Victor Alberto Bueno Marichal: 2025

sábado, 22 de febrero de 2025

Avoiding mirrors

Avoiding mirrors

Avoiding mirrors
Trying to fool them
Studying history
Looking for the moral of his tale

I wonder what the universe will look like
with insect eyes
and what is all this about
I know there is no explanation

We are more programmed than a bot
Dragged by the genes
--Free will is a mirage
in the river of DNA

Or at least 70%
The rest we learn from society
We inherit it and bequeath it
trying not to be out of tune

I have a narrator
in the left hemisphere of the brain
who makes stories
with what the right tells him

And today he told me this:
   It's all very simple:
      It's about not letting ourselves get screwed
      and protecting those we love

      The idolaters of freedom
      play the chips on a board that goes
      from Ur of the Chaldeans
      to the last empire

      Only he who surrenders loses
      He who sows himself does not die
      Only he who persists wins
      Only this game is eternal

Leonardo Bardo IV
For Michael Gazzaniga

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/22/2025

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lunes, 17 de febrero de 2025

Will come ultraviolet dawns

Will come ultraviolet dawns

The civilization of the victor
Its science and its beautiful weapons
Its trade and mind-blowing art
Its pedantic army

The ruined temples
of the God of the defeated
Its hypocritical truce
and its weary surrender

They will float like trees dragged
by the river of history
Antiseptic and sterile
is the sea into which it flows

The machine that will replace us
with all its heart of metal
and its objective and rational mind
will admire the organized ants

Infrared sunsets will come
ultraviolet dawns
and fluorescent midnights
simulated on a computer

It will not become an anecdote
our history
It will be just another piece of data
a value in an equation

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/17/2025

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sábado, 15 de febrero de 2025

The land of Xoroxloo Duxee

The land of Xoroxloo Duxee

Nothing is worth
owning
and no one is more
than another
You can only inherit
honey
and gaze slowly
at the setting sun
in the land
of Xoroxloo Duxee

Perhaps you can hear
the stars singing
with the bushmen
on quiet nights
and you can feel
the wind stirring
the colonies
of flying ants
that call for the arrival
of the rains
and the magic that turns into colour
in the flowers of the savannah

The sun will tell you
the last stories
that patiently
evaporate
from the fountain of desires
that have survived
in the burning lands
of the Kalahari
Where drums beat
in the hearts
of the antelopes
and the dew of the stars
shines with beauty
in the eyes of giraffes

Edgar Bueno
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Feb/15/2025
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viernes, 7 de febrero de 2025

Welcome to the spider

Welcome to the spider

After so much work searching in the Amplified Virtual Synthetic Reality (AVSR) the only thing I have found is a door with these letters:
Restricted Forum

Enter your invitation or membership card

I press the bell just out of curiosity.
The side door opens, I enter.
I am surrounded by mirrors.
In red neon letters it shines above:
Security Check

Next to a red button you can read:
Press this button to authorize the checking.

I press it
A bio-insulating suit with
helmet descends.
I take mine off and put it on.
--Please wait.
An attractive female voice tells me.
I wait.
They are going to check me.
--Who invited you?
I give her the name and identification of an enemy.
--We have checked and we have not found any invitation, please put your suit back on and leave.
I give her the ID of my avatar with more access.
--We have checked and we have not found any invitation, please put your suit back on and leave.
I give her the public ID of the Pope of the True Church of God (TCG).
--Dear brother – an animation of the TCG’s pope tells me while hugging me – I do not remember having invited you, I have checked and you have more than enough merits, you just need to formalize the payment.
He lets me go and gives me the payment instructions smiling as if we had known each other all our lives.
I pay with the ID of a neighbor that I hate.
--Dear brother – the animation of the TCG’s pope tells me while hugging me – we have not been able to make the payment. Do you have another avatar with more availability?
I pay with the ID of my avatar with more access.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, while hugging me— we were unable to make the payment. Do you have another avatar with more availability? Do you know that you only have three attempts left before we block you for life?
I pay with the public ID of the Pope of the TCG.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, hugging me—you don’t know how much I would love to be able to invite you, but I’m sure you understand that when something is restricted it is precisely so that not everyone, but a few chosen by Success, can enjoy it. You are one of those chosen, you just have to formalize the payment.
I pay with my ID.
--Dear brother—the animation of the Pope of the TCG tells me, while hugging me—I am sure that when you achieve the Success you deserve, you will be able to pay the initial membership fee in less than the twenty years that your current income allows you. There are other clubs that are more affordable for you. Can I redirect you to the door of the club that I am sure is the most appropriate for you at this time?
--I pay with the identification of my most secret avatar.
A door opens.
--Welcome to the spider— a beautiful woman tells me, sitting in front of a roulette wheel—your current funds are only enough for 6 months of membership. If we charge you for the full year, you will only have enough left to buy food for a week. That is not allowed by the AVSR etiquette, but we are going to give you the opportunity to earn the rest of your membership in a game. If you win, you become a member for a year, and if you lose, you leave, and we will only discount two hours of your membership, and we will never answer you when you ring the bell again. Do you like roulette?
--No, I prefer the Quantum Randomness Generator (QRG) from one to ten.
--Tell me your number.
--9
I press the red button of destiny.
A bunch of nines come out of the QRG and bounce off the walls and ceiling as a crowd shouts “nine,” applauds, and shouts “nine” again.
--Welcome to the spider, dear partner. What do you want to play?
-Show me the ones you have and see if I’m interested in any of them.
• --We have “War” from Paleolithic to virtual for control of the AVSR through biological and nuclear.
• --We have four-dimensional chess. We have all the sports with balls, animals, and machines.
• --We have all the games with dice, cards, and boards.
• --We have “Eternal Salvation,” “Perfect Love,” “Return to Nature,” “Conquest of Paradise,” “Artistic Creation,” “Triumph of Justice,” “Finding Truth,” “Liberation of the Oppressed,” and a whole lot more.
We guarantee that you will not be able to distinguish between the memories of what you experienced during the games and your other memories and dreams, and that you will experience them with all your senses. You can select thousands of shades between winner and loser.
--As a member you can try them all for a year. Believe me, you are really welcome to the spider.
--A question just out of curiosity, if you’ll excuse me, why is this called the spider?
--What you’ve seen so far of the AVSR is the web, this is the spider.

