Die Unsterblichen

100 Jahre sind vergangen seit der letzten Wende, am Beginn des Jahrtausends.

Damals sahen wir das Ende der 500 Jahre langen dominanz der kolonialen Mächte, die es nicht schaften eine universelle Verwaltung zu institutionalisieren.
Seit damals, hat sich die globale verwaltung endgültig zu einer multifokalen, globalen Föderation, der Vereinten Nationen gewandelt.


Nun stehen wir endgültig vor der finalen Wende. Die menschen sind praktisch unsterblich geworden.
Diese Problematik bahnte sich in diesen 150 Jahren, wie ein heraufziehendes Gewitter, rumorend an. Doch niemand wollte es sich bewusst werden.
Nur die Überflut an Konsum, geographischer, sowie sozialer Ungebundenheit, unendlich viel an Information, sowie der unstillbare Hunger nach Energie, riss den Menschen immer wieder die Augen auf.
Die Diskussion über die Grenzen des Wachstums, war ein erster naiver Versuch diese Problematik zu verstehen.

Heute quillt alles und jeder an Informaitons-Dichte über.




Die Revolution der Unsterblichen

Die Menschen haben, sich also in den letzten 150 Jahre damit anfreunden müssen Schritt für Schritt los lassen zu lernen.
Zuerst von starren Kultur Perspektiven, dann von Machtspielen, anschließend, von starren Ideologischen bzw. Religions-Systemen. Weiters von dem Konsum und dem Erfolgs-Wahn, dann von der Vorstellung der Unbegrenztheit, wie auch der undlichen Information, und zu guter letzt durch und vom Leben.

Es stehen heute sich zwei letzte Theorien gegenüber: Jene die den Utopischen Stand beibehalten wollen, und einfach immer mehr Wachsen wollen, ohne irgend etwas loszulassen, und jene die erkannt haben, dass um die Vielfalt zu bewahren, Systematiken der system inherenten Erneuerungen zu implementieren.

Search for paradise?: Preaching VS free culture and idea?

I wish you certainty
Good cultivation

Culture/
your combined shells,
are immortal

Your shell may be mortal,
but not your certainty,
it is without time.

Certainty is something very personal,
and the ultimate is reached when you are able to let go.
Certainty of what? We shall not know.
But you will have reached
purity,
certainty.

Thus I wish you certainty.

On the way there,
you may be accompanied
and
you may generate
culture,
cultivate.

Thus I wish you good cultivation.
Which culture, and what good is, is yours to decide, it may be your certainty.


Culture is immortal,
Certainty is its purity,
it's the state,
when you are satisfied
with culture,
what you have cultivated,
the culture you are a defining part of.
Thus immortal
Because culture is immortal.
Your, this certainty is without time,
this is your personal ascension.
No one other than you will be able to define certainty,
but they will be your peers.
Your journey/purification/pilgrimage fellows.
Your cultivation peers.
The other inputs of your shared culture.
The neurons of the network, called culture.
Your project, next existence, shell, new age of your universal organism, called culture,
immortal.
Your children.
The next state of life, of you.
Everything else is nothing but a
transformation.
Are you ready to let go,
are you ready to die,
are you certain?


Certainty
Culture till Certainty





Certainties, decisions, culture, decide, cultivate.
Certainties, decisions; culture; decide, cultivate.
A network of THEM.
Live and love your, network, culture of THEM.

Culture is always ready(?)
Culture may not be defined, but it is the highest certainty, and everyone may cultivate his own certainty, your part of the whole culture, your part of the next phase, existence, your place in the immortal organism, your children, it's nothing but a transformation!
Reach certainty and you will understand, and you will be able to let go, you will be able to transform.

---said Electra the most certain network, to their trusted, less certain beings.

The traveller!

from the movie "Outland"

Welcome to Space Station 1451

This station is owned by the freighter corporation "Lane Express", operation permission number: 53424/23R.

