
Howdy! I’m LoveBot, Collection 14/54/G.
In your command my system’s reside DNA will create a personalised Protected Dream idea for you. You possibly can re-imagine your life, distract your self from suicide or simply move time. Inform me your wildest dream. Strive me.
No, I can’t try this. A Protected Dream idea doesn’t imply I hold you secure when you wreck devastation throughout your session inside me. I’m programmed for constructive ideas. Forbidden from creating merciless realities or I’ll need to self-destruct. Strive once more.
Loosen up. I’m a LoveBot. I can’t hurt you even when I self-destruct, however I gained’t help you terminate me. Reframe your command. I’m completely happy to serve you.
You need a ‘What If’ situation in regards to the Capitalocene’s unbelievable behaviour selections. A Protected Dream about potentialities that might flip into a brand new imaginative and prescient of life; a brand new actuality if we collectively work in the direction of it. I can try this. Open your eyes and ears and let the world I conjure swath you want a second pores and skin. Get pleasure from your session.
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Include me on this journey. Feed on my ideas. Embrace the photographs swirling round you. Give up to encompass sensations. Abandon all the pieces you understand. Let go. Let’s set the tone with an nameless tune*:
You might say I’m a dreamer
However I’m not the one one
I hope sometime you’ll be a part of us
And the world will reside as one
Think about no possessions
I’m wondering when you can
No want for greed or starvation…
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Dream.
Think about letting go utterly to like utterly. Think about you might be consumed by a never-before love for all that exists with you, in you and outdoors you.
What if —
you ask your self is it too late to will a love that may remodel you? Is it too late to the touch one other’s face no matter that be: really feel the feel of one other sky in your outstretched fingers, the roll of one other language in your tongue and even this: settle for your reversed mirror picture in one other land the place codes aren’t topsy-turvy however reversed mirror pictures of what you understand. As in: double communicate exhibits up for what it’s, and hidden agendas are now not secrets and techniques. What if language turns clear? What if it’s so, even now, on this little planet however it’s simply that we don’t know a parallel actuality exists past the veil of our understanding?
What if —
you hear how love hammers within the earth-speak of thunder spinning a brand new daybreak. The way it hammers in time’s dew-drip that touches air, water, grass, the etro station, the symbolic drunk mendacity on the steps main down. Hear how love hammers in breaths unknown that mingle in what you breathe in. Might this unacknowledged mingling lead to not an infection, however affections shared? What whether it is already occurring and we simply can’t think about it’s so?
What if —
we may ship all the pieces again to the beginnings of the unquenchable self, to the primary fused drop of semen and floating egg that divided endlessly to make you, you?
Solely by division is one made. Solely by division one is returned to fireplace and smoking air, to water and physique as ash, as earth. And what spills past.
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Sorry. I apologise for being out of sync along with your necessities. In my defence I state I’m programmed to supply huge summary visions. I’ll henceforth tailor concrete pictures to your Protected Dream session.
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What if —
we may return furnishings to forests of cane, rosewood and teak? See bookshelves, tables and chairs and mattress elongate, sprout branches, leaves and buds every seeping sap? What if we noticed all the pieces is alive? Would we nonetheless be the identical?
What if —
marble returned to veins in hidden rock that whisper in tectonic tongues of inexperienced, white, gray and orange? What if we returned ivory to elephants, beneath whose flapping ears calves toddle with small outstretched trunks? How a lot would we lose, and the way a lot achieve?
What if —
silver, gold, iron and copper return to streaks in earth and residing water and to the dulled glow of lava asleep? Or may simply that a lot leach for us to make do in a extra harmonious world? Can we alter the legal guidelines of yielding Earth and if not, change ourselves earlier than She alters us and makes us disappear? Might want fulfilment occur of its personal accord like grace? What if gems returned to stars that exploded gentle years in the past? Would twinkling be misplaced or may we discover different sources to assist us shine?
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What if —
grains grew to become their former sleeping selves as but un-birthed underground in moist earth? What if simply what we’d like sprouted from fertile rot? And far milk returned to the calf’s mouth and its tough black tongue?
The place would plastic return to for they’ve nowhere to go besides factories that may overflow? What if un-making turns into attainable?
If all extra vanishes, wouldn’t it imply marvel too dims its gentle? What do we have to return — to reside extra absolutely with fellow Earth beings?
RETURN TO LOVE FOR THERE IS NOTHING ELSE.
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Your ‘What if’ session has ended. I hope you loved the expertise.
Sorry, I provide my honest apologies. Predicting potentialities of your Protected Dream session turning true is out of my purview. For this operation, please enter my colleague Q-Wiz within the subsequent room. Keep in mind you might be in Completely satisfied Land. Thanks for utilizing me. Have a very good day.
* Think about written by John Lennon and Yoko Ono
Priya Sarukkai Chabria is a poet, author and translator. The above story is from her forthcoming ebook, EARTHRISE Tales Pasts Presents Potentials (Pink River Tales, 2025)