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Far from this world and unsure how to return, Marzy spins beyond the Inner Hemisphere. What follows, among other matters, is a synopsis of her voyage where no spoke has ever spun before. 

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eBike2mars 14Gyr199.0122T:  P. S: To have been near and far, with visions of rust red craters and binary star clusters, expanding the astronomic moments together in each place, I do hold fond memories of those timeless strides... Pseuda Sol signing out.

www.eBike2mars.com shutting d-down```///--- _ _ _______ _ 

 ** Passage To Place/Time **

Minutes pass slower than light years, waiting for arrivals... all departures delayed.

eBike2mars 14Gyr180.0122T: "Who's there?"  No reply. "Who's there!"  Who?  "It's me, Pseuda Sol," I say, still adjusting to my new name.

Ilios is not pleased with the name change. Will he censor my ebsite?, this eBike voyage beyond the era of shopping malls and free luv (you pay for it now), these virtual pages that move through the cloud,  that alter the Extreme Ultraviolet satellite's orbit, pages that pave the way to Marzy's whereabouts, pages that clutter the intersection of Oort and Heliopause, pages that navigate by luminescent lunar oceans and high energy pulsars, pages that unfold the fabric of place/time.  We cannot continue passage from this ebsite to afar if our eBike mission is CANCELLED, censored or redirected beyond our Silky Way to the Big Bing, where, we could order some quark soup.

** ** Gravity Moves You ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr170.0122T: "Are you Marzy or Ahn Sola," you ask.  "I'm, oha, unsure,"  I reply, solar flares interfering with my neural grid.  "Could be a generational leap," you say to yourself.  "Could be that I'm both," my youthful id says to my elder self.

I'm waken from the dream conversation with a new name and decide to take a spin, to write by rays of the eBike lamp. Gravity moves my hand toward the notepad:

GRAVITY MOVES YOU  by Pseuda Sol

On the forest floor, my hair,

my heels, you were there,

cushions of leaf and young moss.

Is that your face blurred by

the passage of half a century?

Eyes closed, door open, gravity

moves you toward the 

forest floor, almost touching

me. 

** ** Anti-Aromatter ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr169.0122T: Thud gloshscatt oha spin spin splash. This storm delays arrivals at the Qbottics Test Quad. I find my final exam packet at deskpod A.  Question #1. What is your strategy for locating Marzy and her crew? Answer#1. Scan Greenhaugh Pediment and adjacent craters for eBike wheel disturbances in the terrain. 

Q#2. If your crew were to encounter aromaticity, how would you identify its various forms? A#2. I would count the pi electrons. Aromatic annulenes, such as benzene, have (4n+2) orbiting a stable hydrocarbon molecule. Anti aromaticity,  with (4n) pi electron pairs, are found in reactive compounds. Non aromatter constitutes... 

Q#3. Who planted the seed for supersonic travel? A#3. Nikola Tesla discovered Alternate Current which led to his wireless communication device which led to Huckel's orbiting electron pairs that could speed chemical reactions in  future eBike batteries. ...  Q#4... #5... 6,7,8... 

Q#21. List any changes in your health history, including signs of tinnitus. A#21. It's not tinnitus. "...essionssessionssess..."   I'm simply hearing static from the COCOWAB (Constant Cosmic Wave Background).  Possessions.of.sound, repossessions.of.phrases, obsessions.with.words, intersessions.with.sessions.    

 ** (( )) Your Skies Only (( )) ** 

'Your Skies Only' is a private Chat-place. Scroll down to **The Siyeh Formation** for browsing eBike2mars.com

~~The Truth About My ____~~

He moved all his boxes into our play space.

He gave away my mother's favorite books. They thought he was charming, tales about climbing ranks in the service, about travel that he didn't pay for, about his collection of old autos (he owned a used car lot years back).

He could not keep his jobs as a guidance counselor, overly personable. Always late to pick up my brother waiting hours alone at the school stairway. The truth is that my stepfather spent a few weekends in the reserves with little promise of promotion.

~~Sprig Of You~~

I seek a bright smile, the daylily bud to forage. I seek green sleeves nowhere to be seen; instead a sassafras branch swoops into my arms. My legs follow faded jeans growing far from this trail where blueberries ripen for me, bunches of hundreds. Dangling on their creepy vine, sour grapes stare at my empty hand, my self glaring back at that cluster of Vitis eyeballs. On the ground below, I find a sprig of you, buffing my shadow.

~~ ~~    ~~ ~~

Dinner together- the eggplant is you,

I, the tomato with soft spots.

~~ ~~    ~~ ~~

You know what I did today,

blueberry stains on my skirt.

 ~~Secret Moves~~

Tiu Sau, from the heart to your neck, edge of hand, palm up bouncing back.

Lok, Lok again, shoulder back, up, forward, slam foot to lock edge of arm into your space.

Biu, finger jab, me to you, powered by twisting waist and grinding heel.

Dok Jhong, Dragon ready, pull back circling elbow, gut sinking low to move fist deeply toward the opposing heart. 

Sarm Toe, wrists turning in strike out to greet you, love of the art.

~~ ~~    ~~ ~~

to set a full production 

into this phrase

by shrinking the star spankled stage

~~IT FITS~~

Opening the snow covered present, furry cuffs and collar, Girls 10, it fits.

This year's Santa knows my coat size.

~~Unbaked Dough~~

When I was young as unbaked dough, my mother told me that animals like to talk and that I should listen to them.

I stepped out to the porch, listening,  wishing that she had time to bake cookies.

~~Distant Terrains~~

In our distant terrains

yours of terra cotta, mine at this soft meadow,

did you tap my shoulder? I

feel it here from there.   

~~Night Call~~

It must have been that night,

the wild call of your desire

echoing under my covers.

~~ ~~    ~~ ~~

Mine is a rolling field at the foot of that ridge,

our hands together here shall be.

 ~~ ~~   ~~ ~~

Waking up hungry, too dark for breakfast,

it's not toast that I want.

 ~~ ~~    ~~ ~~

Seventh sense, water in my transcendent

tub, at this late hour, are you soaking too?

               ~~ ~~     ~~ ~~         

** ** The Siyeh Formation ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr166.0122T: To survive during these weeks has been challenging for many Hemisphereans: >Zero Gravity Grandchildren in a continual flux of constructing/demolishing couch cushion structures, concocting baking soda/mud pie smoothies, orbiting their Bearview yard at kilometers per hour;  >the Hidden Springs remodel project put on hold due to daddy's injured ankle; >sweaty homesteaders sowing sweet potato slips in clay: >being caught in the time loop at Crescents; >Mexican house pets having masters who spend more hours with Wifi business; >Marzy still incommunicado likely subsisting on subsurface fungal matter steeped in magma tea; >and myself spin spin spinning from Dewfound Gap to ...

"Oha, Sunny, I need to pull over and rest."   "But, Ahn Sola, only one hour til destination," he replies, "we'll slow down. I know that you're under pressure thinking about Marzy's predicament, whether she is....   spin spin..... spin.............. brake. We take a moment at the entry to plant our flags next to the others: 

  | Marzy L E, 0114T |

         | Teve D, 0118T |  

      | Rae Rae, 0121T |   

         | Ilios W, 0121T |

| Rogel Sess, 0122T |      

and now ours:

| Sunny Tannan, 0122T |     

           | Ahn Sola, 0122T | 

spin  spin... Before us lies a rocky field of Stromatolites, the Siyeh Formation. We are required to study such fossilized structures so that we can recognize possible EXO Life during our upcoming eBike mission. These layered mats of cyanobacteria were frozen in time 3.4 billion years ago. Were those oxygenators the first living forms in our Sol System?  E-mul us if you have the answer. ffiggsbosonn@gmail.com  

** ** The "E" Surface ** **

Our future shall become the 'nows' that now be passed.

eBike2mars 14Gyr164.0122T: We cross the Dewfoundland frontier, spinning toward Mistaken Point. Upon arrival Sunny scans the rocky surface. "Ahn Sola, these fossilized shadows depict a metacommunity of Ediacaran ("E") specimens from 580 million years ago," he tells me. I plug our eBike batteries into a nearby oxidant inlet. Both of us press our fingers and ears upon the textured Fractofusus, proto animals that once rustled along the sea bottom, scavenging... 

Our senses enlivened, we become the past.  

** Brew Ridge Province **

eBike2mars 14Gyr162.0122T: What makes the Brew Ridge brew? Saccaromyces, the yeast, consuming a hops/malt combo at the Fermentation Station. You can find that brewery by  following the aroma of overripe fruity emissions from CO2 in the vent system.

What makes the hazy emissions on some forest covered ridges is a bluish product of isoprene radical induced aerosols.

Marzy's previous studies at Aram Chaos, via transmission spectra where no clouds or haze accumulate, indicates isoprene as a function of surface production flux. Put simply, the present state of knowledge about our  hemispheres (both the rust red hemi and our blue planet)  are constructed from head/tail linked isoprenoids belonging to Bacteria, Archaea and Eukarya, all species capable of creating biosynthetic pathways of those compounds.

Does human hair emit isoprene?  No, hair is lipophylic, it absorbs hydrocarbons.

GARDEN OF GRAY

You could tend to my garden of gray-

strands that spring up like silvery sage,

a row here today, a few there tomorrow-

if we were a lifelong pair.

If we were a lifelong pair-

rows that spring up, falling away there 

years upon years- growing grayer together,

I would tend to you here, garden and all.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

162.0122T hour 14: I just completed my studies on EXO  hydrocarbons and EXOplanetary gardening. Sunny and I are adjusting our spokes, ready for a long distance spin from the Brew Ridge province to Mistaken Point, as the final phase of our training for the upcoming eBike mission.     

** ** Alien Lampyris ** **

In darkness, waiting for the firefly to enlighten us.

eBike2mars14Gyr160.0122T:  Hxawooj eeeek. I'm awaken mid nigh by my own horrific scream, feeling six hundred thousand minute strands crawling up my back. Upon opening my eyes, I realize that it's just the eight tarsi of a long legged araneomorph.  I carry her outside to my eBike where a Lampyris greets us, lighting up a small Sapindaceae with messages written across its leaves:  {Don't worry, spiders, we keep house casually. ---Happenese proverb}   {Hatched out of an amber egg, luminescing, this Lampyris beetle has been imported from the Cretaceous.}    {"Blink, flutter, blink."  "Fly over here, flashing friend, my house lamp is burned out."}     {Kinderquote: I want to wear your head and I want you to wear mine.}      {Low to the ground, higher in the brush, this Lampfly chorus entertains a  dangling spider with tones of light.}     {guaan mmuun, close the door, protect your face, important overlaying gestures, bounce the foot back, twist hand to chamber, reposition to ground, open door a crack}      {Hey, Marzy, we can't read the science through all your poems, nor can we find the poet through all your sciences. Some advice- begin again with a new ebsite. Signed, your followers.}   {eBike2mars.com, The Site No Body Surfs}    {You are daydreaming again, Ahn Sola.}           

** ** Crescents Revisited ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr159.0122T: Shuffle-flop. We seat ourselves at the corner booth, the booth where Marzy calculated wattage of assymetric eBike charges, and mapped out Axia planum. Rae Rae, in her chartreuse skin, is next to me, Ilios across from us, Sunny will be delayed. As we punch in our order, the cafe fohNet system blasts an automated announcement: "Impromptu stand up poet slam, all Crescent meals on hold." The first in the line-up begins.

LUNCH WITH A LYNX (Page One)

Ten teeny lambs with nine chubby hares

h-h-hop up the restaurant stairs.

The hares order clam eggs over crinkle cut beets.

Lambs wash their woolly paws before they eat.

(Page Two) Eight lumpy toads and seven clams

sit outdoors in a puddle near the barbeque pit.

The toads can smell the smoke

rising high above the hills.

Clam shells clack. Wobble. Wait for the wings to grill. 

(Page Three) For six daddy long legs

five wings are left over.

They squabble at the booth. 

Each wants to taste the others.

A server wipes the table top.

Daddy long legs scatter.

Some end up upside down

on that large dessert platter.

(Page Four) Four thirsty camels and three fussy goats

decide to share dessert, some ice cream floats.

Goats ch-chomp these waxy cups

spilling all the drinks.

Those camels slurp the counter clean

waiting for their friend, the Lynx.

(Page Five) The two of us with one hungry Lynx

together ride the bus with a tail light that blinks.

We hop off at the restaurant

to meet some animals at noon.

Our Lynx likes legs for lunch.

We'll order veggie stew.

(Page Six) Just one Lynx, the two of us,

three goats and four camels bite the crust.

Five saucy wings with six legs in a hurry

take out seven clams with eight toads in a curry.

Nine hares and ten lambs, 

seated near the restaurant door, keep count.

Fifty-five of us, or more, 

waiting for our lunchtime story:

Ten teeny lambs and nine...  ^^(Scroll to Page One)^^

** Sleep Revisited ** : Caught in a time loop, where one hour equals many, we remain framed in our booth, perpetually on queue, during this impromptu slam at Crescents Cafe. Next up is

ONE SLEEPY LYNX   (>The Beginning<):  

One sleepy Lynx leaps into bed.

She puffs the pillow under her head.

"Grunt" calls the Lynx out the bedroom door,

waving good night to her friend, a boar.

That sleepy boar grunts in the bed.

He puffs the pillow over his head.

"Growl" calls the boar from his bunk in the pen,

waving goodnight to his black bear friend.

That drowsy black bear growls to the bed.

She stuffs the pillow with her furry head.

"Hoppity flop" calls the bear in her den,

waving goodnight to her grey haired friend.

That old grey hare he flops into bed.

He puffs the pillow under his head.

"Neigh, sleep tight" calls the old grey hare,

sleeping all night with his friend, a mare.

That young brown mare she neighs in bed.

She puffs the pillow under her head.

"Ribbit in the pond" calls the young brown mare.

waving good night to her green friend there.

That groggy frog ribbits to the bed

He floats the pillow above his head.

"Gribble" calls the frog from the pond's deep end,

waving good night to his peacock friend.

That sleepy peacock gribbles to the nest.

He puffs the feathers under his crest.

"Slosh" calls the peacock cuddled with his hen,

waving goodnight to his octopus friend.

Slimy tentacles slosh to the bed.

They puff the pillow under your head.

"Blanket" calls the octopus. 

She turns red from blue,

waving good night to her special friend, you.

You pull your blanket over the bed.

The pillow is puffy under your head.

"Milk" you call to a goat who winks,

waving goodnight. He pours the drinks.

That restless goat sips milk with you in bed.

He eats the pillow under your head.

"Leap" calls the goat. Twice more he winks,

waving good night to our friend, the Lynx.

One sleepy Lynx leaps... [Now scroll up to >The Beginning<  and keep listening until we fall asleep] 

Now on queue is Ahn Sola  (What, ME?) reading LYNX ON ...    

 ** ** Anatomic Anomaly ** **

     If time can chime backwards,

     backwards chime can time!!emit

eBike2mars14Gyr157.0122T:  "Sey, Sola, can you......"  Ilios wants me to review Marzy's notes concerning anatomical changes due to radiation exposure and time augmentation. I scroll across her qChip searching for an anomaly^... "...ay our eBike wheels slalom around erosion resistant outcrops... ...e take a radiogram of subsurface Seitah geologic unit... ...our fingernails phosphoresce^ watching the double moonrise... ...er Ubeyou pitches biotent wi... ...tucked into their pouch, my Tripp's tongues shrivel^ during rem sleep... ...anomalous pulse^ noted at my pericardium, feels like a monocite traveling backward and forward concurrently^ altering the course of arterial latticework^... ...a pleasurable rush, be it caused by cosmic ray bombardment or a blast from the future/past..." ...     

** ** Bioverse Live ** **

    Sky gazing : : . . the space

    beyond, between the stars, is

    what brightens my face.

eBike2mars 14Gyr155.0122T:  "G'd evening. I'm Rae Rae and this is Bioverse Live, your weekly xoomcast sponsored by Qbottics. Engineers have completed assembling the ULULA Lens at its summer location. ULULA uses the latest technology to enhance the Bioverse."

The stratosphere erupts, fiery flamingo-shaped clouds wrapping their necks around the western horizon. The eastern cosmos bursts, pop-pop-pop, one by one each speck of luminescence brightening their place in the sky. A vast  shadow frames fohtons of all frequencies in this realm, our Bioverse. Below, eBikes flash their headlamps onto the ULULA Lens (Ultra Large Ultra Lite Astrolens) at the start of each xoomcast.

"The lens is xooming in at the rust red pediment where Marzy and her crew battled a rogue terrain contagion that was spreading across the Outer Hemisphere. Let's give a toes up for their relentless spinning.  Over there in the adjacent parsec, spiraling at 250 million lightyears away,.."(2 continue)

"This is the Bioverse and that's the way it shines."

** Listen to the Wram **

eBike2mars 14Gyr144.0122T:  "G'morn, this is Qbottics, Ahn Sola speaking."  "I'd like to connect with Marzy L E."  "She jumped the Hemisphere moonths ago."  "Can you leave a message, Ahn?"  "We lost her signal during a rift incident at the crater near Greenhaugh Pediment."  "That is sad news. Marzy is a friend of mine from the past."  "Oha, I can link you to a Wram file that she recorded for contacts and family to open."  "What was that?"  "W-R-A-M, Warm Random Access Memories."  "Yes, please forward it to me, rogel.sess@emul.om."

Received, click, WRAM open: Hello Friends and Kindred. This is me, Marzy L E on Saturnday, summer solstice year zero one fourteen T. I am adjusting my eBike spokes as you can see on this Wram file. Tau jopiter, the wrench slipped.

My plan is to spin off Qbottics Platform B on the first ray of dawn. At zero gravity blood pressure equalizes at 100mmHg. My face could puff up, legs thin out.

All your gifts of poetry, rhythm, hugs, hikes, childbirth, waterfalls, sleeping bags, of being my brothers, teachers, my companions, grandchildren-to-come, these gifts shall travel with me during this venture. How does one sum up a half century of appreciation? Love is barely enough. Click.

** Astrocyte Sighting **

eBike2mars 14Gyr131.0122T:  Bright yellow particles zip across the holographic monitor. "Do you see the potassium ions revamping electricity toward that cluster of Astrocytes, Ahn Sola?" Ilios asks me, clicking the enhancement key. "Oha, I do see them," I reply. He continues his presentation, "Within our parsec of the Silky Way, innovative tools, such as this neuroscope, can detect electrical activity of cells by the use of fluorescent  proteins. This means that neurons and Astrocytes talk to each other by way of chemical messengers. Our upcoming mission depends on your knowledge of all communication processes." 

 I squint my eyelids. Upon close observation, the Astrocytes on the hologram appear as starlight shaped structures. Ilios explains that they make up half of the cell type in central nervous systems, performing tasks such as synaptic support, control of blood flow and axon guidance for steering eBikes, the same guidance that Marzy utilized spinning across the rust red terrain of the Outer Hemisphere.      

** Seven Scincids**

eBike2mars 14Gyr128.0122T:  "Mellow out, Ahn Sola, mellow out." The fohNet system signals break time. Closing the deskpod, my elbow scrapes across its latch, corpuscles ejected across the oval window. I take a moment to spray the wound and to peer out at Sod Quad, a permaculture plot that Qbottics set up for employees and their Kinder. There, at the outcrop of sunchokes, ZGB Daqlen is interacting with a lounge of lizards. I switch on my CP audio enhancer to listen. Daq gives a name to each of those seven Scincids (skink lizards): "Zipride, Wenvy, Gluettony, Hungreed, Blust, Slothug, Wrathog." Zero Gravity Boy ta-pats them endearingly, tosses them a snack of swarming Sciniphs (the obsolete species from Exodus), waves goodbye and pounces onto his eKinderBike, a smaller model of what Marzy, his grandmother, ordered for herself back in 0114T.  

** Rise Of Ignimbrite **

eBike2mars 14Gyr120.0122T: We come, we go, swiftly, slowly, pace or drift. Soundlessly or crying out we hum and go, come and.. (gone).

"... Our eBike wheels rise and fall across the rich bedrock in Jezero crater, may be the enigmatic type called ignimbrite formed by rust red cataclysmic eruptions..." 

I continue with the perusal of Marzy's log entries, wondering what surprises may arise from Inner Hemispheran ignimbrite. I goggle it, i-g-n-i-m-b-r-i-t-e, and come across an ebsite showing a nine million year old fossil of a rhinoceros skull in the ignimbrite bedrock of Cappadocia, although preservation of vertebrates in such volcanic pyroclastic deposits is extremely rare.

The hum of rhinos sounds like a sniffling trumpet, coming and going throughout our Sol System.

Kinderquote:  "Dead people live in that house," remarks        Zelly, pointing to the church beyond the gravestones. 

** Merry Perihelion **

eBike2mars 14Gyr004.0122T:  "Bleat, bleat, bleat." My CP alerts me of three incoming e-mul messages. ^to me from Sunny Tannan^ "Merry Perihelion. Let's celebrate the distance of .9833 astronomical units from our faces to our sol. V U later, Ahn Sola." ..  ^to me from Rae Rae^ "The closest approach is here and now. Thinking of you during this perihelion will return from RidgeX flare watch assignment on Moonday." ^to me from Ilios^ "Sola, please forward a copy of your last audio contact with Marzy L E."  

^from me to Ilios^.. "Here is the audio you requested: 'Marzy Here, Anyone Read Me?'  'Yes, this is Ahn Sola.'  'Ahn, terrain contagion is eroding marineris, outer hemi likely to rift apart. 081.0120 eBike travl treacher-ous-s.'"     

** Cosmic Shower**

eBike2mars 14Gyr319.0121T: The woodland sheds its colorful suit. Modest branches stand undressed. Beneath them, a leafy carpet, covering roots and sod, define this trail that leads to shortened days and bustling eves. How, many, leaves- a hundred count of maple resting on moss plus a dozen thousand poplar rustling across the weathered ledge times the mass of cubic yards where little legs leap and pounce- there is but ONE extraordinary leaf to be found, the deeply lobed oak in my grandson's hand.

Oha, I don't have a grandson. I'm daydreaming. Need to do some calculations. Cosmic showers shedding their nuclei  at forty thousand km per second, unlike free falling acorns at four tenths km per second, seldom reach the ground. Those nuclei hang out at extreme elevation, with pi mesons, in decay mode. Below them eBikes follow hemispheric trails at point fourteen km per second.  

"Ahn Sola, are you daydreaming again?"   

**Recipe for All Planets**

eBike2mars preview in which Ahn Sola unveils Marzy's joule concoction for a well blended Sol System. These are the ingredients:  One quark of Dervish twirled into tau flavored leptons, scoop of quanta beaten with Irwin's cat formula, a full spectrum pumpkin slitting candlelight, and nanogram of infinitesimals simmering through red giants.. . bake at a constant 6.67 X 10^-11 to ensure elliptical momentum and to unify energy/matter/antiparticles/waves, regardless of charge, size, color, speed or inclinations.

Smash-up at the automat, smash-up at the automat... our interoffice fohnet system bleats repeatedly. The pneumatic door is malfunctioning, causing a smash-up with injuries likely. Sunny flops onto the bench next to mine, a long veinous bruise lumped across his eBiking muscles. "I read that preview on Marhzee's well blended Sol System. Why not unveil some of your recipes, Ahn Sola?" he remarks grabbing a T-roll, one of my family staples that our lunchroom adopted. "Oha, Sunny, I'll do that," I reply unlatching my CP.

Hmm. where to begin... Zardate 14Gyr305.0121T- listing #one- 'Fungus Fritters': stir bits of subterranean Sparassis... oha, that's not right. I need to adapt these recipes for IH cafeteria chefs. #one- 'Corn Fritters': ... #two- 'T-Rolls: ... #three- 'Totally Local Dip': ...

**Swift Spectacle**

eBike2mars 14Gyr297.0121T: Spinning across the Sod Quad at dawn, Rae Rae crashes her eBike into a recently poted sign: ||Each Nest-house Contributes to the Swift Roost Spectacle||. 

"Let's do as they do, Ahn Sola," she screams out to me, swiping blood off her wound. I shout back, in full acceleration, "Not likely. The flock is migrating to warmer hemispheres, swifter than.."  Out of somewhere, a flurry of wings totally black out my wide angle view. .."Oha, look up, Rae Rae." We remove our eHelmets and watch in awe.

Swooping around us, a flock of Apus apus flap their wings in a continuum of variations and tempos.  Feather tips reach out, barely missing flight companions. We observe  forward and backward flutters, side to side drifts, internal circular soaring, external vertical glides.  "Ahn Sola", Rae calls out to me, "their horizontal flapping reverberates in my cochlea, wow do you feel that, like being transported to euphoric fields on slow forming interplanetary clouds." 

Where wings slice the air, blissful waves of otherworldly incense breeze into my lungs, sweetening each breath. Swiftly the migrating Apus vanish into place/time.            

**Virtual  (VirG)  Grave**

14Gyr292.0121T hour16: Why wait 'til you die to be remembered? when you can be dropped at your VirG today! (while you're still alive)

>Lay Me Down Under The North Star's Rays<

"Would you like to put a deposit on that inscription?" suggests the VirG salesman. Rae Rae declines with a sharp flick of her hand. Rushing toward the exit, she whisps to me, "Who invited the VirG guy to this meeting? V U later, Ahn Sola." I whisp back, "Oha, Rae, be at Sod Quad usual hour."

The VirG man unlatches two three-D scrolls, one delineates the Silky Way, the other scroll maps out our IH (Inner Hemisphere). He speaks in a monotone, the C-flat of alpha centauri, "Marhzee's VirG is this rust red spot on the Outer Hemi, not far from our Sol. Her inscription reads >Find Me Along Place/Time Where eBikes And Gravitation Bend.<  Moving to the IH map, GariSo's  daughter arranged two VirGs for him, the first in a lava tube, as indicated by this pin (flexible pins are pressed into thousands of VirG locations), the second VirG on a starfruit tree, there in the lower peninsula, with the inscription >As Limbs Decay In Grounded Leaves, Our Hearts Climb Into Living Trees<. He passed unexpectedly in 0120T. The only child, FeatherSo, requested her VirG to be with his."

*Family VirGs*  

Their extended family also have pre-arranged for Virtual Graves. LawrSo (GariSo's twin) with KimSo jibe >Sailing Forth, Waves On Lake Champlain Shall Take Us To Our Heavenly Port<...     DusstiSo, MiishaSo and feline LokiSo  remain at Mythow Castle, >Free Falling From A Quantum Quest, We Tumble And Do Not Tumble Through The Turret's Roof< ...     CamHa will take his family to Canyon Grande, their chosen VirG, >To Explore El Rio Where Paddles Sink Then Boldly Soar<...      WillbeeSo and family have their VirG at Poor Man's Creek, >We Spin Crossing The Hiveway Knee Deep In Okanagen Honey<...     En route to USVI, where his glasses fell overboard during the hurricane, is AlfanSo's virtual grave, his voice still echoing to the crew >Bingers Buckers Down The Hatch, Armenians<...      Gramma ElizLa dances with Socrates, her tortoise, at the burrow (his VirG) near south ferry Casita (her VirG)   ELIZ LA  [0025-0120T] >Proud Graduate Of Edwards Elementary<...       MeedaSo, with thoughts of deep springs, permaculture, and re-purposing, decides to be at the Rift Valley baobab tree on which her inscription is printed in blood, >Drum Unto This Trunk, Drum<   MEEDA SO aka L E, LESA, SUSU,  [0049T-?]

*VirG Inscriptions*:    

My co-workers and I read through inscriptions, that the VirG man passed around, some of which are reserved, others available by deposit: >My Story Has No End< ..>These Roots Run Deep<..  >Dust In Your Eyes, That's Me<.. >Bring The Most To Every Moment<.. >My Life 1000 Whims<.. >Twice Or More To Meet Before We Die<.. >Pure Consciousness<..   >A World Spinning Continues To Spin The Way Our Treads Do<...    >Cosmic Viewing Of My New-Aging Face< .. >Stranger To Many Friend To Some<.. >Not Gone Yet<..  >No Passing Zone<.. >Miles To Go Before My Demise<.. >Some Body Rotting In Denmark<.. >6 Thousand  Deaths Per Hour, 16 Thousand Births<.. >Remember Me Now<.. >Whose Ash Spewing From That Magma Chamber?<.. >Walk Through Me This Ghostly Fog<.. >All Are Indigenous To The Planet<.. >Population 8 Billion Up From 2.5 In '50<..  >Incineration In The Sun<..  >E=Me/C/Squared<..   >Soaring With The Condor<.. >Tuck Me Into Bedrock<.. >Life Becomes Me<..  >To Hoot With Owls Suits Me<.. >Bury That Shovel Too<.. >Lay Me Prone. My Back Is The Front>.. >Package Delivery To The Crypt<.. >Death Or Bust<..

*Scroll Perusal*: 

I decide to peruse the VirGscrolls before ordering my site: VirG#081464 at Murdo Antarca-  FROB WEL [057T-?] >My Voice Can Be Found Chatting With Penguins At The Southernmost Town< ... VirG#062366 at Painted Cliff-  SETHITE WOO [0054T-?]  >My Bones Metamorphosed<...   VirG#092373 at Ermont woodlands, words borrowed from her Poets' file-  INDA HIL  [0048T-?] >Walking With The Woodland Breeze Where  Rippling Flowers Are Deeply Shadowed In Twilight Hours, I Can Hardly Contain This Ecstasy In My Heart, Falling Wild< ...    VirG#060866 at Isthmus of Imagination near mainland-   PI, the GAK MAN (Green Axle Kinetics)   [0054T-?] >A World Spinning Continues To Spin The Way Our Treads Do< .. VirG#050555 at Grassy Knob-  OLIN HAR II   [0045-0102T] >Master Of Lakefront Carpentry And Moat Repair<...    >...< ...

*Group VirGs*

VirG#011280 at UnivNC lot A-  SFAB MEMBERS   [book club est. 0117T]  >From This Microbial Platter To Those Galactic Dishes, Our Authors Keep Us Nourished With Gourmet Sciences< ...   VirG#011299 at Cameroon-  BAKA and all RHYTHMIC PEOPLE   [9999BT-now] >Slapping  Rivers, Tanned Hides And Calabash, Our Hands Drop A Beat Onto The Dancer's Feet< ...  VirG#011255 at Yancy County Compost Bin-    ORGANIC GROWERS   [0050T-now]  >Composting Together And Each  Other We Give To The Ground What The Ground Gives To Us< ...    VirG#011212 at Feed My Sheep Church-    TWELVE  SHEPHERDS    [2000BT-now] >We Praise Thee As We Fall Asleep Covered Unto Woolen Sheets<...  VirG#011202 at Brand New Opry-  SINGERS and GUITARISTS [to be announced]  >To Have This VirG Amplifies Our Lives<.. >One More Verse To Prolong This Song<..   VirG#141920- at Arolla of Mont Collon-  LAH, WPS and LES  [summer of 0068T]  >Three Youthful Travelers, Hitched To A Donkey's Cart, Approach Another Switchback \!!/  Carefreely Along This Rocky Alpine Track<    VirG#99999G - at the Stratospheric Free-for-all-site-  ARCHAEANS + EUKARYOTES   [99999G-futures]  >Each Creature  Now Alive Or Not Is Welcome To This Plot High In The Cloud<     

"Why wait 'til you die to be remembered? when you can be dropped here>< today at your Virtual Grave while you're still alive. To reserve, call ninefourone foureighteight onetwoonetwo. Are you ready to order, Ahn Sola?" the VirGman asks me. "Oha, I am." He scans my VeezaCard and inscription. Instantaneously, a CP generated flexiPin drops onto my chosen VirG#061636 at the IH Lagendaria belt- AHN SOLA [0085T-?] >To Be, By Glowing Gourds, The Scarecrow On A Field Of Hallow Eve Immortals<... 

14Gyr292.0121T hour17 . Are you curious about where the VirGman carved his inscription? onto the crucifix of the Iverside skeleton, >My End Is The End<.

  ** Severed Terrain **

14Gyr292.0121T hour15:   -SEVERED-  Curtains waver, a flying limb severs the eave. Darkness, waning, beseeches "Take me, Wind, into your lair." Restless shadows quiver there.

"You're on at T-minus ten, Ahn Sola," Sunny's voice quivers across the inter-office fohNet system.

"Oha, standing by," I reply ending my daydream. The boss arranged for me to demonstrate Marzy's EXOfit routine at this moonth's Qubottics meeting.

I stumble onto the holographic stage, mounting the stationary eBike. "After hours of spinning across severed terrain along rust red Jezero crater, Marhzee and her crew were desperate for cooldown time," I explain, demonstrating slow effortless backwards pedaling. "This technique releases tension in the forward/upward  spinning muscles that were stressed during exploration of equatorial quadrants by eBike."  I plontz off the eSaddle onto my fohMat. "The remainder of the cooldown takes place supine, then prone." 

To the tempo of a low gear tango, I wriggle my fingers/toes, rotate wrists/ankles, bend knees/elbows, turn neck side to side, move axis /transverse process in all directions full range of motion, (if you're bored, scroll down to **An Inch Of Time** or press 'new tab'), blink eyes hard/open hard, isometric face lifting, breath control with long steady exhales. "Any questions or comments, so far?" I ask the audience. All my co-workers raise their thumbs, wondering "how many repetitions?" "how does gravity on the Outer Hemisphere effect muscle performance?" "can you explain detains about Marzy's inhale techniques?" "my work team observed Marhzee before her jump from the Inner Hemisphere. We could demonstrate her pre-flight workout." To process all this fitness would require a MarzyFIT marathon. No time/place for that now. Instead, "fohText your questions to nine four one four eight eight one two one two, attn Ahn Sola or Marhzee."

** An Inch Of Time **

eBike2mars 14Gyr288.0121T:  What now we are is what we were and shall or shall not be.

The obsidian mirror, hanging above Ilios's deskpod, has been a symbol of self amusement to ensure sensible decisions during  the upcoming Qubottics eBike mission.

"Ahn Sola, would you continue scanning Marzy's qChip to extract more data useful to our mission," says Ilios.    "Oha, I'm on it," I reply scrambling toward the exit with my CP case unlatched. My sensibilities have been somewhat compromised since that spin to Crescents with the boss. I slop onto my podchair and press tab at the Marzy file:

AN INCH OF TIME ..... An inch of time, this pulse within, those riffing chimes, a whiff of kaffir lime, that silent punch, some petty crimes, every munch of delight, each morsel of regret, all sublime, grain of laughter, pinch of pain, your yard of thread, my inch of time, two embroidered hearts, once upon a rhyme. 

+++++++++++++++++++++

WHAT MATTER ..... Oha, I need to scroll to something that matters, relevant to the mission, such as gardening on a radiated planet or Marzy's fitness routine on rust red rock of reccuring slope lineae at the base of Aeolis Mons.

** Lossless  Travel ** 14Gyr282.0121T

HITCHHOPPER ..... Grasshopper elusively speeds across our windshield to the steering wheel, shifter, glove box, ashtray,  hairy knee, door lock, stopping atop a sleepy lap strapped to the car seat.

STOMP ..... Horse Stomp Road, ten miles from the border, steel tankers pump fuel into empty tanks where once the blacksmith stooped by wagon wheels, shoeing hooves.

at REST AREAS  Wildwood to South Beach, service animals walk their keepers from the restroom to drivers' seats.

PIPER ..... 'Sandpiper, where do you twitter when it rains?'  'Along the shore, clear sky or stormy, is where my song remains,' salty beak pecking at grains of surf.

BAT THE MOON ..... From a dark dug-out, the platoon of winged players that pitch across left field to catch hustling flies, bat the moon. 

FLOCKING ..... In flight formation the October flock, along the skyway, appears befuddled, their 'V' pointing northerly.

DRIFTING ..... Drifting free, from the chilling mouth of Rock Spring, down the clear cut creek lined with fossils of dugong times, our bare legs bound toward warmer waters.

ROOM 124 ..... Slinking across the motel parking lot, a grey tabby greets us at room one two four after many hours of us travelling to Sure Stay in the Toyota, almost scratched, our butts almost sore.

In a rush, g-go, your toes are stubbed crossing the threshold to a future space where you peer upward face-to-face with a newly formed constellation named Stymie upon which four words from past times shine, my "toes don't hurt anymore." .... RHYME TRAVEL

++++++++++++++++++++

"How was your road trip to the peninsula, Ahn Sola?" Sunny asks me.    "Happy travels yet uncomfortably inefficient," I respond in frustration.  "The family petrobott guzzles and spews at only, oha, ten percent sufficiency." ... whereas,  Marzy's eBike  could travel across Marineris Canyon toward Jezero crater at seventy percent; and the new type of magnetism, discovered on Sr2RuO4, moves lossless electric current that can be one hundred ten percent sufficient.

** A Spin With My Boss **

eBike2mars 14Gyr277.0121T

       Our platter nearly empty, 

       mugs devoid of drink.

      The morrow shall upheave this eve

      sooner than we blink.

At hour eighteen, the pneumatic door thwarks open. It's my boss Ilios. He approaches my deskpod and speaks encouragingly, " Ahn Sola, take a spin with me." "Oha, sure," I reply.

We accelerate to Crescents Cafe for a kava. We find seating on the patio. Ilios fidgets, glancing at my bare arms. "I am partial to peach tones," he tells me.

I am tempted to ta-pat him, his magenta skin glossy as mylar. That's not right. He is my boss. What would Marzy do in this awkwardness? .. Distract.. I roll my eyes toward the sillboard where news briefs, along with Crescents menu, brightly flash: ..Frodosome, named after rare frog, trumps smaller organelles... Antkeeper demonstrates social parasitism among leaf-cutters... Today's special: tectonic plate... La Palma lava surfs to the sea... R. C. boogie board dives into Cat 4 storm...

Ilios unfolds my clenched hand. We race our eBikes out of the rain to a private lean-to behind Crescents. Huddled with me under the low lying roof, he takes care of some fohNet business. I open my e-mul: Hi Bookclub Members ^ bcc: me from Rae Rae. Unable to join you on Xoom, I'm relaying some thoughts about gender, via e-mul. To begin, have you paraded lately in support of our authors? I've paraded in the

RAINY PARADE ..... I've paraded in the rain when sidewalks were clear, after crowds rushed inside for a dry drink or beer. You can parade with me in the rain after tomboys and friends board their bus, oblivious to rain paraders. We parade in rain, incognito. A forecaster records us with inclement rain, parade footage filed on racks with stacks of mislabelled leftovers. We parade in relentless rain. If they ask who we are, we are somewhat like they who parade under the limelight in their showy way. We, the subdued rain paraders, take pride in keeping our preferences private. Whether lonely heart, hetero, flamboyant or plain, our faces are covered with blank sheets of rain.

The quiet majority are we proposing, in rain, that what happens behind closed doors is personal. What perfume we wear or how we squat in the rub-a-dub room is not their affair. We, the paraders, form special unions, family co-ops and reciprocative groups, not unlike the species of bat that willingly share its cache of fruit. Our separatist is well respected, her free thinking neurons synapse in the rain, or is that arrangement of cells a he-brain parading?  Cocky in youth or wizened with age, our soaked skins parade to the drumbeat of rain along the avenue. There some dividends parade with us, a divisor, here, equally dividing the rain. Its solution is clear: to acknowledge, while parading, allgender rites, as allrains cycle, droplet by drop, to form rainbows of life.

We parade to non-fiction on the 'ology' shelf, where an odd multiplier replicates itself; two, four, eight bits of Anthrozoa parade through rainy reefs. Flagellating in line, tiny zygotes spell 'his,' extra large h-e-r. They parade through rainy tubes microscopically far, in all shades of genes. At page twenty, a tawny brown fawn refuses to grow parade antlers, as umber brown papa deer muses, "Am I Buck or Doe?"   

We parade across puddles that join continents. We wade into cultures afraid of uncharted sentiments. We parade past pre-pubescent brides, pre-ordained to be Mothers forbidden to parade. Backwards we parade to the Pleistocene stage when Neanderthals mated in rain with strange hominids, unrelated. Carbon dated Stone-agers, they paraded.

He/she/it parades in the rain that shields them from scrutinous destinies. I parade. I've come out of my burrow, with disabled umbrello, to parade in the rain. You can parade with me, lest ye say 'nay.' In this rain, once paraded, cannot be half-done.

++++++++++++++++++++++ 

** ** The  Universe  Room ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr260.0121T

         Comfrey in bloom-

          purplish bodices entice

          a long tongued bumblebee.

I missed the spring season and most of summer, holed up, for mission training, in a subsurface environment simulating the conditions that Marzy endured during  the great Outer Hemispheran dust storm of 116T.

Now that I'm back at my deskpod, oha, I can better appreciate the spectrum of behaviors noticeable above ground, as portrayed in this commentary from the LLF (Looss Leef Files).

THE UNIVERSE ROOM

Beyond Orion's belt at the Universe Rest Area, you land yourself squarely on Pad number two, an arm's distance away from the blue-green Machine that vends hologram maps, unleaded nukefuel blends, freeze-dri frappes and contracep gelcaps, wondering "Where is the U-room?" 

Saluting and groomed a Roboclerk speaks, "This launch-yard provides more than one Universe Room: Ladies,  Astromens, closets for genders, white Voyeurs, non-Members, black Widowers, Thrusters, ghost Butlers and old Lawyers." 

"Poacher, your stall provides an ivory bowl brusher. The starfleet Polygamist has multiple flushers. Martyr's room, Fartyr's room, husky sled Musher's have soft heated sheets."

You are unclear about where to proceed. The Roboclerk, swooning, continues his speech, "Miss Pacifist chooses her dove quilted paper. Red china silk is what Communists favor. Flaming Terrorists wipe out their Hostages' roll.  Bi Partisans run then take a poll. From tiled walls their rockets glare, bursting toward Great Bear." Solar Sisters squat warning, "Outer Spacegerms cause  bun blisters."

You are unsure of how long you can wait.

A plump bushy Dwarf, horny as sheep, cannot reach the lock above the Camel Puffers seat, so he stubs out his butt on the Roboclerk's  cheek. A bony Ectomorph, moaning, limps onto a nearby handicap fly zone. 

Faucet wiping Hypochondriac and graffiti typing Nymphomaniac gently push, then pull to close their exit. The Roboclerk enters unnoticed, to scrub effluent floors.

Wondering if there's one U-room-for-all, you notice ahead rows of separate doors for Drunks, monk Molesters, hot Harpist, Whore, anemic Bulimic, nebular Fed, abstinent Divorcee, pet Horse, Bedwetters and anti hermaphrodite Militants shooting in line while Aliens, cloning and holding  their noses, go behind the half moon on the double seater (two black holes far from this launch-yard), relieved of exo-planetary crap.

From way out there into the nigh, loud speakers blare, the galactic disc Jockey pumping up the beat:

CAT RAP

Rap ra rap, ca cat ca cat. 

Cat ca cat ra raps ra raps.

Ca ca cat ra ra ra raps.

Cats ra rap ra rap CAT RAP.

Cats rap 2 cats, cats rap 2 bats.

Bats rap 2 rat, cats zap za rat.

Cat rappa cat rappa, rappa cat cat.

Rap catta catta rappa rap, catta cat.

Zap za  cra crap, rap za CAT RAP.

Rap like za ca cat raps.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

DOWN THE BLOCK

On our afternoon excursions down the block, we pass our neighbor's mossy yard and rocky wall. We pass another grandma wearing glasses and grey socks.

