“German satellite crash lands on earth after returning at 280mph… but WHERE is it?”
Inquiring humanoids hope to ascertain a fugitive. They are offended by the seeming absence of sound science in a recent ‘fall from grace’ of certain space dwelling craft. Amongst avians of my ilk, we describe these dead drops in terms of extinction, a “mis-communique,” or utopic malfunction. Another artificial moon seemingly goes the way of the dodo, disappearing at impossible speeds, dodging humanoids under the aegis of optimistic odds. Visions of beige mini-vans, the favored referential objects, seen careening out of control, captained by end stage obliterati then –poof— disappearing. (Presti)digital denizens are combing the ether, patrolling the Hertzian depths , clamoring for a vanishing act that every vanguard mage aspires towards. Floating worlds, dimensional hideouts, this could well be a sort of anemic atemporality, nay, an atemporealty, a beach front at 700 Mhz, a symbolic instantiation of a material form.
More so than just a cheap trick of astronomical and sorcerous bodies, these heavy fragments actuate an inverse shock collar, backwards vapor cone or anti-shock egg. Becoming invisible, an imperceivable obsolescence, hidden in plain sight to the natives unaccustomed to the protocol for perceiving artifacts of invisible wars




Or so it would seem from the flood of info-projectiles and theory objects beaming into our atmosphere presently, encapsulated in the guise of off-world oracles. First impressions, first thousand impressions, click frauds, counter narratives and all!
With dreams come responsibility my friends, no one has time enough to stare blankly into ephemeral, if iridescent, data fields! Trains of thought must contain information to be of value these days!
Increasingly,
Uncanny and alien, these calcified instantiations of visionary thought-forms are mistaken as