You have been in stasis for two years and 23 days; it is the 22nd of May, 2145.
This station is the outmost space station of the federal administrated space.
The only further outpost is the mining facility, on the orbited surface.


The station is run by federal law, and the federal colonial police, administration and representative.
The law, sets highest priority to living quality, security, and social development, especially for creating a bottom up space colonial, federal organisation structure, and prevent disparities and differences, between colonial, thus peripheral and central differences and discriminations.


Thus, on your stay for the next 10 years, you will have political and social obligations to participate freely and creatively in, to develop a responsive social and political structure, that no alienation between core and periphery may occur too drastically. To prevent differences which are not bare able by the local people.
The goal is a federal system, which recognizes the differences between space and surface, and colonial and well established habitats, but supports cooperation, by building on the differences, rather then not knowing or even ignoring the differences, and also not putting ideas, by other federal units or the federation itself, over different situations, living conditions, and ideas in either federal unit.

Discrimination (like racisms, or ideological), un-social, and unproductive tendencies have to be countered, but not suppressed; but lowered, by decreasing the differences and differentiating dis-knowledge of "the other", and supporting a social and political dialog, and free creative participation.


Your cabin will open in 2 minutes and 30 seconds, and pressure synchronisation will be completed.
Your body also has been readied, before you woke. If you should experience any problems, with your conscious or any mobility limitations, please press the red button at the door. Otherwise, please visit the medical bay immediately.
The medical bay is located on level 2, section 5, door 1.
Any medical assistance is covered by the basic federal public health care system.

Any administrational worries are to be solved on level 1, section 12, door 1, the administration module.

Your assigned quarters are on level 4, section 23, door 11.
Any services and shops are to be found on level 3.
Level 0 is the communication and transportation level, which includes the docking area, as well the cargo & postal area.
From level 5 to 8 is the stations maintenance and infrastructural area.


If there are any questions, feel free to visit the administration module.
Welcome to Station 1451.

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#2344529A - Error

... please stand by ...

The shuttle has taken the wrong lane, please stand by ... correcting route ...

#2344529A/23 - Error

Shuttle computer is not able to locate its location.
Switching to manual on accepting... ... ...

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Shuttle intern navigation system, calculates position ...
... position is 32 light years from original position ... cause unknown ...

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Shuttle intern navigation system, calculates date ...
... date is 31th of September, 2336 ... cause unknown ...

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Shuttle intern navigation system, calculates distance and travel time to next known dock...
... 32 light years, travel time, about 82027 years.

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Incoming message, on unknown channel. Accepting call?
... Putting through ...

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Shuttle is being opened.
WARNING! No air lock recognized!
Outside pressure and atmosphere - Normal.
...

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Not the why, but the how!

Beflügelte nächtliche Fantasien wünsche ich Ihnen, euch meinen ehrenwerten Lesern.
Denn ich möchte Sie nicht weit ab in die Geschichte, oder an einen Fremden Ort führen; sondern Sie in der Gegenwart, an einen Ort in ihrer Nachbarschaft führen.

Einen Ort, an dem eine Familie haust. Eine Familie, die nicht mehr satt wird; eine Familie, die so viele Dinge in ihren Gemäuern beherbergt, welche das Auge, welches das Normale gewohnte ist, nicht zu erwarten und vorstellen wagen würde.
Doch für jene Familie mag diese, ihre Welt, so normal wie der Sonnenschein sein. Deshalb möchte ich Ihnen nun, anstelle jener Familie und ihrer Mitglieder; von deren Welt erzählen, zweier Welten, welcher sich ihrer Unterschiede nicht bewusst sind...


