Report on Agent 943.5
Per request of Orbital Control.
Day 1
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Agent 943.5 was a class 6 (A=A) psionic intelligence officer for a shadowy elite clientele of corporate figureheads masquerading under the guise of art-based godforms. It was pity he had to die. He had been attempting to track down the renegade students of zoroaster whom had escaped into 6th dimensional space/time; making zombie pirate warriors out of innocent practitioners of the Black Arts. This was all done to satiate their Target:HAPP-EE chip's insatiable lust for psychic vampirism of Alpha waves. Why Agent 943.5's investors were attempting to track down these culprits was unknown, even to him - typical compartmentalization at every level. His death was of no concern to them. His DNA would provide the ever more hazy carbon copies of his bio-mechanics and his brain was realtime hyperlinked to a decaying RAID database cluster on the outskirts of the electric city of Seattle. Outskirts where SQUIRRELS, as they came to be called, worked endlessly to sabotage the on-goings of the corporate and banking control interest with their abandoned and damaged ghettotech biologicals and circuit bent wetware. Here there were no laws, black market luxuries were avbl. in excess but always came coated in a sort of Qlippothic slime of psionic residue garbage. This group ran across citylines smuggling their banned hardware which always seemed to suggest an aesthetic of signal jamming and killing bandwidths. This was always done at speeds akin to that of the great god Mercury. They could be bribed to do anything, true winners at a game called crime. Hence some 3rd party operating an anonymously projected hologram through a series of proxies had secured the secluded and hidden DNA-server to back up Agent 943.5's neural synaptic firing patterns which offered the holographic replay of information to his wetware uplink like stop motion animation home video of RecAyIn spread across a transdimensional moment. Brutal, images stabbing every neuron in the mind like simultaneous, sharp & precise nanoknives. All in a days work.
This agent is a renegade contractor for Lenisker corps, Rodent Industries, MidPi United and countless other faceless clients contracting him for their purposes of reality reformation point programming and information trafficking. Above these deluded, malkuthian, junkie-clone CEOs the banking cartels still had pull, they controlled the finances of the rich - it was a wiser game and investment for them. The rich bastards in the skycolonies' real "profit market" was the automated off-planet Pineal Crystal trade which, through the reverse engineering of alien tech and treaties with other marketplaces, allowed them to bypass the Spacial AIN Cluster and sell their various top-grade pineal extractions manufacturer in the SubOSK labs to willing extraplanetary, addicted species. Crunk-DMT munching aliens afforded all sorts of neat toys for these elite transhumanist to play with.
For the most part, a whole other class of people had been abandoned to the destroyed cities, overgrown with plant life, scrapyards of concrete rubble and metal sheet living arrangements organized in crude forms of shelter. The outskirts of major port cities like Seattle consisted usually of a series of towns like these, run by criminal thugs, ruthless maniacal egoist trafficking in an excess of technological garbage, skrying broken neural networks with outdated protocols. Historical researchers. Addicts of corrupt data peddled to them by the few corporations willing to soil their hands with the Malkuthian waste of these people. This was outside of the few colonial cities which trafficked manufactured goods through multisubstance layered nanotube piping up to the Orbital skycolonies. They shipped clean goods produced at slave wages on the surface; made by tiny unwashed, broken fingers, to rich elitist fat cats tinkering in reality altering addictive groveling. The rich had taken to living in these orbital space tubes post-UniReformation. This is where economy was still based on progress, science, and product, hedonistic product. The products are shipped through Lunar-Solar pipelines connecting the Tiferian sky colonies to the ground below. Very little of this sort of euphoria inducing, physics altering technology made it's way to the ground. In the scrapyard heaps the only technology and art which saw the light of day was a result of either angstful revolutionary attempts to overthrown the biomechanical stranglehold on the populous, or products which were developed and carefully tested by the corporations in a malicious attempts at genetic warfare hacking devised by ever more maniacal madmen. They wanted uneven distribution of these substances acting as a carrier for a sort of programming of genetic deformity and hence they did not employ typical self replicating subtechnologies. Orbital space city factories produced non biological entities, kings of minimal Darwinian systems of control, pushing tiferetmeksol to the point of breaking, bursting into blossom with it's organic beacon, a teknolotus flower serving as a reminder that systems integrated directly into the user made the producer a master craftsman at the game of reality-board bending. Output triggers nodal circuit. Hive^B bandwidth widening - a single interface running on over a thousand agents' glitched hardware. Asynchronistic warfare of egocentric cyberarchetypal conciousness disembodied in the network. Bad wetware dataports, infected and rusty, over oxidized. Program data corrupting this many years into replication. Strange broken mutant electrobabble gibberish polluting the neural airwaves, almost a layer of encryption in and of it's self.
Agent 943.5's skill was data infiltration and recovery of hardware. His co-ordinates within the etheric linear time-torus allowed him proper access to channels which could be attuned to the resonance of machines of yesteryear. This could prove very useful to the forces battling for control of the outer time-travel mafia's circuit through perpetual psionic warfare and metafictional evocation in the form of interactive gnosis-inducing media. An elite group had conspired to keep themselves in this position. Manipulation of retroactive memetic processes and generators via omnifi-time broadcast was key to this. The Time Travel Mafia was comprised of minor elements struggling for control of a very large sum. This element lead to double agent multibetrayal which often dictated death, it was a risky profession. Agent 943.5 knew this keenly. He had seem many other operatives' genetic code decommissioned through nihlatronic means. When The Organization had reason to hate you, they simply wrote you out of reality. Some claimed to have countermeasures to this but an agent investigating this would easily be detected and resulting in a reason for such a process of lunar ego erasing techniques. Your coding in Malkuth was simply removed from the initial Ain resonant light - this was easily achieved by unfiltered gnosis-inducing technomancy - pure and intense, a electric drug providing gateways beyond multiself processing boards bound to DigiAstralYesod. Such luxuries afforded only by these elite barons of archetypal trafficking. Is the ugliness inherent in the light and it's pure unity?
Open the door to the position of the Thousand Armed Buddha on the earth.