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The Black Iron Prison, straight from Horselover's mouth.

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Zacatechichi Logfile #1
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I stepped out of my house one late night.  Cool summer air and quicksiver starlight glinting off Earth's outgrowths.  I knew from plenty of experience not to waste time and get down to business.

I shook off gravity and pushed off with my feet, sending me leisurely drifting off the planet's surface.  This was no time for idle sock-fuckery, so I accelerated to what must have been several miles per second to get clear of Earth.  I knew all the numbers on the size of the cosmos, but how could a person prepare their mind for flying through the great void a la Clark Kent?

This time was ground-defying.  Flight through telekinetic propulsion was no problem for me, but I had never been clear of the Earth's gravity well before.  I had always intended to get away from the psycho-chimps for some galactic sight seeing, but things had never fallen into place.  Earth still loomed in front of me, awesome in the extreme.  I flew out thousands of miles to get some perspective on my brand-new stomping grounds.  I caught sight of the Moon and buzzed over to get a better look.  Then I got a brilliant idea and called up the Aeon to locate Mare Tranquilis. 

I touched down near the site where some soldiers from Terra had landed before I was even born.  Now it was my turn.  I let the moon's gravity take hold and started walking around.  Chuckling as I saw my footprints being laid down next to some large bootprints, I was surprised to actually hear myself laugh out here.  Sound must be vibrating through my tissue.  I put a few handprints in the dust and drew smiley faces before walking over to the ancient American rag.  I examined the 50 Pentagrams, contemplating the Empire.  I seized the thing and pulled, summoning up some extra reserves of strength.  It ripped free and I held it in front of my ear-to-ear grin for awhile before sending it tumbling through the vacuum.  I knew I couldn't dawdle, so I called up the Aeon again.  It delivered an inscribed apple of gold several feet in diameter next to me and I gazed at my awe-struck mug.   I wanted to leave another artifact before I left.  I negated gravity and jetted over to the American Space-ATV and dropped a Bugatti Veyron next to it before setting off towards the sun.

I knew faster-than-light speed would be necessary so I invoked Eris and set off at over a million miles per second, transmitting my mantra all the time.  Everything seemed to be holding up, since I noticed no warping of space or time that would FUBAR my fun.  I saw a solar flare as I got closer and dived through it as light blinded and surrounded me.  I got past that quickly before turning out against the galactic plane to get a star's eye view of the Milky Way.  I upped my speed even more and waited as I traversed the inky dark.

After awhile, I was far out enough to see the stars stretched out beneath me.  Snow and shattered Geodes.  The Aeon let me know where to find some intelligent life, and I took off for a place over 65,000 light years away.

I got there, eventually.  I barelled straight through the atmosphere towards the coastal area of an alien continent.  A corona of air turned to fire and signalled my arrival.  I had to augment my vision to pick out a piece of prime planetary real estate.  I picked up some features that didn't look natural and changed velocity accordingly.  By the time I hit the roof of the bulding, I had slowed down enough to only crash through three stories.  I got up, dusted off and walked down the hall.  I was nonplussed since the place looked like a derelict apartment building of the type found back home.

The doors in this building were all boarded up or lost to time.  I made my way out of the building and into the world at large.  The roads were novel -- curvilinear and plain old linear streched of varied material going up, down, left, right, in, out.  Some routes rose up to the sky, some helixed into areas unknown. 

Problem was, I didn't see any signs of life at all.  The world was a waste/wonderland.  I started walking down a straight, fairly wide stretch of road.  Old habits die hard, I guess.  After walking for awhile, I stopped and looked around again.  I went over to some of the more interesting looking patterns when the eruptions began and I met the Blue.

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Alright, this is what I've got so far.  Writer's block struck for awhile and I left out a bunch of stuff, especially at the end.  I'll try to expand this one and write up some more experiences.

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EDIT:
I'm cross posting this story I wrote awhile ago, now that PD is back.  This is basically the best recollection I have of an incredible dream I had while using Zacatechichi.  I recently listened to a podcast discussing chaos theory and I've been thinking about two points that were mentioned:

1.  Dreams are incredibly non-deterministic and not governed by mathematics.  I've manipulated gravity at will in dreams, as the above story shows.

2.  The idea that people are reshaping the world, or their experience of it, through language.  An example would be programming languages or Jules Verne's From the Earth to the Moon.

I'm wondering what ideas you have on slogans to be pasted up at the offices of state gov't workers.  Here are two ideas, does anyone have better phrases or succinct ways to put these:

"R.I.P. Habeas Corpus - Remember, Stalin purged other Communists first"

"Bored?  Paperwork sabotage is the answer!"

If you can make these more pithy, let me know.  Hopefully, we can get gov't workers to practice subversion.