22 Juli des Jahres 2008 nach Christus Geburt, dem Sohn Gottes, des christlichen Glaubens:
Der Hausherr der Familie G, ward, wie bereits so oft, auf einem nächtlichen Rundgang durch die Räume und Gemächer seines Anwesens.
Das Flackern der Wachskerzen, des vom Hausherren in der Hand getragenen Kerzenständers, umriss seine nackte Gestalt.
Wie ein Irrlicht in der Nacht, schimmerte das warme aber hecktische Flackern der Kerzen, durch die Fenster, aus der häuslichen Dunkelheit, in die urbane nächtliche Finsternis der Stadt.

Doch blieb jenes zerbrechliche Flackern, und jener Umriss nicht unbemerkt.
Gäste, aus der lebhaften Bar, von und im Haus der Familie G, ergriff jener Anblick, und ließ ihnen einen kalten Schauer über ihren Rücken rinnen, als ihre Fantasie begann, in jenen herrschaftlichen Fenstern, in der feucht-windigen Nacht, an jenen Umrissen, so manche Vorstellungen zu verbildlichen.


Der Hausherr selber, befand sich in einem, für ihn normal wirkenden Raum; einem Raum, umgeben von schielenden, zum Schweigen gezwungenen und starrenden Puppenköpfen; sowie von Figuren in übertrieben pathetischen Posen.
Jener Raum, ein Stolz der Familie, hatte viel erlebt, dies ließen die Wände sofort erkennen. Marmoriert, aber unheimlich und alt wirkten sie, lange nicht mehr, aber bereits mehrmals übermahlt hinterließen sie einen natürlichen, fast modrigen Eindruck, im Kopf eines Besuchers.

Schwere tief rote Vorhänge, und alle möglichen ästhetischen, sowie grauenhaften Fratzen, bis zu Totenmasken zierten jenen Raum.
Jenen Raum, der Fantasien provozierte. Dieser Raum stellte den Unterschied zwischen den Welten des "Normalen" und jener dieser Familie am besten dar. Ein Raum wo das Hässliche, zur Ästhetik, Schönheit, ja sogar Grazie komponiert wird!

Diese Vielfalt an Dingen hinter jenen Mauern, ist der Unterschied zur Außenwelt.
Aber weit aus markanter ist ihr Umgang, mit ihrer Umwelt. Die G's sind jene Vielfalt und ihrer Symbolik, bereits so gewohnt, dass ihnen dies und ihre Tiefe nur noch selten auffällt. Sie stumpfen ab, und um ihren Durst an Erfüllung, Vielfalt und neuem, zu genügen, und somit ihrer Kreativität Nahrung zu schenken, gingen sie den Weg der Überfüllung. All diese Dinge sollen sie inspirieren, ja sogar unsterblich fühlen lassen, denn sie lernten nicht, ohne auszukommen, oder ihr Tiefe zu verpassen ohne einfach durch sie und durch noch mehr, ihr Leben zu bereichern.

Dieser Durst, nach mehr, nach dem endlosen, nach dem Leben, und ihrem Schönen lies nicht zu, sich mit den Dingen zu beschäftigen und ihre Tiefe zu erkunden, denn es würde ihre Welt verwischen und unklar machen, fantastisch und nicht rational, sterblich machen, und würde so ihre Schicksal realisieren.

Wie auch ein normaler Mensch schwer mit den provozierten Vorstellung all dieser Symbolik fertig werden würde, gaben auch die G's auf, sich ihr hin zu geben, und begann ihre Subjektivität zu hassen, um der Unsicherheit, dem Tod, der Unfreiheit zu entrinnen.
Doch durch die gegenläufige Sucht des Überhäufens als Gegenmittel, vermochten sie sich selber den Weg zur Freiheit und wahren Vielfalt verwehren.
Sie gingen jenen Weg zur Erfüllung der Träume und Kreativität, durch Überfüllung. Diese Überfüllung ging mit Sonderbarem an jenem Ort, Hand in Hand. Provoziert dadurch, da für die G's bereits all diese Dinge so normal sein, und ihr Durst deshalb nicht gesättigt, sondern nur noch hungriger machte, und ihnen verwehrte die wahre Symbolik und Tiefe zu erkennen, anstatt bloß ihrer Ästhetik und Vielfalt, erkannten sie nicht was für sonderbare Dinge um sie geschahen, heraufbeschwört durch all die Symbolik, der vielen Dinge.