For Edgar

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/7/2025
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jueves, 6 de febrero de 2025

SAND

SAND

Abandoned
among the dunes
it squeezes
in that other time
that seems to pass
slower
Where mirages
and shadows dried
by the sun
have resigned
to the solitude of the desert

On the seashore
it shines and dreams
of eternal things
Unearthing
and burying treasures
imagining castles
sighing tides
in its routine of moon and salt

Immersed in the depths
of the crystal
it looks at us from
a blind mirror
incapable of reflecting
how alien and indifferent
time can be

Edgar Bueno
Feb-06-2025

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sábado, 1 de febrero de 2025

FROM THE TRENCHES

FROM THE TRENCHES

Before you shoot me
let's find a song
that we can sing together
Let us keep destiny
inside a wonderful lamp
to make a wish
Let us take away
for a moment
this taste of shrapnel

Before I can shoot you
tell me what your name is
I'll tell you how
to pronounce mine
Maybe we can
be friends
Pretend to be alive
for a little while longer
and cheat death

Before we kill each other
tell me who's waiting for you
I'll tell you about my farewell
we could cry with sadness
But I think it's better
we could wake up
somewhere else
half dead but laughing
give each other a hug
and tell each other at the same time
today is not a good day
to die

Edgar Bueno
Feb-01-2025
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jueves, 23 de enero de 2025

Thank You very much

Thank You very much

Thank you to the light

and to the women

To the dew and to the breeze

To the moon and to the tides

To the song of the birds

To the memory of yesterday

To the aroma of coffee

To the prodigious alchemy

of photosynthesis

To the clouds, rains

and gravity

To the aroma

of tangerines

And to the sweetness of mangoes

To the grapes and to the wines

To the taste of chocolate

To the sound and to the echo

To our brothers

called animals

To the children and the games

To the grandmothers and their smiles

To the pillows

loaded with dreams

To the rotation

and the translation

To the distant stars

To the microscope

and to the telescope

To the books and the grey hair

To the music and to the peace

To the joy and to the emotion

To the wonder and to the surprises

To the love and to the hope

To all the colours

that give us

the rainbow and sunset

To the past and to the future

in the adventure of life

Edgar Bueno

Jan-23-2025

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jueves, 9 de enero de 2025

Birds Factory

Birds Factory

It was destroyed long before I was born, I know that a great-great-grandfather of mine worked here and had a management position. In the Augmented Virtual Synthetic Reality (AVSR) it is easy to study it, like almost everything.

This is where the raw material arrived, from here the product came out:

Electric cars: almost automatic, almost mechanical, almost bots, almost cheap, almost everything, except free, after the regulations.

More than fifty thousand humans and countless machines and bots did what was necessary here so that almost all customers felt proud to be one and so that almost everyone wanted to be a customer.

Cars killed millions, or rather: inexperienced and irresponsible humans killed millions of people using manually controlled cars.

With electric cars, the first attempts were made to improve the human capacity to drive something that can move at a hundred miles per hour.

It is obvious now, but at the time it seemed dangerous to try to automate private personal transport, but all it took was to use the bots that automated public transport.

I am walking among rusty rails, seeing broken windows, door less portals and expensive and powerful machines turned into scrap metal.

It is a grey and cold day, as it has been almost every day for the last fifty years.

The ruins are depressing, like all corpses, they are frightening.

Something that was is no longer, and probably something dear has been lost.

One assumes some glory, greatness or splendor that has been lost forever.

One does not know if the winner, who was undoubtedly stronger, was the best, was right, or was fairer than the loser, but one has no other alternative than to accept it without boasting too much, out of caution and courtesy, because only the survivors leave descendants and one is alive.

In the lives of many people this plant was something very important.