We pass two toppled trash cans where brown bears had their picnic. A bicycle, florescent blue, whizzes quickly by us. We pass the spotted dog who barks and you bark back at him, of course. We pass the lime green door and pink flamingo at the corner.

We pass those bending branches. We watch for falling walnuts. We watch a yellow excavator rolling on Cove Street. "Meeda, when I grow up, I want to be that," you shout. Wheels screech. The orange bus stops. Big brother steps down. You watch his feet.

++++++++++++++++++++++

** Intergalactic  Breath  Day **

eBike2mars 14Gyr101.0121T

"Hale Hemisphereans. Welcome to the Breath Olympics," announces  Rae Rae from the Ridgex Press pod. My CP is tuned to the Breath event, during which I proceed with the eFrame dissection at Arvard yard, dismantling handbars to check for rust rate.

Today's Olympic ebcast is live. Rae Rae's voice continues, "The Dashville Cubs yawn as they exit Ursus hibernation to accept their award for slow breath rate..." " blue ribbon for the fastest respiratory rate is passed to the Hummingbird team, clocking in at 1260 breaths per minute, now slowing down to 250 for torpor time..."   "Runners up for longest breath hold are Beaver at 15 minutes, Sloth at 40 minutes, Sperm Whale at 90 minutes along with Elephant Seal at 120 minutes. And the blue ribbon goes to Sea Turtle at an unheard of seven hours holding her breath..."  "Most relaxed   exhale by the Tibetans ..."   "Fastest lung expansion award to Cheetah, accommodating massive energy output..." "suborder Serpentes receives longest lung award, To Aves, a blue ribbon for most unusual inhale technique via their rump..."  "After intermission, microbes will enter the competition. Yes, small life matters."   "Tardigrades wait in the sidelines, hyperventilating."

Happy Breath Day to you!    

** ** ** Deranged DNA ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr094.0121T

My new boss Ilios sends me a fohNet message to continue scanning data from the eBike's qChip, this entry dated  14Gyr140.0119AT:  "... fossil of a jellyfish like creature preserved in an amberite casing near Mt Sharp, similarities to Henneguya sp of Inner Hemispheran oceans, no respiratory component in creature's DNA. it's nature's way of gene editing.. I call it CRISPieR. how can a life form exist without breathing mechanism? puzzle nt yet solved by science..."

** ** Distant   Formation ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr092.0121T

Continuing the eBike dissection, I listen to an audio log on the qChip: "Zardate one five zero dot zero one one nine T.  Marzy here. My eBike crew and I are setting up camp under the protection of an outcrop at the crater wall. In the distant horizon, rust red rock formations look like

ELEVEN ELEPHANTS

I like to walk with El e phants,

ten or eleven El e phants.

I like to talk to El e phants.

They like to talk back.

I want to jam with El e phants.

Waving their trunks they rave and rant.

Never forget this beat they chant

in a trance.

Okay to be an El e phant,

no need for khaki hat and pants.

Living is free for El e phants

til it's time to eat.

I like to dream of El e phants

flying across their continent.

Ten or eleven El e phants

dream about me.

I want to walk in Gam bi ya,

talk with the face of Zam bi ya,

Elephants in Nam ib bi ya

grinning at me."

 ** ** ** Metallic  Pouch ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr090.0121AT

I wait a few days, to let the rain pass, before dissecting the damaged frame. 

To begin, I remove a metallic fiber pouch located behind the melted saddle. Then I spray eBike lube on all the nuts and joints. 

"Need any help, Ahn Sola?" asks the v-dub fellow who is hosting my stay at the Arvard site.

"I'm good for now," I reply trying to maneuver the pouchclip without damaging the fibers. 

OOps, a trickle of blood. Is it mine? No, it's rust red blood, likely preserved in the airtight clip compartment. While collecting the fluid into a miniflask, a qChip slides out of that compartment. I scan its data onto my CP.

"Oha, Tau-wittickers!" I exclaim outloud. "This data appears to be Marzy's notes." : ... new map of particles and forces... no right handed W bosons, only left handed up and down quarks can emit or absorb the W's ..  Does this mean it is possible to lower the intensity of quaking here at the pediment in Marinaris Valles?...

** ** GLOSH THUDSPLAT ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr084.0120AT

Drip jumblurrplop zzing

gloshthudsplat rapguttery flat

on rooftop rains ssing.  _Haikul_

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

Spinning in the rain, I'm spinning in the rain. What a glorious wheeling, spokes splashing again, rims dancing 'til ten. Lights flashing, hub dashing. Spinning, I'm grinning in the rain. "Turn left at Arvard Street," my eBike CP signals me.

"Are you Ahn Sola?" asks a double spect fellow wading in the puddled drive at number 14.

"Yes, it's me."

"Well, I set a tarp over the eContraption. Go ahead, out back next to the v-dub," he says.

** ** An Aromatic Molecule** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr083.0120AT

Patch of white flakes in

my garden, too warm for snow-

pear tree petals drift.    _Haikul_

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

En route to the green frame, past my two row plot at the Qubottics Sod Quad, I detect a PAH, Polyclictic Aromatic  Hydrocarbon. I pounce off my eBike. Bending down, toward the PAH. I

Grasp that wild onion

gently pull and twist sideways-

don't yank it straight up.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

I take a bite, savoring the onion's PAH, amazed to imagine that PAHs may contain up to 25% of the carbon in the entire Bioverse where some have been recently detected in the complex molecular structure of interstellar clouds.

"Oha, Ahn Sola," I scold myself for the diversion from work. "Get back to spinning."

** **  Free Falling Frame  ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr082.0121AT

Last to fall, first to

bud on this soft sappy bough-

a red maple leaf.      _Haikul_

Found near an unassuming red v-dub in the wake of an unassuming spark that streaked above an Arvard Street yard, a sooty green frame marks the first landing of an eBike free fall. 

"This could give us a glimpse of what happened to Marzy," says Ilios. "The owner of the v-dub gave us permission to analyze the remains of the free fallen frame. Ahn Sola, please check it out. And watch for biotechnological genetic determinants, such as Methylobacterium sp., useful for growing crops in low gravity rust red environments."

"Oha, I'm on it," I reply with my helmet in hand. 

My wheels spin through an unassuming drift of last season's fallen leaves.  

** ** **   DEPARTURE  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr041.0121AT

No note. Just some spokes missing from the Qubottics supply room. 

Alfom and Beem were last seen at the...

** **  B L U E    F L A S H  ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr036.0121AT

+ >>>""""""""""" <<< - ::::!!~~()     

Shooting upward from a storm cell near Nauru in the mid Pacificus, a positive charge swaps places with its opposing charge. This electric breakdown releases a bright blue flash near the ozone not visible below cloud level. 

"It IS visible frhom  Mount Sharhp, Ahn Sola," Alfom tells me in his rh accent. "Last moonth, beforhe my unforhtunate jourhney, mama Marhzee set our Cosmoscope toward cumulonimbus clouds gatherhing across the grheat ocean of this Hemispherhe." 

Huddled with the eBike crew at Mt Sharp, over one hundred million miles from Nauru and one hundred degrees colder, Alfom has observed blue bolts flashing above the Pacificus through the lens of the Cosmoscope; however, he has not proven that those transient luminous events, TLE, could spawn thunder.

**  **  **  Cloud Shine  **  **  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr018.0121AT

Plumes of vapor in the Mesospheric Dome catch some light from a star that has set far below the horizon. ... after the evening storm at chosen latitudes, noctilucent clouds shimmer.

** ** Peroxisomal Origins ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr349.0120AT 

After questioning Alfom, the cocoon child, I meet with Ilios. He did a background check on Yupp who was hired as our boss only moonths ago.

"Oha, Ilios. The child claims that Yupp is his father who eBiked to the Outer Hemisphere, that his father's name is Ibeemee, which is surprisingly similar to Beem E, our boss's familiar name," I tell Ilios.

"Well, Ahn Sola," he replies, "what I found concerning Yupp is that he was raised in the Afriq Hemisphere and studied peroxisomal origins at Bioversity. Did not graduate. Instead, Yupp was incommunicado for years before his resume arrived here at Qubottics by emul."

"Coincidentally, or not, Alfom told me that peroxizomes, organelles found in all eukaryotic cytoplasm, was the subject of his last EXO homeschool class," I say.

"Didn't peroxizomes evolve from bacteria that invaded larger cells?" Ilios asks.

"That's correct." I reply. "Peroxizomal functions developed to provide metabolic energy for most lifeforms, such as biosynthesis of phospholipids in mammalian brains, photorespiration in leaves and methanol assimilation in some yeasts. Alfom was excited to explain all the details."

"Yupp mentioned peroxizomes in the context of revamping the sod quad. He said that they serve in the glyoxylate cycle of seed germination," Ilios tells me.

Search it on Goggle.

**  **  The Cocoon Child  **  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr348,0120AT

The fallen child, along with his mineral casing, has been quarantined in the eBike trailer since his arrival at the second meridian.. The Qubottics team and I gather on the upper quad for the reveal. 

"Welcome to the Inner Hemisphere, young friend," says Yupp.

"Areh you my fatherh?" asks the child, noticing that his skin tone matches exactly with Yupp's.

"Come with me. I'm Ahn Sola." I reach for his hand, trying to avoid an awkward situation for the boss.

He speaks with an unusual soft 'r' accent. "I am Alfom, one of the trhippplets borhn from Marhzee's womb in a craterh on Axia Planum."       

**  Switch Cane and Snags  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr346.0120AT

     A champion snag

     rules this mire where we spin with

     tireless swamp creatures.  

     ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Our boss sent us here, Loblollyland, to train for the upcoming eBike mission. 

"Watch out for the switch cane, Sola," Sunny shouts to me, slaloming around its stalks. 

I am more concerned about the subsurface paleo detectors (rock crystals) which track the history of neutrinos that fall from the clouds as a result of stellar ray decay also known as nuclear recoiling. 

"Cypress knees ahead," I shout back, my wheels stuck in the muck..

  ** ** Perpetual Im-motion ** ** 

eBike2mars 14Gyr345.0120AT 

Start up your eBike and take a spin with me across the nearby churchyard. Look, here lies Bland Andrews beneath his dark gray plaque. Let me introduce D Drum whose headstone sparkles with mica flakes. The Peeks' ground is adorned with plastic Hallow Eve effigies. The name Kermitt is familiar but not WW II Mouse which is engraved onto polished granite. The Glass family menagerie overlooks a far reaching ridge.

The deceased have some of the best views on the Hemisphere where they reside in im-motion. We, their descendants, having no place for remains to rest (memorial yards have exceeded their capacities), will perpetuate as free electrons revolving with molecular radicals across the Silky Way,  where

     A cosmic ray engraves 

     your name onto an ever

     lasting asteroid.     

** ** ** Virtual Feasting ** ** **

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You have been invited to this season's Perfect Virtual Feast, you and Marzy's followers including myself.  We arrive via Mindset express directly to our designated seats.

The savory victuals are prismatically arranged. Plush squashes, broiled by perfectionists, refract onto hand harvested berries from the eBike park. At the center of the triangular table a wild ginger pie, minimally processed with the baker's antique rolling pin, is cooling.

The virtual toast is interrupted. You drop your goblet.

Daq and sister Zelly want to know "Who killed the turkey?"

** ** **Hyperbaric  Drive** ** **

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     Masked in a nutshell

     at the bus stop

     squirrel watches you

     board at the rear.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

B E Yupp, my boss, often rides eBus N2 which is equipped with an interior eBike rack and accommodates ... sk-ba-ta-bing-bing, oh no, a cache of acorns comes dropping from the O2 vent. "Is anyone hurt?" asks Yupp.

No worries. The rear of N2 is set up as a hyperbaric chamber which can reverse symptoms of blebbing (bumps on membranes) by slowing the process of apoptosis, death of a cell.

Approaching West Oak at Broadway, the bus driver releases some pressurized air into the chamber. 

Yupp pulls the yellow cord. "Stop Requested."

** ** **    The  L U C P    ** ** **

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"LUCP, Last Unipotent Common Progenitor, is theorized to be the First Unipotent Common Progenitor, FUCP," the boss tells us during our moonthly Qubottics meeting.

"How is that relevant to the eBike mission?" I ask myself.

"Ahn Sola, how is that relevant to the eBike mission?" he asks me.

"Oha, w-well," I stutter. This will be a pullshift response. "Well, Mr Yupp, according to Marzy's reports, the First and Last Progenitor spontaneously evolved and still evolves, simultaneously in various clusters of the Silky Way. It is important to make note of these locations during our mission so that future missions can witness this primitive evolution on terrain and subsurface of EXO craters and to understand microbial inhabitants that can prey on newly formed strands of life emerging when lightning strikes mineral rich clouds, making it difficult to identify the new lifeforms since they have been ingested by some of the ancestral cells. But it is not that simple according to technicians who have attempted to replicate simple living cells. The problem is that their processes begin in a sterile environment. They need to take their laboratories outside to surroundings where life did begin eons ago, perhaps set up their equipment in a nearby shallow pond where pre-life elements can combine with the natural heat/light  cycle of day/nigh (rather than lab lighting), then recombine when the pond dries out and seasons change. When it comes to molecular Progenitors, "Think cosmologically but take action in your backyard."        

** ** Disengaged Satellite ** **

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"Proceed to the sod quad immediately," Mr Yupp announces over the interoffice fohNet. 

In a flash all Qubottics staff are outside staring at the dusky horizon imprinted with glowing purples and a streak of bright green.

"Is it an ePlane plummeting across that STE (Streaming Thermal Emission)?" I wonder.  

"Must be a satellite disengaged from orbital grip,"  says Ilios tuning his CP to calculus mode. "Whatever it is, the trajectory pattern indicates that it will reach ground at two meridians from here."

"Ahn Sola, check it out, please," shouts Yupp, his words projecting like a GiRB (Gigantic Radio Burst).

Eager to placate the boss, I pounce onto my eBike, spend the nigh accelerating, and brake at the designated coordinates where my wheels tumble over a.. something or other full size rust red mica cocoon, studded with CAIs (Calcium Aluminum Intrusions, generally found in pre-Hadean chondrites), too chunky to lift onto my carrier.

"Wherh am I? Help me," a faint echo calls out. "Turhn the hub." I turn it and the layers of mica separate, bringing me face to face with a pre-pubescent humanoid having charcoal skin and phosphorescent curls.

 **  Kaons versus the Pions  **

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Ya-hooo. Fans are cheering from the observation deck. 

"Ladies, Hadromen, Pseudo scientists, welcome to the Colliders Arena. I am Rae Rae with Ridgex Press, to report instantaneous moves of each participating particle."

I am impressed that my friend Rae, at her low agemark, was chosen to host this MeV event.

"A proton ball, racing from the far end of the linac, tackles team Pion which elicits a double Kaon formation," continues Rae. "Another toss of the proton, at 186,000 times faster than the speed of eBikes, collides with the longer of the two Kaons, releasing three additional Pions onto the field." 

During half time, canine cheerleaders with infrared sensors sniff for transparent matter while beams from Sychroton Boosters flare into pear shaped radium nucleii. "What a smashing show for the fans."

Bored with the game, I open Pacebook and find one of Marzy's quotes, "For fair players, as for what plagues us, outcomes become uncertainties."  

**Acceleration PROHIBITED**

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I message Ilios to meet me at Spin-off Platform B in the old growth quad.

"Look at this, hurry." I show him the poster board with eBike scrawls and spaghetti notations.

"That algorithm contradicts the Law of Battery Thrust conservation," he explains, shugging his shoulder.

"Ilios, I believe that Marzy jumped to the Outer Hemi from this platform by hitching onto fohtons," I reply.

"That could happen theoretically, Ahn Sola, only in a Bioverse without acceleration," Ilios argues.

"So, acceleration could be prohibited in a transient Antiverse!" I exclaim.

** **  Riding Lightwaves  ** **

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"It's a spooky algorithm, Ahn Sola,"  Sunny warns me upon delivery of the vacuum sealed tubular parcel.

"Oha, interoffice gossip," I mumble. "Thanks, Sunny. V U later." The pneumatic door closes behind him.

I smack the seam of the package against my deskpad, like opening a Billsbury Biscuit tube. The contents fall to the floor, two eleven by fourteen scrolls. The first appears to be an old parchment with a formula and some scribbled notes, "72.05 square root of (d/4f), 80% clear of obstructions."  .."refraction on planar surface.."  "..light is a transverse wave, the vibrations of which are electromagnetic fields." ...  "Dawn peeks through the clouds where a flurry of light waves, drifting onto dreams."   signed "A. Fresmell, 1820."

The second scroll is poster board. On it are several sketches of eBikes positioned in various angles on a platform with what seems to be an inverted Fresmell lens which is capturing waves of mid morning fohtons and reflecting them skyward at 90 degrees. Notes indicate that Jezero Crater, 22 light minutes away, would be the destination of the fohtons, dated and signed by Marzy L E. She was planning her ride through place/time on a flurry of light, so it seems.  

** ** ** Ridgex Interview ** ** **

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"Here is the sound recording you requested," says Sunny setting a grin to me, which is annoying, oha.

He slinks past my deskpad, to the exit, slower than the angular momentum of Snail Galaxy.  

I press replay.

"Is this Marzy?

Yes.

Is your crew there- Alfanda? Alfom? Alfeem? Ubeyou?

Here. Here. Ahha here. Here.

I am Rae with Ridgex Press. Hemispherans want to know how this interview is possible with all frequencies jammed from the phirus.

Hi Rae. My crew developed a method to communicate temporarily using a fohton deflected from our eBike battery. It can transmit syl-la-ble by syl-la-ble when Inner and Outer Hemispheres are aligned.

Wow, a new technology. Marzy, what is your next destination?

My crew and I are spinning toward Greenhaugh Pediment along Marineris.

Green? how? 

Not green, the pediment is rust red like most of the terrain. Rae, how is the Climb It City coping with current conditions?

Well, Marzy, cougars are lined up to climb the cliff at Kraggy, wild turkeys are J walking across Broadway, Dashville bears are having a picnic at Court Plaza, motel toads are sunning themselves on the lifeguard's chair. I don't recognize my friends at the local take-out, all wearing masks.

Rae, Hemispheres are grey shifting toward misalignment. Bye.

Got it. Thanks, Marzy fo"

** ** FohNet ** **

14Gyr308.0120AT 

This is Ahn Sola reaching out to you via FohNet, the wireless Fohtonic Network invented by Marzy's eBike crew.  Their dating system continues with 14Gyr. The year  0120AT refers to 120 years After Tesla's alternate current. My work team and I are on alert for any communication from the rift zone of the Outer Hemisphere.  Connect with us by emul- floridawn@gmail.com - if you receive any signals from Marzy.   

** **  SPOKEY HOLLOW  ** **

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The graphite gate opens, "feee-eep."

Grinding hinges chill our marrow.

We enter Spokey Hollow single file.

"Whooo are you," murmurs the Florisbad skull propped onto its petrified stump.

"I am Diazothroph, the nitrogen fixer," replies Diaz.

"I, Endothermal Man, am thirsty for hemoglobin. And she, my veinmate, Squamous Epitherium, devours raw membrane during blue moons," says Endo.

Eemian haunters emerge from the thorny thicket. No paper in the outhouse, Mummified Llamas used all the tubes to re-ravel themselves. 

This Muon is decaying in our trickortreats. That Stratospheric SPRITE is striking some complex Coacervates to form a lifelike morsel of RNA. One Watusi from Afriq locks horns with two Tiwanuku masks.

Disguise is the way to reverse aging. Do you recognize anyone? 

This is me, Ahn Sola, simply dressed in a Marzy costume, double breasted mica spinning jacket with rust red eBike helmet.   

** ** Brunch At Crescents ** **

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You are seated with us at the booth, a long rust red plank that spans the far wall of Crescents Cafe. Next to you a place is set for the absentee guest, Marzy L E. A folded card, in remembrance of her brother who was leaning on a Sequoiadendron when his image was snapped, is set as a centerpiece with the inscription "As limbs decay in grounded leaves, our hearts climb into living trees."  

"Dipole wrap."

"Groken nodules with oilach dressing."

"Bennu boop.". 

Orders for food and drink are called out randomly.

Sunny Tannan requests Chromodynamic crepes, "Please."

"Butyrate stew." "Pumpkin kraut" is my choice. "Smiles to go with salsup." "Tectonic plate." This cuisine promotes salivation in the tubarian glands.

You order something more familiar, the crescent roll platter..

"I don't know these people. Why was I invited?" you ask yourself.

You are here because "Ilios Welkin, you have been elected Battery Specialist for the Qubottics eBike mission. The spinners at this table including myself, I'm Ahn Sola, welcome you to the team."

**  The Lung-Gut Passage  **

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Memo from Beem-- Phase 3 of your eBike training is to track Bacillus and other microbes. It is imperative to the mission that the team's biomes test positive for diversity.

"Ready to begin, Sola?"

"Oha, ready," I reply. "Hum, h-hum, hum-m-m...."

Humming increases nitric oxide which can percolate for hours in the nasal passage, relaxing inner muscles to promote flow.

Changing the song to "Out 2-3-4, in 2-3-4, out 2-3-4. in...,"  I sit with the morning fog, dorsums crossed. 

We can feel a few billion microbes respiring with us as we swallow a shared breath. Down the passageway, seamlessly like a wave without neurons, beneficial bacteria rappel from the throat toward subatomic levels of the gut. There they combine with metabolites and other nutrients. Meanwhile, specialized molecules protect genes from stellar radiation. 

"Oha, We're ready for an exhale," I call to the team of colon biota that join nutrients (enhanced with lentil sprouts) for the ascent toward lung territory..

Sacrum released, the dispersion of oxygen/carbon/nitrogen begins at the kegel muscles and rises into the abdomen. 

The vertebral ribs float like buoys. Diaphragm massages bronchial tubes. Shoulders tingle. Throat widens, stimulating the palate. Nostrils flare. Cilia wave to the fresh blend of microbiota that have traveled with healthy electrons from the depths of anatomy. 

A relaxed energetic exchange from gut to tongue, lung to gut, increases diversity.

Another memo from the boss-- Brunch at Crescents. Bring eBike awards.   

** **Best Apparition NOW** **

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"Come OUT of your POD, Ahn Sola."

"Oha, just a nanosec," I shout back.

"NOW is the best time to view."

I rush out the back slider and behold.. a rust red thread of glimmering light from the rising Outer Hemisphere to the threshold of our quad at Qubottics. 

Sunny adjusts his PC scope.

"Take a look," he says. "That is where you and your crew will be spinning."

"Spectacular, Sunny."

There on the lens are some well known Exogeologic markings.. Afriq-shaped Sytris Major with its crater Huygens.. to the right, eBike-shaped Sinus Sabeus.... 

Here in my thoughts is Marzy. Did she or her crew leave any bold markings at the Pediment to indicate their condition after the quake? No one knows if they are injured or worse.

"Sunny, can you magnify the Pediment?"    

** ** NOT A  CRYOPHILE ** **

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"Mommy, I want to take your face and put it on the face of the butterfly in my bug box."  -kinder quote.

A butterfly is not a cryophile but yes to some insects, worms and unicellular phytoplankton that can multiply where water is solid. How is this possible? Take, for example, the subsurface of the Outer Hemisphere.. beneath layers of rust red ro

** ** Weak After Equinox ** **

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You are special. "No, I'm an animal."

                                  -kinder quote

I am Ahn Sola, oha, spinning specialist. The boss had sent me and Sunny to the equinoctial line to complete phase 2 of my training for the back2mars mission. Our eBikes need new spokes. I am exhausted but need to catch up on my research, such as how the fabric of place/time expands faster than c. And to simulate a portrait of the sky from the summit of Olympus Mons. And to analyze components in images of the clay bearing unit near Tower Butte... and to map the rust red equatorial region of the Outer Hemisphere.

** **Week Before Equinox** **

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"When I yawn, it sounds like the wind."

                                       -kinder quote

Solar winds are calmer now as the 409,090,909th solar cycle begins, assuming that the cycle has been consistent every 11 years. Also, at this time, the sun is about to cross our celestial equator.

To celebrate the changing of the seasons, eCyclists gather in Kinshasa, largest city on the equinoctial line of our Inner Hemisphere. It is an amazing sight. 366 eBike wheels cross the equator in sync with the astronomical equinox.  

** ** **  Terrestrial pH  **  ** **

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7.2 to 9 alkalinity, as measured by Marzy's eBike crew before the quake at Aeolis Palus near Greenhaugh pediment, a pH that is toxic to microscopic sediment such as Wi phirus. 

** **Cosmic Resonances** **

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I aim my CP toward the rust red Outer Hemisphere. It is dusk and easily visible using the scope app. What is that on the lens? not the Outer Hemisphere, not a bolide meteor, nor an eBike lifting off, looks like a migrating

DJUMBA (African Hornbill)

In flight, the Djumba calls.

Bell tones strike the sky in response.

From its vine a calabash breaks, in time, down-up-down-down-up .

Beneath us, the ground echoes our slow deep drumming.

To our pulse an old leopard paces, a solemn dance.

Four, three, one, her spots are fading.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

in another place, a different leopard with fading spots simultaneously paces. This event could exert an effect on the solemn dance of the former leopard.

"BL-EEP-BL-EEP-BL..."

Spluttering steam from my iron pan

triggers the smoke detector.

"BL-EEP-BL-EEP.." from the sky...

... a mockingbird?

Or it could be a cosmic ray pitch angle scattering in magnetostatic turbulence. My CP is detecting a field of particles in helical motion, just another cosmic resonance.

** ** Entangled Hammock ** ** 

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I roll over and fall. It's a starless nigh, oha, can't recall where I am.

I reach for my eBike lamp. Lamp not there, bump my head and it's whirling like the half spin of an electron. Wait, a dim beam from the street lamp is breaking through the fog, no, a solar beam. Dawn lights up this porch. The door is open, of course, I did unlock it last nigh. Stepping inside, I switch on the utilities. The walls are draped with fabric, likely covering the previous owner's dart punctures. Clothespins are holding notes along a rope above the table. Here's one written on junk mail: Things to do- 1.remove poison ivy from embankment 2.organize paperwork 3.look up toward vs towards. 4..5.. Hand written on a slice of cardboard is a series of poems:

Sky gazing- places

beyond, between the stars, is

what brightens my face.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

-STOUTER THAN I-

I doubt that we shall e'er perceive

a word as stout as our baob tree.

An active verb ascends toward its leaves

bound to tire bending knees.

I doubt slow O's can loop with ease

up broad branches bearing bees.

Most proper nouns are stouter than I,

such as Adansonia gregorii

and Elephantidae ivory

reaching for h- o -n- e- y,

yet none have a trunk like our species. 

We watch those words from this shady retreat.

where gourd-like fruits drop to our feet.

These baobab seeds we dare not eat

or dare we dine, a zesty feast.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

-No Rest for the Departed-

Belongings cascade from the antique drawer.

On the desktop paperwork lands haphazardly

like origami airplanes on their runway.

where's the will? what is prepaid?

does a death certificate expire? 

Junk mail continues to accumulate, lifetime guarantee.

Condolences arrive from the Gargoyles 

at Beverly Library. Gulls on the Mudflats

harmoniously tweet in remembrance.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

DUST SETTLES

Dust rising from that field reminds me of home

where ebony branches reach beyond the sun 

and clouds are late arriving.

A weathered hand, combing grandchild's curls, 

looks like my mother's hand.

Your woven shawl, rusty spigot, yams roasting...

the bray that echoes in this darkening village 

sounds like my village welcoming us.

Here, dancing with drummers, reminds me of home.

And, on the off beat of a moment ablaze, sparks flare,  

eyes spark, charred toes kick up the earth

and swirling smoke carries my shadow home

to where I have never been. Dust settles in Africa.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

A faded envelope is pinned to the clothesline, ohha, my initials printed on it, A.S. I open the envelope and unfold the scrap of paper inside: "To my new friend, Ahn Sola, and her younger friend Raeya. I am dead, or not. The key on your necklace is the key that was placed on your deskpad at Qubottics the day I departed on my eBike for the Outer Hemisphere..."  Just as I suspected, this Fleetwood 2000 is Marzy's place. "Stay dry, roof may need reinforcement but not the floor. It's solid steel beams. I am certain that you have disentangled yourself from the hammock, if not, you would have remained entangled, settled in its curvature and not reading this note. Stay spinning, from Marzy."       

** Spin to the Foothills  **

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Foothills on the Outer Hemisphere? search it on Goggle: 'south of the northern crater wall adjacent to Aeolis Palus.' I know that ..it's our mission's proposed drop down site. I need a break .. these walls are caving into me like clouds of gas tunneling toward a black hole. I leave my workpod without notice to the boss, pounce onto my eBike and spin three hours to the nearest  foothill.

I find 741 LMR, the gravel drive overgrown, Support-Your-Local-Fireflies posted on a tree stump, gate unlocked. Hanging from the porch beam a scarecrow figure, wearing a dark shadowy skirt with fish bones pattern, greets me. A note is taped to the door:

FOOTHILLS TRAIL

The Foothills find me tangled in

in a thorny briar merging onto

the trail. I taste that vine

as its tip is tender. I grab a nearby

Mentha leaf to freshen my breath.

The Foothills watch me hiking 

toward steeper destinations. 

The Foothills like my wind swept hair. 

They brush it with a Sassafras twig.

They give my inquisitive feet 

a mud bath. They tuck me into 

a bed of Glossadelphus moss. 

The Foothills adopt me.

The Mountains have visitation.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^  

** ** **  Geno Scene  ** ** **

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"Rare Species" is the talk of all districts. 

"Let's have them join us for tea," says the Duchess.

"I would like to paint you, Monsieur Hadzien, parlez-vous francais?" asks the cafe artist.

"The creator has a sense of humor, so I'll go with the hazie, " says Dude 1.

"No cap, hazies are cool," says Dude 2.

"Knock knock. Who's there. It's Hazie. Hazie who? It's Hazie out here so let me in."

"What did the hazie ask the sapie?-  Where's your flint stone?

"What did the sapie ask the hazie?-  Any vape in this valley?"

HADZIEN appears in the crossword puzzle section of the 'Yorker Times.'

Petitioners are collecting signatures to include Homo hadzien in the Taxonomy Registry.

Governments lobby for an amendment to acknowledge Hadzien as a separate species. Some Sapies are protesting that there is no scientific evidence showing Homo hadzien to be different from Homo sapien.

Qubottics plans to donate an eBike to the Rift Valley hadzien tribe in Tanzana.

Rae Rai is in the field taking a poll concerning the rare species cited at sites.google.com/site/genoscene

I am at my workpod studying the magnetic field needed to induce soft robotic materials to 'shape shift' for applications in search and rescue missions during future Outer Hemisphere exploration, and for applications in discovering new species living in spaces where only rubber robots can access.

** ** **  Qubottics  ** ** **

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I enjoy my job at Qubottics. It combines qubytes with historical bit research for development of Ar flourohydrides to Z batteries that could enhance the comfort of future eBike travel. Earlier, m... oha, someone is tapping.

Sunny Tannan steps in, our CET (Chief Executive Trainer). "Gmorn, Ahn Sola. Here's your updated cougar claw routine," he says, setting a smile to me. "You look like a six pack of nebulas, but your grinning muscles need a workout."

I set my eyes to my deskpad. "Thanks, Sunny, V U later." Sigh, need to get back to light induced lattice expansion on perovskite solar film, which will be the energy source for our mission.   

** **  Pledge of Legions  ** **

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"Please salute for the Pledge of Legions," I announce. The boss set me up to preside over this month's state of Qubottics meeting. All of us salute, pledging, "We raise a smile to this resplendent land that sustains us where, in all elements, our conscience maintains the Blue Ridge to Outer Banks, one domain, under sod, ever to be Carolinia." 

** **  Grave Assignment  ** **

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"Sey, Sola, I just completed an interview for Ridgex. Will you proofread it for me?" Rae Rae asks, removing her eBike helmet.

"Oha, of course, Rae." She sets the file on my deskpad.

Interview With PACK

I knock on his headstone beneath the spooky branch.

The city council sent me and I do expect an answer

to a hundred year long land ownership dispute.

"Hello, George Pack?" Politely I inquire.

"Was the town square deeded properly and to the proper buyer?"

"Yes, I was G. Willis Pack." He nods his bony Pack face.

"And I've spread some seedy deeds all over Pack Place.

But my intention was to gift Pack Square for all to freely use."

"Seedy deeds," I note. I doubt the council will excuse.

"One more question, if you please." 

"No," his eerie voice refuses.

I drive my notes home along the broad riverside.

In a plot beyond this spooky curb, a chattier soul resides.

"I was a 'Federate man with a military mare. You see, 

my friend George built Vance Obelisk for me at Pack Square.

Yes, G. Willis was the Pack man with a Yankee Pack face

and he spread some seedy deedies all over the Place."

**  ** Mute Moonday **  **

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"Merry Mute Moonday, Ahn Sola," my trainer greets me.

"Hold on, save your words, Sunny."

"Why, what's the limit?" he asks.

Doesn't he know? On Mute Moonday all Hemispherans are restricted to lip reading or 200 spoken words. Blogs are also limited to 200; so, the Ubble Deep UV Scope does not relay details about the racy fohton flashing across the horizon of the Bioverse 46 billion light years away. 

Sunny is a free solo eCyclist. He exits my workpod for a spin. He thwacks his throttle, passing friends who are miming with silly grins and wild grimaces. To his right, politicians in the House garden deal pinochle cards, lobbying prohibited. Ahead, quiet petitioners wave their banner -NO SINGING IN THE SHOWER- (135 words so far).  At the next intersection, Sunny turns to nature, a millipede soundlessly flaunting its feet, one by one. But who's counting?

**  Greenhaugh Pediment   **

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      In murky air with stress and fear

      is where contagions reappear.

                     -anthrocene proverb

"Sola, please investigate the cause of the the terrain contagion that swept across the Outer Hemisphere's equatorial region," says my boss. "We must confirm that previously infected rifts no longer endanger geologic structures. Our eBike mission cannot be compromised."

"I've already started on it, Mr Yupp." He is intensely focused on our mission, having no thoughts of whether Marzy's crew is dead or alive out there.  

Oha, proceed with the task. The last communication from Marzy occurred at Greenhaugh Pediment, an outcrop along Valles Marineris. It is uncertain whether she was separated from her crew during the quaking. I will continue my investigation with ...

** ** ** GOOD Saturday ** ** **

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      My pen drops in bed

      lost where dreams end with tea- I

      wake in inky sheets.

Eyes open to a toppled mug. I tend to reach for things in my sleep. Day and nigh I've been collecting data about movie stars to streaming particles. My boss expects all the details that could increase our odds for a successful eBike mission such as the interaction of characters in the film "Star Trekkers"; a list of fermions that can act like their own anti fermions; whether the Bioverse is antitrophic (expanding at a different rate in different places) or isotrophic (expanding at the same rates in all directions); how fast magnetic north will shift, currently calculated at 34 miles per year; the accuracy of the Bed Machine that depicts bumps and hollows beneath the South Pole; to observe camel culls that cross Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara, able to detect moisture at distant A/C vents; if there exists a prescription for laughter in low gravity environments; simultaneous generaliz...   ...my Inbox bleats. It's an odd message:

Let me rephrase GOOD Saturday... Isn't that when the body bearer carries him far into the cave but it is the wrong cave so after the multitudes leave he, exhausted, drags the remains into the night toward the holy cave which is closed for redemption?       Please copy and paste this to a friend.

** ** **  Dove Triangle  ** ** **

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You would think this is about bird migration- wrong- it concerns the hormonal chemistry of my work group. We generally focus on the eBike mission; however, Beem, the boss, set a smile to my friend Rae Rae and hired her part time. Rae Rae sends high frequency vibes to my trainer Sunny. Sunny hovers over me like a moon struck Columbina dove. And I, Ahn Sola, am attracted to Beem, uncontrollably. 

Gravitation is what pulls us into this Dove Triangle.

** ** **  Rae Rae's A.S.  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr102.0120AT 

Tap tap. "Step in." It's my friend Rae Rae from AC Bioversity.

"Sey, Sola, you look rate. Must be all the eBike training," she tells me.

"Rae, it looks like you are up to something other than the Ridgex job."

"Y-yes, I'm working on my A.S. chart. Would you like a copy?" she asks.

"Sure, But what is A S?"

"A S means After Singularity, pertaining to my chain of existence since the Big Bing." Rae presses the link button on my CP.

(If you are using a small device, tilt it sideways)

        }}  A S Chart by Rae  {{ 

       {my chain of existence}

1 AS ( 13.7 billion y.a.-10^-36 sec. )    Moment of

       singularity/no extremities              ESSENCE

       oscillation/cosmic hiccup              PULSATION

       inflation > faster than c                  INHALATION

       raw energy/plasmic mass              FORCE

       quark/gluon/"dark photons"           COLLISION

       symmetry breaking/protons           SEPARATION

100,000 AS (13.6999 billion yrs ago)   Age of

       1st molecule/helium hydride         ATTACHMENT

400,000 AS (13.699 billion y.a.)           Age of

       dark Bioverse/cosmic fog             OBSCURITY

100,000,000 AS (13.6 billion y.a.)        Age of

       formation of "proto-stars"               LUMINOSITY

200,000,000 AS (13.5 billion y.a.)         Age of

       first galaxies                                   CLUSTERING

1,000,000,000 AS (12.7 billion y.a,)      Age of

       particles contract/recombine.        TRANSPARENCY

2,700,000,000 AS (11 billion y.a.)          Age of

       our Silky Way pulls together.          SPIRALING

9,200,000,000 AS (4.5 billion y.a.)        Age of

       Sol system begins to spin              REVOLUTION

       accretion of Hemispheres              COALESCENCE

9,700,000,000 AS (4 billion y.a.)           Age of

       rocks / viruses assemble               CONFIGURATIONS

10,200,000 000 AS (3.5 billion y.a.)      Age of

       sea vent spills procaryotic cell       VITALITY

       archaea > visible life form              STROMATOLITES

11,400,000,000 AS (2.3 billion y.a.)      Age of

       ocean & hemispheres freeze         RIGIDITY

11,700,000,000 AS (2 billion y.a.)         Age of

       cells with organelles wriggle          SYMBIOSIS

11,860,000,000 AS (1.4 billion y.a.)       Age of

      blue green algae rule                      CHLOROPLASTS

13,100,000,000 AS (600 million y.a.)    Age of

       multi cellular life explodes             COMPLEXITY

13,699,800,000 AS (3.2 million y.a.)     Age of

      birth of Lucy Australopithicus         GATHERERS

13,699,500,000 AS (1.5 million y.a)      Age of

      humans dance to attract mate        RHYTHM

13,699,995,000 AS (5000 yrs ago)       Age of 

      reed rafts cross pacificus                WANDERERS

      pyramids>empires>alchemy           TROUNCING

13,699,998,500 AS (500 yrs ago)          Age of

      witch trials / gassing / Klan              HORRORS

13,699,999,800 AS (200 yrs ago)           Age of

      Volta > Tesla's AC > eBikes              ELECTRICA              

13,699,999850 AS (150 yrs ago)            Age of

      indigenous people cry                      INJUSTICE

13,699,999,900 AS (100 yrs ago)           Age of

       molasses flood & gravity waves      RELATIVITY                       

13,699,999,940 AS (60 yrs ago)             Age of

      6 yr old Rob unbolts ironing board    DISASSEMBLING

      poetry at Big Sur / love not war         VOLKSWAGENS

13,699,999,980 (20 yrs ago)                   Age of

      my birth, Rae Rai of Dashville          SELF

13,699,999,999 AS (yesterday)              Age of

      Daq captures his 1st millipede         DISCOVERY

13,700,000.000 AS (today)                     Age of

       synthetic turf/ qubit/ astro stock      FUTURES

** ** **  Next Sentence  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr101.0120AT

"Any task begins with a first sentence," says the Interviewer, "Don't you agree?"

"Oha, at times I find my last sentence before the first," I reply nervously.

"How so, Ahn Sola?"

Why another interview, I've already been approved. Maybe he is the rank setter. The words that I select could determine my position in the eBike crew. My next sentence could direct the destiny of entangled fohtons.

"We all fall down," remarks Zelly from the daycare pod. It is her first sentence, and anybody's last.

** eBike2mars 14Gyr100-0120AT **

Sigh, the boss put a hold on my eBike training until I find a publisher for his taxonomy abstract. Oha, wonder if he moonlights as a namer using an alias.

>> Homo hadzien <<

Homo hadzien  (Soodall, 2020)  

We hunt for a rare species from seas to galaxies, as they gather their rare biomes from the Baobab tree.

"Genetically the Hadza are not closely related to any other people."(1) Their language Hadzane is an isolate. They differ, as well, from Homo sapien in their intestinal bacteria.

In the Great Rift Valley of Tanzania near Lake Eyasi, a tribe of twenty or so Hadza gather Adansonia fruit, varieties of Rubus, fibrous tubers, melit with comb and more. During the dry season they subsist on game such as Papio, Giraffa and Antilocarpa, flame roasted with a side of veggie when available. Hadza squat at mealtime, as they possess no table or chairs. They sing, dance, whittle arrows, climb trees, converse with birds and "dig out acacia thorns from each other."(2) Adansonia gregorii, the tribe staple, is listed in the taxonomy registry. The Hadza people should be included, as well.

It is imperative th...     ...find more at sites.google.com/site/genoscene   

(1) Wikipedia  (2) National Geographic Dec 2009

** ** **  Beem E Yupp  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr090.0120AT

The eBike pre-training consists of strikes/isometrics to strengthen tendons and meditation to cleanse bone marrow, challenging at the least. How did Marzy do it? She was older than I and the trainer was strict back in 99T. Ohha, here's my boss.

"Sey, Sola, have any questions so far?" he asks.

"None yet," I reply. "My instructions are to memorize, then proceed."

"Keep the awe, Ahn." He uses my familiar name.

"Tye, Mr Yupp."

"Call me Beem. View you later." He exits my workpod quite slowly.

Was I too abrupt? Sigh. His vibe pleases me, should've set him a smile. I need a distraction, notes from the Sci-Files, ohha. 

** ** **    Looss Leef    ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr089-0120AT

Before eBike training starts up, I am given the task of organizing the Looss Leef File, a collection of incomplete inventions, Sci-Files, forgotten family albums, poetry, hypotenuses and intergalactic rhythms. Where to be...

Top of the stack sits a looss leef with spiraled edge, hand written, titled

RURAL SPRAWL

A bumble bee hovers above me

who is sprawled across the old hammock.

Patchwork eyes watch my pen

flit along the note pad, like an anther 

spiraling from its fiery bloom.

Another bee watches as I lift my pen

to trace a blue ridge

sprawled across the old meadow.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

On the next looss leef is a sketch of an invention, holographic tattoos. After that, a black and white photo of a family posed on the porch of an old New England farmhouse. Then, leefs of poetry.

TEN MILES TO SPRING

One minute after Upward Road at the Divide

the forest tilts steeply against a wintry hillside.

Treetops that dip into the Gorge look like

stick figures crossing on the zipline.

Bare twigs, approaching mile 61, 

dare to bud. Down the escarpment, passing

warm winds, branches leaf out in a frenzy.

Beyond mile 70, tulip trees at noon enter

the Pacolet watershed in bloom.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

TWO ROADS

Two roads head east. We merge left in 

the fast lane. It leads us to paved pastures 

where red lights rule circadian clocks, 

an existence zoned disastrous. 