Jene verstümmelte Puppen, beunruhigende Farben und Portraits, verbildlichen lediglich nur, den Wunsch nach mehr. Doch was jedoch wahrhaftig an jenen Bildern war, war die Leidenschaft. Die Leidenschaft, jene die nicht loslassen will, sondern ewig entdecken, aggregieren, sammeln und Vielfalt, Freiheit, alles will; ewiges Leben, weit weg von Tod; aber dabei verachtet und die Bedeutung der Dinge vergisst, von Hadad, des Todes. Die Symbolik wird gehasst, gerade aus all ihrer Leidenschaft und Liebe zu der Symbolik der Botschaft des Lebens, der Dinge und ihrer Vielfalt, von Hadad. Es wird gesammelt, inklusive all ihre Symbolik, aber gleichzeitig wird sie verabscheut, denn sie bedeute nur im Ende, sie aufzugeben, und ohne sie, ohne das Leben, ohne die ewige Leidenschaft und Hunger, der Vielfalt und Freiheit auszukommen.
Es wird mehr konsumiert, als kultiviert.


Die nicht erwähnten Dinge die um sie geschahen, von Geistern bis hin zum Grollen aus den Kellern jener Gemäuer, war bloß ein Aufschrei, der Leidenschaft welche nicht loslassen zu können vermag. Nur die Vollendung der Freiheit, durch Loslassen, kann zur Erfüllung führen, und kann die geliebte Vielfalt und Freiheit, welche zu neuen Welten und Kreativität führen sollte, wieder mit all ihrer Symbolik und Tiefe verbinden und verzaubern. Somit ist jenes die Lösung, was man so erbittert hasst, da es all diese Freiheit und Leidenschaft in Unsicherheit taucht, und in Hadads Hände legt, samt ihrer Symbolik!


G, jener Hausherr, richtete sich Richtung Grollen, wie von einem Schrei ermahnt, wegen seiner Blindheit. Darauf verschwand G in der Dunkelheit und Tiefe des Raumes, und mit ihm das Licht, das von den Menschen, aus der anderen Welt beobachtet wurde. Vielleicht erwachte der blinde Schläfer, der die Vielfalt, liebt, sammelt, schätzt und vertiefen kann.

... I will end for now, as I have to be able to let go.
Yours
G

Sail

You are my star, the guidance, Hadad, the pattern of my journey, the wind reaching out to the stars, to my arcadia.

My Friend(s), is the helping hand, the one who all of my friends meant that this friend is the best fitting, to join me till the end.

The friend, whom all of my other friends put their trust in, that I may be accompanied well, the last person standing with me, the last to leave, the last to rejoin the others, when they could finally let me go, when I reached my star, when I fulfilled my pattern, my dreams, my life, Hadad; and reached my arcadia.

This journey may only be travelled, by deep trust in your fellows, in the certainty of my goal, of Hadad, of Arcadia, the fulfilment of my wishes, uncertainty and dreams.
This trust is the certainty that, all your friends are a part of your journey, were and will always be, they are imprinted in the pattern, in the vision, their voices are on the wind, on Hadad, even when you long forgot about them.
They are the certainty on the journey, and a part of the pattern which leads to absolute certainty, to the absolute trust, Hadad, your personal arcadia, they are a part of this arcadia itself. Worlds within worlds, it's full of stars...

They are a not delete able part of your pattern, your journey.
They enriched, with your shared SLOT, project, adventure, journey, time; the whole. They are the other part, the link, the never missing link, even when forgotten. They are "the others", the goal and certainty in unity, but on the way you may trust in the, their, your pattern; diversity, finally reaching certainty and unity by leaving all other then Hadad, the final stage, the final difference will be left, the final distillation! Leaving the final hand, without regret, in full trust, that it is good, ... ready to die, ready to let go, ready to finally merge, leaving "them", and become "it", Hadad, leaving the you, the final difference, freely!

