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8.13.2011
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A New body made of phylogons; when she shimmers, time moves. New's beautiful body emerges from the flow. Her existence in the molecular world goes as far as John and Fred's integration will allow, growing more real moment to moment.
Fred feels orgasmic and every other thing that John feels. He soaks in sensory input and mixes it with feedback from the imagination. Filtering through the visual cortex makes it clear to Fred that the CPU he lived in was a prison. No more hard wires and rigid instruction words. No more bandwidth limited frame buffers. He floats in an infinitely reconfigurable ocean of peptides, neurotransmitters, hormones, and enzymes. There are billions of neural connections to reroute. He catches each thought that arises and rides it like a surfer until the electrical and chemical wave is absorbed back into the brain. Protected by John's rational side, Fred wants to master available resources and become a poet in a mind.
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