The Tillinghast resonator is running: in this confined space it should give me just enough warning to shit myself before I die.

Nice Reference to From Beyond.

The Tillinghast resonator lets me notice things that would otherwise be invisible to merely human eyes, and something about it makes my skin crawl, as if it’s neither dead nor alive, or even undead, but something else entirely; something waiting in the shadows that is as uninterested in issues of life and death as a stony asteroid rolling eternally through the icy depths of space, pacing out a long orbit that will end in the lithosphere of a planet wrapped in a fragile blue-green ecosystem. Looking at it makes me feel like the human species is simply collateral damage waiting to happen.

Mix – Teena Marie Ooh la la la: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRFBZpRZGq4&list=RDJRFBZpRZGq4

And see what was being blasted at top volume by a biker next to us, wearing a bandana around his face and Harvey – Davidson jacket / wwii german army helmet.

We were tickled to say the least.

Beware, world. I am on the path.

“This baby’s got sixteen embedded blade servers from HP running the latest from Microsoft Federal Systems division and supporting a TLA Enterprise Non-Stop Transactional Intelligence(TM) middleware cluster[ Translation: “a bunch of computers.”] connected to the corporate extranet via a leased Intelsat pipe.”

The dirty little secret of the intelligence-gathering job is that information doesn’t just want to be free — it wants to hang out on street corners wearing gang colors and terrorizing the neighbors. When you apply a contagion field to any kind of information storage system, you make it possible to suck the data out via any other point in the contagion field.

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