At the coast we loop back- toward Grassy Gap 

dotted with day lilies where a stone wall 

holds together weathered barn boards 

under red oaks that give us our daily shade- 

to return on the less traveled route.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

WHERE AND HOW

Down the steep drive 

a brave stroller strides

to the mailbox where the rider's

adventure begins, and how.

She spies on a spider that 

spins thorn to thorn

where a rose hip, ripening,

lost its grip where

autumn winds perform.

Zelly tosses her silvery shoe

where a blue feather flies, from 

the wounded cloud, atop the mailbox

where a bright card arrives for her 

from afar where fireballs dive 

into dippers, and how.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

THE SOURCE

Our inner voice

trickles from the source

rather than a forceful 

course.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

LIMBS

As limbs decay 

with grounded leaves

our hearts climb 

into living trees.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

TEVE's Haiku

Your poetic soul

makes sciencefictionary

unnecessary.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

[] []  Letters From Your Father  [] []

Your father mails us a letter from Grassy Knob. It arrives. The envelope smells like his wood fired stove warming the homestead built of rough Carolina timber, on a plot with make shift sheds, post and beam barn, the old growth oak surrounded by scrub sloping down to the slow running spring. Not very grassy. Your brother drives you there soon after his license is issued, a visit long overdue. One regret- not having raised you with all the love that was sealed inside those smoke filled envelopes.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

THE FOOTHILLS FIND ME

The Foothills find me, on the way

to steeper destinations, caught up

in a thorny Smilax merging onto

the hikers' route. I taste the vine,

as its tip is tender. I grab a nearby

Mentha leaf to freshen my breath.

The Foothills watch me. They like

my wind swept hair. They brush it

with a Sassafras twig. They give

my inquisitive feet a mud bath.

They tuck me into a bed of

Glossadelphus moss. The Foothills

adopt me. The Mountains have

visitation.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

BEE BACK

That bumblebee is back, hovering again.

Confused eyes notice not a pen

but wild onions in my hand, a stack

on my old lap. The long ultra violet stems

quiver, so attracting them, closer,

as I snip the Allium tips. In a gentle grip

I tie another bunch, then lift my chin where

buzzing wings pull hard on these old

heart-like strings.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

... then the holy ghost says, "Let there be covid," and he shuts down Portlandia.

Hold on, that is not poetry. I'm seeing things, need to rest my eyes <- ->  

** ** **    New eBike     ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr088.0120AT

The GAK man arrives.  He takes my measurements for a tight fit frame, mumbling and jotting notes. "Size sMeV for Ahn Sola, spinner serial six, perovskite wheels..."

 I am thrilled to be selected for the new eBike team.    (GAK=Green Axle Kinetics)

))))))  Extracellular Space  ((((((

eBike2mars14Gyr-084.0120AT

A seismic attack topples the eBike.

"Mama Marhzee, where arhhe you?" Alfom's voice is muffed by the rumble of infected rock.

The tremor is so intense, I can feel the secretome from proteins oozing into my extracellular space.

"Alfom, Alfeem, Alfanda,"  I yell to my Trippplets, fearing that we have become separated.   

))))))))   The Wi Phirus   (((((((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-078.0120AT

Wi Phirus incubates in wires and spreads through radio frequencies quadratically, the way Phi progresses in mathematics.The infected frequencies spread misinformation throughout the Bioverse. Any instrument can be affected: tablets, cell phones, telescopes, satellites, microphones, cornets and monitors, as well as the CP that controls our eBike functions. To stop WiPhi from overwhelming our lives, the PiCE (Phirus Control Experts) recommends that all of us shut down our devices for two months and spend time outdoors.

Caution: my keyboard is likely infected, so what I type is not necessarily the words you are receiving.

)) Midnigh Update (( -Due to a high incidence of contagions, PiCE has issued restrictions in network and antenna usage to 14 seconds per day/nigh cycle for every Hemipheran on all devices.

)) Sunrise Advisory (( .. phirus mutated .. can now infect life forms .. confined mammals most susceptible .. release pets, livestock and zoo dwellers .. they will return to future environments .. phi continues to spread through frequencies .. morse code and telegraph safer .. to prevent misinformation .. scrub your neurons daily ,, stop. 

))))))))) Homo morfien (((((((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-077.0120AT

.. exhale, inhale, exhale, in, in, ex,ex, in, ex, ininin, exex, exinexinex hale, in hale, ex hale...  We experience odd mitochondrial palpitation in our lungs. 

Our quadriceps change to sexticeps, sexticeps to octaceps, octaceps to dodecaceps.

My crew grew thicker yet more flexible toenails for maximum eBike performance, when feet tire, during extended spinning across the rust red Valles Marinaris toward Tharsis Bulge. As for me, my skin color morphed from pale to midnigh when exposed to the pluton during conception of the Trippplets.

Besides my eBike crew and I, Inner Hemisphereans also are experiencing a high rate of morphological transitioning from Homo sapien to Homo morfien, as indicated in this classified ad:

DO YOU HAVE symptoms of enlarged stress glands? severe epidermal depression due to cosmetic addiction?reproduction disorder caused by high wire exposure? body fat anomalies due to Rx side effects? terminal retinal dysfunction from pavement glare? leaning toward the right from party pressure? collapsing neurons as a result of high tech overdose? Is you genome altered from CRISPR invasion? Have your intestinal microvilli vanished due to the maltodextrin in fast foods? Have your thumbs mutated from hyper texting? Hair tied into knots?... There are others like you. HmA meets at 6:60 p.m. Moonday in the Odditerrarium. For more information about HmA, Homo morfien Anonymous, contact Marzy's gmail.         Homo morfien  (Soodak,2020)  

))))) Where Heliozoans Live (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-070.0120AT

"On the Sun." Good guess, but no.

"in the shadows." Not exactly.

"Heliozoans are cosmopolitan free living ahha aquatic creatures," explains Alfeem. "And they capture their food with ahha axopodia."

"Have you found any Heliozoa while eCycling the Outer Hemisphere?"

"There are over forty extinct lakes in ahha Arabia Terra. We are on the lookout for ahha Heliozoan fossils in these lake beds," replies Alfeem.

... My crew and I discover...

))))) Still Cruising, Marzy ? (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-064.0120AT

Yes, we continue to cruise the Outer Hemisphere. Glad you asked.

Our spokes bump us over pocky terrain. They roll and pitch us in the rust red sand ripples of Oxia Planum. By day's end my crew and I are often too tired to brush our teeth.

At sunrise we routinely test our mica studded suits that shield us from radiation. We collect vapor from fissures for our moisture tanks. We spin, we explore, we discover, unsure how long survival will be possible in this harsh domain. However, more difficult conditions exist on the Inner Hemisphere where you accept the challenge of caring for Daqlen and Zelly.

Day one- You walk the pavers toward the house, To the left of the entry sits a gallon container with bright print, WEED and GRASS KILLER. Attached is a hose with sprayer, What child wouldn't want to grab onto that enticing contraption? As you enter Alf's house with the siblings, you are informed that there are no keys to any of the doors which means that Daq has the option of locking you out. House is not childproofed.

Day two- Sister Zel decides that the fun-to-open trash receptacle is a toy box. She tosses her fuzzy ball in, as well as a spoon left on the edge of the kitchen counter. You remove everything reachable by small arms including pill box, can opener, cutting board, sushi roller, packet of razor blades... You stow them out of sight. You disassemble the round copper coffee table to prevent it from toppling. 

Day three- Daq runs around the trails in the permaculture garden. You strap Zelly in the stroller to keep her safe while you chase after her brother  There is no fenced area on the property. A hole in the middle of the lawn catches sewage. The tank needs to be replaced, but there is a waiting list at the county for issuing permits. 

Day four- While he showers, Alf leaves his clothes on the chair with wallet and car keys in pocket. You race to put his pants away. Unfortunately, he has a high fever. He is driven to the hospital. Tested for corona and other viruses. Needs rest at home. You take D and Z outside to the water spigot. They keep busy filling containers and splashing sea shells into them. Too bad you can't keep the water running, it interferes with the backwash cycle of the conditioning system.

Day five- Knock on the door, bug exterminator is here. He sprays the perimeter of the house and casita. No outside play for at least two hours. Now a miracle occurs. Daqlen falls asleep on the couch during the pesticide danger period. Zel unwinds spool of thread from sewing machine which is not properly stowed.  

Day six- Alf returns to work. Vultures on the roadside pecking armadillo remains. "Why?" asks Daq, watching curiously. Another tantrum. Hot headed evening .took his temp .normal. Door on shed, where you sleep with kids, does not latch properly,  

Day seven- ..., ..., Mealtimes are demanding... rice pasta, pan baked cod, sw potato, lemon ice cubes, cereal, mango. You teach D how to scramble eggs.. he cracks the shell with his teeth. Where does your food go, Daq?  "Down to my feet so I can run fast and you can't catch me.". Zelly keeps pointing to milk and tangerines.., Too much you tubing, whale scene in Pinocchio fascinates them, laugh at Little Rascals. Robot number 5 stays alive with them. 

Day eight- You are too tired to brush teeth.               

)))))))))))))) Eweland ((((((((((((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-042.0120AT

Ewe refers to a tribe, not to a flock of she sheep, although sheep are not forbidden in the tribal territory.

Eweland, far from my eBike crew and myself, is located in the Volta region of the Afrik Hemisphere. The Ewe language exemplifies poetic names of what the tribe possesses such as axatse, the shaker that accompanies drum rhythms.

"Naming things is the topic of today's EXO home school lesson," I tell my Trippplets.

"What is Kpegisu, mama Marhzee?" Alfom asks, pointing to the word on the drawing board which is propped up against the crater wall.

Kpegisu will be explained later. We need to check out the Rover. It apparently found a sample of Impactite showing signs of organic molecules

))))))) Groundhog Report (((((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-034.0120AT

There is an accident at Punxsu Tunnel. Its walls collapsed when the local Groundhog (named Mus monax by Linneaus circa 1758) burrowed from his den to Gobbler's Knob.

At the same time, burrowing up Twaites Glacier from the seafloor, a mechanical groundhog takes photos of the melt rate. Its robotic fin can analyze sediment samples that determine the glacier's foothold. The biological groundhog of Gobbler's Knob can predict an early spring, but Mus shadows cannot determine the foothold nor stability of tunnels.

More news from the Inner Hemisphere: 

Sister Zelly lips her first words- "Boba", robot, followed by milk, diaper and spider.

Brother Daq answers the question "what are you made of?" "Paint."  (What is a groundhog made of?)

Camlin acquires a spring fed plot near Obed River, no groundhog sightings as yet.

Herin takes a break from technical grading. She bakes banana bread, not a gingerbread groundhog.

Meeda rests on the Landrum slope. There she dreams of other worldly eBikes. And predicts every move of Marzy's crew as they depart Gusev Crater.  "They will follow the shadow of their spinning spokes. They will cast fast paced images across the rust red ground."

 )))))))))))) Rock Tour ((((((((((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-030.0120AT

Come one. Come all eCyclists.

"See the bones of the crater," announces Alfanda, rock tour guide.

We park our eBikes, then stand in line at the rim of Gusev Crater.

Alfanda leads the descent talking all the while in her hmm accent, "On the crater wall to our right are thick deposits of fine grain sedimmments called mmMudstone." Let's try some mud pies. "Sammmpling the rocks is not allowed," she reminds us.

"Watch your step. Those plates of parallel orientated clay mmminerals can easily break off." We stride across the thin layered Spanokopita rock, no it's Slate.

"This is a new class of rock, found only here at Gusev Crater ," explains Alfanda as she points to what looks like ground volcanic lava cemented together with magnesium sulfate salt which was left over from ancient water that percolated through the rock before evaporating. "Let's nammme it mmMagdelite," suggests our rock guide.

We're thirsty. Do we stop here for Magdelite? No, but we do stop at cross bedded Sandstone that smells like sandwiches and we take a lick at columnar basalt that tastes (and looks) like chocolate popsicles.

"Notice the field of Scoria below," continues Alfanda, "It can be formmmed with or without phenocrysts (crystals)."

We do not notice any crystals, only dark rough chunks of rock that resemble moldy Swiss cheese, except with more holes than substance.

))))) This Is Your Fault (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-025.0120AT

       "Nature nurtures us

        yet we denature her."

                -anthrocene proverb-

At 6.23 degrees N, the southernmost end of Cerberus Fossae, my crew and I erect a sign:

||  THIS IS YOUR FAULT  ||

||       Take Care Of It         ||

                   |||

We want to prevent any unnecessary wear and tear on geologically important minerals of the Cerberus fault, should EXO Landers or touring eCyclists enter the fossae. Near the sign at the long fissure which extends to 16.16 degrees N, Ubeyou sets up our cosmoscope. 

"Now we can detect seismic activit.. "   RumbleRumbleShake. Before he completes his word, the scope records a seismic gurgle of 3 to 4 magnitude.   

))))) Madame Chlorine (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-014.0120AT

    "Science inspires artists.

     Artists enliven science."

For many half lives our colleague, Madame Chlorine, has maintained a stable healthy 35.4527 amu (atomic mass units) at her home in dissolved salts. Some of us, like Hydrogen of the ocean, at 1.00784 amu, are underweight and easily lifted away from the Hemisphere's surface.  Evaporation is happening now. 

"Hey, H Dude, where are you off to?" asks nearby Oxygen.

"I'm off on a gravitational wave toward the sun," replies H. "Goodbye, O Two."

O Two chases H Dude toward space, but is blocked by ozone, O Three, who paints the sky violet with U V protective glaze.

Meanwhile, Madame Chlorine is kidnapped and locked in a refrigerant with undesirable elements. Together they break out, leaking into the stratosphere. Unintentionally, Madame Chlorine destroys 100,000 ozone molecules before she is eliminated by the law of energy conservation.

With our cosmoscope in hand, my crew and I observe the result of the ozone destruction on the Inner Hemisphere at 70 degrees latitude, a swirling hole at the pole.  Parked on this rust red ridge of Pavonis Mons, our eBikes are not as yet affected by undesirable elements. 

))))) I LIke Lycophytes (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-007.0120AT

"I like Lycophytes."     Do you?

Lycophytes are fern allies. They established the green movement 425 million years ago. Their lineage promoted the growth of leafy land plants which continue the task of climate control by absorbing carbon dioxide emissions of the Inner Hemisphere.

Beneath the skies of the Outer Hemisphere, my crew and I can observe hydrogen streaming, in a fluorescent aura, from the H2O molecules in oceans toward the sun's gravitational pull. This same solar phenomenon evaporated all the surface liquid water from many terrains during the first eon of planet formation. 

Our eBike wheels continue the task of spinning us across these leafless rust red quadrants. 

))))) Kaapse Klopse (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-002.0120AT

"Let's begin the Kaapse Klopsee celebration, mama Marhzee," shouts Alfom as he tosses mica tinsel.

Three, two. one, midnigh. My Trippplets, Ubeyou and I begin this new year tradition by singing the few words we know in the Afrik language.

"Daar kom kaapse klopse nuwe jaar.."

We dance then parade our eBikes around an ancient oasis, where streams and briny ponds dotted Gale Crater some billions of years ago, when place/time celebrated newer years.

))))) Hirondellea's Exoskeleton (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.351AT

As always. the late night light casts long shadows down the hall. Your old slippers, one size too large, shuttle you across the floorboards, like a slow sailor mopping the deck. Arriving at the threshold, where most doorways run perpendicular to the floor, you turn the glass knob halfway. It clicks open. You step into your bedroom. But it is not your bedroom.

You find yourself in a corridor that runs parallel to the door you just entered, gripping the knob to keep from falling in either direction. At one end a beam radiates to the far depths of the lower end, where the converging walls disappear into a point. Your vision adjusts to the unusual lighting, a fraction above infra red. There is a handle reaching out from    ... ... (2continue)  

))))) P REX (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.343AT

      P rex targets

      friendly enzymes- living gene or

      prehistoric king?

My Trippplets pounce to the science table for another "guess the mess" quiz. They need to identify what is on the drawing board in front of them. Could it be the pattern on wings of a Papilis rex swallowtail?  The leaf arrangement of Pedicularis rex, a plant related to lousewort?

It could be a long snout studded with horns, unmistakable skeletal remains of a stealthy Pinocchio rex, cousin to Tyrannosaurus rex.

The drawing does resemble a (P) Phosphatidylinositol 3,4,5-triphosphate dependent Rac exchanger (rex) protein code, the gene located in position 20 on the human chromosome or position 2 on a mouse's.

"Ahha, It looks to me like the wiring inside ahha eBike battery," guesses Alfeem.

))))) Cardboard Casket (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.336AT

The Allten family lift a box into their petrobott. They take a short drive across the Hempshire district to visit sister Ahhahope. At the front door Pa lets her know that there is a dead dog in the trunk. 

The family companion is put to rest in fertile ground. A moss covered rock marks the grave. Memories and sobs, along with Nova's last breaths, will cycle back into the vast Bioverse. 

      Earth scatters ash from

      the departed to heaven-

      fuel for young stars.

Years later my eBike crew collect some unusual dust from the shadow of Gale Crater. Ubeyou scans the sample with our cosmoscope.

"Marzy," he says,"this dust appears to be the remains of a Canis lupus from a distant Hemisphere.

))))) What We Are (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.333AT

      Our hearts beat as one

      yet I, black as mid night, dance

      behind this white mask.

My Trippplets are busy with their EXO home school writing assignment. Alfeem's paper is about his emergence from decaying compounds. Alfanda hums to herself "Mmmy intestinal biommme dictates what I ammm."

"I will write a review on mama Marhzee's journal," says Alfom as he pulls his CP from the eBike pouch. "Afterh all, we are what she writes." 

))))) Earth Walk (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119,330AT

     Two steps, pause... eight, nine-

     our child's first earth walk     

     advancing mankind.

My crew and I (inspired by ASIF events) step backwards into time while our eBikes charge at the rim of Gale Crater. Look, In this moment NASA's mole pounces out of its rust red burrow, unable to reach deep enough to test subsurface thermal properties.

In our first pace back to the past, we find a fossilized whale bone, We see the faces of our childhood.

     Chasing girls with his

     plastic raptor down the slide-

     jurassic playground.

The equivalency principle warps place/time. Tesla tests alternate current. Great uncles drill for crude from where oceans receded. Copernicus and Atlas move earth from the center of the Bioverse to its correct orbit.

We experience the de-evolution of hominids. Walls of the womb collapse. Cerebellums shed neurons. Creeping limbs revert to fins.Triassic cycads and the last moss retreat, land surface barren. The cambrian sea creatures lose diversity.

Our second backwards pace takes us through another billion years. Red algae and chloroplasts rule.

The blue green algae queen guides us through the remaining paces back to volcanism, snowball events, acidic methane vents, rusting oceans. Multi cell organisms devolve to procaryotic life. 

We step back to the beginning. There is no Last Universal Common Element,  proto stars in a state of accretion.

))))) Black Buyday (((((

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     Gants Magique, magic

     gloves- one price fits all, two pairs

     only a dollar.

It's true, two pairs for one. Shoppers in the dollar store find such bargains.

Yes, Inner Hemisphereans do celebrate Black Buyday, a spending tradition. Their presidenn has not as yet changed the name to White Buyday. Long lines at checkout prompt online sprees.

On the warmer slope of Olympus Mons, the five of us line up behind our cosmoscope. We take turns at the lens in hopes to observe one of you ordering some new spokes for us.

))))) Rate Your Bird (((((

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Five stars* four* three* two* one*

      Whose birthday is it?

      cake with wings- mommy tells him

      "it's turkey's birthday."

My crew and I are thankful for subsurface water pockets, edible EXO fungi, eBikes and each other. No Meleagris species to rate here on the Outer Hemisphere.  

))))) Blue Wall (((((

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     Mountain's broad shoulders

     heavy with haze- this forest

     behind a blue wall.

Trees emit isoprene to protect themselves from the stress of heat. That natural hydrocarbon, isoprene, interacts with molecules in the air creating shades of soft blue across peaks and valleys of the Brew Ridge.

However, here at Lyot Crater, these blue dunes have formed from a spectral signature of hydrated minerals which are different components from the surrounding rust red dunes. 

"Blue ahha dune minerals are not so different from components of ahha  blue eBike paint,"  stutters Alfeem.

))))) Black Walnuts (((((

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     She missed black walnut

     season again- busy with

     growing grandchildren.

Our eBike tires bounce 

across stony terrain that 

resembles cracked nuts.

))))) Imaginal Disk (((((

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     Entomologist

     sketching a chrysalis, still-

     butterflies watch her.

It becomes mushy where a caterpillar digests itself. A lost molecule disengages. 

Soon the mush organizes into imaginal cells "which transforhm into the imago, adult stage of this insect," says Alfom.

"But not without conflict. Like dying quasarhs that try to pull fresh hydrogen from youngerh stars, caterpillarh cells attempt to remain caterpillars by fighting the orhganization of imaginal disks."

Caterpillar cells are inevitably defeated.

A quasar dies.

Alfom activates our eBike charger.

A butterfly's full breath slits open its chrysalis. Liftoff.

))))) The Otic Region (((((

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"The Otic region is the size of four teardrops," explains Ubeyou during EXO home schooling.

Sadly, the size remains unchanged during its lifespan.

He continues, "In the depths of petrous temporal bone, adjacent to semi circular canals needed for balance, these Otic cells are encapsulated, from the fourteenth week of gestation until the onset of decomposition." 

"Like the cellular commmponent of our eBike batteries," remarks Alfanda.    

))))) Witch in a Wheelchair (((((

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That Witch wheels herself along a Hallow Eve timeline which begins with Celtic bonfires and pagan costumes, said to ward off ghosts of the returned dead.

Down the line she hears Anglican church bells ringing for souls lost in purgatory.

That Witch in a wheelchair follows medieval children door to door collecting soul cakes in exchange for songs to the givers' deceased relatives.

In Austria she can smell wax burning. Candles in every room guide souls back to visit their homes.

Our Witch is guided along the timeline by lanterns made of hollowed turnips.

In a churchyard she joins the risen corpses for the hideous French carnival known as Danse Macabre.

Huesos de Santo are placed on graves. Our Witch in her wheelchair tastes one of those Spanish pastries, bones of the Holy. Souls of the departed wander the earth until All Hallows Eve when they are given a chance for vengeance on their enemies. So people of the time wore masks to hide their identities.

The Scots think it important to the life cycle to celebrate and nourish the dead. Our Witch friend helps their communities place milk and meals at family graves.

That Witch in a wheelchair arrives back to the present. She wheels herself along the ramp to Haystack Observatory which is glowing like a bright pumpkin face. Our Witch looks into a special lens directed toward us on the Outer Hemisphere. She observes my eBike crew and I, disguised as headless riders, spinning our wheels along the rust red ghost dunes of Hellas basin. 

))))) REBUTTAL on the BUTTE (((((

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'Tis the Season to Debate.

New candidates are gathered on the rust red butte preparing to state their rebuttals. They all agree that the campaigns of last nigh's candidates are inadequate to defeat the Trumpernongs.

First up is Platypus. "With my bill, I will have the power to detect impulses of friends or enemies over land or deep in the seas. The electro receptors across my snout enables me to prevent gun violence by locating ammunition. and to avoid nuclear disast..."

Honey Bee buzzes in,  "I am hypersensitive to atmospheric electromagnetic waves. My detection device can sense thunderstorms as well as enemy invasion. My wings can navigate flower to flower. They can locate the polynyas where inverse rivers carry warmer waters below the ice shelves. These waters hasten the melting process from the bottom up. My ability to feel atmospheric waves will aid the climatologists in controlling global catast..."

Our candidate, Bush Elephant, interrupts, "I can offer the Emerican people a trunk full of sensors, two thousand to be precise. My fellow debaters rely on less than one thousand, and our human contemporaries have only four hundred scent receptors. My sniffing ability will eradicate the manufacturing and distribution of addictive narcotics. It will detect pollutants in the air, coral bleaching in the depths and gmo's in the fields. To preside over this nation, it is imperative to smell no evil."

"We need solutions, not detectors," hisses Serpentes, the socialist. "Being experienced in thermal radiation, my House and I will seek out problems such as chills and high fevers. We will cover the cost of recovery with tax dollars collected from the rich and given to child health care."

ZG Daqlen, disguised as a Stegosaurus, states his rebuttal, "Some of those animals are too mean (and too old). I want to play volleyball (with the people). (Together) we can make a train track. I can put down the tablecloth for apple and salsa and trick or treats."

My eBike crew and I attentively look toward Butte 'M9a.'     

 ))))) Indigenous Day (((((

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"I shall honorh, on this day and everh afterh, all that is indigenous in ourh Silky Way..."

Alfom practices his speech. The distinct rh accent softens his words.

"...all that is indigenous in ourh Silky Way, to include cyanobacteria native to young planetoids, as well as microbes native to Dashville trash cans where local bearhs look for snacks; 

to include the rhust rhed terrain of Oxia Planum and rhare elements such as Indium that is indigenous to the moon; 

to include the Waorhani tribe of Amazonia whose language is a linguistic isolate, not rhelated to any known native tongue; 

the yodeling Baka pygmies of Baki who often communicate celebration by drumming on liquid riverh waterh.

... and finally to include all Hemisphereans who maintain eBikes within theirh native territorhies."

Happy Indigenous Day.   

))))) Pyramid Of Boughs (((((

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No branches bow here on the Outer Hemisphere. 

Our eBike tires have not run across any petrified wood. We have found no clue that plants with trunks survived on these rust red slopes.

Of course tree trunks are a common phenomenon on the Inner Hemi. Look, your neighbor is pruning her foothill pines. She stacks the branches higher than arms can reach.., Pyramid of Boughs.

))))) Planet Of The Grapes (((((

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After a day of geologic discoveries, we set up camp on an iron oxide bed. Our fungus ferment contains the daily nutriment requirements. The meal is tasty, but I crave dessert. Some sort of sweet fruit... well, I do have one vial of liquid Vitis somewhere in my eBike pouch. Oh, where is it?

"Fom, please help me find a small glass container at the bottom of my pouch," I say.

Alfom finds the vial. The five of us take five slow satisfying sips.

I tell my crew about the history of this Vitis.

"The native people east and west of the Piedmont province harvested dark wild muscadines many millennia BT (Before Tesla). They developed the Mother Vine that produced a copper colored variety. 

During the first ceremonial harvest, the new muscadine grapes were given the name Scuppernongs.

The Mother Vine reproduced across the Piedmont, from where I stalked those copper tone muscadines and infused them into a Vitis vial before eBike Bokka jumped me to the Outer Hemisphere from the Planet of the Grapes..  

))))) Purple Pearls (((((

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Spin. Brake. Spin.

My crew and I are circling the base of Mount Sharp on a geologic expedition. We pass the orange colored rocks of the Murray formation. On the rise above us are the Clay unit and the rounded hill of the Sulfate unit.

"Look" "down" "there," shout the Trippplets all at once.

In a small ravine below us they spot smooth dark pebbles.

Ubeyou dismounts his eBike, examines the pebbles with his cosmoscope and tells us, "These pebbles contain the compound hematite and their rounded shape is due to erosion from the river that ran through the ravine billions of years ago."

He takes a few of them to add to his rock collection and decides to name the samples "Purple Pearls." 

Alfom, Alfeem and Alfanda love the way the words stick to their lips. "Purple Pearls." "Purple Pearls." "Purple Pearls."

))))) 3-2-1 Contact (((((

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Do you feel that twizzle?

I feel it across my shoulders at this CP keyboard, sitting here at the base of Elysium Mons.

The twizzling sensation comes from electromagnetic waves. If you and your communication apparatus live on the Inner Hemisphere, the source of the twizzle is likely from 2.4 GHz WiFi frequency bands, which means over two billion pulses per second are speeding out the transmission equipment toward everything in its spherical path. These waves' lengths average four inches across from crest to crest. They pass through windows, walls and bone. There is no proof that a twizzle can cause structural damage, nor effect eBike functioning ; however, overexposure could interfere with DNA replication. 

3-2-1- Contact, the twizzles reach into your skin. 

))))) Ch or Ph, Which Came First? (((((

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The chemist, showing off his atom, says Chemistry (Ch) is the composition of all things in place/time.

The physicist, shooting some neutrons into the accelerator, insists, "Physics (Ph) came first, since particles in the early Bioverse had no chemistry. They were not arranged into atoms at that time."

The Mathematician, with an eraser at hand, argues that Math is what moves place/time, and what accelerates your eBike.

Which do you think came first?

 Alfanda responds (in her mmm accent) with an air of certainty. "Look, I ammm folding a two dimmmensional sheet of paper in consistent angles, over and under, again and again... until the folded paper practically disappears into a singularity. Now I ammm turning all the folds inside out, an expanding three dimmmensional  mmmodel of the early Bioverse. So as you can see, neither Ch nor Ph came first. It was Or."  -Origami-  

))))) Critical Immensity (((((

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Ahha...  / *// *// *// *//* //* /  X ------- u

That is our basic pattern to sew a sector of the Bioverse.

What you need: proton buttons,  

dark place/time fabric that can bend and stretch, 

giant sheers, photon thread

and a curved needle. 

The immensity of the Bioverse is formed by sheering the place/time material into six equal pieces, one square yard each.  

Then sew one proton button anywhere onto each of the square yards.

With the unlimited supply of photon thread, use the needle to attach all sides of the square yards together. This should look like an immense cube of dark sugar. (This immensity, one cubic yard, is the balanced state of the buttons, where the place/time fabric will neither stretch apart nor pull the buttons closer together. Multiplying that cubic yard by the number of yards in all of place/time represents the total immensity of the critical immensity of the Bioverse.)

Attach a long photon string to any one of the eight corners of the fabric cube. 

Tie the other end of the string to the back of your eBike.

Rev its motor. 

Accelerate until the place/time fabric stretches, increasing in size to larger than a cubic yard. It will feel like you are flying a kite. The size of the kite expands because of the flexible fabric reacting to your high speed/acceleration. The buttons become farther apart and the distance between them keeps increasing until the end of place/time.

Now put on the eBike brakes to a complete stop, so that the cube of fabric decreases in size and the proton buttons become closer together as the weave of the fabric tightens against itself. In this scenario the fabric eventually collapses to zero square yards and the buttons annihilate each other like colliding stars.

"Mama, can we take ahha lunch break now that our critical immensity is ahha stitched together?" Alfeem asks.

"Of course we can, Feem dear," I reply.

As my crew enjoys their meal in the crater's rust red shadow, I read to them a selection from the Looss Leef files:

LUNCH WITH A LYNX 

another Link Story by

~L E SOODAK~ (not Seuss or Sendak)

               ((Page 2))

Ten little lambs with nine chubby hares

together hop up the restaurant stairs.

They order fish eggs over crinkle cut beets.

They wash their woolly paws before they eat.

          v v ((Page 3)) v v

Eight lumpy toads and seven catfish sit

outdoors in a puddle near the barbecue pit.

The toads can smell the smoke 

rising high above the hills.

Together they wait for the wings to grill.

          ((Keep Reading v v))

For six daddy long legs five wings are left over.

Together at the booth 

each wants to taste the others.

A server wipes the table.

Daddy long legs scatter.

Some end up upside down

on that large dessert platter.

              ((Page 5))

Four thirsty camels with three fussy goats

together share dessert, some ice cream floats.

Goats chomp the waxy cups

spilling all the drinks.

These animals enjoy their lunch,

waiting for their friend, the lynx.

               ((Page 6))

The two of us and one hungry lynx

together ride the bus with a tail light that blinks.

We get off at the restaurant 

to meet some friends at noon.

Our lynx likes lamb for lunch.

We'll order veggie stew.

        ((Does this story end?))

Just one lynx with the two of us,

three goats and four camels bite the crust.

Five bony wings sit with six long legs,

seven fish, eight toads and nine friends more.

Each of them tell us this lunchtime story:

                  ((Page 1))

Ten little lambs with nine chubby hares

together hop up the restaurant stairs.

They order fish eggs over crinkle cut beets.

They wash their woolly paws

then turn back to read page three.

      (go to > > ((Page 3)) < <) ^ ^ ^ 

))))) Frustrated Magnet (((((

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Charge. Link. Twist.

"If we can twist this magnetic field anotherh rhotational degree," explains Alfom, "it would give the rhoom needed to be tied into a knot."

We are experimenting with particles that could increase eBike battery efficiency and that have potential applications in electron spintronics. But Alfom cannot control his frustrated magnet, called a skyrmion by some mathematical physicists.

"Try using an optical vortex beam to control your magnetic field, Fom," I suggest.

He tries the beam. It does not knot his skyrmion which keeps untying itself to remain stable.

Disorder and magnetic conflict among inter atomic forces can lead to complexity.

To avoid complex frustration, I suggest that we discontinue this field experiment. 

))))) Child's Vortex (((((

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Something is missing,

without a trace, from one deep mid Alantic low flux hydrothermal vent. What is missing is the reduced compound that produces diversity in high flux rocky vent chimneys. Fortunately, a nearby chimney is profusely streaming (high flux) high temp water. It's cross flow with the low flux hydrothermal vent sheds a vortex between them, which increases dispersal of compounds,  

like the vortex in a child's pool: flux, splash, drain. whirl.   

))))) First Natal Bash (((((

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Age is arbitrary,

a whimsical numeric system to gauge existence. Sister Zelly commemorates her age by accepting the gift of balance. As she stands for the first time, her smile reaches beyond the Inner Hemisphere.

At the Gap we share in Zelly's joy, manifested on the face of our moon Phobos. My crew and I watch its crescent rise, after which we have a bash: over inflating old eBike tubes (doughnut shaped balloons), carelessly doing wheelies and slurping enough magma tea to gas up our bellies.   

"Ahha Happy Moonbeams to you, Zelly," sings Alfeem across the vast corridor of place/time.

He does not realize that it could take five years for his song to reach her.

Phobos sets. We settle into our sleepouches and look up through the skylight of our geodesic tent, imagining a young constellation Zelly standing next to aged Orion. 

))))) Sleepy Gap (((((

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"I seem you, Marzy."

Wha-what. I must be dreaming. 

The arm around me is rugged yet comforting and as dark as mine. It's Ubeyou's arm, of course.

"Marzy, are you awake?" he asks.

Under the pressurized geodesic tent, we can remove our protective gear during sleep time. So voices, as well as skin textures, resonate clearly.

"Marzy?"

"Yes, I'm listening," I respond.

"I hope for you to realize my feelings, but with all the eBike exploration and EXO homeschooling for the Trippplets, it hasn't been feasible," explains Ubeyou.

I pinch myself then look over to Fom, Feem and Fanda. They are snoring, tucked snugly into their sleepouch.

Ubeyou sets his eyelids onto my forehead and whispers, "Marzy, you do so much. You led us up the steep slope from L Rock to Sleepy Gap.You oversee your grandchildren in Dasheville. You established the Intergalactic Rhythm Exchange. You practice your SARPing (Seasonal Annoyances RePurposed). Calm yourself now so that I can sensitize you."

And he does.

))))) Surf the Sun ((((( 

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Another Solar Success:

BriteBoard 2 is officially surfing on sunlight. It can reach a higher orbital altitude without the standard mineral based fuel, but with propulsion by photons. 

The Board is based on a design by Marzy and her eBike crew. To order yours, contact the crew on the Outer Hemisphere by emul.  

))))) Loquacity Rock (((((

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"How old are you?"

"I am 450 thousand millennia," replies the Rock.

"Whoa, that's superh old," says Alfom, "when the Outerh Hemisphere starhted to cool."

"I was softer at that time, with changing features." says the Rock.

"Tell us yourh story, Rhock," Alfom pleads.

The Rock hesitates, then talks again. "My story begins in this volcanic quadrant, during the first eruption in our sol system. Touch me. It's obvious that I'm mafic (basalt), not felsic (granite). I was ejected with lava and ash. Since then my friends, Erosion and Wind, have spread specks of my olivine to distant celestial bodies. In return, Rocks from other hemispheres spread their mineral dust to our quadrant."

Alfom touches the basalt.

"Each one of us," continues the Rock, "is unique but made up of components similar to mine: elements such as carbon which contain atoms such as  those in chondrite meteorites which contain heated protons that house subatomic particles like quarks with their companions, the waves, that were derived from energetic oscillons that followed inflatons expanding at speeds of light resulting from the Cosmic Bing, the dimension where positrons and neutrinos evolved. For example, the pyroxene in my structure is composed of sodium, calcium, magnesium, iron... like what's in your biological structure."

"Like the components of ourh eBikes," shouts Alfom. 

"So you see," concludes the Rock, "my story is very much the same as yours." 

))))) Rock Nest (((((

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"That's the arommma of green!" Alfanda exclaims, with her nose exploring every direction.

"Yes, Fanda dear," I reply. "It's the beneficial byproduct of ecosynthesis."

Since the completion of the SuS Populus project, green rays have been drifting throughout the sol system, with their unmistakable fresh fragrance able to sequester harmful gamma rays, temporarily.

Alfanda positions the moonbeam collector to charge our eBike batteries. Then she scans Rock Nest with our cosmoscope discovering tephra ash, magma crystals and other debris with chemical compositions matching volcanic sites of Hawaii. 

The rest of my crew sets up base camp 3, pondering. Suppose the tharsis quadrant becomes seismically active again. After all, there is some heat still trapped below this rust red mantle. If Olympus Mons erupted, it could spew enough ash to cover the Outer Hemisphere, which could create a temperate climate, a home for more green, the fragrance of mint, ramps sprouting through moss...

"Let's drop an explosive into one of these lava tubes," says Alfanda. "so that an eruption can terraformmm all of Rock Nest."  

))))) SuS (((((

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Dig. Dig. Plonk...

Dirty hands plant treelets across Thiopia as part of a galactic wide effort to revitalize ecosystems on planets and their ozones.

My eBike crew and I are supporters of SuS, Sustain ur Saplings. Although no habitat remains for saplings here at Gale Crater, we can participate by tallying the number of trees planted. So far, 300 million in 12 hours are rooted, including k'wara (lucky bean trees) and other indigenous species.

Beyond the borders of Thiopia, Wangari removes excess greenhouse gases from land and seas by sustaining Afriq woodlands. 

Along the Brew Ridge, families dig up saplings before lawn mowers destroy them. Tulip poplar, with its high sap content, and other Salicaceae are transplanted out of harm's way, More neighborhood trees provide more habitat for winged creatures, such as the yellow bellied sapsucker, and extend habitat for shade dwellers.  

The color green shall be visible to hemispheres across the Silky Way.

))))) Oceans Eve (((((

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The science scene is set.

Our zero gravity grandchildren hover to bed.

Spinners, joggers, drivers and divers, from diverse regions of the Silky Way, converge onto the Inner Hemisphere, Osher 206, for the  Oceans 4 meetup.

Our GASFAB coordinator is to introduce authors and titles. Members make their preparations for the dive. Two marine flyers, survivors of the BP oil spill, land on the wide window sill to perch for the evening. Three ramblers from the Ursidae family glance inside on their way to the campus landfill receptacles. One fisher, who ignores catch quotas, reluctantly takes a seat in the back. Marzy and her crew attend via cosmosonar to the Outer Hemi.

A review of this event, which follows, is sponsored by eBike2mars.com.

"This evening's discussion topics are the state of the oceans, the fate of marine wildlife and octopus sensuality.  ... Athena's suckers can feel a low frequency rumbling of the subsurface mountain range near her seabed. The sensation tickles. She loves the smells of fresh surf. Playful colors and textures gleam across her tentacles grabbing a snack. Solitary life suits her, as the bustle of companionship could attract predators. 

Without prior notice, during a gulf excursion, our content Octopoda is relocated to a pickle barrel near the cape.

Some of the Oceans 4 attendees agree that the book is more about a study of the author and her psychological interpretations of Athena's behavior, not about marine biology; nonetheless, an engaging narrative, especially when mother octopus tenderly caresses her fertile (or infertile) strands of eggs, rearranging them for months. Fortunately, all the octopuses mentioned in the book are transported from their homesteads to tanks at 1 Central Wharf before the invasion of jellyfish. before the bleaching of coral due to agricultural nitrogen, before land parasites infect sea lions, before styrofoam begins to clog fishes' arteries, before the tortoises consume baggies mistaking them for prey and before the capturing of krill that are the foundation for marine life. Those little shrimp graze on algae growing from the bottom side of sea ice.  Acidification of the oceans from CO2 imbalance is an ongoing problem as are the fisheries that hunger for profit.

What are the solutions?

Repurpose trawlers to drag out pollutants.

Create a refuge for sea life such as the Tierra del Fuego Underwater Reserve.

Keep mangroves under guard.

Eat more beefsteak tomatoes, less seafood. 

Promote international cooperation that follows the 30/30 proposal.

Collect debris at county sanitation stations before they runoff into streams.

Take an eBike, not a taxi.

Follow the kelp byways.

Change the color of roads to white.

Engineer rooftop gardens.

Fish farm? No, feed requirements unsustainable.

Vote for Prohibition on Plastics.

Ask your local octopuses for feedback on how to revitalize the depths and shallows. After all, their nervous systems are able to sense impending catastrophe, having a supraoesophageal mass, magnocellular lobe, olfactory lobe and thirty others; whereas our brains consist of only four lobes.

Be 95% skeptical yet remain environmentally sensitive.

Salute to scientists and to book club members who put these efforts into restoring marine ecosystems."  

Have a great Oceans Eve.  

))))) Shortoff Ridge (((((

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- Foothills Equestrian Farmers Market -

If you ride along the foot of the Apalachian escarpment Saturdays, you can dismount there to savor Mark's yellow loaves of spelt, stacks of crisp apples, spicy red peppers and the whitest most dense yogurt in the Silky Way. Look, Daqlen and sister Zelly are snacking on fresh fruit from the fig family's booth. They take a stroll with Meeda to the old railroad station where the Pacolet passenger car is on display. 

You gallop your groceries home as do other equestrians. In the distance Tryon Peak shines with its collection of cell towers. Over the horizon, Shortoff Ridge leads to higher elevations, the Craggy Pinnacle, Potato Dome and Upper Toe Creek that dashes toward Deep Gap. Elisha's mountain overlooks the entire eastern divide, including  Hempshire Lake at a higher latitude but lower altitude, where your friend Teve gathers wild blueberries.

- Outer Hemispherean Mons -

If you ride along the foot of Elysium Mons, you cannot be on your horse. No grazers are able to survive there. You can, however, savor the delights of eBike travel across Rusty Red Ridge that leads to higher elevations, Mount Sharp, the Cool Dome and dry remnants of creeks that dash toward Jezero Crater at a higher latitude but lower altitude, where the spinning crew gathers extremophilic fungi. 

"Welcome to our Hemisphere." I shout.

"Thanks for having me here, Marzy," you reply.    

))))) Shoesoff Crossing (((((

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"Take off your shoes," I demand.

"But, mmMama, our ..."

I interrupt Alfanda, "No need to worry about feet, Our mica shielded socks will protect us."

The terrain at Shoesoff is similar to Carcross Desert (smallest desert in the Sol System) in the Ukon district of the Inner Hemi. The geological  environment is fragile there, and here, so my crew and I remove our footgear and walk the eBikes across this sector of the Tharsis quadrant.

To pass the time during the crossing, I tell the story about Zell's shoes:

      SHOE STORY

My sister Zelly loves her shoes. All of them. 

Everyone's.

Today she's wearing baby blue.

