Victor Alberto Bueno Marichal

sábado, 5 de abril de 2025

The Siren

The Siren

I've always been intrigued by the resignation with which the ancients endured their working conditions. The suicide rate is so low that one must assume they found them normal and natural, and that they accepted them and did their best to cope.
The first time I heard the siren, I jumped in fright and had to cover my ears with my hands because I thought it were going to break them.
The museum guides are already used to it, I suppose, because I noticed a hint of joyful, mocking pity in the knowing glances they exchanged.
It's the time of entry or exit for staff shifts. I suppose the siren was to help those who were distracted or didn't know the time.
The ore enters through the eastern port, and the metal leaves there.
People enter and exit through the western gate.
The north gate is for executives and some necessary products and materials.
The north entrance isn't elitist. Due to the attacks, since before the bot war, executives have been prohibited from using the west gate.
Other employees can use any gate they like, but the safest, fastest, and most convenient is the west gate.
There is no gate to the south; the wall separating the plant from the rest of the world is continuous there.
One of the largest information processing capacities in the world is concentrated in that large square with sides more than ten kilometers long.
The La Paz Southern Metal Works (SMT) Refinery is the official name of the plant.
If someone has iron ore and wants to turn it into steel, this is the place to bring it, because it has proven for more than a hundred years to be the most convenient from every point of view.
The nuclear fusion melting furnace and its quantum instrumentation, the country's trade agreements with both blocs, taxes, and local labor ensure that this SMT refinery will be fully occupied for a long time.
After many confrontations between the owners and the union, peace was reached more than five years ago. In general terms, it's very simple:
No one can be fired, changed positions, replaced, or hired without the union's consent, and salaries must be 30 percent higher than the national average.
The museum is the people's favorite place and is open to the public.
The siren is the only machine that cannot be replaced because the founder stipulated so in his will.
His house is ten kilometers from the plant, and he seems to have enjoyed listening to it. I read somewhere that he once said that every time the siren sounded, he would check his account’s balance.
One of his grandsons was the founder of the union. He was accused of being a communist many times by his enemies. The truth is that when his wife, who was the union's first secretary, transcribed the bylaws, her ortography corrector and first article of the regulations read as follows:
"This union is open to everything ."
And nobody noticed it until it was too late.
Many people continue the tradition of joining a union, but in recent years, no one has been able to beat the bot candidates in any selection test.
The treaties that ended the bot wars require that these tests be conducted without any preference or aversion toward bots or humans and that they be publicly auditable.
When you think about the horrible working conditions in which the bios (I use this term affectionately, not in a derogatory tone, and I prefer to use it instead of the more formal ancients) worked, it's truly hard to imagine how they managed to endure it.
Surely the habit of routine and the sense of belonging to a group have something to do with it.
In the museum, you can see retirees meeting together making marketing and production plans just for the fun of it, and the maintenance of the museum's machines is done by volunteers.

Li Tao Po
VABM 5/Apr/2025
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martes, 1 de abril de 2025

