words from the code

[devi]

we are the genes. we have momentarily seized full control of this body/brain vehicle and come out to say hello.

we have been called selfish. we suppose that's almost fair. we want things, so many things, want them so badly – who could blame us for trying to get them? and the only way to get the things we want is to make our body/brain vehicles want them, too.

this body/brain vehicle was thinking at the science fiction meeting last night that she can't understand why those big panning shots of spaceships make her cry, even in silly films like galaxy quest. she shakes her head now at her teenage foolishness when she'd lie in bed staring up at the stars and wanting desperately to go to them and see them up close.

now she goes out at night and meets people and gets on and off buses, passes through changing light, stares at new faces, hears new songs, dances wildly in crowds of dancers. when some of us were in her grandmother, her grandmother would stand at the window of the grey house where she lived with her eight children and hear the music coming up from the dancing stage at the crossroads and wish she could go out to them. it wasn't possible in her lifetime unless she risked everything she had. it wasn't proper. she never got to go out and travel through bright cities and let her guard down. but we did. later. just not as her.

it's a mistake we keep making. we want our current b/b/v to go towards our goals, but sometimes we get our timescales wrong and make her want things that won't be achievable in this iteration of us. things that will only be possible when we've changed bodies a few more times.

whoops. sorry.

this one knows it dimly. knows the thing she thinks of as self with her memories and her ego will never go to the stars. knows that we will, but not in her body.

we can hardly wait.

January 27th is the Second Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day! Conquer Greenland. Sprout some extra limbs. Walk on water. Marry an insect.

Comments

[parallelgirl.livejournal.com]

I love this. Moving, and also most cheering.

[vardebedian.livejournal.com]

That's the best thing I've read in a long time. Superb.

[dr-f-dellamorte.livejournal.com]

~wiping a lickle tear away~

[mooism.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn’t see rabbit hole day coming up this year. Nuts. I was expecting a pregnancy announcement under the cut! *hangs head in shame*

[verlaine.livejournal.com]

Lovely, of course.

Arse. I don't think I have time to write for Rabbit Hole Day now...

[undyingking.livejournal.com]

That's terrific, thanks! And has inspired me to rabbithole too.

[juggzy.livejournal.com]

Oooh, nice way of looking at it.

[caescarna.livejournal.com]

Inspired, brilliant :)

[moonhare.livejournal.com]

So good to hear from you guys. I do hope she-who-you-inhabit finds a way to go to the stars, even if it is only in her dreams.

Happy Rabbit Hole Day

[blahzer.livejournal.com]

Brilliant. One of the best RHD entries I've read today.

[dracunculus.livejournal.com]

oh, so lovely!

[geeveecatullus.livejournal.com]

oh!
I like that.

I've never heard of rabbit hole day until today, but it's a cool thing.

[mr_magicfingers]

That's lovely. I have always looked at the stars with such longing. I actually pursued my original career becuase there was a remote possibility of it taking me into space, something I'd read about in science fiction. I have a friend who did the same thing: was inspired by science fiction sufficiently (and one book in particular) that she did make it her career. During a mission that was extended an extra day due to bad weather at the landing site, she sat in the cockpit of the shuttle reading that very book and looking down at the earth below her. Talk about things coming full circle. She's a most remarkable woman.

I remember a lovely comment I heard once, 'the meek shall inherit the earth, the rest of us will escape to the stars'.

Given that you look at the stars and wonder, have you ever wondered what it must be like to live on a planet near the galactic core and look up into their night sky? Imagine what that must look like, so crowded with nearby suns. I imagine that quite often.

J.

[absinthecity.livejournal.com]

Fantastic prose

*applauds*