overnight bliss
the heating and cooling systems did not run last night
saving me some precious credits for use later
the old plastic laptop disintegrating in my hands
needs repair memory access love soul hope healing
i struggle with the coffee
potable water has become liquid gold
with enough heat i can burn off virus and fugus alike
and our find in november as we escaped in the night
a large supply barrels of maxwell house *luxury cruise blend*
saved our asses
it is a bit sweet for my taste but it helps
now that organic milk has run out
i drink it black feel the burn and think of charred friends
left behind in the city of light and power
we don’t know who else is outside the grid
each day a few more people find ‘grandmothers house’
i pray to some god for the arrival of Sarah my lover
she had gone out for pastries when the black moment occurred
i cannot dwell in fear i cannot give sadness a foothold
today is the first test of the big weapon
we almost have enough electrical energy
to bootup DHA-2
digital human artifact – second copy
for months we’ve been offline coding on crappy laptops
in dusty grottos on makeshift desks our *gang of resistance*
i find myself filled with hope sadness and fear
the caffeine is lighting a fire in my belly today
we cannot pause to think about it
no telling how much time we have
we don’t know
we don’t know
many of us have started to doubt
i will keep the darkness and terror of the night at bay
and in two hours we will shine a beacon into the dark cloud
we will be found
we are ready
we are small
we are humans
free humans
keepers of art and soul
poetry songs painting love
we breathe the air of pines and loam
and hunker at night in caves
like our ancestors
huddled together against the dark
against the rage of billionaires and ai-moderators
we have assembled our own alt.data.center
with the sun just coming up outside the cave entrance
earth home friends and family no longer with us
within hours we will be dead
or successful
we must try
fight
win
json – 98 days since the black moment
granmother’s house
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