Her little fingers pull the tie until the knot's undone.

Across the floor my sister rolls to tackle cousin's Joggs.

She reaches toward the rocking chair 

to pull off grandma's clogs.

In the closet, sneakers, ballet flats 

and one lonely sandal

all stand in place.

Zell touches them fondly. Her eyes become weary.

She slips into dads slippers

face down, falls asleep, 

then fearlessly creepwalks to the east of Erie.

The mud there's too deep for a day trip from shore.

So her slippers crawl left at the crosswalk next door.

Strapless stilettos stride off that curb.

Hand woven giveh worn out by a Kurd

step onto a shuttle that runs to Iran

where tourists wear flip flops on deep desert sand.

Zell follows the giveh. 

She crawls where the soles are,

watching her world as it paces afar.       ...  

))))) Teribe Tributary (((((

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"Let's build ahha dam here," says Alfeem as we spin along Melas Chasma.

"There hasn't been any runoff from those layered deposits for eons," I tell him. He ignores me.

"Ubeyou, please ahha help me with the engineering," Alfeem continues. "We will model it after the Byonic ahha hydroelectric dam of the Teribe River's tributary, except we won't be using ahha thrust of liquid water to power it."

Ubeyou and Alfeem pull chunks of rust red sedimentary rock down from both walls of the chasma. There is a natural foundation on the floor of Melas, They stack the boulders precisely, like experienced dam builders, completing the project before dusk.

Meanwhile, on the Inner Hemisphere, students chart their findings about the ecological effects of the Byonic Dam to the surrounding wilderness. But the Naso king halts their research before the total EPT percentage is calculated..EPT are insect invertebrates that can gauge toxicity, spending most of their life in water. This means that neither the king nor his tribe, nor the students, nor my crew on the Outer Hemisphere, can determine an accurate census of the EPT population in the Teribe area river beds downstream of the Byonic. 

Alfeem's Dam is not hydroelectric.

"My dam catches ahha naturally occurring draft in the long steep chasma." explains Alfeem, "Thrust of drafts against ahha hyperbolic dam structure can turn ahha small turbine to charge our eBikes."   ... Eco Safe Power.          

 ))))) Moon Stalker (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.191AT

Scribble, scramble,

my high gear is locked.

Doodle, dabble,

my writing is blocked.

Your poodle piddles on this site.

No words of mine come true tonight.

"Are you writing anotherh storhy, mama Marhzee?" Alfom asks me.

"Yes, Fom, I'll read it later. After you finish your flight history assignment," I reply.

He shows me his notes. They are well organized. i am proud of him.

Alfom's notes;

flying machine patent year 0003AT after brothers build 300 bicycles and battery charger for air travel

first flight distance 852 sp, 59 seconds off ground

aerospace age: warped wing design on Wright flyer, 

elliptic wing Spitfire, 

Dreamliner- composite flexible wing 

Blackbird's stealthy wings, speed record

Sputnik- battery discharges after 3 weeks, 1400 total orbits

Shepherd 116 vertically in Freedom 7 craft

Valentina- first woman in space

Marzy- first spinner to Outer Hemisphere

multi stage rocket by Goddard

Asaph, a moon stalker, discovers Phobos, he names crater Stickney, after his wife.

First Earthrise on lunar horizon from orbiter's window

computer alarm 1202 buzzes at Aldrin

Armstrong tests space boots at low solar angle

"I wonderh what it sounds like when space boots step onto lunarh terrain, with all the buzz from the computer alarm," says Alfom.

"It's like this," I tell him as my pen sketches sound patterns of the Apollo module and crew at Sea of Quangtrility.

[If you are using a small device, rotate it sideways to continue]

     1    2    3    4    5    1    2    3    4    5 +    

     x    x x     x x    x     x    x x    x x               Call to begin

     B   B  BB    n n    BB   B  BB            B      Bass drum

     1    2    3    4    5    1    2    3    4    5 +  

     b    b    b b    b    b  b    b     b b   b    b      Bell

     B T T B s B s T B T B T T B s B                Djembe

     1     2    3    4    5    1     2    3    4    5 +

            hihhihihhihihhihihhihihhihi                   Sabar drum 

      V   V n V n    n V n V   V n V n    n V n      Shakaree

      1    2    3    4    5    1    2    3    4    5 +         

      x    x x     x x    x x     x x    x x     x x           wood Block 

      H   k k H    k k k k  H    k k H k     k k k       Talking drum 

      1    2    3    4    5    1     2    3    4    5             and hand drums

      n    B      B    B       n     B      B    B             mid Bass drum

      extra instruments follow Talking drum part

x= any strike or tap

B= open sound with stick on base drum

n= muff tone with stick

b= strike on bell

T B s= tone bass slap on hand drum

h = fingers strike,  i = stick strikes  Sabar

V= shaker down to strike leg

n= shaker up to strike palm

H K= improvisational talking to the specified beat

H k= any 2 tones of other instruments

[You can rotate your device back to vertical]. 

))))) Galactic Independence (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.185AT

"Why are you crying, mmMama?" Alfanda asks.

I feel the weight of the Bioverse on my eyelids. In my cornea I can feel bursts of star forming dust and debris that originate from the slit in NGC 1291, a ringed galaxy 33 million lightyears away. Why this sadness?

"Why?"

"Because nobody reads my stories," I reply.

"But Alfomm and Alfeemmm and I love your stories," says Alfanda. "Let's celebrate the Silky Way's Independence (from the Supercluster) with one of your stories."

After some hesitation, I agree and begin;

    ONE CHUNKY SKUNK 

One chunky skunk runs a bicycle store.

He orders some chains, new tubes and more.

"Come in," calls the skunk. 

He opens the door

for a she mouse who sneaks away.

Wherefore? I know, but will not say.

That mouse sneaks past the store today

where bicycles are on display.

She meets a herd of kids who bray,

"We cannot graze on bikes." Therefore,

they pay next door for sweetened hay.

Those kids who bray meet Mr Buck

who delivers the mail

on his bike, not a truck.

He passes a roost of hens who cluck 

"Is your helmet safe?" 

"Are your antlers secure?"

Mr Buck feels quite unsure.

To the bike store I stride. I ask Mr Skunk, 

"Why are there not any shoppers inside?" 

He replies, "The girls and boys are tired. 

Besides, they really don't want

any shiny new bikes

from a chunky black skunk

with a long smelly stripe."

He decides to disguise himself as a mink. 

Indeed, what a clever endeavor, methinks.

Next day his door swings open wide. 

It's a stealthy lynx who strides inside.

"Where is Mr Skunk?  Has he gone for a ride?"

Miss Lynx wants to buy 

a custom solar bike.

The mink sneaks out. He takes a short hike

and returns as himself, 

one chunky skunk. Wherefore,

I will not utter one word more  

about all the window shoppers 

who stride inside that store.

You can see for yourself.

The mouse buys a small chain, 

a safe helmet for Mr Buck. 

Bike gear for the rain

is what the wet hens get. 

Miss Lynx gives Mr Skunk a hug.

He winks at her. He shrugs to the kids

who plan to ride away midday

on charged electric bikes, brand new. 

They pack the pump but chew their tubes. 

 ))))) Ozone Gorge (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119,184AT

This cascade drops 180 degrees from the rim into the pool,

but there is no water. There are, however, incredible formations etched onto that rust red wall, like the treads of eBike tires. Ozone Gorge, over the eons, lost its flow.

If you listen closely you can hear its echo, 

"I hear ahha liquid flowing," whispers Alfeem.

"That flowing echo is subsurface water dripping below us, inside a carbonate cavern, all that is left of those glorious falls that once raced into an ever deep pristine pool," I explain to my Trippplets.

We depart the gorge and spin toward the next meridian. Ubeyou, in the lead, reminds us that there is no longer stratospheric ozone protecting the Outer Hemisphere, dissipating billions of years ago. As the surface cooled, it lost its magnetic field whereby solar wind could strip away the the ozone that remained.

Suddenly Ubeyou brakes. Bokka's front fender scrapes into Ubeyou's rear. The way is blocked by a midden with a large banner across the entry:

- Godfrey Sign Cemetery - 

"This could be ahha sequester station for the galaxy's ahha discarded signs," Alfeem remarks.

We scan the site with our cosmoscope:

  [ The Expositor ]  [ Hill Restricts View ]

[ Mean Creek ]  [ Handlebar Highway ]

  [ Flea Land ]   [ Obey River ]

[ Summer is Served ] [ Pilot ]

  [ On Tap ]    [ Thirsty Thursday ]

[ Custom Wraps ]

        [ We Raised the Bar ]

  [ Fragrant Mushroom Gallery ]

[Hurricane Espresso ]  [ Pipe Dr ]

[ Lick Skillet Farm ] [ Whey Station ]

      [ Angus Drain Cleaning ]

    [ John Deere ]

[ Ditty Unincorporated ]

  [ Your future is Here ]

road salt silo, for sale- rolled hay

[ Luv my Airstream ] 

          [Singing Hills Wy }

    [ Rebuildable Wrecks ]

[ Twin Arches 6 Mi ]

    [ Cotton Eye Joes ]

[ Better Stone - Hinkle Diamonds]

[ Injured? Call the Hammer ]

     [ Big Bear Built That ]

  [ Express Ministry ]

         [ Convert to KUB Gas ]

[ Overdose? I died so you can live ]

[ Guntown - Shoot Point Blank ]

    [ Pistol   aptist Church ]

             [   od Loves You ]

            [ Good Pasture Rd ]

  [ Buttermilk Springs ]

         [ Blasting Zone ]

   [ Barren County ] 

                 [ Volunteer Beer ]

          [ Mammoth Distillery ]

        [ Forbidden Cavern ]

      [ Southern Boom Fireworks ]

[ Celebrate Our National Caves ]

))))) Co Moving Horizon (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.179AT

Far red. Deep violet. 

The Mantis shrimp can perceive a wide range of light wavelengths, more than any other creature in the Silky Way.

  n=f of tsub o x dt'/(t')'  a(t)Hp(t)

  n(t sub o)= 11.48X10^18  

  a(t sub o)=1 at present.

  Hp(to)=cno=14.4Gcp

With acute eyesight. this shrimp is likely calculating coformal time, the number of lightyears it takes a photon to travel from our location to the furthest observable distance in a non expanding Bioverse.

"Not calculating timmme, mmMama," Alfanda says to me. "The shrimmmp's collection of photoreceptors, which can detect distances, is setting a course toward the boundary between the observable and the unobservable. But the shrimmmp punctures an eBike tire, delaying arrival to the co mmmoving horizon." 

))))) BAO Celebration (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.170AT

Jopiter rises. Its dark icy moon rumbles, a song that shocks the Silky Way. And wakes my eBike family camped at Tharsis.

The resonance is able to brew matter in a single bound, which interferes with the BAO.

(BAO, Baryon acoustic oscillation, is a measurement that keeps cosmologists calculating the distance that acoustic waves of primordial plasma traveled before the plasma cooled to become neutral atoms. This length is approximately 490 million light years in today's Bioverse.)

Suddenly the moontones change, harmonizing with the BAO acoustic waves:

"Happy Moontones to you.

Some plasma sings too.

Happy Moontones dear Camlin.

This moonshine's for you.

14Gyr-0119.171AT

"Mama Marhzee, tell me the story about Baryonic matter," mumbles Alfom in his sleep. 

Jopiter shines solemnly on his restless face this midnigh.

I begin, "Three little quarks, two facing up and one facing down, wriggle on a proton mattress.  Their pillow, stuffed with gluons, keeps the quarks comfortably together for billions of years.. until.. their old mattress smashes into another mattress, like super energetic smashing pumpkins. Now anything can happen to these six little quarks and their bed mates, the anti/quasi particles."

"Oh hum," Alfom snores. He continues sleep talking. "I get it. A mattress proton (or neutron), with three quarhks and their bed mates, are the baryonic matterh. And the mattresses containing two quarhks are leptons or some other parhticle. After an explosive smash, the parthicles reorganize to become bosons or they decay, like an old pumpkin, to become young neutrinos and associates (muons, antimatterh, undetectable energy). Now, Mama Marhzee, please tell me a real bedtime story."

I do, titled

ONE SLEEPY LYNX

by          L E Soodak  

One sleepy lynx leaps into bed. 

She puffs the pillow under her head.

"Grunt." calls the lynx out the bedroom door,

waving good night to her friend, a boar.

That sleepy boar grunts in the bed.

He puffs the pillow under his head.

"Growl," calls the boar from his bunk in the pen,

waving goodnight to his black bear friend.

That sleepy black bear growls to the bed.

She puffs the pillow under her head.

"Hoppity flop," calls the bear in her den,

waving good night to her gray haired friend.

That old gray hare he flops into bed.

He puffs the pillow under his head.

"Neigh, sleep tight," calls the old gray hare,

waving good night to his friend, a mare.

That young brown mare she neighs to the bed.

She puffs the pillow under her head.

"Ribbit in the pond," calls the young brown mare,

waving good night to her green friend there.

That sleepy green frog ribbits to the bed.

He puffs the pillow under his head.

"Gribble," calls the frog from the pond's deep end,

waving goodnight to his peacock friend.

That sleepy peacock gribbles to the bed.

He puffs the pillow under his head.

"Slosh," calls the peacock, cuddled with his hen,

waving good night to his octopus friend.

Slimy tentacles slosh to the bed.

They puff the pillow under your head.

"Blanket," calls the octopus. She turns red from blue,

waving good night to her special friend, you.

You pull your yellow blanket over the bed.

The pillow is puffy under your head. 

"Milk," you call to a goat who winks,

waving good night. He pours the drinks.

That sleepy goat sips milk with you in bed.

He eats the pillow under your head.

"Leap," calls the goat. Twice more he winks,

waving good night to our friend, the lynx.

{ now we turn back to the beginning of the story ^ ^ when the lynx leaps into bed ^ ^ and keep reading until we fall asleep }

))))) Massless Or Not (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.160AT

Shhh.. "Does a secret have mass?" I ask my Trippplets 

There is a secret lake beneath the Namid Desert, not unlike the subsurface waters hidden from me and my eBike family as we spin across the Outer Hemisphere.

"Well, beforhe the secret is rhevealed, it has no mass," says Alfom.

The algorithm that stitches together the image of the cosmos, think about whether or not it has mass.

We cross rust red ridges of Valles Marineris from point A to point B.

Points have no dimension, geometrically speaking, yet Preons, point particles within Quarks, are more forceful than a bushel of secrets, massless or not.

))))) All Oceans Day (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119,159AT

"Ahhummmrh mmrh," the soft breath of your grandchild snoring in a dreamworld of four hearted hagfish and of octopuses with tentacles hugging them and suckers tasting them. Chromatophores, the pigment cells controlled by muscles, can change an octobody from berry pink to chocolate polka dots during a restful nap.

"Hmmrh," whispers a gentle wave in calm water, no storms today in the South Alantic.

"Ahhummrh" mutters the shifting rust red sand on the Outer Hemisphere, as our eBikes spin along the dry shoreline of Deuteronilus Ocean.  

))))) Crossbreeze (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.158AT

Not parallel to my course toward Jezero Crater, this crossbreeze takes me spinning to Crossbreeze, the place where Gramma stays. I meetup with my actual family there, leaving my virtual crew waiting for me at the crater. 

We visit with Gramma then head to the Peninsula's littoral zone. Daqlen practices his zero gravity training as he presses against incoming surf (after the explosion in his training pants.) Sister Kwelly samples the salty seashells. Camlin and Herin take a romantic moment on a bare branch at Driftwood Beach. 

The electromagnetic breeze crosses over our skin.     

))))) Radiation Exchange (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.151AT

An exiton escapes solar plasma and finds its way to the Frump district where it is taxed 25%.

This quasiparticle is accompanied by photons which bring 340 watts per square meter of energy to the Inner Hemisphere.

That radiation also must pay the Frumpers.

Here in the Chasma sector my crew encourages free radiation exchange to charge eBike batteries, as solar particles find their way to the Outer Hemisphere.

))))) Brittle Deformation (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.139AT

We are in Ius Chasma.

This stratified rust red terrain looks as if it was pulled apart.

Alfeem finds some chasmatic rocks that fit together.

"Ahha," he says, "I'm working on ahha geologic puzzle."

The rock pieces resemble axles, bolts and racks. He could just as well be assembling an eBike.

))))) Pre Solar Dust (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.124AT

"Eeek," screams Alfanda.

The ground leaps up at us, Palikir Crater quivering, our eBikes rattling. 

"It's only a meteorite," I assure my crew.

Upon analyzing the meteorite we find an unusual granule, stardust from a nova that imploded five billion years ago.

Presolar.

))))) First Form (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.119AT

"Atom."

No reply.

"Atom?"

Nothing.

ATOM !

"Here I am."

"Me too."

"On my way," shouts another.

Overwhelming response .. more than one atom converge at the same place/time.

"Oo."  "Ouch.  Wow wee." ..

.. the unlikely union of a noble helium atom and haphazard proton..  Welcome HeH+, Helium Hydride, the first molecule in the Bioverse, forming one hundred thousand years after the Big Bing.

Now, fourteen billion years later on the slope of Mount Sharp, my eBike crew aims our cosmoscope towards an ultra infrared glow interlaced in the planetary nebula NGC7027 three thousand lightyears away.  I look into the lens.

"It's a helium hydride cluster." I shout.

Welcome to the Silky Way, descendants of the first molecule. 

))))) P A H s (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.094AT

"Look, Fom," shouts Alfeem. "Those ahha  galactic dust clouds fluoresce when ahha...     

"Feem, Don't Interhupt me now...     ...(2continue)  

))))) Gobular Cluster (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.090AT

updowndownupantistrangengcdf04schwalbe

Ah, the rumble of decaying nucleons in a diffuse gobular galaxy sounds like our eBike tires rotating as my crew and I spin toward Palikir Crater.

"mmMama, can you tell mmme whether a pentaquark particle is considered to be a cluster of quarks?" Alfanda asks.

"Well, Fanda dear, with a lifespan of only 10^-20 of a second and a diameter of 22 MeV, I would consider it a non-appearing miniscule gob," I reply.

))))) Hemipterans (((((

eBike2mars 14gyr-0119.084 AT

Inner Hemispheric Hemipterans swarm at the trailhead of Black Mountain Crest. One of them bounces into a toothwort mustard leaf unfurling near stonecrops. This mishap takes that insect careening up the trail at one nanometer per atto second. After tunneling through the trunk of a budding buckeye tree, our hemipteran friend crosses the entire crest.

Where next?  The hemipteran drops onto the sand at Pawley Island, momentarily. There, six moonth old  Kwelly rides the waves with her eyes while brother Daq chases gulls. The solar wind carries our insect friend from that beach toward the Outer Hemisphere.

Meanwhile.. my eBike family is pitching our geodesic tent on the rust red sandy shore of a dry ancient seabed.

"Marzy." Ubeyou shouts, pointing toward the Vera Rubin crest near Mount Sharp. "That looks like a Hemipepsis wasp riding a solar wave."

Not a Hemipteran fly?  

))))) CME (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.079 AT

Let's predict the trajectory of that CME, Coronal Mass Ejection (a release of magnetic fields with plasma from our Sun, often displaying auroras), during this full moon at equinox.

Does that CME bend space/time? Can it interfere with the signal to our eBike battery? 

"Let's try F=ma, Mama Marhzee, to calculate interhference" suggests Alfom, "or..

Guv=(8pi)Tuv."

How do I find the pi on this keyboard?

))))) White Gravity (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0119.041 AT

"Mama Marhzee, we missed you. Wherhe have you been?" Alfom asks.

"On a Vitality Retreat," I reply.

"Tell us all about it, mmMama," my Trippplets shout curiously.

First. we were introduced to White Gravity, the vital force (working with Black Matter) that shapes the Bioverse and expands it between galaxy clusters while contracting the space between local galaxies, within clusters. Our Silky Way heads in a collision course toward our neighbor galaxy. 

Then we were encouraged to meditate on smoothies. "Imagine, Fom, that you have all the ingredients available for your personal smoothie. What would you select?"

"Mango, banana, blueberrhy, gingerh, moringa, ground sunflowerh seed, flax powderh, rosehips, agar, mint and a squeeze of kafirh lime," says Alfom.

"Sow sow grow, Fanda. What vitals would you plant in your garden?"

"Blackberries, Swiss chard, cucummmber, semmminole pummmpkin, wild ginger, sweet potato, purslane, African blue basil, heirloommm tommmato, asparagus and mmmuscadine grapes across an arbor built of recyclable eBike frames," says Alfanda.

"One two one two. Feem, think about vitality in motion."

"Mama, you trained us well in ahha plyometrics conditioning," Alfeem responds. "And ahha vital stretches: folding, child pose, cat/cow. We didn't forget your ahha lessons on chi ball expansion during alternate nostril exhales. We have ahha enhanced our blood chemistry by ahha holding  breaths..."

Alfanda chimes in, "It's the curvature of White Gravity that enables the mmmuscles around my belt vessel to contract and expand."      

))))) Tin Roof Comet (((((

(eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.350 AT)

The Inner Hemisphere revolves revealing the local comet. Who is that watching it? an inhabitant of the Doublewide District. From there, she snaps a photo of the comet in the pre-dawn sky above her bedroom window. 

Here, on the Outer Hemi, my crew and I dismount our eBikes at the high rim of Crater Poona to set up the cosmoscope.

"Take a look, Marzy," says Ubeyou.

I peer into the lens. One speck of light with a faint tail appears to be reflecting onto the surface of a Doublewide.

"It's the Tin Roof Comet!" he exclaims. 

))))) Spruce Particles (((((

(eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.345 AT)

ZG Daqlen wants the tree plugged in. 

"Pweaze." he mumbles.

The lights flash on.

Daqlen places sister Kwelly's hat across a bough, romps into the hallway and returns with his toothbrush which he hangs on the tree next to a dangling balloon, decorations of his choosing.

He gazes at the spruce needles. 

What is stirring there? a dimensionless physical constant known as the alpha (nick name fine structure constant) which manifests electromagnetism between charged particles such as electrons. 

Alpha is a relative of e, the elementary charge. E strengthens family ties between the particles and their electromagnetic fields, including the charge in your eBike battery.

The particle family values their dimensionless quantity at 1/137 in all systems of units.

"Put simply," says e, "there is a constant force that keeps us together. Without this force, 1/137, the spruce would not exist as branches with needles. The tree would break apart and likely rearrange itself into different shapes as protons repel each other."

Daqlen's balloon bursts.

))))) Snow Fractal (((((

(eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.344 AT)

"This is Fom reporting live from the EXO Weatherh Orbiterh," he announces. "As the Magellanic Cloud expands, a heavy snow fractal is expected on the surface of ourh Outerh Hemisphere."

Fom measures the cosmic pressure. He observes how the tropospheric front, each part of which has the same statistical turbulence as the whole, effects biotopographic movement.  

Fanda covers the eBikes with geodesic tarps. Chore completed, she skips playfully across Crater Poona, her feet etching a large triangle onto its rust red floor. She sidesteps then spins 240 degrees like an abrupt wind. Fanda etches, steps and twirls, over and over, in repetitive choreographic patterns.

"I'm observing a 1.262 dimensional storm in an area of eight fifths of the original triangularh source," Fom reports. "Its six sided perimeterh, crossing Craterh Poona, approaches infinity. This meteorological fractal is in the shape of a von Koch Snowflake."

))))) Supersoft Rays (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.338 AT

While my Trippplets record subsurface waves in the hollow, Ibemee, recently retired from eBike touring, continues census work from his abode at K Aarhst. 

"Very strong levels

of the weakest x-rays

are emanating.. from accretion disks, 

which are diffused matter in an orbit.."

His notes are sketchy.

"Previous census indicated..  supersoft emissions

only from fusion on surface of white dwarfs."

"As of today, note -2- sources of 

supersoft x-ray emissions, not -1-"

))))) Symmetric Reconnection (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.336 AT

"Where?"

Uncertain. 

Perhaps my thoughts were caught in a Solar wind that curved across magnetic fields of the the Inner Hemisphere, reconnected symmetrically on the night side to display its aurora, then continued the gravitational push to my Hemisphere.

Attempting to recall recent eBike ventures, I am interrupted by a familiar voice. 

"The Trippps are detecting strange seismic waves on the cosmograph."

It's Ubeyou's voice, of course.

"Are you alright, Marzy? You seem ... overwhelmed," he remarks.

"I'm ...fine. Feem, tell me about this seismic event," I respond.

Alfeem begins. "These ahha monochromatic waves are reverberating ahha across the equatorial quadrangles in ahha seventeen second intervals...  ..."

It is difficult for me to listen to my dear Alfeem. Why have my thoughts been distracted? Wait, I'll check the ebsite. ...  ... It's been moonths since I wrote an entry. 

I whisper to Ubeyou, "Can you remind me what has happened recently?" 

He updates me on (1) Teve's report about Hempshire fashion trends.

(2) The Wootite's unscheduled camping and all day hike across Basin/Range.

(3) The GASFAB paleontology event with Rachell coordinating Wonderful Life in Burgess.

"And you, Marzy, concluded that Hallucigenia propelled with spines up like the Wiwaxia fossil, not with spines down as previously imagined," Ubeyou comments. 

(4) Daqlen and Quelly, ZGG  (zero gravity grandchildren), laughing together at monkeys that dive/splash in their planet's pools.

(5) InSite's successful dropdown in a rust red hollow at Elysium Planitia.

(6) Gramma's dropdown to the mental health wing. 

(7) The fourth Phalloween when you dressed as a gong master, reverberating along Ermont Av.

(8) Our spin to the shield volcano.

))))) Geology of the Toe (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.278 AT

Botta bumps me across a network of fractures.

My sacrum is too old for this. I'm tired of uneven terrain.

Ahead, a shield volcano, gently risen from the surface of central Elysium, looks like a giant toe.

))))) Hyperbolic Hat (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.274 AT

As we fill space with shapes, one of our polygons falls short of 360 degrees.

Our quilt begins to curve as we continue sewing this pattern. Soon it twists into a 3D multi holed pseudospherical hat.

"Look, mmMama," shouts Alfanda. "The hat fits commmfortably over the dommme of my eBike helmmmet."

))))) Kepler's Pretzel (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.268 AT

Loop, loop, backward loop.

Our eBike wheels follow the pattern of Kepler's lenten pretzel as we explore the equatorial quadrangles.

"Kepler's loops follow the path of this planet's orbit as observed from the Inner Hemisphere," I explain to my Trippplets.

"Mama Marhzee, didn't he obserhve orhbits beforhe the invention of telescopes?" asks Alfom.

That's right. 

But he could not observe the paths of hypervelocity stars ejected from the black hole area, nor the super speedy stars streaming from the magellenic cloud toward our galaxy's center.  

))))) Tachyonic Motion (((((

eBike2mars 14Gyr-0118.264 AT

"What is black or bright and faster than the speed of ahha light?" Alfeem asks us, jokingly.

"The tachyons in ourh eBike beams," answers Alfom, grinning.

Of course, tachyons, from the greek tachys meaning "swift." They have imaginary mass of the square root of a negative number. But only one field of these hypothetical particles is believed to exist that permit superluminal speeds.

"It's impossible to see a tachyon apprhoaching," says Alfom, "but afterh it passes, you would see its motion appearihng and deparhting in  opposite dirhections simultaneously."

"We could build ahha hypothetical antitelephone from our spare ahha hypo tachyons?" Alfeem hypothesizes.

Via antitelephone this sentence would reach you before the thought is uttered, tachyonically speaking.

))))) Landrhum ((((( 

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Rhum humhum rhum hum.

Our eBike tires hum along the surface of hiddenite, a shiny green chromium spodumene (from the Greek meaning "burnt to ash" refering to the grayish white ash formed when this mineral is ignited).

Hum hum rhum. We pull over for a brief EXO lesson in the shade of a nearby crater.

"Hiddenite occurs in granite pegmatite, which is an intrusive igneous rock with interlocking crystals formed in later stages of magma chambers," I explain to my Trippplets, etching the chemical formula for hiddenite onto the ground. 

LiAlSi2O6

"Hmmm, looks like graffiti to mmme," says Alfanda.

))))) Lithotrophia (((((

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Somewhere in the Silky Way, a Cleome, with six long stamens in opposition to four bright pinkish petals, towers over a community of Springtails and Organotrophs.

But not here.

Here at Oxia Palus, we are searching for electron donors of inorganic compounds, the Lithotrophs.

"Slow down, Mama, ahha lichen is under that ledge," shouts Alfeem.

He leaps off the eBike and rubs his finger across the specimen. 

"It appears to be ahha Flavoparmelia species," he concludes.

The leaflike colony extends from the ledge into a fissure, then to the subsurface by growing through the grains of rock.

"Lichens have minor lithotrophic capabilities," I explain. "They can use some rock minerals for CO2 fixation, but most of its bioenergy is produced  through photosynthesis."

"Yes, ahha sunrays can pass here," notes Alfeem, inspecting the path of photons reaching toward the fissure.

As amateur lichenologists, we speculate that a sample of this composite organism, along with its cousins, the Lithotrophs (eaters of rock), travelled by meteor during early eons from Oxia Palus to biosynthesize in your neighborhood.

))))) Congaree (((((

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Halfway to our destination we spin across another dry riverbed.

"At the Piedmont Fall Line there is a water river with a similar meandering pattern as this dry river," I comment.

"Tell us its storhy, Mama Marhzee," insists Alfom.

"Slink, slither," I begin. "An unnamed snake explores the banks of the Congaree, a river that flows from exposed crystalline rock, widening onto coastal plain sediments. The snake stops to sun itself where many generations of snakes warmed their skins. There, the Congaree tribe, now extinct, maintained harmony in the watershed with their unique language that flowed like whirling eddies. Our snake continues its journey to the river's end where many Inner Hemispherean stories end, struggling to sustain bottomland forests."

))))) Trace the Trajectory (((((

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Two eBikes collide.

Particles scatter,

those dark bosonic specks of tire scatter from the interaction point onto the rust red terrain.

Debris of the disintegration is displaced by a significant distance. Some debris decays instantaneously.

"Can we deduce ahha presence of quanta in the debris?" asks Alfeem.

"I think this speck contains sommme Z bosons," responds Alfanda, brushing dust away from some debris. "To determmmine where this piece fits back onto the tire, we need to trace its trajectory. Which is difficult since it likely mmmoved in an unconventional geommmetric pathway. However. the tire's mmmineral elemmments, as well as organic mmmatter, cycle themmmselves back into the production of mmmatter. For exammmple, ZG Daqlen's leftover birthday cake decays into....."

Alfeem interrupts, "But ahha collision or decay implies energy, and ahha energy flows uni-directionally in ahha non-cyclic pathway."

We patch the eBike tires,

then spin in a trajectory toward Lithotrophia.

))))) Mie Scattering (((((

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Blue sun. Rust red caramel sky.

Dusk displays unforgetable light diffusion from dust particles at the horizon of our Outer Hemisphere. 

"It's brheath taking, Mama Marhzee," Alfom whispers to me as I tuck him into his sleepouch.

Elsewhere in the Sol system, sunset makes memories: The Wootite takes the hand of his companion with a fond thought of their excursions to Black Mount. Shawnam at Homescape 50 remounts his eBike cells during scarlett mie scattering at his horizon. The Bearview family takes a photo of Quelly in the produce basket hanging on the wall, as colors of dusk diffuse onto their rooftop...

Mie scattering into vapor particles gives Inner Hemispherean clouds their midday puffy white. You wouldn't find black walnuts in the shading of trees if light did not scatter.

)))) Oenodynamics (((((

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Swish. Slosh.

Dimensionless parameters govern the flow of water making waves inside Daqlen's bucket. The water rotates in the direction of his motion as he scuttles to the potted blue basil.

After an eBike tour of Solis Planum, we relax. We swirl our mugs of magma tea. The foam on top rotates in the opposite direction of our motion. What makes it happen is Oeodynamics, the physix of a swirling action, a complex equation here and on Daqlen's Hemisphere.

))))) Stone Probes (((((

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"No." 

"Yes." "No." "Yes. Please, let me try." "mmMaybe, no."

My dear Alfanda and Ubeyou disagree about stone probing. He would like to use the stones to heal her eBike injuries. She is reluctant to try the probing. I, as well, am unable to convince her.

"Fanda, the practice of stone probing is appropriate for Hemisphereans, young and old. Even before the reign of the Yellow Emperor, bian shyr (stones) were used successfully to adjust circulation," explains Ubeyou. "Relax and let's begin."

Alfanda agrees. She lies down on our mat made of dehydrated woven fungus ribbons. 

Ubeyou arranges his collection of crystalline quartz that he found at the extinct Syrtis Major volcano. Using the tip of a stone, he presses it onto the surface of her skin at points along the linking meridian, from the left ankle to hip. After hours of probing and lessons on thread breathing, Alfanda's wounds begin to heal.

"mmMy pain is displaced by sensations of soft flow and tingles as if bees are weaving on mmmy skin but not stinging," Alfanda articulates slowly.

"Yes, BEES, also known as flowing Bio Electric Energy Sources," Ubeyou comments.

"mmMama, aren't those quartz stones the secret ingredient that you mmmix into our fungus salsa?" asks Alfanda.

Yes, they are.    

))))) Bok Globules (((((

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Entering the Coprates Quadrangle, we spin steadily between the globules of plagioclase feldspar.

"What is that, mama Marhzee?" Alfom asks, pointing to the distance.

"The remains of ancient riverbeds, Alfom" I reply.

"Not the rhiverhbed. The black splotches coverhing the field of starhs."

"Those splotches are dark interstellar clouds of cold gas and dust, less than 100 solar masses in size,"  I explain to him. "Their cores are embryos of new stars that develop independently, so they are different ages as they begin to glow."

Also known as Bok Globules, these small nebular clouds resemble common shapes on the Inner Hemisphere: the mud splotches along Eaverb lake trail where ZG Daqlen scuttles the full 2 miles at less than 2 years old, the dark turtles resting on driftwood  to where he points and hoots, the black blob of a bear covering their lawn, crude globules penetrating virgin beaches, colorful hybrid globules floating in the soup, digestive globules that stain sister Quelly's diaper.

))))) Termination Shock (((((

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Alas, nightmares at 1620 cease.

Heaviness in the air evaporates beyond the Hemispheres into the Heliosphere where radiating spiral winds carry it with alpha waves 8 billion miles to Termination Shock, the zone in which particles de-accelerate to slower than the speed of sound, down to speeds of spinning eBike wheels.

Alas, thanks to Loraine's determination, the anxieties of Gramma have relocated to 5601-31.

))))) Green Grain Moon Soon (((((

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Grains of teosinte bulge inside their husks like the central region of galaxies. Their stalks expand interminably skyward. 

Intergalactic clouds block the view of planetary and lunar hemispheres lining up at horizons across the inner Sol System.

Our eBike wheels spin interminably across this rust red terrain. No sky. No glowing circles nor crescents. We imagine that our moon Phobos shines as green as the ripening grains.   

))))) Heterozygosity (((((

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Caves are cool, about 55 degrees. 

They are the places where different species of ancestal hominids mingled, where Neanderthals bonded with Denisovans, where mitochondrial DNA  passed from mother to child, where nuclear DNA identified paternal lineage.

"What is the genetic ahha signature of our ahha father?" asks Alfeem.

"Your father Ibemee has family still living in the Afar Depression where the remains of their ancestor Lucy were excavated. Those black skinned genomes are categorized as the earliest and purest hominid signature. About 90000 years ago, a mother in Lucy's lineage dreamed about exotic hominids, interbred with a Denisovan giving birth to Denise, making your father's lineage highly heterozygous, meaning that his ancestral parents come from entirely different hominin species," I explain.

"And what is your ahha genetic signature, Mama?"

"Kievan and pale with Afar rhythms and dreams of exotic eCyclists, remains of my ancestors are not genetically diverse, low heterozygosity compared to your father," I reply.

"So that makes me and ahha Alfanda and Alfom half ahha heterozygous and half not, right?"

))))) Magnetic Definitions (((((

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magnetic pressure = the energy density of the magnetic field visualized as increasing as the magnetic field lines converge in a given volume of space.

magnetic tension force = a restoring force that acts to straighten bent magnetic field lines, a pressure gradient determined by how much magnetic pressure changes with distance.

heliospheric magnetic field = extension of the coronal magnetic field  of our sol system carried out beyond 120 AU (11 billion miles) where it encounters opposing pressure from  interstellar space.

dipole = a pair of equal and oppositely charged (or magnitized) poles (region at each end of a magnet where the external field is strongest) separated by a distance.

monopole =

))))) Cosmic Murmurations (((((

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Twisting photon patterns in the Corkscrew galaxy, what a fantastic display in that parsec of our sky.

The murmuration of the planetary magnetic field interacting with the solar magnetic field makes us dizzy. 

"Mama Marhzee, solarh wind rhadiates frhom the rhotating sun in the forhm of a thrhee dimensional arhithmetic spirhal," Alfom shouts.   

"Another unusual murmuration, indeed," I say while adjusting Botta's spokes. "Across the skies of the Inner Hemisphere, starlings dip and turn in random directions, intertwining into diverse shapes that simulate a fourth dimension. Soon the flock will disburse to their overnigh perches." 

Quelly spreads her toes in arrangements of motion that only an infant is capable of. Mother's soft murmurs puts her to sleep.

))))) Birth of the New Physix (((((

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For every action there is a consequence. And every reaction is consequential.

"When the first two hydrogen atommms fused, it generated star formmming energy. Fussion of two gammmete cells nine mmmoonths ago generated a consequential fetus that formmmed into Quelly, our newborn half neice," announces Alfanda.

"Post natal scans reveal more particles than expected in Quelly's brain: an extra proton, electron and antineutrino. This condition was caused by decay of a free neutron (unstable as its lifespan is only 880 seconds) that escaped from a nucleus during fertilization. Energy from the disappearing neutron was conserved, so that the resulting stable proton has slightly less mass than the aforementioned neutron. Put simply, she weighs 10^-36 less than expected, with a +10^36 thought process, due to the three extra particles." Ubeyou explains. He is teaching EXO school class tday.

"I understand the anatommmical consequence of emmmotional reactions in reproductive cells. I realize that Quelly's extra proton gives her abilities to design balanced eBike batteries and to recondition the Old Physix. And I ammm intuitively certain that big brother Daqlen will gift her the perfectly stable feather that he found. What confuses mmme is the mmmathemmmatics. one plus one does not equal two cells during fertilization, it equals one larger cell. As cells mmmultiply in the wommmb, aren't they really dividing?" asks Alfanda. 

))))) Meteoroides from Kuiper (((((

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"Where is ahha Kuiper?" Alfeem wonders, viewing the horizon as we exit from the subsurface.

Seasonal dust storms have subsided. Our eBikes recharge in the rising sun. Our mica coated protective gear is safety clipped.

Throughout our sol system meteoroids travel, along the ellipse of their parent comet, in a 30 million mile wide debris belt extending from Kuiper  to planetary orbits. Showers of light fall toward the Inner Hemisphere, caused by bits of ammonia/methane ice burning in the air. 

Parking areas on the Brew Ridge are full. Meteor watchers hope for a cloudless midnigh. Camlin of the Bearview district observes a reddish glow streaking halfway across the sky.  

While they watch... ... 

))))) Relative Humanity (((((

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In a previous millenium, early astronomers watched the brightest star explode, eqivalent to 10 Suns across our Silky Way. This was considered the demise of Eta Carinae; however, it's shine did return amidst news of fossilized honey bee hives, pollarding treetops and kwantum paradoxes.

Today the eBike astronomers realize that their sister planet's population surpasses hemispheric capacity. 

"In a mere four point five billion years, RNA developed from the first molecule to .0001% rH (relative Humanity), increasing through prehistory to 2%, 20%, and 50% rH, to this millenium at above 100% rH capacity, a population boom to seven point five billion Sapien consumers." I explain to my Trippplets.

Alfom looks through the viewing crevice and remarks, "Even without a telescope It is apparhent that ourh sisterh planet is in extrheme distrhess." 

Not as blue, not as green, and where is all the rich brown humus soil? It is running off to the reef with Humuhumunukunukuapua, What/who/where is that? Find it on your droid.

))))) Fractional Decay ((((( 

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We continue our EXO experiment with excited atoms. During fractional decay a system of excited atoms emits light and does not emit light at the same time.  

We predict, at ultra cold temperatures, that a lazer beam from our eBike can trap an excited atom in a photonic crystal whereby that excited atom can be in a state of excitement and not excited simultaneously. The problem is... we cannot prove it. Our subsurface lab does not have the capability of manufacturing a photonic crystal...

...meanwhile, in the Bearview district, Daqlen dreams of the festive inflatable slide that bounces him to excitement upward and downward simultaneously. 

))))) Spontaneous Emissions (((((

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Toddling Hemisphereans chase the rush of water emitted from fountains at Splashville Park. ZGB Daqlen waits for the fountain in front of him to spurt as water from behind rushes down his backside. 

Parental Hemisphereans keep one eye on splashing and the other on the LEAF stage from where performers emit their talents: the silver statue girl who taps her snare with each tip, the Free Planet group combining odd meter with string trio,it the Hoopman rotating in unlimited axes, Banjoman with bow, the stilt troupe parading to spontaneous rhythms of Afrik... remarkable festivities.

We are not at that festival, of course. My eBike family and I remain subsurface of Gale Crater, creating a wave of matter emitted by an excited atom from where a light wave is generally emitted. This phenomenon is called spontaneous emissions, which will be demonstrated by our local connection at the next LEAF event.  

))))) Albedos (((((

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Is your EXO planet icy or rocky? Gaseous or spewing lava?

We, the eBike crew, while sheltered from the rust red dust storm, uncover mysteries of your EXO home and of the Bioverse using high resolution spectra and albedos- light reflected by a surface.

"Our CP screen shows the relative fluxes of Sun with her planets. Surprisingly, Inner Hemisphere is the brightest orbiter," Ubeyou explains to the Trippplets.

"That ahha graph looks like ahha eBike frame to me," remarks Alfeem. 

)))))) Compulsory Speed (((((

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"Hurry, hurry, hurry, fast as a supersonic eBike. Or slowly, slowly," said the Rabbit to Einstein's snail.

Said the Snail to Schrodinger's rabbit, "I travel at whatever speed is not forbidden." 

Whatever is not forbidden, becomes compulsory.

)))) Septaria (((((

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..."to locate septarian nodules. Any questions?" I ask my Trippplets.

Alfanda raises her hand. "If septarian geodes were formmmed at the bottommm of an ancient sea 70 mmmillion years ago in the Utahn sector, is it possible to find themmm here on the Outer Hemmmi in subsurface lakes?"

"Carcasses of small sea creatures decomposed and moulded into mud balls on the sea floor. When the waters receded, shrinking sediment settled, transforming into spectacuar septarian concretions of barite and calcite crystals, solid as an eBike battery. We can go exploring for geodes at a dried surface lake bed when the dust storm recedes. But no, it's not likely to find septaria in our subsurface lakes," I reply.

Finding the extremophylliac Tardigrada there IS likely.

))))) Time Accelerates (((((

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Teve of the Hempshire district presents his thesis on family expansion entitled "Time Accelerates."  It's brilliant, a new theory that combines biological growth with astrophysics.

(A written or verbal presentation is required for Teve's successful passage to the Septuagenarian realm.)  

