木曜日, 6月 16, 2005

At The Temple Gates


The chime of the automated rfmon, the sharp crackle of the temples supergrid, and the pale scholors haunting the the terminal connections to there superpower residual self images, all images sharply ingrained into my mind. The gates opened back to the reality of the matrix, I was charged with the mundane task of survival. Not quite an initiate into the lower court, but accepted by the temple, and assured of my place in the neophyte ranks once I could secure the required dowry for my admission.

The pursuit of knowledge at the temple had cost me a companion of six years and the warmth and comfort of her lair. Oh, there had been problems with her familairs mounting for some time, and it was becoming troublesome jacking in from my abode. So, with no regretts I sold my soul to my pursuit and visited the master for advice.

"An invisible barrier" he said, as if if reminicing "stands between both worlds and you must not become attached to a woman from the illusionary side, because it will only bring you sorrow, go now and secure the means to remain in the temple until you have at least moved from novice to the inner cabal, do not become attached, do not loose focus, and always carry with you the holy mantra of our rite. Return only when you are ready to continue your training."

So I left my beloved peace, and the barebones hardware and tomes of lore in my cell, for a viking voyage into the fiercesome northland, where if I survive the many trials and perservere we may return in the start of winter with booty and tales of rougish adventure, And I will return to the lovely bonzai gardens of cyberspace, and the zen lifestyle of an RF ninja monk.

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