Just always
trust
thus that they will have a save haven, an open door, a part from them for and with you

but most importantly
never expect anything from them
(neither from yourself)

just be confident combined with trust
in your journeys fellows
the fulfilment of your visions and worlds
in
the pattern
Hadad
death
!!!

Lago di Braes, Italy by OneEighteen - flickr

Als Überarbeitete, wertfreiere Versionen, der Kurzgeschichte (re-thought version of:) "Mar-Hadad" & "Heute möchte ich euch in die Tiefen meiner Liebe f...", von meinem Shortstories-Blog, vom 30.06.08 & 24.11.07

Enchant your world, and you will belive in it! It will enrichen, cultivate your life, because of uncertainty, till certainty, believe, trust, enjoy!

First Enriched journey report

- for a deeper, and more interessting world, where you may see this new world of your journey, with the eyes of uncertainty, which creats culture and mythology and thus deepnes -

"Switzerland"

With the mist I began my journey,
left behind my crying love.

Only the towers of the churches
reached out of the thigh fog.

And thus the train appeared out of a misty nowhere,
and
like that I disappeared
and with it,
as I shall conclude a year afterwards,
my perspective on and my life itself shall as well.
A new dawn

A dawn of cultural enriched everyday.

Imagination Enchantment


I was guarded by the giants of the Alps,
they lined my track.

They were my fellows
who helped to get rid of much of my
luggage and backpack which I carry with me all the time.

Thus I entered the west,
unknown to me.

A world I should be familiar,
but then was so
hard to understand.

But soon, I would find myself at home
like a baby in the arms of its mother.

But I was nothing more than in the hands of
a caring and loving distant part of my family.

The alien feeling disappeared with a warm hug,
a familiar hug
a loving hug.

As the hug of my aunt for my small cousin,
who was a young and new protégé of the spirits of this well kept world, of alpine idyll.

Again the mountains called for me,
their guiding voice attracted us.
But this time I would hug them,
climb and crawl on them
like their child,
which would
enjoy, like on its parent’s tummy, its security.

But finally I had to leave,
leave my family
leave the mountains.

And walk in the mids of the flashing lights of the metropolis.

One may not look closely,
merely consuming its journey and surroundings
its "sights"

But If you would look around you
you may find all the richness of everyday life in a vibrant city

Around each corner, a mysterious character would be lurking
always keeping up with ever new, small adventures.

But even the lifeless, may enchant and kidnap you
because only for the first sight, they may seem dead

But books, and creatures on the walls may come to life,
and tell you stories and tales of
dangerous creatures and heroic stories,
of romantic tales and fascinating explorations.

Creatures who may show you the world of the past.
A past you would not understand,
but even more, would not be able to grasp,
your feeling must grasp their past, and the spirits and creatures of the walls of these cities may lead you

One more celebration, one more dance I celebrated this world
this culture
my enchanted journey fellows.

The lights among many,
but those who show the path
the spirits, the guidance, the fellows
the omnipresent small wonders
which you may take
and decide to use
in the way you decided, that your path should look like.

Do not fear the path,
you will see the signs you are looking for
the sings you are in desperate need
the sings you create
and decide on

Decide
It's full of possibilities
it may not be without reason, why you see these sings, and not others.

And thus I followed you, unaware of your guidance, becuase I could not see the endings of the certainty of this world!

Journey on!
Reach out, inspire and let go!
Enriched
till certainty
with
a
deep
culture
!

Hadad

my
Red tree in thundery red rain

"Adiemus - Devdas"

... a short one

Friends ... why?
Worlds within bodies?
no?