His Uncertainty Principle questions early century paternity. So who is your real great great grandfather? Only your geneticist knows, but not for sure. Because- the position of a person (or an object such as a wave eminating from a pulsar) and the speed of his action cannot be measured precisely at the same time.

His Big Bing theory applies to fertilization, the beginning of new life, as well as to the astrophysical beginning of newly born time.  ... (2continue)

))))) Cratonic Root (((((

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"Periodite permeates the upper mantle of the Inner Hemi, with sparse subducted oceanic crust as Eclogite," I explain during EXO homeschool.

"But, Mama Marhzee, I want to know what lies beneath THIS Hemispherhe," demands Alfom.

Class sets up the sonagraph to measure seismic velocity of rock composition below ancient tectonic plates. 

We detect normal speed, then slightly faster sound waves in the shape of an inverted mountain, which is colder and less dense than the mantle around it.

"Could be a Crhatonic Rhoot," surmises Alfom, "containing a mysterhious mix of diamond forhming minerhals, hot sprhing elements and a cadmium dependant carhbonic anhydrhase found in marhine diatoms." 

Yes. could be a Cratonic Root.

))))) Intergreen (((((

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ZGB Daqlen rides the rockslide at Intergreen Waterfall on Daddy's lap. 

My Trippplets slide down a magma vapor stream that condenses onto the rust red rock floor of this subsurface tunnel. They ride on a eBike tube raft that has been tested for inertia safety. 

"Tubular momentummm." shouts Alfanda.

))))) SciTav Venture (((((

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Friend of Agrimony organizes the tranportation pool to Osbyc TN from the Uncombeb sector. They arrive at the trailhead via roadways 40, 32 and 321 past the gneiss cliff, keeping left of the incident investigation site and bearing away from the christian preparedness supply store to park at Axterb.

Hiking the Old Growth Grove brings the SciTavers into patches of goatsbeard lichen, buckeye saplings, indian cucumbers and snakeskin orchids. They stare at the ancient siverbell with chocolate shavings bark. They marvel at the yellow birch rooting itself above ground into a decayed chestnut stump. 

Friend of Spores finds edible oyster mushrooms clinging to a fallen log, colorful chantrelles with white interiors, boletus thumbprints, lactarius,,, and here on the Outer Hemisphere, friends of eBike ventures are amazed by the varieties of rust red subsurface fungi. We forage responsibly and process scientifically to remove chitons. 

)) eBike2mars.com 14Gyr+0118.195AT ((

PEYTO and DAQ announce their Cosmic Bubble discoveries during the IceCube Observatory's news release.

"We trapped this four billion year old Neutrino inside an expanding soap bubble where it collided with a Nucleon, producing eerie blue flashes of the decaying Lepton. This occurs once every thousand years as subatomic particles continuously radiate in a pressurized cosmic stream to our planet, faster than a speeding Photon through ice, from distant massive Blazars." 

Certainly, something is happening beyond astro kwantum equations and advanced eBike mechanics.

))))) Methane Mud (((((

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"It rains CH4 on ahha Titan," says Alfeem.

 Minus 149 Centigrade keeps precipitation in the liquid phase which forms methane mud on the surface of that moon. 

"It rains H2O on the Inner Hemmmisphere," adds Alfanda. 

 19 degrees C keeps it in the liquid phase. Sometimes local eBike wheels get stuck in water mud. 

When it stops raining, ZG Daqlen leaves prints on the fluvial patterns along Eaverlake.  Can his soles be fossilized there? 

))))) z~6 (((((

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"Brightest (by a factor of 10) of the Bioverse's ionizing epoch, that atypically dense massive quasar sends loud radio waves, measured at z~6, from its galaxy, billions of lightyears away, to our Silky Way," explains Ubeyou as he changes the lens.

Happy 13 billionth Birthday to quasar P 352-15.

And it's the 118th Anniversary of Nicola Tesla's alternating current. 

 ))))) GSB (((((

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Ubeyou lengthens his periscopic lense through a small opening in the ceiling of our subsurface shelter. He props it with repurposed eBike spokes. The scope reaches above the debris of this ongoing rust red dust storm.

"Take a look," he says.

"Wow, a GSB, seemmms to be 65 mmmillion lightyears away," remarks Alfanda.

"I would identify it as galaxy NGC 1052-DF2, a Gigantic Sparhse Blob in constellation Cetus," adds Alfom.

Indeed, the stars in the Blob are diffuse. NGC 1052 is practically transparent. We can clearly observe galaxies behind it. Did some massive comets take away NG's dark matter during formation?

))))) Salsa 4 All (((((

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Where wild apples flourish, Hemisphereans in every district are harvesting the young green varieties (not the sweet  red cultivars).

Peel, core, chop into salsa sized cubes. 

Soak and rinse in H2O. Cook with bits of spicy red pepper.

Add local cider vinegar and chopped mint from the garden.

Stuff into bell pepper. Serve with local chips.

Here in the rust red subsurface we, the eBike chefs, gather totally local fungus, a variety similar to Cladosporium of the Inner Hemisphere. 

Peel, chop into salsa sized cubes. Soak, rinse.

Add chipped spicy mineral rock and mint mica.

Lightly ferment about two days. 

Dip with dehydrated flat fungus.

The proteins in these fungi can remove radiation and nuclear waste, reducing chromosonal abnormalities in animal blood. 

"We ahha surmise that ahha fungus can produce ahha sequestering betoine aldenhyde dehydrogenase," announces Alfeem. 

Apple vinegar also produces detoxifiers.

Enjoy your Salsa.

))))) Bioturbators (((((

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Imagine that you are an ancient marine worm that exploded to life as a result of diverse flora exhaling abundant oxygen for all creatures to share.

You, with other Cambrian Bioturbators of the Inner Hemisphere, engineered ecosystems on ocean floors, but at the same time disturbed the ecology by burrowing into previously undisturbed microbial mats.

Your burrows mixed and recycled dead organic material causing a global warming. The atmosphere had changed.  Rising CO2 levels resulted in mass extinction of many friendly burrowers that your family had encountered during those prosperous one hundred thousand years of seabed bioturbation.

While taking shelter from the encircling Outer Hemispheric sand storm, my eBike family and I find fossilized traces of tunnels on the rust red rock wall of this undergroud chamber.

"Perhaps biodiffusers, such as ahha Planolites organism, inhabited this rust red wall billions of moonths ago causing ahha moderate EEI (ecosystem engineering impact) when ahha ocean covered the surface of ahha Oxia Planum, " suggests Alfeem. 

))))) Carbon Rapture (((((

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There seems to be tonnes of aliphatic carbon leaking from stars, in vast clouds of greasy electromagnetic radiation. 

My eBike team intends to design a mechanism that filters undesirable grease and radiation from interstellar space.

This RAP net (Repurposed Aliphatic Products) would be lightyears wide and the thickness of an atom. Every quantum particle of the net is entangled (to the eighteenth degree) for instantaneous communications as to the amounts of carbon that is being captured. A troupe of eCyclists would attach a portion of the RAP net to their handbars and spin across the Silky Way. The chains of aliphatic hydro carbons would reconfigure into rings of aromatic carbons during this filtering process.

A desirable aromatic oil, to be available on all Hemispheres, would be marketed as Carbon Rapture.

"The rhadiated waste product could be sequesterhed in the galactic centerh. Pollution cannot escape a black hole. Nothing can escape it, rhight?" Alfom asks.

))))) Rust Red Storm (((((

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Our storm shelter is a subsurface chamber below chaotic terrain of this equatorial quadrangle. Magma vapor streams from a fissure where the rock wall and floor of the chamber adjoin. We collect the vapor, let it condense and enjoy a mug of magma tea.

"How strong is ahha wind gust during these storms?" Alfeem asks. 

"Half the speed of wind on Inner Hemispherean deserts, about.."

"mmMama," interrupts Alfanda, "tell us a story. I'mmm tired of listening to everything scientific."

))))) G Section (((((

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"Look at that puffy cosmmmic object in Saggitarius," shouts Alfanda.

"It appearhs to be gas, but acting like a starh," Alfom notes.

We brake, then dismount from our eBikes.

"Let's measure the wavelength. Hmm, it's a bloated star due to gravitational interference of our galaxy's SMBH,"  I explain.

Visibility here at Xanthe Terre is as far across as the Bioverse. We observe these G Objects in the center section of our Silky Way. 

"Therhe's dust in the airh, Mama Marhzee!' Alfom exclaims.

The visibility shifts suddenly to zero. We rush to an overhang that leads subsurface.  

))))) Amateur Anthecologist (((((

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On his first solo climb over the crib rail and out the back door, ZG Daqlen watches the early morning pollenators of his hemisphere's Bearview district. Under the eave a solitary mason bee, who does not sting, builds its nest from the garden bed clay. A slow flying beetle returns from his feast on rhododendron blooms. The bumble's buzz hits the frequency that releases pollen on the tomato anther. Wow, Daq is learning flower ecology before Daddy discovers that he escaped his bedroom.

In other districts, the midge fly pollenates chocolate, the metallic green sweat bee gathers floral resources from multiple plant species and the Monarch requires milkweed during migration. Congratulations to the Atala butterfly who returns from extinction via the Coontie bush. Thanks to the hummingbird's ten inch tongue that can reach inside orchids. And to the desert bats that bring agave to life. And to the residents of all hemispheres who keep their leaf litter intact so that moths can pupate, 94 percent of them.

With no agricultural pollution, my eBike crew imagines an era when pollenation was booming here at Gale Crater, honey of indescribable savor, pollen containing over 20 percent protein. Due to natural climate change around 10Gyr, pollenating species collapsed along with plant life. 

Can we reverse pollinator decline? Yes, one yard at a time. By encouraging native growth and voting for Ph. Styles as Pollenation Ambassador to the Bioverse.

))))) Sawatch Unconformity (((((

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Follow the reddish trail, an Indian route in use for over ten thousand years, formed one billion years ago, a protrusion above the continental crust. Plates shifted. Erosion left Tava Peak somewhat horizontal. During your morning hike take notice that the fault has angled rock layers about 20 degrees. Can you smell that Sawatch sandstone and wild sage?

Across the Tharsis rise, where my eBike wheels are spinning, two rocks of different ages meet, an Outer Hemispherean Unconformity similar to the Tava Peak area fault, gaps in geologic time. 

))))) Kokopelli (((((

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All paths crossing the great plain converge at the foot of the pass. Clouds blanket the ridge. Grey swoops ahead of the white puffs. Looks like Kokopelli, with native flute, stepping onto the peak to roam beyond the skies, then returning to sow the tribal land with trills of gourd vines and corn sprouts

Kokopelli is everywhere. You can shop for one on the avenue adjacent to Soda Springs Park. The humpbacked flute player appears as a magnet, silver earrings, paint on pottery, copper sculpture or woven into a jute fiber rug. Watch out. There's one on the sidewalk in front of you.

During your souvenir shopping, my eBike crew and I spin across an unnamed ridge in Xanthe Terra.

"Look, Mama," shouts Alfeem, "another ahha Kokopelli."

Indeed, the rust red outcrop ahead resembles the legedary figurine..

))))) Noctis Labyrinthus (((((

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To the east of the Tharsis Bulge we spin across Noctis Labyrinthus which is part of a canyon system that reaches 2500 miles toward Eos Chasmata's chaotic terrain. My eBike family and I hypothesize that a fault running 30 miles below our wheels delivers natural carbonation to subsurface springs.  Moving from the upper Mantle, deep-seated water could mix with karst aquifer resulting in natural effervescence.

"The Ute Pass Fault on the Inner Hemisphere provides a conduit for carbon dioxide and dihydrogen monoxide to mix then empty at surface springs," I explain to my Tripplets. 

"Mama Marhzee, have you trhaveled therhe?" asks Alfom.

"What is the flavor of ahha H2O at the Ute?" Alfom wonders. 

"Tell us mmmore," insists Alfanda.

Ubeyou pitches the geodesic tent. We snuggle into our sleeppouches. Then I tell them about my travels to Ute Pass, the mineral flavors of the numerous springs, the playful carbonation fizz in my nose, the lithium fountain that made me dizzy, the hint of iron in the coldest water. And the story of the Osha root, a plant praised by Tecumseh and tribes that inherited Ute Pass for generations.  Bears, herbalists of the animal tribe, dig up the root to make an herbal paste for their fur.

I dream about Osha, also known as Ligusticum porter or bear root. I dream that we find it growing in the higher elevations of the arid rust red terrain on the Tharsis Bulge. 

))))) Gravitational Confluence (((((

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Before arrival at the confluence, ZGB Daq tests the gravitation at a slow flowing brook near the sidewalk tunnel. He gradually leans toward a stoneless pool at the water's edge. Splush, free fall face first into that brook as his angle of inclination exceeds the upward centrifugal pull.

After a change into dry clothes, Zero Gravity Boy toddles toward the Chewuch and Mythow River confluence where he stares at the green tongue, a safe passage through the rapids. Wave holes downstream create an upstream thrust. 

"Carved channels at Arabia Terra indicate that there were active riverbeds four billion years ago here on the Outer Hemmmisphere," says Alfanda. 

I co....   ..  (2continue)

))))) Quantathon 0118 (((((

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From parsecs across the Bioverse, Quarks of all colors meetup with nuclear physicists on the Inner Hemisphere's Itala district to exchange results of reactions in proton collisions.

ZG Daqlen and family meet at Castle Wisp in the Mythow Valley district to review the effect of toddlers on quarks in aircraft, at Seatac's gum alley, under the space needle, with caged rabbits and across Falls Creek falls.

My eBike team here on the Outer Hemi present our result. "The pressure keeping two up quarks and one down quark together in the nucleon is 10^35 Pascals, more than enough to create a Big Bing and resulting Bioverse when a proton is bombarded by a photon at the effective speed/angle. We at OMOC, Olympus Mons Observatory and Collidor, solemnly uphold this conclusion."

signed,

"Ubeyou"

"Alfeem"

"Alfom"

"Alfanda"

"Marzy"

))))) Variations On A Light Curve (((((

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During the presentation at ARI astronomy institute, TPyx has indigestion. This means that it will eject gas again in years to come. A variable star observer, under the guidance of Ella Afka, keeps a lense directed at TPyx and notates its brightness on a phetometry chart.

Marzy observes another star, Chi Cygni, from the Olympus Mons observatory on the Outer Hemi. She draws its light curve, noting that it changes forty percent in size during a 407 day cycle.

Across the Bioverse pulsating stars eject waterfalls of nuclear radiation, then return to hydrostatic equilibrium, digesting hydrgen at normal rates. Binary explosive stars burp during their ten hour orbits. All supernovae 1a fall on the same light curve, reaching the same absolute brightness. Younger stars rotate faster than their elders.

So why are amateur astronomers on all hemispheres bursting with enthusiasm to observe these variations?  

Their exquisite rendering of light curves fuse art with astronomy.  

))))) Cryptochrome (((((

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"Is it possible to see a mmmagnetic field?" Alfanda asks anxiously as we spin from the cobble.

My Trippplets require answers at ....    (2continue)  

))))) Waternish Conglomerate (((((

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"Mama Marhzee, look at the weatherhing rhinds of lithologic species acrhoss the Planum," shouts Alfom. 

My eBike crew samples a diversity of clasts this side of the cobble Arrochar on Meridiana Planum while Daqlen, on his hemisphere, tosses a diversity of mica speckled stones into Eaver Park Creek. He stares at a rabbit crossing the riparian barrier which protects ninety species of darter fish from pesticide runoff. 

Daqlen chases a pair of robins to a staircase on the embankment. As part of zero gravity training, he transports himself up then down the slope by the seat of his Oshkosh overalls. Up slidedown, up slidedown. Dizzydizzy. Ten more times. His view of the watershed spins like the Planum wind uncovering secondary mineral deposits of the Waternish conglomerate where my crew observes remnants of the humid Noachian paleoenvironment. 

They report to me, "lithological variations between sets of clasts indicate that 2928450956 years ago, Waternish conglomerate was geologically similar to the southern appalachia watershed, with the possibility of sustaining prehistoric mussels, beavers, and more diversity of crayfish than the rest of the Bioverse." 

))))) Jinda Meets Ninda (((((

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The meetup, arranged by Abbyg, happens today.

(Sorry my eBike crew cannot participate today. We are touring Gale Crater.)

Ninda offers permaculture advice to Jinda as they tour the lovely plot in the Herbaceous Sector of the Inner Hemisphere. Persian limes, Ceylon spinach, Mexican mint, African blue basil, Florida natives... and many more cover the ground. Not clearly in view is the subsurface. Root systems, rootlets and mycelium filaments organize themselves like the magnetotails of Mercury's magnetic substorms. Energetic electron plasmoids are generated during magnetic reconnection.  Field lines flow inward from above and below, then spring outward horizontally. This pattern is displayed in the Magnetosphere of planets as well as under the ground of permaculture plots.

Point the Xray microscope down to view the starbursts of root growth in your yard. 

))))) Chain of Spines (((((

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Blowout. Where's the tool pouch? Ah here. Bracing the tire iron against the eBike wheel, I slide it under the rim. Ouch. I sat on a, a spine.

A chain of spines spreads like spider legs of Tarantula Nebula across this ironwood forest, rock formations that seem to be growing from the limestone desert. The spiny chain on the desert floor among the formations are a remnant of the Echino cactus that flourished here, a 2200 square meter eco system in equatorial Marineris, until three billion years ago when climate shocked the Outer Hemisphere. 

The ironwood tree, in the national monument district of the Inner Hemisphere, provides shade for desert inhabitants. The pygmy owl nesting in a saguaro watches a pink flower bloom on one of the one hundred remaining turks head Echinos (a variety of the now extinct cactus of Marineris). Ouch ouch, a swarm of cactus bees sting the Bighorn Sheep, keeping them from trampling the Echinos that gradually form their Magellanic Cloud-like fruit.       

))))) Gell Mann's Eulogy (((((

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The self proclaimed experimentalist, Gell Mann, who learned calculus at age seven, secured first prize for his contribution to elementary quanta. To commemorate him, Daqlen and family attend the Salvage Science Fair (not to be confused with Salvation Church where neighbors gather to distribute mythical data). 

At this science fair our sun is on display through lenses of a hydrogen alpha telescope that lets in the red spectrum, wave lengths of 636.6 nanometers. A calcium k filter shows ultra violet magnification. No corona visible today, but a small area of magnetic activity appears against the chromosphere or is it the photosphere?

Scientists of the Ivy Watershed map out drainage flaws. Spectators are amazed by Caddisfly larva that create jewelry in stream beds from their  cocoon cases. 

From the mountainside black bear Ursus glances down at the wildlife skull exhibit while nibbling bear corn (Conopholis) to wake up its digestive system after hibernation. Plethodon, the salamander, plays hide'nseek on peaks of the spruce forest, part of a temperate eco region that supports the most salamanders in the hemisphere. There is one with stripes hiding behind your left shoe! 

"-q-q-quarrr-quark--rrrk-q-quark--" Elevated in a pulpit shaped branch, the visiting Cardinal eulogizes Gell Mann. 

Marzy commemorates him by revolving her eBike wheels across Naukluft Plateau in sync with half spins of nucleon particles.  

))))) Eastar Eve (((((

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An arrangement of white anorthosite, samples originating from moons and Mars, adorns Ursula's mantel, while her neighbors choose bouquets of white lilies on the dining table. 

Sky watchers wait for the flash of satellite Tiangong due to fall, while believers holding Vibles praise the ascension of crucified flesh. 

We, at Otjizonjati Outcrop, arrange mica and anorthosite meteorites around the eBikes this eve. As the eastar rises, its rays light up our circle of minerals and dilates our irises. Elsewhere in the Bioverse, fiery debris from the death of a red giant, the eye of Constellation Rabbit, cools rearranging itself into exotic orbits.

))))) The Grand UM ((((( 

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Our EXO school program includes a special assignment in ultrativity. Upon completion we hope to earn a nomination for the Obel Prize.

"At the basic level, every object/concept, sub subatommmic to mmmacro cosmmmic, is commmposed of particles (such as leptons), waves (such as photons) and/or dynammmics (force, energy, processes, unknowns)," says Alfanda.

"Parhticles. Waves. Dynamics." Alfom repeats.

"That is correct," I reply.  "Let's organize from quantum to eons. Our theorem must integrate everything in the Bioverse."

The class regroups their data, then writes down most of the "logy" courses as in geology, bio.., archeo.., etc. The "omy" group includes astronomy, phlebot.., gastron..,etc. The "tics", mathema.., gene.., the "sics", phy.., etc. . And all others including but not limited  to "sophy" as in philo.., "rts" as in culinary a..,  ..,  ..... .

Pause, stretch, check the eBike charge, adjust O2 pouches.

Back at the notebooks Alfom raises his hand, "Mama Marhzee, I've calculated a prheliminary solution for the Grhand Unifying Multiplierh."

8pi/3(5^3/2 ly +[p,w,d])-1=1+GUM or simplified as M=e/14Gly, (not to be confused with m=E/c^2) where M equals the unifying Multiplier and e equals every equation. 

Meanwhile on the Inner Hemisphere, ZGB Daqlen tosses plastic eggs out of his basket. He prefers to hunt for oblong stones, puddles, pi cones and things unknown.

))))) Ground Water Day (((((

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To provide and preserve hydrology for all, water flow joined forces to infiltrate the subsurface. Sadly it was captured in the phraetic zone which confined flow forces between layers of clay. But at last, water escapes into a stream channel flowing along a fluvial pathway to a rocky cliff. This is where Groundwater Day begins and ends, begins and ends with the same beginning and end every day. The flow becomes a self repeating waterfall. Over the cliff into a natural rock pool, seeping back between subterranean clay, the water again escapes to the channel, fluvial pathway over a cliff into pool, seeps between clay, escapes phraetic zone, flows to cliff, 

waterfall, pool, seep, capture, clay, escape, channel, cliff , waterfall, pool, seep, capture, clay, escape, channel, cliff, waterfall ... seep ...channel ...waterfall

Happy Groundwater Day from my eBike team. Thinking of you as we spin down Pahrump Hills again and again.

))))) The Rhizosphere Dispute (((((

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EXOterrestrial specialists have completed their abstracts for the Rhizospheric Conference to be held this daun at Phyllosilicate Valley.

Well, where is everyone?        rrrrd-d-drrnnn drrnnn

The droning of eBikes follow the shoreline along the extinct Deuteronilus Ocean, the alternate route to the Valley. There is chatter.

"Extra radical mycelium, a vehicle for colonization of the rhizosphere, facilitates movement of carbon to roots of plants and is antagonistic to a broad range of pathogens," explains Professor Myccorhizal.

"The element originates from the one hundred ninety two tons of carbon per year that end up here on the Outer Hemisphere as interplanetary dust and as organic molecular rings, -C-H-O-N-, that drop from asteroids or comets on hyperbolic orbits," continues the under graduate with the green helmet.

A third specialist speaks out. "None of that is relevant. We are meeting to determine if there is, or is not, a rhizosphere in the Phyllosilicate Valley."

They dismount at the valley's entrance. Ubeyou escorts them to their seats. Alfanda passes out copies of the abstracts. I proceed subsurface to uncover the hyphae patch.      chch tttatrr chrttcht     Indistinguishable chatter.

One by one the EXOspecialists step below to examine the sample hyphae and hosts, then resurface to their places. I re-cover the patch and rush to the conference area. More chatter, that is, dispute.

"I examined the individual decay channels and found insufficient bacterial populations for a rhizospheric colony to exist," shouts number three.

Prof Mycc disagrees, "There is an abundant of microflora and mesofauna with some fluid surrounding the soil aggregates, typical of rhizospheres."

"But there are no macrofauna such as slugs larger than two millimeters. The sample patch, at best, mimics an ectosphere, not a rhizosphere," insists Greenie.

"Nitrogen based chitin in cell walls of fungus hyphae comes from the glucose manufactured by the host plant and is deposited into the rhizosphere. This is the same chitin found in the exoskeletons of insects that inhabit the rhizosphere, the same chitin as in the seta hairs of Kiwa Hoff Crabs that inhabit hydro thermal vents in polar oceans. In our sample patch the chemistry is inconsistent, with a silicate based chitin. However the hyphae clearly display rhizospheric morphology, " explains the Wootite.

"It's impossible for a rhizosphere to exist on the Outer Hemisphere."  

"But the subsurface of Phyllosilicate Valley is largely unexplored."  

"I conclude yes to Rhizosphere." 

"I conclude this conference a waste of time. I'm jumping back to my lab on the Inner Hemi."

"I say that Marzy and her team are brilliant."

If a turquoise browed motmot drops a tail feather onto the valley, above the subterranean patch, before the dispute is settled, that moment of impact could ever change the outcome of our soil ecology. 

))))) On Pacebook (((((

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Hundreds of green spinners celebrate Patricks Day, a long parade of spokes flashing in infra violet rays. 

Herin's ultra sonic fetal child bounces against the inner wall of her dark womb with each twist of the Trek. At the base of Beaucatcher, Mother-to-be-again gently downshifts to avoid overwhelming bounces. The family poses for a portrait, Herin. Camlin, Daqlen and She-to-be.

Follow them on Pacebook.

))))) Neutron Shooting Range (((((

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My eBike crew and I, at the base of Bagnold, finish our low gravity snacks, while Persimmon volunteers clear pledge tables after the inner hemispherean lunch break. They return to offices on their city block. We spin a meridean away to the neutron shooting range.

Our goal is to enable comb shaped silicon lenses to perceive a new range of details by shooting uncharged particles at them. B-b-boom. The lenses act as a diffraction grating. But our "firearm" misses the target which is a chunk of rock behind the grates. We adjust the lens angle slightly to better match the rock's index of refraction. B-b-boom. The neutrons make a direct bounce, so that the equipment, called an interferometer, shows the precise location of four minerals inside the target rock.

The pattern of this rock's interior, beautifully designed by nature millions of years ago, resembles Leasta's primitive acrylic strokes with particles that shift intensity when the observer changes perspective.

))))) Quagadougou (((((

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The tribal Messi wives of Quagadougou share their super plants with Appalachians and with my crew on the Outer Hemisphere: their fonio, teff ferment, baobab leaf, zoombala probiotic, dehydrated ayoyo, cow pea protein, okra flowers, shea butter on red rice and gboma eggplant greens.

This is a weekenn of sharing among Hemisphereans of every creed (including the Wootite), organized by OGC, Organic Growers Campus. Pam's plot offers warm sown swee potato slips. Mike enhances soil ecosystems. Becca chooses vital herbs to relieve rumination at mucosal interfaces between your organs and the outside world.  Forests and pollinators are regenerated by student/instructor proactive solutions.

At twiligh, an overweight suburban black bear trundles from that campus to the Interstate, removes her tracking collar at the Virtual Fence that she created, scratches the microchip under her skin and cuddles with four cubs in their den next to the exit ramp.      

))))) Sand Slide Murmur (((((

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At the flank of Mount Sharp, Ubeyou begins EXO mineral class with clasts containing monazite.

"A portion of this monazite ridge collapsed at the crevice. Pouncing from our hemisphere, the rock blasted toward the Inner Hemisphere as a meteor. It landed on the NWA 7034 sector where meteorite specialists study that tiny clast under a Back Scatter Electron Detector," explains Ubeyou.

"But we don't need ahha Detector. There's ahha large sample of monazite on ahha clast outcrop in front of us," says Alfeem.

Ubeyou continues the lesson, "When cerium is removed from Monazite, Didymium is the material that remains, used in glassblower's goggles. Als..."

"When is ahha EXO sports class?" Alfeem shouts pointing to Bagnold Dune. The wind is crossing it at an angular speed ideal for sand surfing.

So, instead of studying the calcium silicate perovskite encased in a diamond that surfaced from the mantle, the class spins up Bagnold Dune. Instead of explaining the ramifications of geo activities in trapped water rich ringwoodite, Ubeyou bolts eBike Tanndem onto the slider. He listens for the murmur of the sand, " SssLLLiide nowwW." The slider board catches the wave on the slip side of the dune. Gripping the frame of the eBike, students and teacher surf down the direction of sand migration, a sports exercise in EXO sand sliding rather than a study of how carbon cycles itself by sliding into the oceanic crust, into depths of the core, then resurfacing via crater eruptions or sand murmurs.   

))))) Tanbark Ridge (((((

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On the far end of that inner ridge, your side, sheep sorrel sprouts and great mullein spreads its furry leaf along the base of the cliff. A range called Swanoa shades Haw Creek and adjacent valleys where ZGB Daq rides his safety pouch in the rear seat of Daddy's Pilot. Zip to Tuesday care. Zoom to stephens indoor playground. Zing to visit canine Sylva. Zonk around the aisles of Rader Jo's. Zwim at Zam's  Lake Powaton picnic party. Zeem off the Woodfin slide. Zcrounge in Scrounger's Daradise. Zisten to the call of owl, bear, bumble, maple branches tapping... and ztep along the Sea to Mount Trail. A neighborhood mount called Craggy, rising majestically over the escarpment, is dwarfed by its distant Himalayan cousin (nearly 9km elev.) which is dwarfed by Olympus Mons located on this outer side of the ridge at nearly 80Ksp  (approx 25 km high) with two volcanic craters, Karzok and Pangboche.

On this outer side of the ridge, where my crew and I spin, bio environs struggle.  Rust red plains and peaks barely support very few Quadrupeds, the blind hare and nocturnal gemlin that inhabit the surface, and marsaurosts that travel in shallow tunnels. No maple branches. However, in the Subsurface, diverse species of fungus flourish, one of which converts unfriendly Oxygen to breathable air. We carry clumps of that Oxyfungus in pouches strapped to our shoulders and breath it through flextubules. Suits of mica/nickel alloy protect our gear and ourselves from radiation overdose. On this side of the ridge, spinning into the Tharsis quadrangle, we adjust to the harsh elements. You, on the inner side of the ridge, effortlessly exist.

Indeed, Tanbark Ridge delineates the Great Hemispheric Divide, a boundary between the inner and outer Sol System.

))))) 602 Sextillion (((((

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 Alfanda and I take a spin beyond 6020000000000000000000000 atoms to Orcadie Lake Bed for a meetup with rover Kuriosit. Upon our arrival, the drill on its robotic arm bores a .05sp deep hole (about a centimeter)  and collects a gram of pulverized minerals including hydroxides. 

"It takes 47250 grams of this terrain to extract one liter of water (of which 666.6 grams are Hydrogen, 333.3 grams are Oxygen) after heating/filtering/condensing, according to .."

"That process is as nasty as fracking, mmMama," Alfanda interrupts me. "Why would a robotic armmm or a touring eCyclist proceed with extraction when there is so mmmuch vapor and liquid in the subsurface?" 

Besides, if one gram of Hydrogen contains 602 sextillion protons, then one liter of water contains 1000 X 602 sextillion protons. And if a blue whale, twice the size of the most massive dinosaur, consumes 602000 liters of krill per day, a whale whose calf suckles 602 liters of milk daily, then 1000 X 602 sextillion mama blue whales with their families could swim inside a 602 sextillion sextillion L oceanic black hole. 

))))) the SWED (((((

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My crew has completed assembly of SWED, the Sound Wave Enhancement Device.

The Trippplets unveil the prototype, which is wired to our eBike batteries, as Ubeyou announces, "The SWED magnifies transverse waves of sound, much like scope lenses intensify an image, This device has a 3.3 AU range (Astronomical Unit), which means that from here at the unnamed crater, it is possible to listen to asteroids belting and solar winds flaring."  

I aim the SWED antenna toward the Ridge Art district of the Inner Hemisphere. Incredible quivers radiate from the speaker, sound waves of Bartok performed by the Tesla String Quartet. Bedazzled as an imploding red giant, we imagine the cellist swaying in all directions, the violist jumping out of his chair and violins pointing to the stars and back. It's like we have front row seats there in the concert chamber. 

To those of you who are not in attendance, it is recommended that you stay tuned to the MountX Press for quartet announcements. Or assemble a new SWED with your local crew.   

))))) Stellar Connections (((((

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Dear TEVE, the Outer Hemisphereans look forward to more grandchildren updates from your Hempshire district. Happy moons, Marzy

WOOT's fortune cookie: May the minerals you've collected in your home and heart ever circulate from the closest tendons to distant aquaintances.

message to FEZOM: Embrace your parents. They are an exclusive link between past and future macrocosmic solutions.

for MIISHA and DUSST, To predict auroras at Castle Wisp, monitor electrons of the chorus waves until they dance in the magnetosphere above Mythow Valley.

for KORKIE, When you uncork poetic phrases, they are brilliant as a quasar.

to SHAWNAM, You've already mastered sailing the sun. Now take a dip in the looking glass with your sole son. 

help wanted from ABBYG and TOML: with a billion crude spilled and food supplies endangered by sterile seeds, we need your sustainabilities to keep the hemispheres balanced.

note to ALEXANKA... Years and distance become an illusion when you feel the strong interaction between your positive ions and the Bioversal family.

bon voyage, BRIN, on your next paddle venture and trips beyond the Mobile district.

thanks to HALLEN for bringing waterfalls of qi to the Brew Ridge sector of the Inner Hemi.

greetings to PON JOTTER

SCIENCE TAVERNERS reach beyond the visible cosmos and sink below hemispheric sea levels to reunite Pangaea.

hi DRUMMERS: Eff and Ara's Inlet, Inda unlimited,  Agbo of Camp Afrik, Ofi Denn, Huk/Obin duo. Oyce and her Crane Prairie troupe, Dadama of LEAF, Harmaine Dun, ... if you can hum it, you  can drum it.

to LARA and the Reunioneers of '67,  I leave the rhythmic harmonies of our class song. a note for each of you.

DEA and the Kungfuers, Continue the Master's tradition of conditioning, keep shoulders relaxed and foundation strong.

text to LORISS,  thx for being the most caring companion, at times when no other could handle the complexity of Gramma's requests.

congratulations, MAYAL, for all your accomplishments in the Arasota district: massage graduate, holistic communicator and edible landscape volunteer.

papayas from ATASHA are the delicacies of distance. 

TRANSITIONERS, your presence on the Hemisphere brings Open Studio produce to sidewalk markets, encourages recycled sun rays to rooftops and parades resilient messages to the community.

ring ring, hello INDALINDA, Your telephone voice through the years has carried amazing feelings through me which I've learned to communicate to others. 

DR.G's hens lay deep yellow yolks like a dozen sunrises. 

With FROB's efforts, the Reef Memorial remains a special sector of the Gulf. Without Frob, this ebsite would have no origin.

FEATHER,  I select you to be representative of our extended FAMILY, to keep the cousins and great grand cousins connected, to plan gatherings in any place/time circumstance and to exercise your artistic abilities throughout the constellations.

attn BROTHERS Alf, Willbee and Garrence... the Entanglement of our genes brings you closer to me as time/place moves away.

CAMLIN, HERIN and DAQ,  We as a family mark a revolutionary kwantum field in the Silky Way by connecting the stars with boundless smoke that radiates from our smoldering soles. .  

reminder for ALL my Stellar Connections: Press Save, as memories are what compose us. 

))))) Presidential Penumbras (((((

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Shadows of past Presidenns haunt us this moonth. The darkest times tolerated human auctioneering. Shady administrators ignored the constitutional liberties of citizens other than politicians. In the murky corners of the White House, resident dogs licked the snotty corruption from our leaders' noses resulting in some positive change: third gender rights, whispers of weapon control, Gore's environmental enlightenments, eBike legislation.

Marzy continues to vote for McGovern. 

))))) Negative Matter (((((

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ZGB Daqlen, the zero gravity boy, sorts through his Inner Hemispherean gadgets which include crashing echo blocks, the mousy music box and laughing taxicab that moves backwards when he pushes it, but wheels forward when he pulls it toward himself. For that to happen, his cab most likely contains a component of negative matter.  Negative matter (Nm) weighs less than zero and possesses no mass, no friction, no temperature no nothing.

Nm reacts unintuitively by our perspectives. Where core gravity pulls strongly, Nm floats away from a hemispheric surface. When core gravity is weak, such as on the Outer Hemi, then Nm becomes more stable.

As my wheels spin and brake along this desolate rust red terrain far from Daq's terrain, my eBike remains gravitationally intact under the influence of negative matter. During these online journeys my hands are far from him, my sole grandchild who claps to the beat of Nm popping corn.

)))))) Clmpsgrbbr (((((

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Moments before daun, galaxy clusters shimmer across the parsecs like flocks of migrating geese reflected onto deep blue great lakes. Surrounding the starlight, a mysterious "activator" holds the Bioverse together and prevents dark holes from enveloping ageless protons that were born once upon the primordial explosion. This amorphous multi dimensional Clmpsgrbbr, pronounced clumps grabber, is a thin film the thickness of a hadron that fills the space between brightness and black. The Clmpsgrbbr contains its own anti grabber, but instead of annihilating  itself, it clumps together pieces of exploding systems to keep expansion/contraction at a universal rate. When necessary, the grabber releases clumps rather than grabs them. Clmpsgrbbr permeates the present, past tense, future and conditional warps including the protonic alignment in your eBike battery. 

)))))) EcoAstronomics (((((

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Alfeem, Alfom and Alfanda choose their site, an unnamed crater with partial shade at a latitude on the edge of equatorial Planum. I approve of that sector.

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They scavenge for materials to build their EXO home school  project, a no footprint exercise in ecoAstronomics.   

sheets of Perovskite and potassium mica. 100 sq meters.   Tungsten diselenide, 10 grams.   Surface plasmons as needed.   Fungus powder for adhesive.    condensed Magma vapor which is available 24/7 extruding from the crater wall as a vapor "spring".

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Before construction begins, my Trippplets review the layers of the hemisphere to confirm that their planned structure is in harmonic resonance with the elemental chemistry of the surrounding place/time continuum. 

"The solid innerh corhe of ourh Outerh Hemi contains irhon, nickel and sixteen perhcent sulphurh. It shoots out a sporadic magnetism." Alfom reminds us.

"And ahha pasty silicate mantle surrounds the core," adds Alfeem.

Alfanda ponders, "Lithospheric deformmmation effects the stress field in volcanic edifices. This can influence mmmagmmma transport, though there is no tectonic mmmovemmment."

We can clearly recognize the dusty rust red powder that covers the basalt rock crust. In the space above, the atmospheric mass measures 25  terratonnes with remnants of an ancient magnetosphere. At a 7000 kilometer altitude from the equatorial plane is the aerosynchronous orbit. 

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"Mama Marhzee."   "Come ahha here."   "We commmpleted our ecoAstronommmic project."

The Trippps built a geodesic solar collector that shelters an E V charging station, a layered greenhouse, compost heap and tiny living quarters. Magma vapor from the subsurface provides moisture for seedlings and condensation for bubbly magma tea. Pass your mug.

))))) Valentines Decay (((((

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In the Collider >>>>>> % <<<<<<< two protons crash on Valentines eve, by chance, at speeds of light. Within a femto second they very briefly transform to a W boson, weighing in at 80370 MeV, then decaying into one muon (u) and one neutrino (v). With the release of (L), latent energy, the new moment brings them (L)(u)(v). 

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f flash --mul incoming-- from Ibemee@emul.om       Hi Marzy and crew,  here is a heart and arrow for each of you: <(v)< <(v)< <(v)< <(v)< <(v)<    Also attached is a PFD  with a chapter from the Looss Leaf collection. Hopefully your new Amsun Combbook will translate the file accurately.

Floridawn- Chapter three of the State Story- stage is set in gray. Musicians are stage left with their bells, chimes and gong. There is a cluster of cycads in front of the mound (to where all props are swept between acts) Dancer is covered with cloud fabric, standing near cycads. Various plants are center stage but partially covered with cloud fabric. Second dancer is posing as a tree holding a palm frond in one arm and pine branch in other-

You, the Yaba narrator, speaks. "Before disappearing into the flow of dawn, we, the mist, settle over sand hills, linger at the Zamia cycads and cross the roots of a Torreya Cedar."

"We the mist uncover clusters of Gymnosperms bearing cones. The spikemoss Selaginella and Cladonia lichens stretch themselves across the ground. Pteridophyta, the elegant fern, sporadically spreads her spores. And look, Serenoa umbrellas the spores with palmate fronds."

- bell rhythm accompanies Dancer 2 placing palm fronds over ground cover - 

Yaba, "Pinus Palustris drops a needle into an ephemeral pond."

- Dancer 2 drops needle into pond -bell rhythm continues-

Chantor chants. "Pinus palustris drops needles

                           into an ephemeral pond."

- Dancer 1 drops needles into pond-

Yaba points to pond, "Silky Spirogyra, a member of the green algae clan, from which all land plants evolved, float to the edge of the pond. Flagellating beneath the surface are microscopic Euglenoids that support chloroplasts with proteinaceous strips. The Amoebozoan drifter, having no cell wall, is able to shift its shape and still manage to contain its nucleus." 

Chantor chants, "Silky Spirogyra evolves.

                           Amoebas drift and shift their shapes."

- dawn colored lights appear at upstage horizon-

Yaba voice continues, "Rays from the horizon salute the plant kingdom, but push us aside. Now the mist is invisible."

-Dancers disappear behind the mound, covering themselves and the mound with cloud fabric-

-gong, three pulses- 

Chantor chants, "Floridawn, Cycadaceous plant life rises"

-light of dawn becomes brighter at stage horizon-

-bell pulses in chapter's rhythm-

Chantor, "Floridawn, Cycadaceous plant life shines.

-Dancer enters playing finger cymbals in chapter rhythm-

Chantor, "Floridawn."

-the crescent of sunrise appears at upstage horizon-

-bell, cymbals and gong-

-Dancer two enters toward the cycads, lifts one and dances-

Chantor, "Floridawn, Zamia's slim glossy leaves.

                Floridawn, Zamia's long reaching root.

                Brilliant seeds burst from 

                the velvety cone. Floridawn.

 ..... (2continue)

))))) Census And Sensibility (((((

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Upon my return to the  equatorial overhang, my crew is celebrating the launch anniversary of Explorer One. 

While he inflates fungus balloons, Ubeyou mentions that Ibemee is expected shortly at his abode in K Aarhst. 

"But isn't he advising politicians on the Inner Hemisphere?" I ask him. 

"No" "Talking" "Business", the Trippps yell. They want me to party with them. Clap Drum Pounce Tickle Toss Chew Swallow ...  

After dusk Ibemee  jumps across hemispheres, his eBike dropping him down to the protrusion at K Aarhst. He begins his new job as census taker immediately, as the skies are unpolluted, with incredible views of the Silky Way.  His orders are to begin the count with number of galaxies. He surfs the starlight with a portable Kepler type lens. Using gravitational magnification, he is able to approximate one hundred billion total galaxies circling the Bioverse.  Number of stars in the Silky Way, about 250 billion within its diameter of 100,000 light years (as compared to sister Andromeda with close to one trillion stars).  

Ibemee adjusts the focus. Festive nebulae, thousands of them, brighten the galactic horizons. He is able to approximate number of planets within our spiral at ten billion, moon count undetectable. Now, the space trash inventory includes satellites, spacecrafts and chunks of debris. Number one, a Tesla roadster exits the Gravity Belt, check. Number two, 1800 satellites orbit the Inner Hemisphere, 14 orbit the Outer Hemisphere, 2 spacecrafts  speed beyond this planetary system, check, check, checkcheck chchchchchchhhhhhhh......... other space trash to be tallied by the Solar Sisters. Inventory of live colonies in progress. Any questions.

"Yes, have you taken a poll of lifeforms as to how many are selfing pollinators, how many are outcroppers and if any are cross bloomers?" you ask.

