up z underscore l8est researcher's shouldn't worry if they don't know what that is yet fellow researcher k0de blue seems happy yet we feel our old best friend now lives far away and can no longer see us regularly we laugh and joke together like old times discussing arcades and kode's future programming career we however sense we miss them deeply like a brother kode then disappears and portsmouth turns into a flat dry blandscape with what looks like a graveyard and supermassive pyramids of light colored sandstone walking alone in the huge dusty paved corridors between them in awe of their sheer mega toncage cloaked in a faint misty background they reach into the yearning sky we find a humalien scale entrance in the side of a nearby pyramid and slowly enter it feels cool and spacious in here not at all sinister or dangerous we walk for what seem like hours staring blank and bemused at a large variety of ancient egyptian artifacts pottery slabs wall hangings huge chunks of delicately inscribed stone mounted with thick iron pins on smooth precisely angled walls we notice with amusement a few symbols depict ancient alien spacecraft there's the quiet bright noise of public feet tapping on white museum grade floor marble but we suspect it's being piped in through hidden speakers along with your latest trick by dire straits which starts to play in the background prerecorded ambience of polite background chatter researchers moving regularly taking their time to absorb we however feel lost and unsure of why we're here so welcome to sacred alien trans arc mother planet earth fellow researcher in which we happen to look up from a random glass cased exhibit to see an old lover casually studying the artifacts standing alone and beautiful as life itself they wear a long red dress and a necklace of many diamonds their hair is up and they wear sophisticated white shoes it doesn't take us long before we both begin to cry we're married now they say then something happens and we now cannot find them we awake alone in our mysterious room cube 213 sweating and desperately sad staring out at the world an impatient patient with an unknown dis ease hot tears on our stupid scientific face hollowed out artifact of dead silent stone abandoned in an barren emotional memory desert // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]