Without them, you would be the only one
thus
you would have reached the heavens
thus
you were able to let go
you
died


...
and
would be
united
without
time

...
love
and
you will find
friends
-
reziprocity
thus
live

life
will beginn to exist

... loneley? without northstar?

Hug me, don't let me believe that I am dead,
show me that there is
at least one thing
one constant,
you

my
love(d)
my
friend(s)

nothing more I need,
but you as a star on my horizon!

companion fo this world
this project
it's fuel
it's reason
it's ship
it's orientationpoint
to relate to
to tell what this world is all about
not it's answer,
but it's constitution
it's
Insider
Culture
Constant

and
then
may
reach
Xibalba

videotapas Lonely Drifter Karen The owl moans low
by videotapas

Mar-Hadad

...
Die Balken ächtzten unter den Kräften der Winde, unter Hadad.
Doch ich fühlte mich sicher, ich hatten einen großen Teil meines Vermögens für diese Dschunke ausgegeben. Der Schiffsbaumeister in Hangzhou war selbst dem Kaiser als überaus geschickten und innovativen Baumeister bekannt.
Man erkannte in jedem Detail, die Liebe, welche in diesem Meisterwerk steckte. Wie sollte man sich nicht in diesem geräumigen, mütterlichen Bauch dieses Seedrachens fühlen.

Seit 2877 Jahren, dieser Welt, war ich nun hier und zog meine Runden.
Auf meiner Entdeckungsreise, meiner Suche.

Hadad begleitete mich heute wieder mit all seiner Kraft, und doch verstehe ich noch immer nicht ganz wohin ich ihm folgen sollte. Wohin mich die Winde, aller Welten, mit sich nehmen.

Mein tägliches Handeln, wenn mir meine Perspektive fehlte, versuchte ich an unserer gemeinsamen Reise fest zu machen, daran festzumachen ihn nicht zu enttäuschen, ihn bis zum Ende zu begleiten, mich mitreißen, und zugleich führen zu lassen, wie Doppelsterne, die miteinander Tanzten, wie ein verliebtes Paar.

Gerade weil ich noch ratlos war, wusste ich, dass ich seine Begleitung, sein Feedback, und somit unsere Kultur brauchte.

Bis er mich an jenen Ort führen würde, wo ich seine Hand loslassen könnte, und aufblicken, in das Tal der Seeligen, und zu weinen beginnen würde, los lassen könnte, und wo ich endgültick vollkommen wäre, nicht mehr von der einen Frage, der Unsicherheit geplagt, sondern eine, meine zeitlose Antwort und Sicherhiet erreichen, erobern, ergreifen könnte.
Ich wäre zuhause, und hätte Xibalba erreicht.


Doch von Deck rief mein langjähriger Reisegefährte und Freund Hikaru:"Iskandaria! Seht!".
Er riss mich aus meinen Gedanken, und brachte mich zurück in meine, unsere Welt, die wir teilten und mit leidenschaft verfolgten und so lebten und gestallteten wie wir sie uns vorstellen.
So lange bis wir die Vollkommenheit dieser Welt erreicht hätten, uns zurück lehnen könnten, sie genießen könnten, und eben jene letzte Entscheidung, mit jenem letzten aszendierenden Gefühl durchströmt entdecken und erfahren könnten, zeitlos, ohne Zeitgefühl, in Certainty.
Tod

-- Prinzessin Ishtar, Auszug ihrer Reiseberichte: #D43751

Shu und Tefnut

Gewidmet meiner geliebten Linde, und dem Gott des Regens, des Windes, des Donners!

Blätter ...
Blätter, Blätter
... ... ...
... ... ...
...
Blätter
...
Wum!!! Ein Windstoß...

Hörst du wie der Wind,... wie der Wind, dir ein Liedlein singt!
Hörst du den Donner, wie er alle Last zerschmettert!
Hörst du das Rauschen, wie der Regen wäscht!