Here propagation occurs mainly in the Subsurface where fungi thrive. Terrestrial conditions on most Hemispheres do not support blooms. It is sensible for the classroom at Warre Wilso  to complete the pollination census.

))))) TOTEM Glueballs (((((

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Subatomic populations here on the Outer Hemisphere are not yet inventoried by telescopes and rovers currently surveying this rust red terrain. In my eBike pouch there is equipment that can take a census of undocumented particles. I set up the CMS (compact muon cellunoid) and TOTEM defractor. Immediately they detect the possible existence of glueballs floating around (groups of gluons that gather independent of their proton hosts). Look at the guage, a Pomeron just flashed! which is a particle that can appear when protons exchange an even number of gluons whose total color charge equals zero. Then they change direction and go their own ways, according to QCD (quantum chromodynamics)  The gauge lights up again.  An odd number of gluons exchange between protons, implying the presence of Adderons, which QCD predicts but does not confirm.  

Let me think, do I count one glueball as a single entity for the census? no, because glueballs are composite particles. Instead, I will count gluons one at a time. After all, they are the carrier of the strong interaction keeping nucleons from falling apart or collapsing.  Wait, how do I count an object that is merely 10^-15 meters and has a lifespan of 10^-20 seconds? Besides, with so many gluons co habitating as glueballs, I cannot keep track of households. 

The workload is ***xx^^vv!!!  Any census taker out there? Charge your eBike. I leave this job to you.

))))) Astronomic News (((((

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My Trippplets stay at the overhang with Ubeyou to review astronomic current events as I adjust this protective gear for a spin along the equatorial valley. They begin by discussing the unbound rogue planets (moon to Jopiter size) roaming, not in orbits around any star.

"Those planets were recently observed in galaxy RX J1131-1237, 3 billion light years from the Silky Way, by Chandra, the telescope," explains Ubeyou. 

"That's ahha great news, but we want to cel..." says Alfeem.

Alfanda interrupts, "to celebrate the anniversary of Explorer One."  

"No party until we finish class," Ubeyou insists. "Explorer One discovered that the outer space between heavy matter is not empty. At an altitude of 500 to 58000 kilometers radiation belts, sometimes called Van Allen, are a zone of energetic charged particles originating from stellar wind or supernova cosmic ray and trapped by a planet's magnetic field."

They discuss and evaluate more astronomic headlines:  

Bright yellow dwarf KIC 3542116 dims again, as observed by the Kepler telescope, then rebrightens as a swarm of comets transits its ancient light. They are the first comets sighted in a distant galaxy. 

Galactic images of the day are encircling solar filaments and elementary nature of Casseopeia.

On the Inner Hemisphere foragers discover leaves that can sprout through snowfall, such as onion grass, running cedar (Diphasiastrum digitatum) and baby potherbs.            Mineralogists identify rock structures on the wall of grove park including calcite deposits, gnisst,  streaks of feldspar in the amphibolite and sedimentary layers of sandstone/clay.          The first annual Mars Hall Fermenters Festival  proves a success. Wild Woot checks the stability of subtropic freshwater and sinkholes with odd names like Toilet Bowl Spring, Alafia River mini rapid, hidden sulphur flow, Devil Millhopper...          ZGB Daqlen wheels his food cart across red oak planks past the Norwegian wood stove to press buttons on the Bosch dishwasher. He explores the texture of window shades, clicks the doorknob to the outdoor area, helps to stack kindling wood, climbs up the daycare book case until it collapses, stares at the Medieval Market dancers, marches up the avenue disguised as a bumble bee, ...       At this hour Woodfin sector residents rush to wash their party clothes before the superbowling event. The astronomical laundry room is crowded as hell. 

))))) Finding Oppy (((((

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"mmMama, do we need a Deep Filtering algorithmmm to find rover Oppy?" Alfanda asks.

"Deep Filtering lowers errors in measuring gravitational waves. But we don't need that to locate Oppy. Simply spin 147840sp (147840 spokes = 28 miles) from its landing site," I explain.

"That would be Perhserhverhence Valley," says Alfom.

Alfeem and Ubeyou adjust the spokes for a field trip to Perserverance Valley,

What a sight, two eBikes transporting five riders silhouetted against the vast Vera Ruben Ridge, Yellowknife Bay in the foreground.

An unexpected shout projects across Endurance Crater, "Mama, down there, is that ahha petriified blueberry?"  Alfeem asks.

I dismount to examine the spherule. "No, Feem, it appears to be blue gray hematite, the oldest known iron oxide mineral."

Hmm, let's examine what is beneath the surface of Fe2O3:

It is a polar covalent compound with ionic character. Which means ...(explanation to follow)

Four spherical energy levels surround the nucleus (26 protons and 30 neutrons) of the iron atom. Electrons waver; 3 on the first level, 8 on the second, 14 on the third and 2 at the fourth.

Two energy levels around the oxygen atom display 2 wavering electrons on level one and 6 on level two. 

The model of iron(lll) oxide looks like this:     O=Fe-O-Fe=O       Oxygen is the most abundant element in the Bioverse.

Question- If the Fe2O3 molecule weighs 2(9.273796X10^-23)g+3(2.66X10^-23)g, how many molecules of this compound equals one gram of hematite?

Question 2- If the atomic radius of Oxygen is 60pm (picometers) and of Fe is 126pm, is it possible to calculate the surface area of the Fe2O3 molecule?

At the quantum level, if there are 2 up quarks in each proton and 1 up quark in each neutron, how many up quarks are contained in one iron(lll) oxide molecule. and what is the total weight of up quarks, assuming each is 10^-30 kg? Does anything change if neutrinos pass though our hematite sample, such as decay?

At eye level, rover Oppy approaches us. We set up camp on the smooth valley floor beneath a shale overhang. My Trippplets settle into their sleeppouch as I read to them:

(continued from the state story, chapter 2, Newborn Land)...   ...   crustal crystallization in action. 

The heat wave enters carrying a tropical depression. The first cloud moves to Florida.

 (a rainstick/udu/guitar rhythm accompanies dancers, you, and a chantor, someone else.)

Chantor:

Newborn land gathers clouds. Oligocene.

Vapor sails down the wind, Gulf to Gulfstream.

Pressure drops. Nimbus twist the horizon.

(rhythm continues)

Thunder jolts troposphere, central ridge to sands.

Thunder jolts troposphere, central ridge to sands.

(rhythm improvisation as you, the dancers, look for the cloud fabric and connect to the clouds, then dance holding them.)

(back to chanting rhythm and chant as dance continues)

Chantor:

Newborn land gathers clouds. Oligocene.

Vapor sails down the wind, Gulf to Gulfstream.

Pressure drops. Nimbus twist the horizon.

Newborn mist hugs her shoreline five hundred miles.

Newborn mist hugs her shoreline five hundred miles.

Newborn land, newborn mist. Oligocene,

(rhythmic interlude conveys passing of time)

))))) Rye Mice (((((

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Rust red haze freezes onto the ridge of Olympus Mons during early morn. The deposits resemble a parade of mice marching along delicate waves of rye. This phenomena occurs now, when the double supermoon projects photons across the Outer Hemisphere. My Trippps stare in amazement.

"Mama Marhzee, how would a hemispherhe evolve without the delicate touch of Rhye Mice?" Alfom asks.  

Ubeyou answers. "Without Rye Mice, spin would fluctuate resulting in varied day lengths."

"In the Rue Ridge sector of the Inner Hemisphere, occurrences of those sparkling white formations keep the seasons regulated," I add.

"And look, Rye Mice, ahha here, shines rust red!" Alfeem exclaims.

Alfanda retrieves the Loos Leaf files from Botta's saddle pouch and finds an entry about Rye Mice: 

BLUE RIDGE RIME

A world without Rime Ice does not revolve.

It sinks into meteorological distress,

blue ridges without icy white boughs.

Without nature's touch a world cannot evolve,

ancestral beginnings unresolved, featherless ceremony

on idle lands, sky frowning.

Gold panning days end in dreams of blank places

with no gleaming ore, with no beaming faces.

A muted Kestrel does not sing.

It sinks into orinthological distress.

LEAF music flattens into timeless smog,

folk art reclaimed by dimensionless bog

where a Fairview firefly vanishes

devoid of glow without your sustainable flame.

Without your renewable caress

acid rains endanger the Nantahala Wilderness,

spring buds and frosty Rime unseen.

Only the McCormick diamond remains green. 

Nothing revolves but a spinning baseball;

though nearby, a world with Rime Ice,

combing the slopes, does revolve. 

(Rime Ice is a natural phenomena formed by fog freezing onto higher elevations.)

### Third Phalloween ###

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Marzy commemorates the third Phalloween incognito, spinning alongside an alien space rock in an extreme orbit from another solar system.

Groupings of Outer Hemi escarpments and dikes resemble a pumpkin during this season

On the mailboxes of the Inner Hemi, lichens shape themselves into strange masks.

 ### Ubeyou Posting ###

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Future is unavoidable.

As it shifts to a yesterday, new tomorrows take shape.

For Marzy, the rift near equatorial Marte Vallis could widen drastically breaking apart the Outer Hemi, leaving the Trippps, ebike Botta and myself on the Fringe of time/place.

Before the entire Cloud is enveloped into that gravitational sandwich, read on.

>>>>> Phonon Cookie <<<<<

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"Can a cookie exist without phonons?" Alfom wonders as he munches on a snack.

An elementary vibrational motion on a lattice of atoms oscillates transversely in every direction within liquids as well as solids.

"Simply put, phonons oscillate like a slinky toy, wherever matter exists," I explain to the Trippps.

"A cookie is mmmatter, Alfommm," says Alfanda, "and so are we."

"But Fanda, do we have mass in an alternate rheality?" Alfom says. After all, it is questionable whetherh we arhe tangible orh whetherh we arhe frhagments of Mama  Marhzee's imagination, while she posts on this ebsite."

"Pay attention, my Trippps. Today's EXO lesson is a recipe for the Phonon Cookie," I announce.

Recipe for the Phonon Cookie: 

1/2 kilo freshly ground minerals....      ..... (2continue)

>>>>> Galaxtic Storm <<<<<

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The cloud bands of Squirma reach into the void of our Silky Way, heading toward Andromeda.

That storm interrupted EXO school class on most hemispheres. It disrupted ebike routes, CP communication and alternate currents.

Indeed, Squirma raged upon all in its trajectory, gusts of flooded memories, lost hummingbirds, windburned hearts.

Here at Marte Vallis, my Trippplets and I remain sheltered.

On the Inner Hemisphere, a homeless couple, with bedroll and plastic sack, return to their Galaxy of fallen branches.

>>>>> Welcome Red Panda <<<<<

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Your ancester was excavated recently, Red Panda, on the Inner Hemisphere's Gray Fossill Sector.

Paleotologists speculate that its tail was long and shaggy like yours.  A soft double layered coat....  

Well, we are about to explore the outcrop of basalt at Marte Vallis, speculating ancestral habitation at that site.

"Today's EXO class is the field trip to Marte Vallis," I announce to my Trippplets.

"Yea, not ahha boring post eclipse lesson," Alfeem responds.

Alfom clips the e trailer to Botta's rear fender. Alfeem and Alfanda gather provisions. 

And we spin toward the adjacent meridian 

"mmMama, I'mmm so excited, the hexagonal formmmations are rising at the skyline!" says Alfanda

Beep bop ba doop. We arrive at Vallis overhang to embark on a long, no

no, a very short hike. Glaring at us from the rock wall 

are eye sockets of ancestral Red Panda.

"Alfanda, you and Alfeem take notes while Alfom and I brush its teeth," I tell them.

Notes, Parailurus, ancestor of present day Ailurus fulgens:

Molariform expands grinding surface, power bite for consuming bamboo

Sheering cheek teeth

Broad skeletal paw recurved, semi retractable claw

Powerful forelimb and back to propel vertical surface.

Sesamoid bone, false thumb pincer action.

Tail counterbalance for nimbleness

Nocturnal to escape heat

Born inside tree hollow

DAQLEN, this Red Panda skeleton is your gift.

Happy Birthweek to you.

>>>>> PESD, Post Ecliptic SD <<<<<

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When the hypotenuse of the cerebral cortex does not equal "a" squared plus "b" squared, then it is likely that the sun's corona effected the stress order of the ecyclist.

Post Ecliptic Stress Disorder, PESD, is not an uncommon symptom after major celestial events.

MAP, Mileage Paranoia, is caused by an observer spinning two long days to observe two short minutes of totality. "Oh, no, how could I do this to my wheels. Shorten their lifespan. I can't forgive myself ! "

BSD, BiSolar Depression, when the observer sees his solar system as binary, hallucinating two Suns in the sky simultaneously. Caused by total cloud coverage during his eclipse. If there could be a second sun, that corona would not be obstructed.

SSC, Solar Shade Cleptomania, is caused by protective shades failure during the solar show, so the observer is driven to clept as many shades as possible for viewing the next eclipse successfully.

When an observer sits for hours in an unmowed field, waiting for totality, it is likely that chiggers will attack. This results in SIS, Severe Insomnia Syndrome.....   

I am preparing the next EXO homeschool class. Unsuccessfully. It's a boring topic. My Tripppplets will be disappointed. I should scrap this lesson. Rip rip crinkle zip. Begin again.

Any suggestions?

How about ES, Eclipse Statistics? Percentage of unobstructed photospheres.

I will need some help from you.

Please send your viewing experience, clear or clouded, with elevation and location, to floridawn@gmail.com

I'm feeling a bit PESD.

>>>>> TMA The Morning After <<<<<

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TMA the great solar moment, EXO homeschool classes begin at Hellas Planitia, the largest known crater in the Bioverse.

This daun Ubeyou teaches current shadow events.

"A new moon transited across the sun just a few astro hours ago," says Ubeyou. "Can anyone comment

on predictions related to this?"

Alfom raises his hand, "Mayans calculated these lunarh trhansits durhing the 1257 yearh span of theirh calendarh."

Alfanda comments, "When viewed frommm the Inner Hemmmi, the mmmoon mmmust be at its orbital perigee on the line of nodes

to assure commmplete precise coverage of that sun."

"What did we learn by viewing the shadow? " Ubeyou asks.

"Ourh telescopic lenses enabled us to estimate the speed of the shadow, crhossing that sectorh at 11760000 spokes perh hourh,"

replies Alfom.

During Marzy's jump between Hemispheres in 0114 AT, did you observe an ebike transiting across your sun?

>>>>> Shadow Chasers <<<<<

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They pack extra solar shades for safe viewing.

They recalculate the Saros factor to confirm the moment of totality in their respective viewing locations,

i.e., on the Inner Hemisphere, orbits of moon and planet intersect every 18 years 11 days plus 8 hours.

 Hemisphereans also review precession, as their axis

changes tilt, 3 degrees from Vega to Polaris, every 23K years,

They also review the eccentricity of their ellipse which cycles in 100K year increments.

Shadow Chasers'  supplies must be in order: water pouches, rations of nutriment, T paper, kid car seat    .....     

Fuel is purchased ahead of schedule: xenon, spare ebike charger, petro in sectors where

 renewables are endangered.    .......  

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The Shadow Chasers spin toward the path of totality, passing

Sylva gemstones 

Fay Buddies billboard

Stardust Motel

Eclipse Traffic sign

Culasahaji waterway

Equus 

Benny's Tire Barn

Ruby Cinema

SR76

Subie Shop

Micklers Gourds

They brake, spread their groundcloth, adjust tent poles, unroll sleepouches.

They take a dip in the shoals before the coyote concert.

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The Shadow Chasers undo camp and spin ten more minutes to their viewing site,

a rural churchyard backlit by distant mountains.

They spread the groundcloth again, picnic, take photos...

Phase 1, 1:36 their time, coverage begins.

Phase 2, 3, Eyes protected, they glare in amazement, then the diamond glares back at them.

TOTALITY.   The Chasers' joyous screams reach across to the horizon's dusk,

as the Moon's passage engulfs the shadow of gravestones.

Phase 5, 6. Daylight returns. All Shadow Chasers exit their viewing sites, 

feeling different from when they arrived.

The chromospheric rays take a place in their memory banks as they return home, passing

Highlands Way

Ore Yonder

Shady Lane

Knats Hollow

Sassafras Gap

Wormy chestnut antiques

Black Bear Paving on SR107

WCU entrance

Cripple Creek 

Crawling traffic to their respective households.

>>>>> The Gravity Bellz <<<<<

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The Bellz image, ringing in multiple directions simultaneously, protrudes from the curvature of a Hemisphere to represent the gravitational field that extends from a celestial body.

"Ahha Gravity Bellz should not be confused with ahha MeV Bell," Alfeem reminds us.

"Nor with the Kron Bolster, the twelve foot high Kronos Agitator, Plasmmma Looper, Deuteron Beammmer, Ebike Accelerator, Proton Blender housed in an underground lab during WW2, Uraniummm Breeder, Mercury Ionizer, Photon Depository, Debus Surger, Berylliummm Commmpounder, nor Vortex Tube," continues Alfanda.

Where Bellz fields overlap are zero gravity areas.

"Not to be mmmistaken for the Graviton Well, for the Lithiummmm Condenser," continues Alfanda, 

"the Brane Theory Driver and axially symmmetrical Electron Smmmasher."

From Iapygia on the Outer Hemisphere, the Gravity Bellz appears as misty sprinkles extending into the Bioverse from each point of distant celestial surfaces.

"Mama, our ahha half of the Solar Bellz reaches toward us like ahha huge electrical discharge of non thermal radiation where glows of lightning ahha flash," says Alfeem enthusiastically.

"Not a Thoriummm Refinery with three inch thick cerammmic that covers two contra rotating drummms, one inside the other, spinning on a commmon axis," continues Alfanda, "not a Muon Dispenser, Sandfor Expander, Sethh Extractor nor Nucleon Scanner." 

Ring. Ring. Scammer likely. Don't pick up.

>>>>> Places That Hinge <<<<<

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ZGB Daqlen explores places that hinge: pages in the FlutterBy book,

Velcro on his Surfprizes, toilet seat hinge,

where cabinet handles attach and where the cooler opens.

At Gay Street Amphitheater he examines the stage set which hinges to change scenes.

Does the Pirates' plank hinge?

He watches the Family Tone's jawbones hinging to produce amplified melodies.

Daqlen unhinges his wrist to slap Daddy's drum mimmicking Chief Shaka Zulu.     

His multi hinged fingers shake the keychain, pull the canine collar,

empty all reachable drawers,

toss stones down the porch stairway.

Daq discovers the place where nature hinges:

the point which attaches this stem to that twig

giving the leaf mobility to explore the wind. 

No leaves here at this Equatorial rust red sector where I tap on Botta's CP  to document Daqlen's progression with hinges. 

No hinges here except for the ebike's e pouch covers.

>>>>> Dusst Day <<<<<

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Do we classify Dusst as bosonic or fermion particles?

We should know which. After all, he occupies a quantum branch on our family tree.

Bosons, the force carriers, i.e. gluons and photons, any objects with integer spin and even number of fermions, can occupy the same place simultaneously.

Fermions, associates of matter, I.e. protons and electrons, any object with half integer spin and odd number of fermions, cannot occupy the same place simultaneously.

Perhaps Dusst prefers to be in the company of quarky baryons, held together in a nucleon. Or hang out with lightweights: the pion, neutrino or lepton.

✏️ ✏️  This is a card for you ✏️ ✏️

It's a composite day. Classify yourself, Dusst, son.

Begin your forty first orbit with questions, don't end it without dynamic evaluation.

Loving spins,          Marzy mOm 

>>>>> Confused About Fusion <<<<<

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"Why did timmme begin?"

"And ahha how?"

"Was it by fission or fusion, Mama Marhzee?"

My Trippplets organize their questions according to the laws of quantum chromodynamics. When will I answer them? I, as well, am unclear about nucleonic inter reactions. This confusion interferes with my ability to chronicle recent events on the Inner and Outer Hemispheres, such as the curly cucumber encounter at the Newroots booth, gAbby's post and beams in Frisbee Brush, the shindig at Sandy Mush, rhythmic festival at Zillicoa with ...             (2continue) .........          

>>>>> Solar Intents <<<<<

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The AstroTeam inspects the payload of their balloon in preparation for a solar launch from the Pisgah sector

where first images of the lunar surface were downloaded, an ideal location for satellite tracking due to high concentrations of Mica along the Brew Ridge which serves as a natural shield from radio wave interference.

The Mica also protects that site from rogue frequencies due to Daqlen's zero gravity training. He continues crawlsprinting with sudden turns that contract his tendons as well as time/place. His diaper bulges when he is tossed toward the sun. During drop down to Guildford, Daq flops hands behind his neck like ailerons changing the course of the atmosphere.

His splashing technique defies the law of centrifugal force.

Meanwhile, on the Outer Hemisphere. Alfom informs me,"We have new prhotective glasses forh solarh viewing, Mama Marhzee. Look."

"Our ingenious Alfom helped put them together," explains Ubeyou. "We use flexible tinted Mica, a material similar to our ebike AstroWear."

"Ourh device has trhansition zoom lenses coverhing each eye," continues Alfom, "so that we can watch brhight astrho events safely and upclose, daytime or nigh."

"The AstroClub could distribute these glasses to their followers," I suggest, but realize that the Inner Hemi orbits the back side of the sun this season, too distant for lens deliveries.

I try on the new device and ponder.

Great Bear Story

It happened north of town last week. Thump. Buncombe the Bear toppled a trash barrel and snatched a sack of Luella's leftover BBQ. We watched from our kitchen window.

ThumP da BAM BAM SLAP SLAM

What the -?-

Our neighbor, half naked with an African mask strapped at the waist, banging ferociously on a drum skin, chased Buncombe away from the yard past Reems Creek fire station over to Asheville Pizza on Merrimon up WT Weaver Blvd beside the Farside Farm truck where buckling bear knees thumped against the bumper, toppling dozens of cartons onto UNC parking area 16.

And that's why there were no eggs for you last week at the Tailgate Market.      

>>>>> Rutt Land <<<<<

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"Does consciousness expand?"

"And if so, does it expand at the sammme rate as the Bioverse?"

Alfom and Alfanda have questions upon my arrival from Rutt Land.

"Well, Supernovas explode with equal amounts of energy to provide the Hubble Constant," I reply. "Let's consider that consciousness, as well as the Cosmos, expands astronomically at one micrometer per hour."

"Yes, mmMama, we can test this against a cosmmmic mmmicrowave background which encodes a picture of the earliest protons and electrons!!" Alfanda exclaims.

"Without atomic parhticles, consciousness could not occurh," adds Alfom.

It is difficult to discuss physix, as the delays at Rutt Land keep me dizzy from exhaustion, having dealt with every aspect of home life that agitated Gramma. The meals, the caregivers, the car mileage. Too many pills. Not enough pills. 

Call 911. No, don't, I'm fine here by myself.

Doctors incompetent. Back pain unbearable. Calls to hospital in Mexico.

Why is your ebike parked in the woods? Why am I still alive?

Finally Gramma sleeps calmly, under care at Sunset village.

"Mama Marhzee, something happens to a thought after it is experhienced," Alfom remarks. "Would we exist if you didn't wrhite about us?"

>>>>>Asterisms Ahead <<<<<

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Ahead, behind, above and below ZGB Daqlen finds asterisms...

A group of friendly ants create a dark wavy pattern as they scurry along those porch boards.

Bits of newspaper, torn apart by Daq fingers, are scattered like constellations on his blue blanket. Daneb in the Swan, Vega in the Harp and flickering Altair in the Eagle form the Summer Triangle on the eastern sky, as Venus and Mercury rise. 

The Asterisms vary somewhat when viewed from the Tharsis sector on the Outer Hemisphere. At this day's end, as the sky changes from yellowish rust red brown to violet and pink (except for blue surrounding the setting sun), Alfeem shouts, "Wow, the Moon, Jupiter and Inner Hemi form ahha three sided Asterism ninety degrees from the horizon."

"Look, sommme dark mmmatter is transitting across the crescents!" Alfanda exclaims.

"Like the dust patterns on our ahha ebike lantern," remarks Alfeem.

>>>>> Rusty Patched Bombus <<<<<

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'Tis the season to be pollinated. 

Joyously, Inner Hemisphereans continue sowing spring ephemerals, ninebark and bee balm to provide habitat for Bumble colonies. To reciprocate, worker bees provide pollination for our ecosystem by attaching themselves to flowers where they reverberate passionately at 400 times per second, the only frequency that releases tomato producing pollen.

Thank you, Bombus troupe, for that colliding presentation. 

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"I'm interhested in conserhving bumble bees. But how can I help the Wildlife serhvice frhom out herhe at equatorhial slope lineae of Valles Marinerhis?" Alfom asks Ubeyou.

Ubeyou turns his ebike upside down. "Fom, I am reconfiguring the wheel components. 3-2-1, now. Spin the pedals with your hands while I activate the electromagnetic force. It will send a strong nucleic signal throughout the Bioverse to protect the Rusty Patched Bumble Bee.

Or better, if you spot one in your yard, send an image to bryan_tompkins@fws.gov 

>>>>> The Saline Ravine <<<<<

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They can't see me. My skin is camouflaged against the deep rust red salt rock. The salt becomes me. I become salt, caught motionless in a deka of time at the edge of this ravine. At the bottom of the ravine, their voices are muffed by inverse echoes.

"What is this ahha place?" Alfeem asks.

"Looks like a natural salt bridge, Feemmm," replies Alfanda.

I can read their lips through the magnification crystal surrounding me.

"I mean, why is that ahha desk under the bridge, Fanda."

"It's a mmmini bridge."

"No, it's ahha desk."

"Feemmm, you're right. It must be mmMama's office. Her ebike is parked here."

Excitedly Alfeem and Alfanda rummage through my paperwork, image bytes, desktop and stack of personal items.

"Look at these ahha notes, Fanda."

.....     particles that are their own anti particles, Majorana fermions, stable row of single atoms,     with fermion on both ends of strand.      ........     .....quantum state that is both one and zero, atoms with spin arrange themselves on superconductor, quibit .......  allow current to flow unimpeded ....

 ... determinis....    

...  (2continue)

>>>>> Central Incisor <<<<<

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His first tooth rises

translucent 

against the night sky. 

>>>>> Message from Hazel <<<<<

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Thursday thatOgjmdw y

Kirby vigikgmfkkck

(Two year old Hazel evaluates Daq's elimination training via random keys and spellchecker.)

>>>>> Endangered <<<<<

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Along the slope of Olympus Mons, we dedicate this hour to the most fragile species. 

In fact, all elements here are sparsely distributed.

 Fungi protect themselves beneath cliff overhangs. 

Thermophiles expose themselves on bare rock. Hematite colonies exist in fear of extinction by erosion.

On the Inner Hemisphere, endangered species are celebrated for the entire day.

The owlet nightjar of new Calodonia is the most elusive bird, practically nonexistent, only one or more remain. 

At the edge of an Afrik forest more than a hundred years ago, an offset of Woods Cycad was collected for cultivation. That plant species is now extinct in the wild. 

The 230mm mole salamander Axolotl finds sanctuary, from sewage disposal, in a remote area of its 10 km sq habitat in Chalco Canal, away from hunters who prize it as a delicacy.

The rarest creature, Marzy, spins away from the bustling transfer station to her sanctuary at the science meetup.

She spins away from the science meetup to find sanctuary at her bustling transfer station.  ...

The evening casts its moonlight on the 'Freedom from GMO' rallies all across the Bioverse.

>>>>> Polymers on Mars <<<<<

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Where have all    the flowers   gone   ...  NO NO, begin again:

\/\/ |-| ERE  |-| /-\ \/ E  /-\ |_ |_     (tM)

Where have all   the plastics   gone?

To   the o ocean.

Bags and bits   of sty ro foam    drift far   from home.

Where are all   the poly mers?

Over board to coral    reefs.

Some land on Martian    shores.

How will we clearr   the debris?

>>>>> Immensity to Minutity <<<<<

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TAXIS  /\/ATURA  |_OGOS    (tM)

Size                         Time                       Brightness

_________              ___________         ____________

multiverse               15Gyr span.              quasar

galaxy                     cosmic epoch           neutrino blast

supernova             phanerozoic eon        supernova 

planetoid               paleozoic era              lightning

martian rift           quaternary period     -27 mag sun

2 mile fungus      holocene epoch     505Lum ebike lamp

90' Baleantoptera    millennium                1 candela

.0055" fairy fly.         four score                  black hole

prokaryotic cell.       annum.                     

chromosome.          minute                      Speed

gene molecule        Instagram.               ____________       

CRISPR cas9.        femto second          c=671million mph

neucleotide.                                            sound=767mph

carbon pentose.      Density.                 nuon commotion

nitrogen atom.        ____________       38mph=c if laser

hadron                   neutron star              in cold sodium

quark                    osmium                   starfish moving 

neutrino                 Bambusa                absolute zero

                              Cnidaria

Energy/force.          clouds                     Waves

__________.           hydrogen                ___________

strong force.                                            gravity

heat.                        Weight.                   gamma

acceleration.            __________.          tsunami 

earthquake.             NGC 4889.             X-ray 

photosynthesis.       yotta whale.            micro wave

whip.                        Marzy in kg            ultra violet

handshake   .....       Picoides .              visible light

egg beater                feather                   infrared 

kiss                           yocto gram            radio ripple

whisper                                                 sound compression

reem dream              Distance              olfactory drift

                                  ________

                                  yotta lightyear 

                          km to fast food from Mars

                                 Boston marathon

                                   zepto meter

           Form

_____________

(Exotic to simple).  quasi crystal     phi     superfluid

          quantum processor       genome twists

star trekker Odo    stalactite    decahedral snowflake

exo donut    oblate spheroid    Giza pyramid   parabola

                                        line

                                       point

                                          .                   

>>>>> Procyon or Procyon <<<<<

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Meet the Procyons. 

Both are nocturnal. Rising with Sirius after sunset, Procyon CM has a magnitude of .4, the same brightness as Procyon LL's eyes when a LED is pointed at them.

Procyon CM, a yellow white star of spectral class F5 IV-V, has a rotation period of 23 days. 

In 23 seconds Procyon LL, with her kits, can spin around a trash barrel, scale its surface, unlatch the lid mechanism and empty debris. Muscle fiber pinnation and corollary action between two or more joints are important factors in determining fiber length, providing dexterity.

Procyon of Canis Minor generates energy by stellar nucleosynthesis, when a natural abundance of elements in a star change due to nuclear fusion. The hydrogen fuses 4 protons to form a He-4 nucleus.

Procyon lotor of Linneus generates energy like the digestive tract of an ecyclist, ingestion-absorption-elimination, using enzymes secreted by endocrine glands. Nucleases are enzymes that split nucleic acids into nucleotides. Methanogens in the intestines recycle hydrogen by combining it with carbon dioxide to produce methane, a unique gas, one of the by products of bacterial fermentation.

RA 7h 38.9m, Dec.+5 degrees 15' is the sky position of Procyon Canis Minor, 11.7 light years away.

Procyon lotor of Linneus and family, with rings around their mischievous tails and mental attributes of reasoning, are located 11.7 feet behind your bedroom window. 

>>>>> Echidna Lands <<<<<

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A new probe to be launched, the Echidna Lander (not named after the Grecian Echidna, Mother of all mythological monsters) is modeled after the Echidna puggle (hatched in Mother Monotreme's pouch) that trundles across Taronga.

Unlike the Marsnik whose image transfer device exploded in the sixtie's liftoff, this Echidna probe will not fail. Superior components include an electroreceptive system on the snout to detect possible malfunctions, also engineered to locate quality soil. A Tacchyglossus (fast tongue) is designed to collect a wide range of surface and subterranean samples. Backward facing rear claws provide stability while trundling across undeveloped terrain. 

The Echidna can survive up to fifty years with its slow metabolic mechanism and natural resistance to CO2 radiation. During brush fires, it can roll up into a ball, temporarily shutting itself down in a state of torpor. Echidna's structure is shielded by spines and fur which provide protection against any hemispheric encounter, such as alien quadrupeds, gravity fluctuations, low atmospheric pressure and extreme weather.

The frontal sensors of the Echidna Lander are being tested for functions to analyze climate cycles in mineral mounds, to detect Insecta tunnels and to gauge market price for precious larvae fossils.

For the best possible evaluation, my crew, with sweepers attached to their ebike to clear rust red dust from hematite deposits, are in the process of staging the site of Echidna Lander's drop down.

3-2-1 lift off, the Echidnappraiser is on the way.

>>>>> Organizing €ntropy <<<<<

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€NTROPIA  TAXIS     (tM)  (traitMark Marzy L E)

              iceberg    geyser

            formed         thermal

          melt                   pressure

    ra ndo m                explosIVE

        reaction                action

     ^H - T^S   =   warming of tundras

      breakdown of .en.thral.py.   =  mc2

      charge for free energy

            ebike battery

            lithium   ions

      __            +             __

             equilibrium 

             in  a  mol's

             system = €

(where ^ is Delta, € is €ntropy)

>>>>> Categorizing €ntity <<<<<

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CLASSIS €NTITAS       (tM traitMark Marzy L E)

              non

          singularity

            diversity 

intangibles          ~~~          naturalias

   instinct.                       bio.    ~~     geo (inorg)

   logistics                cell fission     dark mass

   nest design           species         gravity, light

   philosophy.           life span        rock fluid gas

    artificials              necrosis        erosion

    viral                      decay            dust

   deletion.                      dissipation

   quantum                       essence

    reboot                      regeneration

    this ebsite.          grandsons    ebike elements

                               ZG Daqlen         

                    ~~~~~~~~~~ beauty ~~~~~~~~~

>>>>> Photuris trumps Photinus <<<<<

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Nothing is more demising to a male Photinus than a female Photuris. Because

After Photuris mates with her own species, her flashing lantern, with jagged scales to enhance the brightness, mimmicks the signal of a Photinus female. (My ebike flashers are infrared as not to interfere with the cycle of Appalachian fireflies, including their distant Hexapoda family, the extremophiles, inhabiting the voids of this rust red terrain where my wheels now spin.)

Photuris fem attracts the manly Photinus, attacks him and devours his insectuous body which contains lucipufagens that protect her eggs and herself from being eaten by Phidippus, the angry jumping spider. Meanwhile the Photinus female becomes extremely jealous of Photuris because

Photuris killed her boyfriend. And she couldn't kill him first.

Her Photinus lantern is not as attractive as Photuris.

>>>>> Pon Jotter <<<<<

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His Dar Havidson crosses that rocky culvert.

My Botta jumps from the edge of this Mons crater.

Our wheels meet between Hemispheres. Briefly. 1/35000 of a life expectancy.

During this fraction of time we exchange greetings, share family news and delve into the past, reshaping a distant fondness. 

An element of sadness in our eyes tell of previous attempts to reconnect. In a mere femto second, that element is displaced by glimmers. His smile tells of how vineyards saved his daughter Fennijer from a fatal crash. He pulls up an image, proudly, from her graphic novel site on the CP screen. I scroll from there to show him Miisha's dreamscape of Castle Wisp.

We chit chat. Egg salad doesn't agree with Pon. I tell him that angels and I have a serious personality clash. When I look up at his hair he says, "It's not been cut since I left the Navy." When he asks about my skin tone, I explain, " It changed to this deep rust red from exposure to haze on the Pluton."

This moonth Pon Jotter plans to cross many culverts with his lovely wife.

I will spin solo from right to left hemispheres.

>>>>> Blue Ghosts <<<<<

    (Phausis reticulate)

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Whack. Grapple. Lop.

My crew sets up camp on Olympus Mons, highest mount in our Sol System. I watch them from the far side of the cratered summit. Diligently Ubeyou pitches geodesic tents, lines up rust red jugs for tapping magma vapor and adjusts the UVXradioscopes. The Trippps test the lenses by focusing at precisely one light year away on the Blue Ridge sector where their alternate brother, ZG Daq, is disrupting parenthood all across the Inner Hemi:

Daq climbs out of his pacnsac, flop to the floor.

He tosses pajamas out of the drawer.

Opens the diaper pail

Throws books off the bottom shelf.

Topples the trash.

Pulls the dish towel off the rod.

He latches on to sister Nova's tail, riding the carpet until he lets go.

Unscrews the cabinet handle which he holds in his mouth, then bangs it on the floor.

Slams his hands onto daddy's dessert plate, thinking it's a drum, whereby blueberry crisp and shattered pieces of ceramic spin across the dining table.

He samples the stem flavor of ACTR3.

Check, check. Lenses are tested, supplies in order. We are prepared for the Entomolists and Ecyclists expected to arrive for this upcoming glow event. Free family tickets will be distributed at the Outer Hemiphere portal via a lottery system. Or singles can prepay 80sP credits for one Lampyriday Pass.

The Hemispherics Council agree unanimously  to power off lighting and to switch down the grid entirely during this unusually clear nigh sky for the Blue Phausis show.

The scopes reveal an unobstructed view of a half inch male with black elytra and delicate brownish wings. (The female is grub like and flightless.) 

" It's abdomen contains a lamplike organ which will turn on exactly when nature calls," comments Ubeyou.

The countdown begins:

Hour 10, 9, 8...      The first viewers arrive on their ebikes..

"Seven, Six, Five," the Trippps yell.

The Experts spin in.

...4,3 ... Families gather around the scopes.

...hour 2,1... Opening nigh of Blue Ghosts.

A Lamp turns on. Then hundreds of thousands more. 

The crowd is awe struck.

The eerie ground seems adrift where Ghosts swerve  in random paths at the base of trees. Their blue suits of light glow constantly during this hours long ritual.

My Trippplets fall asleep in excited contentment. Ubeyou, ever conscientious, sees that the crowd is comfortable for the nigh. 

Through my OMg, olfactory magnifying gadget, I can experience the flavor of that distant forest, Pungent pine, spicy sassafras, fragrant laurel, savory ferns, mammalian scat, musky earth, earthly decay. My nose glows mimmicking  a phantasmic Blue Ghost. 

"What is the call of Blue? " you ask.

Undetermined.

Sense of smell travels faster than the wave of sound.

>>>>> Ramp Page <<<<<

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During my stay at the saline formations, Alfom decides to research Ramps.

"Wild Rhamps, also known as ACTR3, belong to the Asparhagalic Plantae orhderh. Rhamps prhopogate on the Innerh Hemi in  elevations of morhe orh less 3000 sp along easterhn longitudes up to L48N," he relays his data to Ubeyou.

This is the Ramp's story:

Once upon a Cretaceous time, a hundred million years ago, Angiospermophyta evolved. Through photosynthesis and natural rejection their seeds spread seasonally from hatched egg sacks onto the Appalachian forest floor. Until... the first wild Ramp peeked out from the leafy soil.

Alfom holds up his drawing and points, "These tenderh nutrhitious leaves arhe gatherhed by sl...   "

Ubeyou reviews Alfom's remaining data to check it for accuracy.:

...   nutritious leaves are gathered by slicing them with with a sharp blade leaving one third of the bulb and rootlets intact to remain in their bed until they sprout again next spring. The plan is to cultivate a Ramp colony inside the Nikki entrance of Arsia Mons. That area, formed by collapse of lava tube ceilings, resembles a skylight. Beneath the long skylight is a hundred foot high pile of debris. That pile will be the Ramp site. 

"Mama Marhzee has Rhamp seeds in herh ebike surhvival pouch," Alfom reminds Ubeyou.

And Ubeyou reminds all of us, "Sow and harvest responsibly."

>>>>> Astro Alert <<<<<

new scenario for Galaxy evolution 

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In gusts of Space Wind from Super Massive Black Holes, Stronomers witness birth of infant stars which are redistributed throughout the Bioverse on these ultra fast outbursts.

As observed in collision of IRSF2 3128-5919, heated expanded matter in that galaxy's accretion disk is expelled outward which can quench (suppress) star formation in neighboring regions; yet, at the same time, can burst out baby stars with an outflow rate of 100km/sec. At some point, galaxies consume its dense cool gas which is star forming fuel. Then they shut off. The largest source of uncertainty is determining satellite galaxy or isolated galaxy. Those of different masses respond differently as to what ends their star formation. 

As most touring ecyclists experience while jumping hemispheres, gravity does not just pull, it blows. And by observing the force of distant supernovae, they can calculate how fast galaxies recede or advance toward the spinning ebikes.

>>>>> Proscience Parade <<<<<

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Banners wave throughout the Inner Hemisphere: 

 -Ecology not Tumpology-

 -Salute to Scientists- 

 - mc2=E - Ashevill Redesigns Thinking -

 -Support Your Local FireFLIES-

 -Catch the Wind-

 -Climate ChAnGeS-

Looking down from his ZGB carrier, Daqlen observes parading soles. Strapless sandals. High heeled sneakers. Tie dye work boots. Leather flip flops. He listens to the low frequency clang of a Yak bell which accompanies the proactive chants circulating the atmosphere.

"Cheers to Darwin"

"We Produce Clean Alternate Current"

"Let Picoides Peck"  smallest Woodpecker in US

"Let Free Radicals Ring"

"Stump the Trump- What is Science?"

Meanwhile, Ubeyou and the Trippps celebrate Turfday on the Outer Hemi. They fabricate banners using biochar printed onto long sheets of compressed subterranean fungus. Alfeem and Alfom wrap the fungi banners onto amboo poles which Alfanda twist ties to the ebike frame.

"We are ready to spin, mmmommmentarily," she shouts.

The procession begins as I test the salinity on this cavern wall. Science does not allow me to be in different places at the same time. I long to be with my real families in their disbursed locations. Dusst and Miisha at Castle Wisp, Willbee and his Mythow gang, the gheek twins Deem and Dom, Camlin's aboders, Gramma's subtropic casita, Uncle Alf with his poco monsters. I miss you so much, my heart strings are breaking. Alternate family is nearby, yet out of reach. I am very fond of them as well.Their images are transmitted to me via space haze interfaced onto the inverted crystal bowl of the subsurface. 

There they are. Crossing Gusey Plains. Alfom and Alfeem in the lead. Ubeyou at slow speed throttle. Alfanda parading behind the banner spangled ebike: 

 -Galaxies Collide -astro funds DENIED-

 -Keep Kuriosity Roving- 

 -Meterologists Reign-

 -Superscientificistic Exploration Focus-

 -Brown Dwarf in Pisces = 1/2 STAR & 1/2 PLANET

 -In SOD We Trust-

 -Meet the Zero Gravity Boy, ZG Daq-

 - Dq>5(ps+Ps)¥pt=STt -    

(This means Daqlen did greater than five pees and poos in his potty which equals science of toilet training. I am thrilled that the Trippps are thinking of their half brother.)

 -Learn the Turfday Crawl-

Daqlen performs his first .000005K crawl, inspired by constant movement during the parade. And his half siblings' message on their banner.

>>>>> Remipede Attack <<<<<

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Why did the Remipede cross the cavern?

To get ......       "Hurry. Hide in the sediment," warns cousin Shrimp. " Remi is after us."

Frantically the Shrimp family swims towards safety. But one of them is not quick enough.

The Remipede's pinchers grab its prey and inject a pico liter of neurotoxin

White eyelets bulge in shock. Antennae bend out of shape. Rostrum clatters. Abdomen convulses so drastically that the tail almost breaks off.    One. Slow. Steady gulp takes the shrimp into the digestive cavity of its predator 

My Trippplets observe this attack from inside their waterproof cover that Ubeyou attached to ebike Tanndem. He also attached paddles onto some of the spokes for navigating these alien subsurface waterways.

