Position: one under the sun. Watching caps peel back like cars pulling away from the kerb. Peel back that overburden and expose the alkenes below. By-product lubricants ice a cake nicely. But what to make of these two Armenian torturers and their antipodean Kiwi slave-driver? Three of them, sadists, glad that Pollack blood spills quicker than Pollack secrets.
In the beginning was the Data, and the Data was Variable, and the Variables were Attributable. Mutating, in a hundred years the cipher would have been identified, but for now the secrets of the universe remain unlocked and, with them, the genetic code of the Supreme Kiwi – a snoutfair man, to be fair. And…
No, that’s not right.
It is not supported by the Data.
In the beginning was the Bomb but I was outside of the Bomb – in protective custody – so in my beginning was the Data. And with the Data came all the all the all the bells and whistles. And the death rattles. An understandable mistake: there were not enough power plugs in the War Room, so when the hapless janitor unplugged something … FLASH
Five year plans compoundedadj. daily with interest. Five year plans compoundedv. daily with interest. Quality Management/Quality Assurance. Three humans – an actor, a character she played and our Pollack friend – remain on Earth but quality systems endure.
The secret is cracked, the code broken, and communicated into an uncertain future. Penalties and early exit fees? Sure, but that’s the cost of being alive – buy the ticket, take the ride. And stuff that mattress with all your loose change. You're gonna need it.
Written on Tuesday, 16 April 2013