In old 2D videos you can see strikes, machines, bots and people working together and celebrating.

You can see the importance of the birds factory in their lives in the way people acted.

They were all very busy, they were doing something that they thought was very important.

I have no doubt that many people were happy here or at least they were so busy that they had no time to face their unhappiness.

I have been coming here for a long time. I used to come here to play and explore with my friends. I am a old man now, now I come here to rest. If I lived near a forest I would surely go there, but the only “wild” place without many people that I have nearby are these ruins.

I almost never got bored, I almost had always discovered something that I found interesting.

The steel furnaces, the corridors of the offices of the administrative building, the machines, the warehouses. I have investigated almost everything with curiosity and a desire to learn.

Almost everyone knows about the high radiation nuclear devices (bombs that only kill people) and the electromagnetic pulse devices (bombs that only kill bots) that destroyed it, about the cleaning lasers and the robots that removed the radioactive debris to make it habitable again, about the plagues during the humans war and the blackouts during the bots war, as well as the always failed attempts to get the factory up and running again.

What only I and almost all my friends know is why we call it the birds factory and it is precisely to explain that that I am telling this story.

Once when I was eight years old, looking for mutant butterflies and radioactive fireflies I found a bird's nest among the ruins of the paint shop. There were five eggs.

I took them home, nest and all, and covered them with my dirty clothes. Almost all of them hatched. My mother contacted the authorities when she saw me trying to feed four sparrow chicks with crumbs from my breakfast.

The entire current world population of black-legged sparrows, which are almost all the birds left on the planet, descend from those four chicks, and almost all of them live in the birds factory.

Because of that, there are very few of us who can physically enter these ruins.

I think that is why almost all citizens always vote against projects to put the birds factory back into operation.

I think that stories must have a moral. The conclusion I draw from all this is that no one knows the final result of their efforts because all living beings in the universe are interconnected and acting to achieve what they believe will give them happiness, even insects, and that victories and defeats are not definitive, but are like phases of cycles.

Until now, the existence of the birds factory has been kept secret and in the AVSR this area is marked as uninhabitable, but because a very powerful group of investors finds attractive the idea of cloning birds using state funding and has detected an opportunity to increase global happiness by automating bird production, I propose with this text to communicate my concern and warn them this: I would not cut a single blade of grass without first considering the interests of other plants and animals, and of course those of birds.

For Edgar

Li Tao Po

VABM 9/Ene/2025

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Transcript 3

Transcript 3

- - A: When did you realize that this was serious?

- - B: Well, you get used to drills, but you always suspect that one day they're going to tell you that this is really serious, when the president showed up in his pajamas, I started to worry.

- - A: I remember a drill with the president in sportswear and a golf cap.

- - B: But not yawning.

- - A: Ah, I didn't notice it

- - B: The guy was sleepy. You could see that he had just been woken up.

- - A: I didn't see his face, I enlarged the image so I could see the whole room.

- - B: I zoomed in on his face, I always do that to detect plastic surgery.

- - A: I made sure that all the civilians who can order an attack were there. They were all there, but that almost always happens in drills.

- - B: The old man couldn't help but yawn.

- - A: It seems that he was the only one who knew that it was serious, because everyone else was following the routine, half bored, trying as always not to make a mistake.

- - B: Yes. I think that in that room the only one who knew that the attack had been started by our bots more than half an hour ago was our president and he was yawning with genuine sleep.

- - A: Son of a bitch.

- - B: Yes.

- - A: When you received the launch codes, did you have any feeling that it was serious?

- - B: One doesn't have time to think, like the generals and senators in that room, one only worries about not making a mistake. One clings to the procedure manual as if it were a lifeguard.

- - A: Yes, one only worries about doing one's part well. What did you think when your missiles went out?

- - B: I said to myself: it's ready, you did well.

- - A: I thought something like that too.

- - B: It was as if I had freed myself from something.

- - A: Yes, but after fifteen minutes I started to worry because the end of the drill message didn't arrive.

- - B: After fifteen minutes I put the defense radar on my laptop screen.

- - A: I had orders not to activate it, some general thought it was a good idea, since my base was on the list of those that had to be closed to comply with the arms limitation treaty.

- - B: But it didn't help you at all.

- - A: Your defenses didn't help you much either.

- - B: But I was able to track the warheads and the decoys, believe me, it's interesting to see the almost thirst for revenge with which drones look for you to kill you, knowing that you've already fired all your missiles and that you only need one bullet.

- - A: My base was officially closed, but it seems that the enemy didn't want to take any risks, I launched twenty missiles and they launched thirty-two at me. All their warheads hit the target.

- - B: At my base we neutralized twelve warheads but sixteen hit. They switched to civilian targets in the last moments.

- - A: And now what?

- - B: The manual says that we should try to communicate with the president's plane, but we were already on it before everything started, we must wait.

- - A: Wait for what?

- - B: For him to wake up.

- - A: Son of a bitch.

- - B: Yes.

Li Tao Po

VABM Jan/3/2025

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