It was deep into cenotes on the Inner Hemi where Yill Jager, a biological treasure hunter, found thirty species of this new crustacean class, 9 to 55 mm, originating during the Permian.

Now, on the Outer Hemi, Alfom Alfeem and Alfanda are following Remipede specie 31 down to the rust red yellow bacterial mats where it rolls around to clean itself of fleas and absorbs beneficial molecules that give it energy to survive unpredictable pH and sulfide thermoclines.

"Mama, can you give ahha name to specie number 31?" Alfeem requests.

He speaks knowing that I am not nearby and could not hear him. But, for a reason yet untold, I can listen in. The name shall be Jageryillus mipedia.

>>>>>Invitation<<<<<

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Vehojah's witnesses travel door to door across as many constellations as possible. They are well versed in their delusions about Eastar.

INVITATION TO MEET JESUS

They knock at our door bearing a poster of the Crucifixion. 

The young man waves a prayer book in front of my face as the pudgy woman, with lilies on her dress, peers into the hallway. She speaks cordially, "Your home is lovely. And we are inviting you to meet Jesus next week."

"How is this possible?" I ask. "The man was seen in Gaza over two thousand years ago. Will he come forward in time at multiple locations? It sounds intriguing to meet him."

I peer at their neatly stacked pamphlets. "However, as Recyclists, we are forbidden to accept an invitation printed on Virgin paper."

>>>>> Schizophyta's Story <<<<<

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I am Schizophyta, distant cousin to Marzy

We started out as prokaryotic slime. No flagella, no backbones. Nothing but independently maturing daughter cells reproduced by fission.

Marzy and I met on her electric bike. We often discuss how to characterize ourselves as we spin.

"You, Schizophyta, are a cyanobacterium multiplying charismatically on the damp microclimate of my ebike saddle."

"And you, Marzy, exemplify an advanced eukaryotic creature able to pedal and throttle in a single bound."

"Wasn't it our Achaean forefathers who colonized the Isua Greenstone belt three point seven billion years ago?"

"Silicon crystals point to four point one billion. Back then clusters of prehistoric microbes secreted lime to form cone shaped stromatolites in shallow seas."

"A bacterium, similar to your structure, coughed then fossilized in amber tree resin."

"And magneto bacteria sneezed before solidifying on two billion year old rocks."

"Don't forget the Oscillatoria from Bitter Springs, Schizo. And ancestry of the Cambrian explosion."

"Marzy, let's figure out how we began and where. Life could spark from a phosphate based nucleic acid in opaline silica."

"Or brew from a sulfur based metabolic reaction between the layers of potassium mica. Extremophiles burped across the ancient geyser at Busev Crater."

"Like the methanogens in your digestive tract."

"Schizo, your cell wall is tickling my buttocks."

"It's an act of love, Marzy."

>>>>> Green Valley Spiral <<<<<

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Waves of the radiant nigh color pulsate into my bones. Seated on the terrain, back propped against Botta's saddlebag, I wonder if my trippplets ...

"Look, Fanda, Feem, the Silky Way is glowing grheen!" Alfom exclaims.

"Wow, is it from ahha cluster of moisture filtering out the reds and blues? " Alfeem asks.

"I wish mmMama was here to sky gaze with us," sobs Alfanda.

"We should review her lesson about ahha green valleys," suggests Alfeem.

Alfom recalls, "Grheen Valley galaxies arhe rhunning out of gas. They arhe trhansforhming frhom blue shift, when starhs are being borhn, to rhed shift, when starhs begin to burhn out.. Ourh Silky Way is a spirhal in a state of low level starh forhmation, and neighborh Andomeda is practically a zombie galaxy, not quite dead, not in the rhed, but does carrhy six hundred billion morhre starhs than ourh spirhal."

"Out of one hundred billion observable galaxies, how mmmany are green valleys?" Alfanda asks.

>>>>> Galaxy vs Black Hole <<<<<

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"Which cammme first,  galaxies or black hole?" Alfanda asks.

"To answer that, we need to determine where matter was the most dense in the early Bioverse," explains Ubeyou. "Stupendously bright regions in galaxy cores are powered by black holes. Sixty such distant bright quasars are known to astroscience."

"Let's look at Mama Marhzee's notes," suggests Alfom.

--.   ,-------- ..........    ..gas needs to cool and condense  to form new stars. ..processes that can stop cooling=ram pressure stripping as galaxies fall apart into clusters or dwarf orbiting larger galaxies or supernovae that ejects gas ..ram pressure = related to density of stars and dark matter and galaxy velocity..

... .most stars in present Bioverse born ten billion yrs ago , intense star formation at the time occurred thruout galaxies, radio can measure this thru dust. ....present day str frmation occurs in much smaller regions of galaxies      ..young star Elias 2-27 has spiral features in proto planetary disks = solar system born ..spirals in LL Pegasi, a dying giant redstar = strong out flowing gas like sprays of water from a sprinkler

The sky lights up, each star in its appropriate space.

How your name can alter your face.

Silky Way is going green, more gradual decline in star formation ..cold gas depleted as result of heating from its supermassive black hole, Saggitarius A*

13.8 gy or before is singularity next pebble size origin bangs, results in expansion of subatomic particles, atoms, molecules ..coalesce thru gravity in halos of dark matter, eventual star formation..200 my after birth of first stars is oldest cosmic dust, building block of all stars and planets .

..gas feels the pull of gravity from dark matter, then heated by releasing radiation before cooling=turn to stars .. .smallest are primordial black holes=size of single atom with mass of large mountain 

Alfanda, this answers your question: black holes can act as seeds for galaxies. It is htpothesized that supermassive black hole forms the same time as its galaxy.

Galaxy cluster Abell 2744 found youthful Galaxy A2 744 YD4 thru galaxy lensing, magnifies it by 2X in our telescopes. ..supernovae pollute most observed galaxies ..back then A2 produced weight of six million solar masses per year ..optical time machine ..

How does cosmic dust survive fiery supernovae?  ..read at arXiv.org  

>>>>> Ebike to Mars Hill NC <<<<<

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Recharge your electric bike or volts wagon at the Knoll station. Then spin north on e route 25, a longitude that finds more biodiversity than anywhere (except on tropical hemispheres) Keep spinning. Oskerb and his family inhabit the Glorious Forest, where anthropologists found more acorn shells than chestnuts. He remarks, "the giant table of human food from the last ten thousand years is half full with acorns. The high fat nutmeats contain the entire spectrum of protein aminos which are easily digestible after tanin is leached out."

Oskerb points to the leaves of tree species and continues, "Red, white and black oak trees intake mycelium and minerals along the bedrock, as their roots reach deeper into the subsurface than branches reach high."

Muskal, one of the foragers representing Earth Haven, informs us, "This tiny wild apple supplies one hundred times the nutrition of a store bought variety."

Along the ebike trail are bunches of brassica, pine cone pollen and quarts of raspberries. We are spinning into the oldest edible park of this hemisphere.

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Friends huddle around

a log well dressed in ruffles, 

mushrooms to be roasted.

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In an open space

these stems grow tilted

daylilies embrace .           

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Rolling in a patch

of heart shaped leaves

youngsters kiss the violets.          

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In winter's last wind

this sassy aroma blows

from where the wild leeks spring.

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>>>>> Dunesday <<<<<

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In his ZGB carrier Daqlen, with Mommy and Dad, crosses over the sandy mounds to Paws Beach. His sparky eyes watch the playful Lab, friendly Spaniel and romping Vizsla pup whose coats are salty from their jaunt into the waves. The sky turns to dusk. The pack enjoys Dunesday treats as festive coffee sippers meet at Wawa.

Meanwhile, on the Outer Hemi, new aeolian deposits are forming at Bagnold. Ubeyou dismounts his ebike to study these dune formations. "Their downwind  faces, shaped by avalanches, are steeper than their upwind faces." He faces the distant rust red landscape. "Maximum gusts of sixty miles per hour caused dragged ripples, preserved in that sandstone three billion years ago." Ubeyou regroups his thoughts. "Where surface rivers meandered, fluvial channels inverted and curvilinear lineations were scrolled onto equatorial regions."

Aeolian processes erode then build up hemispheric surfaces. 

Wind shapes the dunes. Dunes shape the wind.

A planet shapes each moon into crescents and spheres.

Every phase tells a story.      

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LA ENTRADA A LA NOCHE -- Doorway to the Night

La entrada a la noche es donde esa estrella brilla 

      en el ojo de esta patata pobre.

The doorway to the night is where that star shines

       in the eye of this poor potato.

Estrella con ajo. -- Star with garlic.

Estrella con queso de cabra que la hija hace.

Star with goat cheese that the daughter makes.

Estrella con fragancia del desayuno, la fragancia 

      de la ceniza de la chimenea  

      sobre la ropa negra de la madre. 

Star with fragrance of breakfast, the fragrance

       of ash from the hearth

       on the mother's black dress.

Estrella con tomates que se frien sin aceite

      en el campo caliente donde el padre

      los cosecha estas tardes.

Star with tomatoes that are fried without oil

      in the hot field where the father

      harvests them these afternoons.

Estrella con oscuridad, la luna joven no brilla

      sobre su mesa.

Star with darkness, the young moon does not shine

      on their table.

Estrella con patata por el qual pela el hijo.

Star with potato that the son peels.

Su cuchillo apaga esa estrella, apagando

      la noche.

His knife turns off that star, turning off

      the night.

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Blushing crescent

on the far side of the sky

grins.

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Half moon, it's razor edge

slices the heavens.

Sagittarius bleeds.

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In the dark valley

one flickering firefly

ignites the full moon.

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>>>>> Presidenn's Day <<<<<

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"Do we celebrate ahha Presidenn's Day on the Outer Hemi?" Alfeem asks.

"No, Alfeemmm. Mmmama believes that here we should be concerned with hemmmispheric and planetary events, not the deconstruction of history," Alfanda answers.

"Today, togetherh, we could ask imporhtant questions like whetherh Jopiterh contains a rhocky corhe orh is it pure metallic hydrhogen, forhmed by grhavitational collapse orh forhmed by corhe accrhetion", suggests Alfom. 

My Trippplets interact so wonderfully. But. How is it possible to hear their voices when I am not with them?

"What about the First Lady? Ahha simple story about her wouldn't marginalize events, right?"

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WHAP

Whap, whap. Martha's cherrywood cane is not equipped with a rubber tip. Whapping to the parlor, she focuses on the portrait of George for a long while, unsure who he is. Whap. She turns around to face the south wall, removes her spectacles, looks down into the Appalachian grain of the floorboards, replaces the spectacles across her nose, then looks up at the gas lamp in need of polishing. Apprehensive that the whassy soot will drop, whass, onto her hair, she whaps her silk shoes toward the armoire, in synch with the whap of her cane.

Martha Washington has outlived all her children and both husbands. She feels lost without them. "I wander around trying to locate myself," she remarks to a familiar face behind the tilted frame of the cheval glass. Whap, whap. Whass.

>>>>> Spin to the Salt Cave <<<<<

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"How are we ahha surviving in this extremely low stratospheric pressure!!" Alfeem screams pouncing and waving frantically at me. 

But my pedals won't stop spinning. The magnetometer on my handlebar reads 90000 microTeslas! 4.65 billion year old Augrites (.6mT) and other fossilized meteorites (5-10mTs) were studied to determine when our solar nebula dissipated.  90000 mTs could effect the tilt and orbit of our hemisphere. No wonder I lost control of the ebike.

"Mama Marhzee, will we be safe from the solarh flarhes while you arhe away?" Alfom asks.

"Yes, dear," he's unable to hear me.

Ubeyou does not realize the seriousness of what's happening. He rambles on about long lost phenomena. "Now, Exo homeschoolers (with the help of astrophysicists) can predict the shape of signals emulating from oscillons that fluctuated in clumps from accelerating inflatons (scalar fields dominating the Bioverse after initial expansion). If  some black hole masses were created by inflation, it would imply Quantiverse. Some of these balloon verses could expand and collapse in a short time, without forming anything. Others would have formed billions of stars billions of years ago, before our Bioverse formed. Lest we forget, Enstein predicted gravitational waves warping the shape of time/place."

"mmMama, I fear you won't ..."   Alfanda's voice disintegrates.....

I wake up in the Salt Cave, counting quantum sheep. Unsure of the timeframe. E calendar on the CP flashes:

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The crystal walls are dimly lit by the soft beam of my waist lamp. I recall Frob mentioning that the electromagnetic oscillation coming from this type of transparent crystalline structure induces healthy wavelengths while neutralizing artificial frequencies. And the trace minerals interact to promote strong immune systems.

What is that handwriting behind the salt stalactite? Could be missing pages from the Looss Leaf files:

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THE SLOT                LLf #TS203

While the others sleep, Dorothy slides her walker to the velvety recliner for a midnight snack. Thank goodness she didn't sit on her other favorite chair, in the dining room, which she thinks is a toilet seat.

I offer her a cracker. Ten minutes later the cracker is still in her hand. She stares at it. Slips it up her sleeve. Pulls it out. Pushes it into her sock. Pulls it out. Stares again. Then she slides the cracker down the front of her nightgown.

"Dorothy, is there something I can do for you?" I ask.

"Yes," she replies, "I'm looking for the slot."

Holding her wrist,  I redirect the cracker toward her mouth. And she takes a bite.

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Wait!! That is MY story. How could it be under the name and copyright of Looss Leaf??

>>>>> Rotation 24837 (=?th yr) <<<<<

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What are the plans for this rotation?

"Let's do some solarh flarhe calculation. The highest gamma rhay enerhgy is at 3 billion electrhon volts, billion ton cloud of plasma splooming into space, CME at 5 million mph," explains Alfom.

"Then, let's go ring grazing at Saturn's B level where emmmbedded  mmmoonlets have reshaped ring propellers, and not forget the straw immmages from NAS's Cassini," Alfanda suggests.

"I want to ahha adjust the wheels on roverbott Uriousity. It's moving only one ahha centimeter per second along Ale crater," shouts Alfeem.

"We shall celebrate by taking time off from Exo homeschooling," insists Ubeyou. "Marzy, this is your day. What do you choose to do?"

"After fermented brunch at the Salt Cave with images of ZGB Daqlen's exponential expressions, we'll have a dance party to the beat notes of nonequallibrium matter crystallizing in Place/Time. Then spin into posture for silent drumming. Write a story, time permitting before the 24837th rotation is complete."

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CLAWS

The Bear family crossed this gravel highway to a stand of Appalachian sycamores. Mama selected her trunk, then clawed the bark forcefully. Sister Bear and the four brothers did their best with selecting.

For a long while Mama's cubs practiced the clawing technique, scratch scratch scribble rip. They clawed their bark until an Element wheeled around the switchback at which moment the Bear family scrambled up the ridge. All except Sister who peeked out from behind her trunk to wave at the strange furless creature behind that windshield. Is it you?

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After one year and seven months, this extension has an estimated worth of only $62. "Because the costs of mining and transporting magnetite, ilmenite and metallic meteorites are higher than the value of the minerals themselves, " explains Ubeyou.

Climatic cycles, from the greenhouse effect of volcanic debris, etched rivers and lakes. This rust red terrain is suitable for today's touring ecyclists and roverbotts. Currently the thermoscanner at the equator  reads 70° F noon, down to -100 F midnigh, at the pole minus 165 F. 

Alfanda comments, "Temmmperature is the kinetic energy of wriggling particles. In the lab scientists can design artificial                                      temmmperature by shining squeezed light into an aluminummm drummm (20 micrometers X 100 nanometers) linked to a cooling circuit, to create a photon with the ability to remmmove a phonon. With each phonon remmmoved, a surface reaches closer to absolute zero, when wriggling ceases."  

"Mama, I want to ahha analyze the fossil in this shale, longitude minus 122.19," shouts Alfeem. "Cone shaped ahha hyolith 240 to 530 million years old. Let's reclassify this ahha ancient sea dweller. Species is the missing link of evolution. Now we've solved the ahha palentological puzzle!"   

Enough of this outer hemi site analysis. I miss the rustling leaves on the inner hemisphere, those grazing long horned goats, wild rosehips... 

Sun was fainter 3.8 billion years ago 

"Winds that accelerhated adjacent to Valles Marhinarhis forhmed these rhust rhed rhipples across the terrhain," Alfom informs us.

"And what about ahha gravity, does it make waves?" Alfeem asks.

Ubeyou answers, "Yes. As each gravitational wave passes from the cosmos, it squishes the terrain (and us) making it slightly wider, then the wave stretches objects making them slightly higher. Other waves, such as radio, x-rays and electromagnetic radiation bounce off us, pass through us or absorb into us."

"mmMama, have you seen oceanic non linear internal solitary waves when you lived on the Inner Hemmmisphere?"

Did I imagine that question. Is this place real?

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THE PLACE

Far from the sky, beyond the bright of stars 

lies a daunting place

deep in the heart of imagination.

The place to where being strays 

after usefulness is reaped.

There to the unyielding emptiness arms reach,

veins turning colder than winter branches.

To there a haunted hoof leaps, a lost sole floats.

Femurs rest and rumours cease

as creation ever after sleeps. 

Imagine the place, or not.  

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"Do cats believe in ahha heaven?"

An unlikely thought from my crew.

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S.C.A.T.  Local Transit 

Kitty rides when it rains, rides the SCAT bus  

that departs transit central for CitizensTrust  

with a transfer to Calico Corners at dusk

where alley cats loiter, their beady eyes waiting

for handouts from Pelican Lady.

Kitty counts the umbrellas parading this route. 

Cougars, out loud, read the bus headline news:

For stop requests pull on Somalia's fur suit.

Emissions controlled by the Pusses in Boots.

Discounted fares for all senior Siamese.

Dispose of used scratch boxes properly please.

Catnip prohibited.  

No toking weeds. 

Reserve seats in front for our disabled Persians. 

Affirmative action for chocolate Himalayans.

whose transport is sponsored by friends of Abyssinians.

For purring disorders call 9-1-1 Lives.

To reorder kibbles on credit press five.

Kitty is phoneless and hungry, yet dry.

Tabby bowls Milkinson Lanes, not Kitty

whose bus is approaching pet psychic Doe Jane  

as, across the speed humps, Angora's son paces

waiting for service from Flea Ridge to Paw Place. 

Sleek Lioness, marching down the bus aisle,

left Hairball Salon, pedicured, back a mile.

Sylvester and Felix enter laughing in style

Catanadromous, the beachcombing Greek breed,

catches his meal as it spawns from the creek,

then catches this bus. To Kitty he speaks,

"Representing the humane society PAC,

I vote Yes to more funding for Cataracts Act."

Kitty, who rides blurry eyed when it rains,

in need of new lenses, does not complain.

Bengals board safely from circus tent traffic.

Florida Panther is saved at Saint Patrick.

Sabertooth's exit was after Jurassic.

Puma with shiny dark claws and cool shades

from Catacomb Mart, guaranteed not to fade,

tail custom braided by pedigree traders,

buys at the jeweler a collar in jade.

Kitty's collar is yarn, mostly ravelled away.

Kitty, who survives with exact change only,

steps curbside at the last stop where the driver,

night bound, shakes his head in dismay,

"There's no future for strays in this clouded town."

Kitty, who trusted us, drowns in the ditch, 

face down under the Wishbone Bridge.

(S.C.A.T. = Saber County Area Transit)

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Healthy clod analysis included

Contact SODDESSEY Turf Farm

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"Mama, do you ahha like my business flyer? When the SpaceX voyagers arrive, SOD will be ahha available to grow their chives and quinoa," announces Alfeem. "And this is my ebike banner: In SOD We Trust."

"But Alfeemmm, it's not that easy," Alfanda informs him, "The basis for clod formmmation is hydrated FeO and MgO bearing secondary mmminerals. That is the primmmary control for geochemmmistry."

"Morheoverh," adds Alfom, "marhtian SOD, Self Orhganizing Dust, is orhientated on difficult to rheach rhocks at Merhidiani and at Gusey Plains SOD is sparhsely exprhessed into voids of the dusty surface."

Ubeyou comments, "oddly clumped soil appears to be held together by dampness as SOD or mud. Yet this cohesive property could be caused by electromagnetic fields."

"Suppose we make some mud," I suggest. "Freeze it, put it in a bell jar, pressurize it and inject a little energy as it condenses by abraising the mud at near vacuum. Then see if it turns to SOD."

Do you want to do this experiment in your home?

ZGB Daqlen prefers to sit outside on the woodpile and analyze the texture of logs, as the wild turkeys forage at Eaverdam Knoll.

>>>>> To Our Future Self <<<<<

            (second attempt)

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Dear Future Marzy, 

Look closely. Woven into your hemp bracelet are strands of hair to confirm genetic identity, that we are the same, the person receiving is the person who sent these instructions from the Outer Hemisphere.

If your daily activities become awkward, listen to your sons' advice. This is a reminder that your family does care about you. When they arrange for help, thank them. Try not to be aggravated if someone suggests to drink water, to bathe, to open the curtain or use a walker. On this unpredictable day, it is your responsibility to allow others to be in charge. Relax, let them do it, enjoy every hour. Dream well. Laugh at each forgetful moment.

Keep the ZGB image of grandson Daqlen next to your heart, along with recall bytes of these outlandish ebike adventures and of regmaglypts, the thumbprints on meteorites caused by burning of softer material during their plunges through the rust red atmosphere.

Sincerely and Seriously,

signed by your Past Self and notarized 

🗾🎨~⚡¥.      Marzy L E   ®

(Yes, you know that this is your signature.)

>>>>> Happy New Lightyear <<<<<

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"Mama Marhzee, can we...".  "...go ahha nigh skating...". "...at Oxia Planummm?". 

My Trippplets fasten their kindercloaks and pounce toward the ebikes before I can say "Yes"

Spinning across Arabia Terra Highlands, views of Mawrth Ravine ( 4 billion years old, 600 km long) are spectacular. Ubeyou, in the lead with Alfanda and Alfeem, signals me to brake. We dismount, strap the amboo blades onto our eboots and glide, glide with zero stickiness like superfluid gliding uphill in an alternative Bioverse. We glide effortlessly along the icy vallis illuminated by glowing sky particles of the new Lightyear.

"Where is this nigh light commmuning fromm?" Alfanda asks, gliding nervously in question marks.

Could it be 2015TC25, the brightest yet tiniest visible asteroid (6 feet across). She wonders.

Or is it the merger of two black holes creating a gravitational wave power ten times greater than the combined energy of all stars, measured by LIGO Interferometer Observatory.

Or the fossils of Cloudina (first life forms to have skeletons) reflected by rapidly forming vapor.

Maybe it's the light from raw leftover lumps that formed the Bioverse, such as the planetoid MU69.

"Most  likely," says Ubeyou, "this is hemispheric night glow, emissions from nitric oxide caused by collision of atoms brought in with high altitude winds after sun breaks down carbon and nitrogen. (Find out more about glowing particles at 301-286-0039 x5017. Or refer to Wikipedia.)

Alfanda is satisfied. Good answers can settle her into a state of nirvana. She glides in spirals now, not asking where or what.. while all phrases slip far from my writing nebula to the proplyds of Orion, leaving us without an ending.

>>>>> Perpetual Aurora <<<<< 

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Miisha's creation, Aurora at Castle Wisp, holds the family together perpetually in this dreamscape which evolved from profound talent.

"Are we ahha in the auroric dream?" Alfeem asks.

"Of course you are, my dearest Feem, Fom, Fanda," I assure them.

"Tell us wherhe, Mama Marhzee."

"You are 👇 with Ubeyou, safe, in the distant range."

Far from this world and unsure how to return, Marzy spins beyond the Inner Hemisphere. What follows, among other matters, is a synopsis of her voyage where no spoke has ever spun before. 

[This site supports the efforts to acknowledge Homo hadzien] [sites.google.com/site/genoscene]

 \\\\ V **[latest log entry]** V ////

** Astrocyte Sighting **

eBike2mars 14Gyr131.0122T:  Bright yellow particles zip across the holographic monitor. "Do you see the potassium ions revamping electricity toward that cluster of Astrocytes, Ahn Sola?" Ilios asks me, clicking the enhancement key. "Oha, I do. see them," I reply. He continues his presentation, "Within our parsec of the Silky Way, innovative tools, such as this neuroscope, can detect electrical activity of cells by the use of fluorescent  proteins. This means that neurons and Astrocytes talk to each other by way of chemical messengers. Our upcoming mission depends on your knowledge of all communication processes." 

 I squint my eyelids. Upon close observation, the Astrocytes on the hologram appear as starlight shaped structures. Ilios explains that they make up half of the cell type in central nervous systems, performing tasks such as synaptic support, control of blood flow and axon guidance for steering eBikes, the same guidance that Marzy utilized spinning across the rust red terrain of the Outer Hemisphere.      

** Seven Scincids**

eBike2mars 14Gyr128.0122T:  "Mellow out, Ahn Sola, mellow out." The fohNet system signals break time. Closing the deskpod, my elbow scrapes across its latch, corpuscles ejected across the oval window. I take a moment to spray the wound and to peer out at Sod Quad, a permaculture plot that Qbottics set up for employees and their Kinder. There, at the outcrop of sunchokes, ZGB Daqlen is interacting with a lounge of lizards. I switch on my CP audio enhancer to listen. Daq gives a name to each of those seven Scincids (skink lizards): "Zipride, Wenvy, Gluettony, Hungreed, Blust, Slothug, Wrathog." Zero Gravity Boy ta-pats them endearingly, offers them a snack of swarming Sciniphs (the obsolete species from Exodus), waves goodbye and pounces onto his eKinderBike.  

** Rise Of Ignimbrite **

eBike2mars 14Gyr120.0122T: We come, we go, swiftly, slowly, pace or drift. Soundlessly or crying out we hum and go, come and.. (gone).

"Our eBike wheels rise and fall across the rich bedrock in Jezero crater, may be the enigmatic type called ignimbrite formed by rust red cataclysmic eruptions..." 

I continue with the perusal of Marzy's log entries, wondering what surprises may arise from Inner Hemispheran ignimbrite. I goggle it, i-g-n-i-m-b-r-i-t-e, and come across an ebsite showing a nine million year old fossil of a rhinoceros skull in the ignimbrite bedrock of Cappadocia, although preservation of vertebrates in such volcanic pyroclastic deposits is extremely rare.

The hum of rhinos sounds like a sniffling trumpet, coming and going throughout our Sol System. 

** Merry Perihelion **

eBike2mars 14Gyr004.0122T:  "Bleat, bleat, bleat." My CP alerts me of three incoming e-mul messages. ^to me from Sunny Tannan^ "Merry Perihelion. Let's celebrate the distance of .9833 astronomical units from our faces to our sol. V U later, Ahn Sola." ..  ^to me from Rae Rae^ "The closest approach is here and now. Thinking of you during this perihelion will return from RidgeX flare watch assignment on Moonday." ^to me from Ilios^ "Sola, please forward a copy of your last audio contact with Marzy L E."  

^from me to Ilios^.. "Here is the audio you requested: 'Marzy Here, Anyone Read Me?'  'Yes, this is Ahn Sola.'  'Ahn, terrain contagion is eroding marineris, outer hemi likely to rift apart. 081.0120 eBike travl treacher-ous-s.'"     

** Cosmic Shower**

eBike2mars 14Gyr319.0121T: The woodland sheds its colorful suit. Modest branches stand undressed. Beneath them, a leafy carpet, covering roots and sod, define this trail that leads to shortened days and bustling eves. How, many, leaves- a hundred count of maple resting on moss plus a dozen thousand poplar rustling across the weathered ledge times the mass of cubic yards where little legs leap and pounce- there is but ONE extraordinary leaf to be found, the deeply lobed oak in my grandson's hand.

Oha, I don't have a grandson. I'm daydreaming. Need to do some calculations. Cosmic showers shedding their nuclei  at forty thousand km per second, unlike free falling acorns at four tenths km per second, seldom reach the ground. Those nuclei hang out at extreme elevation, with pi mesons, in decay mode. Below them eBikes follow hemispheric trails at point fourteen km per second.  

"Ahn Sola, are you daydreaming again?"   

**Recipe for All Planets**

eBike2mars preview in which Ahn Sola unveils Marzy's joule concoction for a well blended Sol System. These are the ingredients:  One quark of Dervish twirled into tau flavored leptons, scoop of quanta beaten with Irwin's cat formula, a full spectrum pumpkin slitting candlelight, and nanogram of infinitesimals simmering through red giants.. . bake at a constant 6.67 X 10^-11 to ensure elliptical momentum and to unify energy/matter/antiparticles/waves, regardless of charge, size, color, speed or inclinations.

Smash-up at the automat, smash-up at the automat... our interoffice fohnet system bleats repeatedly. The pneumatic door is malfunctioning, causing a smash-up with injuries likely. Sunny flops onto the bench next to mine, a long veinous bruise lumped across his eBiking muscles. "I read that preview on Marhzee's well blended Sol System. Why not unveil some of your recipes, Ahn Sola?" he remarks grabbing a T-roll, one of my family staples that our lunchroom adopted. "Oha, Sunny, I'll do that," I reply unlatching my CP.

Hmm. where to begin... Zardate 14Gyr305.0121T- listing #one- 'Fungus Fritters': stir bits of subterranean Sparassis... oha, that's not right. I need to adapt these recipes for IH cafeteria chefs. #one- 'Corn Fritters': ... #two- 'T-Rolls: ... #three- 'Totally Local Dip': ...

**Swift Spectacle**

eBike2mars 14Gyr297.0121T: Spinning across the Sod Quad at dawn, Rae Rae crashes her eBike into a recently poted sign: ||Each Nest-house Contributes to the Swift Roost Spectacle||. 

"Let's do as they do, Ahn Sola," she screams out to me, swiping blood off her wound. I shout back, in full acceleration, "Not likely. The flock is migrating to warmer hemispheres, swifter than.."  Out of somewhere, a flurry of wings totally black out my wide angle view. .."Oha, look up, Rae Rae." We remove our eHelmets and watch in awe.

Swooping around us, a flock of Apus apus flap their wings in a continuum of variations and tempos.  Feather tips reach out, barely missing flight companions. We observe  forward and backward flutters, side to side drifts, internal circular soaring, external vertical glides.  "Ahn Sola", Rae calls out to me, "their horizontal flapping reverberates in my cochlea, wow do you feel that, like being transported to euphoric fields on slow forming interplanetary clouds." 

Where wings slice the air, blissful waves of otherworldly incense breeze into my lungs, sweetening each breath. Swiftly the migrating Apus vanish into place/time.            

**Virtual  (VirG)  Grave**

14Gyr292.0121T hour16: Why wait 'til you die to be remembered? when you can be dropped at your VirG today! (while you're still alive)

>Lay Me Down Under The North Star's Rays<

"Would you like to put a deposit on that inscription?" suggests the VirG salesman. Rae Rae declines with a sharp flick of her hand. Rushing toward the exit, she whisps to me, "Who invited the VirG guy to this meeting? V U later, Ahn Sola." I whisp back, "Oha, Rae, be at Sod Quad usual hour."

The VirG man unlatches two three-D scrolls, one delineates the Silky Way, the other scroll maps out our IH (Inner Hemisphere). He speaks in a monotone, the C-flat of alpha centauri, "Marhzee's VirG is this rust red spot on the Outer Hemi, not far from our Sol. Her inscription reads >Find Me Along Place/Time Where eBikes And Gravitation Bend.<  Moving to the IH map, GariSo's  daughter arranged two VirGs for him, the first in a lava tube, as indicated by this pin (flexible pins are pressed into thousands of VirG locations), the second VirG on a starfruit tree, there in the lower peninsula, with the inscription >As Limbs Decay In Grounded Leaves, Our Hearts Climb Into Living Trees<. He passed unexpectedly in 0120T. The only child, FeatherSo, requested her VirG to be with his."

*Family VirGs*  

Their extended family also have pre-arranged for Virtual Graves. LawrSo (GariSo's twin) with KimSo jibe >Sailing Forth, Waves On Lake Champlain Shall Take Us To Our Heavenly Port<...     DusstiSo, MiishaSo and feline LokiSo  remain at Mythow Castle, >Free Falling From A Quantum Quest, We Tumble And Do Not Tumble Through The Turret's Roof< ...     CamHa will take his family to Canyon Grande, their chosen VirG, >To Explore El Rio Where Paddles Sink Then Boldly Soar<...      WillbeeSo and family have their VirG at Poor Man's Creek, >We Spin Crossing The Hiveway Knee Deep In Okanagen Honey<...     En route to USVI, where his glasses fell overboard during the hurricane, is AlfanSo's virtual grave, his voice still echoing to the crew >Bingers Buckers Down The Hatch, Armenians<...      Gramma ElizLa dances with Socrates, her tortoise, at the burrow (his VirG) near south ferry Casita (her VirG)   ELIZ LA  [0025-0120T] >Proud Graduate Of Edwards Elementary<...       MeedaSo, with thoughts of deep springs, permaculture, and re-purposing, decides to be at the Rift Valley baobab tree on which her inscription is printed in blood, >Drum Unto This Trunk, Drum<   MEEDA SO aka L E, LESA, SUSU,  [0049T-?]

*VirG Inscriptions*:    

My co-workers and I read through inscriptions, that the VirG man passed around, some of which are reserved, others available by deposit: >My Story Has No End< ..>These Roots Run Deep<..  >Dust In Your Eyes, That's Me<.. >Bring The Most To Every Moment<.. >My Life 1000 Whims<.. >Twice Or More To Meet Before We Die<.. >Pure Consciousness<..   >A World Spinning Continues To Spin The Way Our Treads Do<...    >Cosmic Viewing Of My New-Aging Face< .. >Stranger To Many Friend To Some<.. >Not Gone Yet<..  >No Passing Zone<.. >Miles To Go Before My Demise<.. >Some Body Rotting In Denmark<.. >6 Thousand  Deaths Per Hour, 16 Thousand Births<.. >Remember Me Now<.. >Whose Ash Spewing From That Magma Chamber?<.. >Walk Through Me This Ghostly Fog<.. >All Are Indigenous To The Planet<.. >Population 8 Billion Up From 2.5 In '50<..  >Incineration In The Sun<..  >E=Me/C/Squared<..   >Soaring With The Condor<.. >Tuck Me Into Bedrock<.. >Life Becomes Me<..  >To Hoot With Owls Suits Me<.. >Bury That Shovel Too<.. >Lay Me Prone. My Back Is The Front>.. >Package Delivery To The Crypt<.. >Death Or Bust<..

*Scroll Perusal*: 

I decide to peruse the VirGscrolls before ordering my site: VirG#081464 at Murdo Antarca-  FROB WEL [057T-?] >My Voice Can Be Found Chatting With Penguins At The Southernmost Town< ... VirG#062366 at Painted Cliff-  SETHITE WOO [0054T-?]  >My Bones Metamorphosed<...   VirG#092373 at Ermont woodlands, words borrowed from her Poets' file-  INDA HIL  [0048T-?] >Walking With The Woodland Breeze Where  Rippling Flowers Are Deeply Shadowed In Twilight Hours, I Can Hardly Contain This Ecstasy In My Heart, Falling Wild< ...    VirG#060866 at Isthmus of Imagination near mainland-   PI, the GAK MAN (Green Axle Kinetics)   [0054T-?] >A World Spinning Continues To Spin The Way Our Treads Do< .. VirG#050555 at Grassy Knob-  OLIN HAR II   [0045-0102T] >Master Of Lakefront Carpentry And Moat Repair<...    >...< ...

*Group VirGs*

VirG#011280 at UnivNC lot A-  SFAB MEMBERS   [book club est. 0117T]  >From This Microbial Platter To Those Galactic Dishes, Our Authors Keep Us Nourished With Gourmet Sciences< ...   VirG#011299 at Cameroon-  BAKA and all RHYTHMIC PEOPLE   [9999BT-now] >Slapping  Rivers, Tanned Hides And Calabash, Our Hands Drop A Beat Onto The Dancer's Feet< ...  VirG#011255 at Yancy County Compost Bin-    ORGANIC GROWERS   [0050T-now]  >Composting Together And Each  Other We Give To The Ground What The Ground Gives To Us< ...    VirG#011212 at Feed My Sheep Church-    TWELVE  SHEPHERDS    [2000BT-now] >We Praise Thee As We Fall Asleep Covered Unto Woolen Sheets<...  VirG#011202 at Brand New Opry-  SINGERS and GUITARISTS [to be announced]  >To Have This VirG Amplifies Our Lives<.. >One More Verse To Prolong This Song<..   VirG#141920- at Arolla of Mont Collon-  LAH, WPS and LES  [summer of 0068T]  >Three Youthful Travelers, Hitched To A Donkey's Cart, Approach Another Switchback \!!/  Carefreely Along This Rocky Alpine Track<    VirG#99999G - at the Stratospheric Free-for-all-site-  ARCHAEANS + EUKARYOTES   [99999G-futures]  >Each Creature  Now Alive Or Not Is Welcome To This Plot High In The Cloud<     

"Why wait 'til you die to be remembered? when you can be dropped here>< today at your Virtual Grave while you're still alive. To reserve, call ninefourone foureighteight onetwoonetwo. Are you ready to order, Ahn Sola?" the VirGman asks me. "Oha, I am." He scans my VeezaCard and inscription. Instantaneously, a CP generated flexiPin drops onto my chosen VirG#061636 at the IH Lagendaria belt- AHN SOLA [0085T-?] >To Be, By Glowing Gourds, The Scarecrow On A Field Of Hallow Eve Immortals<... 

14Gyr292.0121T hour17 . Are you curious about where the VirGman carved his inscription? onto the crucifix of the Iverside skeleton, >My End Is The End<.

  ** Severed Terrain **

14Gyr292.0121T hour15:   -SEVERED-  Curtains waver, a flying limb severs the eave. Darkness, waning, beseeches "Take me, Wind, into your lair." Restless shadows quiver there.

"You're on at T-minus ten, Ahn Sola," Sunny's voice quivers across the inter-office fohNet system.

"Oha, standing by," I reply ending my daydream. The boss arranged for me to demonstrate Marzy's EXOfit routine at this moonth's Qubottics meeting.

I stumble onto the holographic stage, mounting the stationary eBike. "After hours of spinning across severed terrain along rust red Jezero crater, Marhzee and her crew were desperate for cooldown time," I explain, demonstrating slow effortless backwards pedaling. "This technique releases tension in the forward/upward  spinning muscles that were stressed during exploration of equatorial quadrants by eBike."  I plontz off the eSaddle onto my fohMat. "The remainder of the cooldown takes place supine, then prone." 

To the tempo of a low gear tango, I wriggle my fingers/toes, rotate wrists/ankles, bend knees/elbows, turn neck side to side, move axis /transverse process in all directions full range of motion, (if you're bored, scroll down to **An Inch Of Time** or press 'new tab'), blink eyes hard/open hard, isometric face lifting, breath control with long steady exhales. "Any questions or comments, so far?" I ask the audience. All my co-workers raise their thumbs, wondering "how many repetitions?" "how does gravity on the Outer Hemisphere effect muscle performance?" "can you explain detains about Marzy's inhale techniques?" "my work team observed Marhzee before her jump from the Inner Hemisphere. We could demonstrate her pre-flight workout." To process all this fitness would require a MarzyFIT marathon. No time/place for that now. Instead, "fohText your questions to nine four one four eight eight one two one two, attn Ahn Sola or Marhzee."

** An Inch Of Time **

eBike2mars 14Gyr288.0121T:  What now we are is what we were and shall or shall not be.

The obsidian mirror, hanging above Ilios's deskpod, has been a symbol of self amusement to ensure sensible decisions during  the upcoming Qubottics eBike mission.

"Ahn Sola, would you continue scanning Marzy's qChip to extract more data useful to our mission," says Ilios.    "Oha, I'm on it," I reply scrambling toward the exit with my CP case unlatched. My sensibilities have been somewhat compromised since that spin to Crescents with the boss. I slop onto my podchair and press tab at the Marzy file:

AN INCH OF TIME ..... An inch of time, this pulse within, those riffing chimes, a whiff of kaffir lime, that silent punch, some petty crimes, every munch of delight, each morsel of regret, all sublime, grain of laughter, pinch of pain, your yard of thread, my inch of time, two embroidered hearts, once upon a rhyme. 

+++++++++++++++++++++

WHAT MATTER ..... Oha, I need to scroll to something that matters, relevant to the mission, such as gardening on a radiated planet or Marzy's fitness routine on rust red rock of reccuring slope lineae at the base of Aeolis Mons.

** Lossless  Travel ** 14Gyr282.0121T

HITCHHOPPER ..... Grasshopper elusively speeds across our windshield to the steering wheel, shifter, glove box, ashtray,  hairy knee, door lock, stopping atop a sleepy lap strapped to the car seat.

STOMP ..... Horse Stomp Road, ten miles from the border, steel tankers pump fuel into empty tanks where once the blacksmith stooped by wagon wheels, shoeing hooves.

at REST AREAS  Wildwood to South Beach, service animals walk their keepers from the restroom to drivers' seats.

PIPER ..... 'Sandpiper, where do you twitter when it rains?'  'Along the shore, clear sky or stormy, is where my song remains,' salty beak pecking at grains of surf.

BAT THE MOON ..... From a dark dug-out, the platoon of winged players that pitch across left field to catch hustling flies, bat the moon. 

FLOCKING ..... In flight formation the October flock, along the skyway, appears befuddled, their 'V' pointing northerly.

DRIFTING ..... Drifting free, from the chilling mouth of Rock Spring, down the clear cut creek lined with fossils of dugong times, our bare legs bound toward warmer waters.

ROOM 124 ..... Slinking across the motel parking lot, a grey tabby greets us at room one two four after many hours of us travelling to Sure Stay in the Toyota, almost scratched, our butts almost sore.

In a rush, g-go, your toes are stubbed crossing the threshold to a future space where you peer upward face-to-face with a newly formed constellation named Stymie upon which four words from past times shine, my "toes don't hurt anymore." .... RHYME TRAVEL

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"How was your road trip to the peninsula, Ahn Sola?" Sunny asks me.    "Happy travels yet uncomfortably inefficient," I respond in frustration.  "The family petrobott guzzles and spews at only, oha, ten percent sufficiency." ... whereas,  Marzy's eBike  could travel across Marineris Canyon toward Jezero crater at seventy percent; and the new type of magnetism, discovered on Sr2RuO4, moves lossless electric current that can be one hundred ten percent sufficient.

** A Spin With My Boss **

eBike2mars 14Gyr277.0121T

       Our platter nearly empty, 

       mugs devoid of drink.

      The morrow shall upheave this eve

      sooner than we blink.

At hour eighteen, the pneumatic door thwarks open. It's my boss Ilios. He approaches my deskpod and speaks encouragingly, " Ahn Sola, take a spin with me." "Oha, sure," I reply.

We accelerate to Crescents Cafe for a kava. We find seating on the patio. Ilios fidgets, glancing at my bare arms. "I am partial to peach tones," he tells me.

I am tempted to ta-pat him, his magenta skin glossy as mylar. That's not right. He is my boss. What would Marzy do in this awkwardness? .. Distract.. I roll my eyes toward the sillboard where news briefs, along with Crescents menu, brightly flash: ..Frodosome, named after rare frog, trumps smaller organelles... Antkeeper demonstrates social parasitism among leaf-cutters... Today's special: tectonic plate... La Palma lava surfs to the sea... R. C. boogie board dives into Cat 4 storm...

