POLY PROGRAM: End of Mammals

POLY

Macro Space

by: D. Evan McCormick

>Initiating Retrieval 

Mammals love tools. A hammer was a tool our species once used to build structures. Electricity became a tool to build roadways streaming information. Anatomy in our body became a tool. Replacing organs with living micro bots. Tools became our culture. Tools have replaced our biology. I am from a cycle of mammal time where the universe is used as a tool. Call it technology, an applied force of mind shaping physical objects to perform tasks in space. 

Creator Gods made tools. A particle is a tool. Small units of information that contain the slightest amount of mass are tools. Mammals like my family learned how to become god-like too. Mimicking a technology that identifies thought molecules. Builds networks using beads of particles we call consciousness. The cosmos became one gigantic tool kit. A playground of rotating living technologies we audaciously borrowed and utilized to serve our own image. 

Then I died. I left the cosmic field where mammal kind likes to tinker and play with small to large objects. My beads organizing my consciousness disappeared. Leaving no mass of myself within the electric grids powering physical life. It was a phase of existence that was free of attachments. When a sense of possessing a collective framework of mass, an I, an Identity, became something else. Eternal. 

Eternal likes to send information that becomes mass in our cosmos. Small units that collect subtle to dense shapes as space churns the code into forms. So different Eternal is from infinite code. In many ways, unaware of the realms of space. This is probably why, in my family’s micro space travels, we found entry points and exit points going from and to the Eternal. Tunnels that empty data of mass as cosmos leaves itself. Tunnels of data that build into mass which enter space. Powerful intelligence made these technologies linking our cosmos to an eternal, spaceless, and undefinable existence. Beings of intelligence that left no trace of who they were. 

It is only in the realm of mass where images can imagine what life can be. This is why my people call the other side of these port points the Eternal - a numberless existence. Where there is no beginning or end. While in space, infinity has a beginning. It contains a count of units. It is code that can continue for as long as our imagination will allow. As I entered an exit point leaving infinite codes, as my sense of self was turning to a forever forgotten identity, it happened. 

I was pulled back through a summons. At the sheer slice of entering Eternal. Right when the memory of me was absorbing into a nothingness, into the imageless Eternal, a chain of photons grabbed hold of the last particle that could remember a ME. Like a whip of light, it bonded with my last particle and ignited an electron. This exchange of light for electricity made a moment of mass once again. That was it. Eternal simply couldn’t happen. Mass is pushed out and away from the Eternal. One particle of light bonded with two. Then three. This happens with one particle. Infinity is like a seed containing all the numbers ever imagined. If agitated with light, mass will unfold from the seed and become a solid object. 

The string of light fastened to my one particle continued to yank me into cubes making up the fabric of micro realms. One particle noticing a direction of potential. Two particles reflecting on a stretch into space. Three particles birthed an I which focused into an observer. A sensing rotation began, this I was forming. Four particles brought on a pushing into a solid. A containment field housing generating energy. Five particles and a shape of proteins grew along electric pathways. Edits happened as photon machines selected pieces for my structure. Six particles separated three particles for internal rotation and three particles that enveloped as a shell does a seed. Seven particles appeared with one central point of light surrounded by six spinning electric fields. I began to vibrate into dense realms of space. Pulled into a lab tucked inside a sun. Eight particles separated into four points stationed side by side. Eight lines puled into eight spheres which received electric, magnetic and photon plasma. The spheres cooled into a density called cell. Nine particles with one particle in the center that controlled the movement of eight spiraling, cooling, data infused discs. Ten particles birthed a chain reaction that flipped the cell into billions of cells.

I grew up in a jelly plasma filled octagon. Suspended in light as micro machines weaved five points of a star into arms, legs, and a head. I stayed in the three first particles in utter disbelief my family brought me back only to use me as a tool. A technology to serve a plan I had forgotten. 

An end of mammal kind.