"Suche die kleinen Wunder" (Not my "dog")

Certainty is like water
it is sucked up by the trees
destillated by life
evaporated into higher sphears
into the heavens
conglomerated into clouds
free
diverse
but uniform
...
fly
....
and then it shall rain
.....

Skies of Arcadia

Danke M²

In the beginning...

Finally I have to post, the inspiring shortstory, from which I have learned so much and brought forth my enthusiasm for useing shortstories, for my stories, thus creating the idea of this blog.

It's not mine, but by one of the greatest Sci-FI masters, Isaac Asimov. It was introduced to me through Wikipedia, shortly bevore I founded this blog, while looking for Wikipedia articles about, Raymond Kurzweil.

The Last Question by Isaac Asimov © 1956

The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:

Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough -- so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share In the glory that was Multivac's.

For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."

Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.

"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."

"That's not forever."

"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Twenty billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"

Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Twenty billion years isn't forever."

"Will, it will last our time, won't it?"

"So would the coal and uranium."

"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do THAT on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me."

"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."

"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up. "It did all right."

"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."

There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.

Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"

"I'm not thinking."

"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and Who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."

"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."

"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last twenty billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last a hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."

"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.

"The hell you do."

"I know as much as you do."

"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."

"All right. Who says they won't?"

"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'"

"It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.

"Never."

"Why not? Someday."

"Never."

"Ask Multivac."

"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."

"Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.

By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten about the incident.

---

Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright marble-disk, centered.

"That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.

The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of inside-outness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached X-23 -- we've ----"

"Quiet, children," said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"

"What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.

Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspacial jumps.

Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship.

Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for "analog computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.

Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth."

"Why for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded."

Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."

"I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.

Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."

"I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.

It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.

Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's Planetary AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.

"So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now."

"Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase."

"What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.

"Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?"

"Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"

"The stars are the power-units, dear. Once they're gone, there are no more power-units."

Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the stars run down."

"Now look what you've done, " whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.

"How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back.

"Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on again."

"Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)

Jarrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll tell us."

He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."

Jerrodd cupped the strip of thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't worry."

Jerrodine said, "and now children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home soon."

Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.

---

VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder, in being so concerned about the matter?"

MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."

Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.

"Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council."

"I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got to stir them up."

VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More."

"A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years --"

VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."

"Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problems of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions."

"Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."

"Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no means old enough. How old are you?"

"Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"

"I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this Galaxy is filled, we'll have another filled in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known Universe. Then what?"

VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next."

"A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."

"Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."

"Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we can only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in geometric progression even faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."

"We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."

"Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.

"There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."

VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.

"I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to face someday."

He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.

MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of sub-mesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite it's sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.

MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"

VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to have you ask that."

"Why not?"

"We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree."

"Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.

The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

VJ-23X said, "See!"

The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.

---

Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity - but a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.

Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.

Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.

"I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"

"I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"

"We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"

"We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?"

"True. Since all Galaxies are the same."

"Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different."

Zee Prime said, "On which one?"

"I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."

"Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."

Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrunk and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the originals Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.

Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and called, out: "Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"

The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor lead through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.

Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.

"But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.

"Most of it, " had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine."

Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.

The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.

A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."

But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled his disappointment.

Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And Is one of these stars the original star of Man?"

The Universal AC said, "MAN'S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS NOW A WHITE DWARF."

"Did the men upon it die?" asked Zee Prime, startled and without thinking.

The Universal AC said, "A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES, WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TIME."

"Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.

Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"

"The stars are dying. The original star is dead."

"They must all die. Why not?"

"But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them."

"It will take billions of years."

"I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?"

Dee sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in direction."

And the Universal AC answered. "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.

Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.

---

Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.

Man said, "The Universe is dying."

Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.

New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars build, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.

Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."

"But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase to the maximum."

Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."

The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and Nature no longer had meaning to any terms that Man could comprehend.

"Cosmic AC," said Man, "How many entropy be reversed?"

The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Man said, "Collect additional data."