Ilios unfolds my clenched hand. We race our eBikes out of the rain to a private lean-to behind Crescents. Huddled with me under the low lying roof, he takes care of some fohNet business. I open my e-mul: Hi Bookclub Members ^ bcc: me from Rae Rae. Unable to join you on Xoom, I'm relaying some thoughts about gender, via e-mul. To begin, have you paraded lately in support of our authors? I've paraded in the

RAINY PARADE ..... I've paraded in the rain when sidewalks were clear, after crowds rushed inside for a dry drink or beer. You can parade with me in the rain after tomboys and friends board their bus, oblivious to rain paraders. We parade in rain, incognito. A forecaster records us with inclement rain, parade footage filed on racks with stacks of mislabelled leftovers. We parade in relentless rain. If they ask who we are, we are somewhat like they who parade under the limelight in their showy way. We, the subdued rain paraders, take pride in keeping our preferences private. Whether lonely heart, hetero, flamboyant or plain, our faces are covered with blank sheets of rain.

The quiet majority are we proposing, in rain, that what happens behind closed doors is personal. What perfume we wear or how we squat in the rub-a-dub room is not their affair. We, the paraders, form special unions, family co-ops and reciprocative groups, not unlike the species of bat that willingly share its cache of fruit. Our separatist is well respected, her free thinking neurons synapse in the rain, or is that arrangement of cells a he-brain parading?  Cocky in youth or wizened with age, our soaked skins parade to the drumbeat of rain along the avenue. There some dividends parade with us, a divisor, here, equally dividing the rain. Its solution is clear: to acknowledge, while parading, allgender rites, as allrains cycle, droplet by drop, to form rainbows of life.

We parade to non-fiction on the 'ology' shelf, where an odd multiplier replicates itself; two, four, eight bits of Anthrozoa parade through rainy reefs. Flagellating in line, tiny zygotes spell 'his,' extra large h-e-r. They parade through rainy tubes microscopically far, in all shades of genes. At page twenty, a tawny brown fawn refuses to grow parade antlers, as umber brown papa deer muses, "Am I Buck or Doe?"   

We parade across puddles that join continents. We wade into cultures afraid of uncharted sentiments. We parade past pre-pubescent brides, pre-ordained to be Mothers forbidden to parade. Backwards we parade to the Pleistocene stage when Neanderthals mated in rain with strange hominids, unrelated. Carbon dated Stone-agers, they paraded.

He/she/it parades in the rain that shields them from scrutinous destinies. I parade. I've come out of my burrow, with disabled umbrello, to parade in the rain. You can parade with me, lest ye say 'nay.' In this rain, once paraded, cannot be half-done.

++++++++++++++++++++++ 

** ** The  Universe  Room ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr260.0121T

         Comfrey in bloom-

          purplish bodices entice

          a long tongued bumblebee.

I missed the spring season and most of summer, holed up, for mission training, in a subsurface environment simulating the conditions that Marzy endured during  the great Outer Hemispheran dust storm of 116T.

Now that I'm back at my deskpod, oha, I can better appreciate the spectrum of behaviors noticeable above ground, as portrayed in this commentary from the LLF (Looss Leef Files).

THE UNIVERSE ROOM

Beyond Orion's belt at the Universe Rest Area, you land yourself squarely on Pad number two, an arm's distance away from the blue-green Machine that vends hologram maps, unleaded nukefuel blends, freeze-dri frappes and contracep gelcaps, wondering "Where is the U-room?" 

Saluting and groomed a Roboclerk speaks, "This launch-yard provides more than one Universe Room: Ladies,  Astromens, closets for genders, white Voyeurs, non-Members, black Widowers, Thrusters, ghost Butlers and old Lawyers." 

"Poacher, your stall provides an ivory bowl brusher. The starfleet Polygamist has multiple flushers. Martyr's room, Fartyr's room, husky sled Musher's have soft heated sheets."

You are unclear about where to proceed. The Roboclerk, swooning, continues his speech, "Miss Pacifist chooses her dove quilted paper. Red china silk is what Communists favor. Flaming Terrorists wipe out their Hostages' roll.  Bi Partisans run then take a poll. From tiled walls their rockets glare, bursting toward Great Bear." Solar Sisters squat warning, "Outer Spacegerms cause  bun blisters."

You are unsure of how long you can wait.

A plump bushy Dwarf, horny as sheep, cannot reach the lock above the Camel Puffers seat, so he stubs out his butt on the Roboclerk's  cheek. A bony Ectomorph, moaning, limps onto a nearby handicap fly zone. 

Faucet wiping Hypochondriac and graffiti typing Nymphomaniac gently push, then pull to close their exit. The Roboclerk enters unnoticed, to scrub effluent floors.

Wondering if there's one U-room-for-all, you notice ahead rows of separate doors for Drunks, monk Molesters, hot Harpist, Whore, anemic Bulimic, nebular Fed, abstinent Divorcee, pet Horse, Bedwetters and anti hermaphrodite Militants shooting in line while Aliens, cloning and holding  their noses, go behind the half moon on the double seater (two black holes far from this launch-yard), relieved of exo-planetary crap.

From way out there into the nigh, loud speakers blare, the galactic disc Jockey pumping up the beat:

CAT RAP

Rap ra rap, ca cat ca cat. 

Cat ca cat ra raps ra raps.

Ca ca cat ra ra ra raps.

Cats ra rap ra rap CAT RAP.

Cats rap 2 cats, cats rap 2 bats.

Bats rap 2 rat, cats zap za rat.

Cat rappa cat rappa, rappa cat cat.

Rap catta catta rappa rap, catta cat.

Zap za  cra crap, rap za CAT RAP.

Rap like za ca cat raps.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

DOWN THE BLOCK

On our afternoon excursions down the block, we pass our neighbor's mossy yard and rocky wall. We pass another grandma wearing glasses and grey socks.

We pass two toppled trash cans where brown bears had their picnic. A bicycle, florescent blue, whizzes quickly by us. We pass the spotted dog who barks and you bark back at him, of course. We pass the lime green door and pink flamingo at the corner.

We pass those bending branches. We watch for falling walnuts. We watch a yellow excavator rolling on Cove Street. "Meeda, when I grow up, I want to be that," you shout. Wheels screech. The orange bus stops. Big brother steps down. You watch his feet.

++++++++++++++++++++++

** Intergalactic  Breath  Day **

eBike2mars 14Gyr101.0121T

"Hale Hemisphereans. Welcome to the Breath Olympics," announces  Rae Rae from the Ridgex Press pod. My CP is tuned to the Breath event, during which I proceed with the eFrame dissection at Arvard yard, dismantling handbars to check for rust rate.

Today's Olympic ebcast is live. Rae Rae's voice continues, "The Dashville Cubs yawn as they exit Ursus hibernation to accept their award for slow breath rate..." " blue ribbon for the fastest respiratory rate is passed to the Hummingbird team, clocking in at 1260 breaths per minute, now slowing down to 250 for torpor time..."   "Runners up for longest breath hold are Beaver at 15 minutes, Sloth at 40 minutes, Sperm Whale at 90 minutes along with Elephant Seal at 120 minutes. And the blue ribbon goes to Sea Turtle at an unheard of seven hours holding her breath..."  "Most relaxed   exhale by the Tibetans ..."   "Fastest lung expansion award to Cheetah, accommodating massive energy output..." "suborder Serpentes receives longest lung award, To Aves, a blue ribbon for most unusual inhale technique via their rump..."  "After intermission, microbes will enter the competition. Yes, small life matters."   "Tardigrades wait in the sidelines, hyperventilating."

Happy Breath Day to you!    

** ** ** Deranged DNA ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr094.0121T

My new boss Ilios sends me a fohNet message to continue scanning data from the eBike's qChip, this entry dated  14Gyr140.0119AT:  "... fossil of a jellyfish like creature preserved in an amberite casing near Mt Sharp, similarities to Henneguya sp of Inner Hemispheran oceans, no respiratory component in creature's DNA. it's nature's way of gene editing.. I call it CRISPieR. how can a life form exist without breathing mechanism? puzzle nt yet solved by science..."

** ** Distant   Formation ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr092.0121T

Continuing the eBike dissection, I listen to an audio log on the qChip: "Zardate one five zero dot zero one one nine T.  Marzy here. My eBike crew and I are setting up camp under the protection of an outcrop at the crater wall. In the distant horizon, rust red rock formations look like

ELEVEN ELEPHANTS

I like to walk with El e phants,

ten or eleven El e phants.

I like to talk to El e phants.

They like to talk back.

I want to jam with El e phants.

Waving their trunks they rave and rant.

Never forget this beat they chant

in a trance.

Okay to be an El e phant,

no need for khaki hat and pants.

Living is free for El e phants

til it's time to eat.

I like to dream of El e phants

flying across their continent.

Ten or eleven El e phants

dream about me.

I want to walk in Gam bi ya,

talk with the face of Zam bi ya,

Elephants in Nam ib bi ya

grinning at me."

 ** ** ** Metallic  Pouch ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr090.0121AT

I wait a few days, to let the rain pass, before dissecting the damaged frame. 

To begin, I remove a metallic fiber pouch located behind the melted saddle. Then I spray eBike lube on all the nuts and joints. 

"Need any help, Ahn Sola?" asks the v-dub fellow who is hosting my stay at the Arvard site.

"I'm good for now," I reply trying to maneuver the pouchclip without damaging the fibers. 

OOps, a trickle of blood. Is it mine? No, it's rust red blood, likely preserved in the airtight clip compartment. While collecting the fluid into a miniflask, a qChip slides out of that compartment. I scan its data onto my CP.

"Oha, Tau-wittickers!" I exclaim outloud. "This data appears to be Marzy's notes." : ... new map of particles and forces... no right handed W bosons, only left handed up and down quarks can emit or absorb the W's ..  Does this mean it is possible to lower the intensity of quaking here at the pediment in Marinaris Valles?...

** ** GLOSH THUDSPLAT ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr084.0120AT

Drip jumblurrplop zzing

gloshthudsplat rapguttery flat

on rooftop rains ssing.  _Haikul_

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

Spinning in the rain, I'm spinning in the rain. What a glorious wheeling, spokes splashing again, rims dancing 'til ten. Lights flashing, hub dashing. Spinning, I'm grinning in the rain. "Turn left at Arvard Street," my eBike CP signals me.

"Are you Ahn Sola?" asks a double spect fellow wading in the puddled drive at number 14.

"Yes, it's me."

"Well, I set a tarp over the eContraption. Go ahead, out back next to the v-dub," he says.

** ** An Aromatic Molecule** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr083.0120AT

Patch of white flakes in

my garden, too warm for snow-

pear tree petals drift.    _Haikul_

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

En route to the green frame, past my two row plot at the Qubottics Sod Quad, I detect a PAH, Polyclictic Aromatic  Hydrocarbon. I pounce off my eBike. Bending down, toward the PAH. I

Grasp that wild onion

gently pull and twist sideways-

don't yank it straight up.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

I take a bite, savoring the onion's PAH, amazed to imagine that PAHs may contain up to 25% of the carbon in the entire Bioverse where some have been recently detected in the complex molecular structure of interstellar clouds.

"Oha, Ahn Sola," I scold myself for the diversion from work. "Get back to spinning."

** **  Free Falling Frame  ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr082.0121AT

Last to fall, first to

bud on this soft sappy bough-

a red maple leaf.      _Haikul_

Found near an unassuming red v-dub in the wake of an unassuming spark that streaked above an Arvard Street yard, a sooty green frame marks the first landing of an eBike free fall. 

"This could give us a glimpse of what happened to Marzy," says Ilios. "The owner of the v-dub gave us permission to analyze the remains of the free fallen frame. Ahn Sola, please check it out. And watch for biotechnological genetic determinants, such as Methylobacterium sp., useful for growing crops in low gravity rust red environments."

"Oha, I'm on it," I reply with my helmet in hand. 

My wheels spin through an unassuming drift of last season's fallen leaves.  

** ** **   DEPARTURE  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr041.0121AT

No note. Just some spokes missing from the Qubottics supply room. 

Alfom and Beem were last seen at the...

** **  B L U E    F L A S H  ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr036.0121AT

+ >>>""""""""""" <<< - ::::!!~~()     

Shooting upward from a storm cell near Nauru in the mid Pacificus, a positive charge swaps places with its opposing charge. This electric breakdown releases a bright blue flash near the ozone not visible below cloud level. 

"It IS visible frhom  Mount Sharhp, Ahn Sola," Alfom tells me in his rh accent. "Last moonth, beforhe my unforhtunate jourhney, mama Marhzee set our Cosmoscope toward cumulonimbus clouds gatherhing across the grheat ocean of this Hemispherhe." 

Huddled with the eBike crew at Mt Sharp, over one hundred million miles from Nauru and one hundred degrees colder, Alfom has observed blue bolts flashing above the Pacificus through the lens of the Cosmoscope; however, he has not proven that those transient luminous events, TLE, could spawn thunder.

**  **  **  Cloud Shine  **  **  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr018.0121AT

Plumes of vapor in the Mesospheric Dome catch some light from a star that has set far below the horizon. ... after the evening storm at chosen latitudes, noctilucent clouds shimmer.

** ** Peroxisomal Origins ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr349.0120AT 

After questioning Alfom, the cocoon child, I meet with Ilios. He did a background check on Yupp who was hired as our boss only moonths ago.

"Oha, Ilios. The child claims that Yupp is his father who eBiked to the Outer Hemisphere, that his father's name is Ibeemee, which is surprisingly similar to Beem E, our boss's familiar name," I tell Ilios.

"Well, Ahn Sola," he replies, "what I found concerning Yupp is that he was raised in the Afriq Hemisphere and studied peroxisomal origins at Bioversity. Did not graduate. Instead, Yupp was incommunicado for years before his resume arrived here at Qubottics by emul."

"Coincidentally, or not, Alfom told me that peroxizomes, organelles found in all eukaryotic cytoplasm, was the subject of his last EXO homeschool class," I say.

"Didn't peroxizomes evolve from bacteria that invaded larger cells?" Ilios asks.

"That's correct." I reply. "Peroxizomal functions developed to provide metabolic energy for most lifeforms, such as biosynthesis of phospholipids in mammalian brains, photorespiration in leaves and methanol assimilation in some yeasts. Alfom was excited to explain all the details."

"Yupp mentioned peroxizomes in the context of revamping the sod quad. He said that they serve in the glyoxylate cycle of seed germination," Ilios tells me.

Search it on Goggle.

**  **  The Cocoon Child  **  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr348,0120AT

The fallen child, along with his mineral casing, has been quarantined in the eBike trailer since his arrival at the second meridian.. The Qubottics team and I gather on the upper quad for the reveal. 

"Welcome to the Inner Hemisphere, young friend," says Yupp.

"Areh you my fatherh?" asks the child, noticing that his skin tone matches exactly with Yupp's.

"Come with me. I'm Ahn Sola." I reach for his hand, trying to avoid an awkward situation for the boss.

He speaks with an unusual soft 'r' accent. "I am Alfom, one of the trhippplets borhn from Marhzee's womb in a craterh on Axia Planum."       

**  Switch Cane and Snags  **

eBike2mars 14Gyr346.0120AT

     A champion snag

     rules this mire where we spin with

     tireless swamp creatures.  

     ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Our boss sent us here, Loblollyland, to train for the upcoming eBike mission. 

"Watch out for the switch cane, Sola," Sunny shouts to me, slaloming around its stalks. 

I am more concerned about the subsurface paleo detectors (rock crystals) which track the history of neutrinos that fall from the clouds as a result of stellar ray decay also known as nuclear recoiling. 

"Cypress knees ahead," I shout back, my wheels stuck in the muck..

  ** ** Perpetual Im-motion ** ** 

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Start up your eBike and take a spin with me across the nearby churchyard. Look, here lies Bland Andrews beneath his dark gray plaque. Let me introduce D Drum whose headstone sparkles with mica flakes. The Peeks' ground is adorned with plastic Hallow Eve effigies. The name Kermitt is familiar but not WW II Mouse which is engraved onto polished granite. The Glass family menagerie overlooks a far reaching ridge.

The deceased have some of the best views on the Hemisphere where they reside in im-motion. We, their descendants, having no place for remains to rest (memorial yards have exceeded their capacities), will perpetuate as free electrons revolving with molecular radicals across the Silky Way,  where

     A cosmic ray engraves 

     your name onto an ever

     lasting asteroid.     

** ** ** Virtual Feasting ** ** **

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You have been invited to this season's Perfect Virtual Feast, you and Marzy's followers including myself.  We arrive via Mindset express directly to our designated seats.

The savory victuals are prismatically arranged. Plush squashes, broiled by perfectionists, refract onto hand harvested berries from the eBike park. At the center of the triangular table a wild ginger pie, minimally processed with the baker's antique rolling pin, is cooling.

The virtual toast is interrupted. You drop your goblet.

Daq and sister Zelly want to know "Who killed the turkey?"

** ** **Hyperbaric  Drive** ** **

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     Masked in a nutshell

     at the bus stop

     squirrel watches you

     board at the rear.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

B E Yupp, my boss, often rides eBus N2 which is equipped with an interior eBike rack and accommodates ... sk-ba-ta-bing-bing, oh no, a cache of acorns comes dropping from the O2 vent. "Is anyone hurt?" asks Yupp.

No worries. The rear of N2 is set up as a hyperbaric chamber which can reverse symptoms of blebbing (bumps on membranes) by slowing the process of apoptosis, death of a cell.

Approaching West Oak at Broadway, the bus driver releases some pressurized air into the chamber. 

Yupp pulls the yellow cord. "Stop Requested."

** ** **    The  L U C P    ** ** **

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"LUCP, Last Unipotent Common Progenitor, is theorized to be the First Unipotent Common Progenitor, FUCP," the boss tells us during our moonthly Qubottics meeting.

"How is that relevant to the eBike mission?" I ask myself.

"Ahn Sola, how is that relevant to the eBike mission?" he asks me.

"Oha, w-well," I stutter. This will be a pullshift response. "Well, Mr Yupp, according to Marzy's reports, the First and Last Progenitor spontaneously evolved and still evolves, simultaneously in various clusters of the Silky Way. It is important to make note of these locations during our mission so that future missions can witness this primitive evolution on terrain and subsurface of EXO craters and to understand microbial inhabitants that can prey on newly formed strands of life emerging when lightning strikes mineral rich clouds, making it difficult to identify the new lifeforms since they have been ingested by some of the ancestral cells. But it is not that simple according to technicians who have attempted to replicate simple living cells. The problem is that their processes begin in a sterile environment. They need to take their laboratories outside to surroundings where life did begin eons ago, perhaps set up their equipment in a nearby shallow pond where pre-life elements can combine with the natural heat/light  cycle of day/nigh (rather than lab lighting), then recombine when the pond dries out and seasons change. When it comes to molecular Progenitors, "Think cosmologically but take action in your backyard."        

** ** Disengaged Satellite ** **

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"Proceed to the sod quad immediately," Mr Yupp announces over the interoffice fohNet. 

In a flash all Qubottics staff are outside staring at the dusky horizon imprinted with glowing purples and a streak of bright green.

"Is it an ePlane plummeting across that STE (Streaming Thermal Emission)?" I wonder.  

"Must be a satellite disengaged from orbital grip,"  says Ilios tuning his CP to calculus mode. "Whatever it is, the trajectory pattern indicates that it will reach ground at two meridians from here."

"Ahn Sola, check it out, please," shouts Yupp, his words projecting like a GiRB (Gigantic Radio Burst).

Eager to placate the boss, I pounce onto my eBike, spend the nigh accelerating, and brake at the designated coordinates where my wheels tumble over a.. something or other full size rust red mica cocoon, studded with CAIs (Calcium Aluminum Intrusions, generally found in pre-Hadean chondrites), too chunky to lift onto my carrier.

"Wherh am I? Help me," a faint echo calls out. "Turhn the hub." I turn it and the layers of mica separate, bringing me face to face with a pre-pubescent humanoid having charcoal skin and phosphorescent curls.

 **  Kaons versus the Pions  **

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Ya-hooo. Fans are cheering from the observation deck. 

"Ladies, Hadromen, Pseudo scientists, welcome to the Colliders Arena. I am Rae Rae with Ridgex Press, to report instantaneous moves of each participating particle."

I am impressed that my friend Rae, at her low agemark, was chosen to host this MeV event.

"A proton ball, racing from the far end of the linac, tackles team Pion which elicits a double Kaon formation," continues Rae. "Another toss of the proton, at 186,000 times faster than the speed of eBikes, collides with the longer of the two Kaons, releasing three additional Pions onto the field." 

During half time, canine cheerleaders with infrared sensors sniff for transparent matter while beams from Sychroton Boosters flare into pear shaped radium nucleii. "What a smashing show for the fans."

Bored with the game, I open Pacebook and find one of Marzy's quotes, "For fair players, as for what plagues us, outcomes become uncertainties."  

**Acceleration PROHIBITED**

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I message Ilios to meet me at Spin-off Platform B in the old growth quad.

"Look at this, hurry." I show him the poster board with eBike scrawls and spaghetti notations.

"That algorithm contradicts the Law of Battery Thrust conservation," he explains, shugging his shoulder.

"Ilios, I believe that Marzy jumped to the Outer Hemi from this platform by hitching onto fohtons," I reply.

"That could happen theoretically, Ahn Sola, only in a Bioverse without acceleration," Ilios argues.

"So, acceleration could be prohibited in a transient Antiverse!" I exclaim.

** **  Riding Lightwaves  ** **

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"It's a spooky algorithm, Ahn Sola,"  Sunny warns me upon delivery of the vacuum sealed tubular parcel.

"Oha, interoffice gossip," I mumble. "Thanks, Sunny. V U later." The pneumatic door closes behind him.

I smack the seam of the package against my deskpad, like opening a Billsbury Biscuit tube. The contents fall to the floor, two eleven by fourteen scrolls. The first appears to be an old parchment with a formula and some scribbled notes, "72.05 square root of (d/4f), 80% clear of obstructions."  .."refraction on planar surface.."  "..light is a transverse wave, the vibrations of which are electromagnetic fields." ...  "Dawn peeks through the clouds where a flurry of light waves, drifting onto dreams."   signed "A. Fresmell, 1820."

The second scroll is poster board. On it are several sketches of eBikes positioned in various angles on a platform with what seems to be an inverted Fresmell lens which is capturing waves of mid morning fohtons and reflecting them skyward at 90 degrees. Notes indicate that Jezero Crater, 22 light minutes away, would be the destination of the fohtons, dated and signed by Marzy L E. She was planning her ride through place/time on a flurry of light, so it seems.  

** ** ** Ridgex Interview ** ** **

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"Here is the sound recording you requested," says Sunny setting a grin to me, which is annoying, oha.

He slinks past my deskpad, to the exit, slower than the angular momentum of Snail Galaxy.  

I press replay.

"Is this Marzy?

Yes.

Is your crew there- Alfanda? Alfom? Alfeem? Ubeyou?

Here. Here. Ahha here. Here.

I am Rae with Ridgex Press. Hemispherans want to know how this interview is possible with all frequencies jammed from the phirus.

Hi Rae. My crew developed a method to communicate temporarily using a fohton deflected from our eBike battery. It can transmit syl-la-ble by syl-la-ble when Inner and Outer Hemispheres are aligned.

Wow, a new technology. Marzy, what is your next destination?

My crew and I are spinning toward Greenhaugh Pediment along Marineris.

Green? how? 

Not green, the pediment is rust red like most of the terrain. Rae, how is the Climb It City coping with current conditions?

Well, Marzy, cougars are lined up to climb the cliff at Kraggy, wild turkeys are J walking across Broadway, Dashville bears are having a picnic at Court Plaza, motel toads are sunning themselves on the lifeguard's chair. I don't recognize my friends at the local take-out, all wearing masks.

Rae, Hemispheres are grey shifting toward misalignment. Bye.

Got it. Thanks, Marzy fo"

** ** FohNet ** **

14Gyr308.0120AT 

This is Ahn Sola reaching out to you via FohNet, the wireless Fohtonic Network invented by Marzy's eBike crew.  Their dating system continues with 14Gyr. The year  0120AT refers to 120 years After Tesla's alternate current. My work team and I are on alert for any communication from the rift zone of the Outer Hemisphere.  Connect with us by emul- floridawn@gmail.com - if you receive any signals from Marzy.   

** **  SPOKEY HOLLOW  ** **

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The graphite gate opens, "feee-eep."

Grinding hinges chill our marrow.

We enter Spokey Hollow single file.

"Whooo are you," murmurs the Florisbad skull propped onto its petrified stump.

"I am Diazothroph, the nitrogen fixer," replies Diaz.

"I, Endothermal Man, am thirsty for hemoglobin. And she, my veinmate, Squamous Epitherium, devours raw membrane during blue moons," says Endo.

Eemian haunters emerge from the thorny thicket. No paper in the outhouse, Mummified Llamas used all the tubes to re-ravel themselves. 

This Muon is decaying in our trickortreats. That Stratospheric SPRITE is striking some complex Coacervates to form a lifelike morsel of RNA. One Watusi from Afriq locks horns with two Tiwanuku masks.

Disguise is the way to reverse aging. Do you recognize anyone? 

This is me, Ahn Sola, simply dressed in a Marzy costume, double breasted mica spinning jacket with rust red eBike helmet.   

** ** Brunch At Crescents ** **

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You are seated with us at the booth, a long rust red plank that spans the far wall of Crescents Cafe. Next to you a place is set for the absentee guest, Marzy L E. A folded card, in remembrance of her brother who was leaning on a Sequoiadendron when his image was snapped, is set as a centerpiece with the inscription "As limbs decay in grounded leaves, our hearts climb into living trees."  

"Dipole wrap."

"Groken nodules with oilach dressing."

"Bennu boop.". 

Orders for food and drink are called out randomly.

Sunny Tannan requests Chromodynamic crepes, "Please."

"Butyrate stew." "Pumpkin kraut" is my choice. "Smiles to go with salsup." "Tectonic plate." This cuisine promotes salivation in the tubarian glands.

You order something more familiar, the crescent roll platter..

"I don't know these people. Why was I invited?" you ask yourself.

You are here because "Ilios Welkin, you have been elected Battery Specialist for the Qubottics eBike mission. The spinners at this table including myself, I'm Ahn Sola, welcome you to the team."

**  The Lung-Gut Passage  **

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Memo from Beem-- Phase 3 of your eBike training is to track Bacillus and other microbes. It is imperative to the mission that the team's biomes test positive for diversity.

"Ready to begin, Sola?"

"Oha, ready," I reply. "Hum, h-hum, hum-m-m...."

Humming increases nitric oxide which can percolate for hours in the nasal passage, relaxing inner muscles to promote flow.

Changing the song to "Out 2-3-4, in 2-3-4, out 2-3-4. in...,"  I sit with the morning fog, dorsums crossed. 

We can feel a few billion microbes respiring with us as we swallow a shared breath. Down the passageway, seamlessly like a wave without neurons, beneficial bacteria rappel from the throat toward subatomic levels of the gut. There they combine with metabolites and other nutrients. Meanwhile, specialized molecules protect genes from stellar radiation. 

"Oha, We're ready for an exhale," I call to the team of colon biota that join nutrients (enhanced with lentil sprouts) for the ascent toward lung territory..

Sacrum released, the dispersion of oxygen/carbon/nitrogen begins at the kegel muscles and rises into the abdomen. 

The vertebral ribs float like buoys. Diaphragm massages bronchial tubes. Shoulders tingle. Throat widens, stimulating the palate. Nostrils flare. Cilia wave to the fresh blend of microbiota that have traveled with healthy electrons from the depths of anatomy. 

A relaxed energetic exchange from gut to tongue, lung to gut, increases diversity.

Another memo from the boss-- Brunch at Crescents. Bring eBike awards.   

** **Best Apparition NOW** **

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"Come OUT of your POD, Ahn Sola."

"Oha, just a nanosec," I shout back.

"NOW is the best time to view."

I rush out the back slider and behold.. a rust red thread of glimmering light from the rising Outer Hemisphere to the threshold of our quad at Qubottics. 

Sunny adjusts his PC scope.

"Take a look," he says. "That is where you and your crew will be spinning."

"Spectacular, Sunny."

There on the lens are some well known Exogeologic markings.. Afriq-shaped Sytris Major with its crater Huygens.. to the right, eBike-shaped Sinus Sabeus.... 

Here in my thoughts is Marzy. Did she or her crew leave any bold markings at the Pediment to indicate their condition after the quake? No one knows if they are injured or worse.

"Sunny, can you magnify the Pediment?"    

** ** NOT A  CRYOPHILE ** **

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"Mommy, I want to take your face and put it on the face of the butterfly in my bug box."  -kinder quote.

A butterfly is not a cryophile but yes to some insects, worms and unicellular phytoplankton that can multiply where water is solid. How is this possible? Take, for example, the subsurface of the Outer Hemisphere.. beneath layers of rust red ro

** ** Weak After Equinox ** **

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You are special. "No, I'm an animal."

                                  -kinder quote

I am Ahn Sola, oha, spinning specialist. The boss had sent me and Sunny to the equinoctial line to complete phase 2 of my training for the back2mars mission. Our eBikes need new spokes. I am exhausted but need to catch up on my research, such as how the fabric of place/time expands faster than c. And to simulate a portrait of the sky from the summit of Olympus Mons. And to analyze components in images of the clay bearing unit near Tower Butte... and to map the rust red equatorial region of the Outer Hemisphere.

** **Week Before Equinox** **

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"When I yawn, it sounds like the wind."

                                       -kinder quote

Solar winds are calmer now as the 409,090,909th solar cycle begins, assuming that the cycle has been consistent every 11 years. Also, at this time, the sun is about to cross our celestial equator.

To celebrate the changing of the seasons, eCyclists gather in Kinshasa, largest city on the equinoctial line of our Inner Hemisphere. It is an amazing sight. 366 eBike wheels cross the equator in sync with the astronomical equinox.  

** ** **  Terrestrial pH  **  ** **

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7.2 to 9 alkalinity, as measured by Marzy's eBike crew before the quake at Aeolis Palus near Greenhaugh pediment, a pH that is toxic to microscopic sediment such as Wi phirus. 

** **Cosmic Resonances** **

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I aim my CP toward the rust red Outer Hemisphere. It is dusk and easily visible using the scope app. What is that on the lens? not the Outer Hemisphere, not a bolide meteor, nor an eBike lifting off, looks like a migrating

DJUMBA (African Hornbill)

In flight, the Djumba calls.

Bell tones strike the sky in response.

From its vine a calabash breaks, in time, down-up-down-down-up .

Beneath us, the ground echoes our slow deep drumming.

To our pulse an old leopard paces, a solemn dance.

Four, three, one, her spots are fading.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

in another place, a different leopard with fading spots simultaneously paces. This event could exert an effect on the solemn dance of the former leopard.

"BL-EEP-BL-EEP-BL..."

Spluttering steam from my iron pan

triggers the smoke detector.

"BL-EEP-BL-EEP.." from the sky...

... a mockingbird?

Or it could be a cosmic ray pitch angle scattering in magnetostatic turbulence. My CP is detecting a field of particles in helical motion, just another cosmic resonance.

** ** Entangled Hammock ** ** 

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I roll over and fall. It's a starless nigh, oha, can't recall where I am.

I reach for my eBike lamp. Lamp not there, bump my head and it's whirling like the half spin of an electron. Wait, a dim beam from the street lamp is breaking through the fog, no, a solar beam. Dawn lights up this porch. The door is open, of course, I did unlock it last nigh. Stepping inside, I switch on the utilities. The walls are draped with fabric, likely covering the previous owner's dart punctures. Clothespins are holding notes along a rope above the table. Here's one written on junk mail: Things to do- 1.remove poison ivy from embankment 2.organize paperwork 3.look up toward vs towards. 4..5.. Hand written on a slice of cardboard is a series of poems:

Sky gazing- places

beyond, between the stars, is

what brightens my face.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

-STOUTER THAN I-

I doubt that we shall e'er perceive

a word as stout as our baob tree.

An active verb ascends toward its leaves

bound to tire bending knees.

I doubt slow O's can loop with ease

up broad branches bearing bees.

Most proper nouns are stouter than I,

such as Adansonia gregorii

and Elephantidae ivory

reaching for h- o -n- e- y,

yet none have a trunk like our species. 

We watch those words from this shady retreat.

where gourd-like fruits drop to our feet.

These baobab seeds we dare not eat

or dare we dine, a zesty feast.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

-No Rest for the Departed-

Belongings cascade from the antique drawer.

On the desktop paperwork lands haphazardly

like origami airplanes on their runway.

where's the will? what is prepaid?

does a death certificate expire? 

Junk mail continues to accumulate, lifetime guarantee.

Condolences arrive from the Gargoyles 

at Beverly Library. Gulls on the Mudflats

harmoniously tweet in remembrance.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

DUST SETTLES

Dust rising from that field reminds me of home

where ebony branches reach beyond the sun 

and clouds are late arriving.

A weathered hand, combing grandchild's curls, 

looks like my mother's hand.

Your woven shawl, rusty spigot, yams roasting...

the bray that echoes in this darkening village 

sounds like my village welcoming us.

Here, dancing with drummers, reminds me of home.

And, on the off beat of a moment ablaze, sparks flare,  

eyes spark, charred toes kick up the earth

and swirling smoke carries my shadow home

to where I have never been. Dust settles in Africa.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

A faded envelope is pinned to the clothesline, ohha, my initials printed on it, A.S. I open the envelope and unfold the scrap of paper inside: "To my new friend, Ahn Sola, and her younger friend Raeya. I am dead, or not. The key on your necklace is the key that was placed on your deskpad at Qubottics the day I departed on my eBike for the Outer Hemisphere..."  Just as I suspected, this Fleetwood 2000 is Marzy's place. "Stay dry, roof may need reinforcement but not the floor. It's solid steel beams. I am certain that you have disentangled yourself from the hammock, if not, you would have remained entangled, settled in its curvature and not reading this note. Stay spinning, from Marzy."       

** Spin to the Foothills  **

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Foothills on the Outer Hemisphere? search it on Goggle: 'south of the northern crater wall adjacent to Aeolis Palus.' I know that ..it's our mission's proposed drop down site. I need a break .. these walls are caving into me like clouds of gas tunneling toward a black hole. I leave my workpod without notice to the boss, pounce onto my eBike and spin three hours to the nearest  foothill.

I find 741 LMR, the gravel drive overgrown, Support-Your-Local-Fireflies posted on a tree stump, gate unlocked. Hanging from the porch beam a scarecrow figure, wearing a dark shadowy skirt with fish bones pattern, greets me. A note is taped to the door:

FOOTHILLS TRAIL

The Foothills find me tangled in

in a thorny briar merging onto

the trail. I taste that vine

as its tip is tender. I grab a nearby

Mentha leaf to freshen my breath.

The Foothills watch me hiking 

toward steeper destinations. 

The Foothills like my wind swept hair. 

They brush it with a Sassafras twig.

They give my inquisitive feet 

a mud bath. They tuck me into 

a bed of Glossadelphus moss. 

The Foothills adopt me.

The Mountains have visitation.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^  

** ** **  Geno Scene  ** ** **

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"Rare Species" is the talk of all districts. 

"Let's have them join us for tea," says the Duchess.

"I would like to paint you, Monsieur Hadzien, parlez-vous francais?" asks the cafe artist.

"The creator has a sense of humor, so I'll go with the hazie, " says Dude 1.

"No cap, hazies are cool," says Dude 2.

"Knock knock. Who's there. It's Hazie. Hazie who? It's Hazie out here so let me in."

"What did the hazie ask the sapie?-  Where's your flint stone?

"What did the sapie ask the hazie?-  Any vape in this valley?"

HADZIEN appears in the crossword puzzle section of the 'Yorker Times.'

Petitioners are collecting signatures to include Homo hadzien in the Taxonomy Registry.

Governments lobby for an amendment to acknowledge Hadzien as a separate species. Some Sapies are protesting that there is no scientific evidence showing Homo hadzien to be different from Homo sapien.

Qubottics plans to donate an eBike to the Rift Valley hadzien tribe in Tanzana.

Rae Rai is in the field taking a poll concerning the rare species cited at sites.google.com/site/genoscene

I am at my workpod studying the magnetic field needed to induce soft robotic materials to 'shape shift' for applications in search and rescue missions during future Outer Hemisphere exploration, and for applications in discovering new species living in spaces where only rubber robots can access.

** ** **  Qubottics  ** ** **

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I enjoy my job at Qubottics. It combines qubytes with historical bit research for development of Ar flourohydrides to Z batteries that could enhance the comfort of future eBike travel. Earlier, m... oha, someone is tapping.

Sunny Tannan steps in, our CET (Chief Executive Trainer). "Gmorn, Ahn Sola. Here's your updated cougar claw routine," he says, setting a smile to me. "You look like a six pack of nebulas, but your grinning muscles need a workout."

I set my eyes to my deskpad. "Thanks, Sunny, V U later." Sigh, need to get back to light induced lattice expansion on perovskite solar film, which will be the energy source for our mission.   

** **  Pledge of Legions  ** **

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"Please salute for the Pledge of Legions," I announce. The boss set me up to preside over this month's state of Qubottics meeting. All of us salute, pledging, "We raise a smile to this resplendent land that sustains us where, in all elements, our conscience maintains the Blue Ridge to Outer Banks, one domain, under sod, ever to be Carolinia." 

** **  Grave Assignment  ** **

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"Sey, Sola, I just completed an interview for Ridgex. Will you proofread it for me?" Rae Rae asks, removing her eBike helmet.

"Oha, of course, Rae." She sets the file on my deskpad.

Interview With PACK

I knock on his headstone beneath the spooky branch.

The city council sent me and I do expect an answer

to a hundred year long land ownership dispute.

"Hello, George Pack?" Politely I inquire.

"Was the town square deeded properly and to the proper buyer?"

"Yes, I was G. Willis Pack." He nods his bony Pack face.

"And I've spread some seedy deeds all over Pack Place.

But my intention was to gift Pack Square for all to freely use."

"Seedy deeds," I note. I doubt the council will excuse.

"One more question, if you please." 

"No," his eerie voice refuses.

I drive my notes home along the broad riverside.

In a plot beyond this spooky curb, a chattier soul resides.

"I was a 'Federate man with a military mare. You see, 

my friend George built Vance Obelisk for me at Pack Square.

Yes, G. Willis was the Pack man with a Yankee Pack face

and he spread some seedy deedies all over the Place."

**  ** Mute Moonday **  **

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"Merry Mute Moonday, Ahn Sola," my trainer greets me.

"Hold on, save your words, Sunny."

"Why, what's the limit?" he asks.

Doesn't he know? On Mute Moonday all Hemispherans are restricted to lip reading or 200 spoken words. Blogs are also limited to 200; so, the Ubble Deep UV Scope does not relay details about the racy fohton flashing across the horizon of the Bioverse 46 billion light years away. 

Sunny is a free solo eCyclist. He exits my workpod for a spin. He thwacks his throttle, passing friends who are miming with silly grins and wild grimaces. To his right, politicians in the House garden deal pinochle cards, lobbying prohibited. Ahead, quiet petitioners wave their banner -NO SINGING IN THE SHOWER- (135 words so far).  At the next intersection, Sunny turns to nature, a millipede soundlessly flaunting its feet, one by one. But who's counting?

**  Greenhaugh Pediment   **

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      In murky air with stress and fear

      is where contagions reappear.

                     -anthrocene proverb

"Sola, please investigate the cause of the the terrain contagion that swept across the Outer Hemisphere's equatorial region," says my boss. "We must confirm that previously infected rifts no longer endanger geologic structures. Our eBike mission cannot be compromised."

"I've already started on it, Mr Yupp." He is intensely focused on our mission, having no thoughts of whether Marzy's crew is dead or alive out there.  

Oha, proceed with the task. The last communication from Marzy occurred at Greenhaugh Pediment, an outcrop along Valles Marineris. It is uncertain whether she was separated from her crew during the quaking. I will continue my investigation with ...

** ** ** GOOD Saturday ** ** **

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      My pen drops in bed

      lost where dreams end with tea- I

      wake in inky sheets.

Eyes open to a toppled mug. I tend to reach for things in my sleep. Day and nigh I've been collecting data about movie stars to streaming particles. My boss expects all the details that could increase our odds for a successful eBike mission such as the interaction of characters in the film "Star Trekkers"; a list of fermions that can act like their own anti fermions; whether the Bioverse is antitrophic (expanding at a different rate in different places) or isotrophic (expanding at the same rates in all directions); how fast magnetic north will shift, currently calculated at 34 miles per year; the accuracy of the Bed Machine that depicts bumps and hollows beneath the South Pole; to observe camel culls that cross Anangu Pitjantjatjara Yankunytjatjara, able to detect moisture at distant A/C vents; if there exists a prescription for laughter in low gravity environments; simultaneous generaliz...   ...my Inbox bleats. It's an odd message:

Let me rephrase GOOD Saturday... Isn't that when the body bearer carries him far into the cave but it is the wrong cave so after the multitudes leave he, exhausted, drags the remains into the night toward the holy cave which is closed for redemption?       Please copy and paste this to a friend.

** ** **  Dove Triangle  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr103.0120AT

You would think this is about bird migration- wrong- it concerns the hormonal chemistry of my work group. We generally focus on the eBike mission; however, Beem, the boss, set a smile to my friend Rae Rae and hired her part time. Rae Rae sends high frequency vibes to my trainer Sunny. Sunny hovers over me like a moon struck Columbina dove. And I, Ahn Sola, am attracted to Beem, uncontrollably. 

Gravitation is what pulls us into this Dove Triangle.

** ** **  Rae Rae's A.S.  ** ** **

eBike2mars 14Gyr102.0120AT 

Tap tap. "Step in." It's my friend Rae Rae from AC Bioversity.

"Sey, Sola, you look rate. Must be all the eBike training," she tells me.

"Rae, it looks like you are up to something other than the Ridgex job."

"Y-yes, I'm working on my A.S. chart. Would you like a copy?" she asks.

"Sure, But what is A S?"

"A S means After Singularity, pertaining to my chain of existence since the Big Bing." Rae presses the link button on my CP.

(If you are using a small device, tilt it sideways)

        }}  A S Chart by Rae  {{ 

       {my chain of existence}

1 AS ( 13.7 billion y.a.-10^-36 sec. )    Moment of

       singularity/no extremities              ESSENCE

       oscillation/cosmic hiccup              PULSATION

       inflation > faster than c                  INHALATION

       raw energy/plasmic mass              FORCE

       quark/gluon/"dark photons"           COLLISION

       symmetry breaking/protons           SEPARATION

100,000 AS (13.6999 billion yrs ago)   Age of

       1st molecule/helium hydride         ATTACHMENT

400,000 AS (13.699 billion y.a.)           Age of

       dark Bioverse/cosmic fog             OBSCURITY

100,000,000 AS (13.6 billion y.a.)        Age of

       formation of "proto-stars"               LUMINOSITY

200,000,000 AS (13.5 billion y.a.)         Age of

       first galaxies                                   CLUSTERING

1,000,000,000 AS (12.7 billion y.a,)      Age of

       particles contract/recombine.        TRANSPARENCY

2,700,000,000 AS (11 billion y.a.)          Age of

       our Silky Way pulls together.          SPIRALING

9,200,000,000 AS (4.5 billion y.a.)        Age of