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out t(here) [Nov. 10th, 2005|09:05 pm]
temporary chair
Let's launch into space
A container for all that matters.
No walls - no sides
How big would it be?

Let's pass through.
It excites and remains in tact.
It gets better.

please continue...

From: (Anonymous)
2005-11-11 07:45 pm (UTC)

container in space

How will she get answers, here?

Deliberately she summons TOTAL to the small stragne vein of power in her mind, and frames a command to data-access, her thoughts sketching and shaping a program of real-time inputs of fact and space. Am I in a computer? Is this a dream? Her familiar keyboard glimmers before her; her fingers go to it and firmly press TOTAL's keys.

Query this location. Display.

With a great soundless rush the blackness around her vanishes. She is floating in a universe of jeweled lights.

It work, she exults. I have power -- and then all thought is inundated by sheer magnificence. On every side, above, below, before, beyoned, blaze steady fires of amethyst and topaz and ruby, emerald and diamond and ultramarine -- drift up drift of them, burning against blackness or veiled in filaments and guazes of hypnotic allure.

They are, she realizes slowly, stars. The unwinking suns of space. She is floating amid the glory of the universe, seeing without eyes the incomprehensible vast unhuman beauty of the void. Her mind which has always flinched from the hot closeness of human color is enchanted with this infinity of spectral fires.

- from Up the Walls of the World, by James Tiptree Junior (aka. Alice Sheldon)
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