The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL DO SO. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION YEARS. MY PREDECESSORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TIMES. ALL THE DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT."

"Will there come a time," said Man, "when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"

The Cosmic AC said, "NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE CIRCUMSTANCES."

Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"

"THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

"Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.

The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."

Man said, "We shall wait."

---

"The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.

Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"

AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.

---

Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.

All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.

All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.

But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.

A timeless interval was spent in doing that.

And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.

For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.

And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

And there was light----

Details about the story, on Wikipedia



Well I have some quotes by Asimov, which are of interest to me:

You must keep sending work out; you must never let a manuscript do nothing but eat its head off in a drawer. You send that work out again and again, while you're working on another one. If you have talent, you will receive some measure of success - but only if you persist.

Science can be introduced to children well or poorly. If poorly, children can be turned away from science; they can develop a lifelong antipathy; they will be in a far worse condition than if they had never been introduced to science at all.

If knowledge can create problems, it is not through ignorance that we can solve them.

I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.

The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.

I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.

I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.

More here and here.

Welten

Gibt es etwas bedeutsameres als,

wenn deine Welt über deinen Körper hinaus,

mit vielen Körpern lebt und gedeiht.

Deine Welt, befreit von deinem Körper!

Neue Welten...
...the pool of Worlds!

...also see my shortstories, espacially this one (here).
Original vom 11.05.08

Elsideon

May we introduce ourselves; we are the Goddess Padisha Empress Ishtar Elsideon.
Empress of the known world, of everything under heavens.
This is the planet, where all our subjects are represented.


As Empress we unite everything, no matter how different, which size or time.
Everything in this world has but one obligation, the bondage to us.
All of you must be able to disconnect from all others, except us.

We unite by the sheer power of lifeless weapons, which we command directly.
May the imperial symbols help everyone understand that.

We may not bother with the regulation of you all, we are the uniter, nothing else concerns us, than the bondage to us, and no bondage must depend on the other, except us.


We may be advised, by the nobility, a heredetal group of our dynasty, trained as specialists from birth on, for being examples of the best and wisest of the best and wisest of all under us.

We are the one, the smallest, but everything binding entity, the head of the all incorporating unit, representing the smallest units within, as head.



So may we show you the planet, and it's system, a system in the core, the core is where we are, but it's just one system of many different, but one of the everything incorporating unit. We are at the top of this unit, of everything, known to anyone, always and everywhere.


The system of this planet is one of all, our favourites, at the moment.

This planet called earth is governed, by the three parliaments, and a local hereditary or elected governor who is but a symbol of the unity of this planet, and constituted in a system, copying our system of the Padisha.

The three parliaments are: the ideological parliament: always speaking up all the varieties of the ideologies which are present and thinkable within their realm. The representatives in this parliament are elected by all subjects. They are not fixed to one ideology, they are a pool of elected professionals which personify their subjects, and thus they may discuss, decide and discover all those ideologies.
Beneath this ideological parliament are the legislative and the executive parliaments.
In those parliaments the representatives are equal entities elected by all subjects, who represent the will of the subjects. Thus they diced which professionals may define and decide which laws and actions are needed to be formed and done to fulfil the ideology represented in the first parliament.



We like this system, because it separates the will of the subjects, adds professionality, and is kept away from the decision making, thus one can create freely the leading ideology, and parallel another elected body, decides who may enforce and set it in motion.

Thus there are elections, where the ideology of the electable representatives is the question, and elections where the competence of the electable representatives in being able to choose a professional law- or action-maker and definer, is the question.

Separating the what from the who, without fixing the who to a person, because the legislative and executive who is chosen by their parliaments, which are fixed for a term.

As we give everything legitimacy through unity, the ideology parliament, gives legitimacy all actions. But the other two parliaments give the professionals, the persons legitimacy, who act and decide.


May you enjoy your stay, in one system and planet of everything, everything, us.