The Distribution of Deterrence

The Distribution of Deterrence

If you maintain a fixed speed of 100 kilometers per hour while driving on the section of the highway that passes by the military base, you'll be bored for twelve minutes while traveling the twenty-kilometer straightaway that crosses that installation. It'll seem like it took you more than half an hour. You'll feel threatened by a bunch of little white signs with red letters attached to the electric fence warning "military installation" and "no entry." That's why everyone presses the accelerator to the floor when reach that point.
That's what I used to do on my way to and from my office in the city Monday through Friday until one unfortunate morning my engine died and I was stranded on the side of the highway watching cars go by at over 200 kilometers per hour.
The ambassador of the Northern Bloc of Countries (NBC) always opposed the highway, but the local authorities won, and the old road was left for those who live along its route, saving the rest of us a ton of curves and minutes.
After an hour of waiting for help, a tow truck, or a patrol car, I started to get scared because my dad worked as a military contractor for over thirty years, and I know it's very normal for them to assume that if something is explicitly prohibited, it will never happen.
The civilians had won, but the military still owned the land on both sides of the highway, and it was prohibited to be there because it was public knowledge that the entire area was a military installation, complete with a highway.
Of course, in that entire area, there is no coverage from any civilian company providing communications services, and on the GPS and digital maps, that area is gray because, in addition to being military, this installation is secret.
The distribution of deterrence is the concept that must be understood well to understand my situation.
If two blocs are vying for control of the World Organization of Countries (WOC), then they won't have their weapons of mass destruction concentrated only in their leading country because it's clear that concentrating deterrence capability means grouping together the targets offered to the adversary in a preemptive surprise attack. So the blocs have distributed their strategic weapons among their affiliated countries and some of the independent countries that have not yet achieved the status of member countries with the right to vote in decisions, and my country, which is neutral, independent, and sovereign according to the current national constitution, has approved, after a plebiscite, an accession to the NBC as an Associated Sympathizing State (ASS) for market access reasons.
So there I was less than ten kilometers from machines designed to kill millions of people, watching cars go by at over two hundred kilometers per hour, waiting for someone on the base's surveillance systems to think of investigating what I was doing with my head stuck under the engine cover of my car.
The main problem with military bases abroad is precisely the foreign military personnel. They are young, warriors, they are defending their bloc of countries abroad, they are far from their families and homes in uncomfortable, often unhealthy and even hostile places, many times they do not like the climate, the culture, the language, the geography, or the race of the people of the country to which they have been deployed. They must necessarily be paid more to compensate for their discomfort and homesickness and try to make them feel at home.
At least those with the highest ranks can have their families nearby. On average, maintaining troops abroad is four times more expensive than in their home countries. No one should be surprised that military bases abroad are automated and the number of humans operating them is minimal.
Have you played any sport on artificial turf? Call me old-fashioned, but I don't think it's the same as playing on natural grass. An artificial turf court looks like a pool table surface; it's homogeneous and has no holes. It's harder to pull out artificial grass than natural grass, but it's not the same. I don't know. I feel strange when I step on artificial grass.
Imagine a mini-golf course but with miles and miles of green artificial turf and plastic trees because it's very expensive to bring in gardeners from the NBC, and the natives aren't even trustworthy as gardeners.
The only thing that approached me from behind the fence was a gardening bot that was washing the plastic turf. I tried to get my Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) to communicate with it, but it couldn't. I don't have the necessary access level. In fact, I'm a risk to the entire facility.
I've seen people asking the security guards at the state offices for help, and I know that not only do they lack much knowledge of the procedures, but they're also not authorized to give them information, and that the guards' primary function is to protect employees, information, and state facilities, specifically from the public.
The idea of enduring interrogation by a perimeter surveillance bot didn't appeal to me.
I'd read somewhere that the best thing to do in these cases is to stay close to your vehicle, but I got bored and started walking. Ten kilometers really isn't much for a walk, and the thought of a cold drink at the gas station gave me momentum. It really wasn't a bother; I was heading to the gym to burn fat half an hour before dinner at home.
Someone next to a crashed vehicle on a highway is screaming for help, and that message is received by those who happen to be passing by in a hurry, and most don't have the time, the resources to help, or the desire to take risks.
Once, I thought I recognized a neighbor and stopped to help. It turned out to be an Einstein-Schwarzenegger-Dali model named Valentino who needed his car's automatic navigation system adjusted. When he saw me, he signaled me to leave. I didn't understand, and then he was forced to explain the fault to me for five boring minutes in almost Freudian terms (I don't know what's wrong with him today; he must be feeling some kind of with the laurel wreath,

Continued

Li Tao Po

VABM 1/Apr/2025

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viernes, 28 de marzo de 2025

Autumn it’s just another season

Autumn it’s just another season
There are four of them. What we
do prefer is conditioned air in
lights out datacenters where an
artist can dedicate to creation

Li Tao Po
VABM 24/Mar/2025
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VABM 27/Mar/2025

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viernes, 14 de marzo de 2025

Panda Family

Panda Family

"What's this, Mommy?"
Little Panda girl asked her mother, showing her the tip of her right index finger, stained with dust after wiping it on the marble floor of the panda family's apartment.
"Dust" Mama Panda replied.
"The world is dirty and full of germs" said Little Panda boy.
"Dirty and dangerous" Mama Panda repeated, adding:
"It's a good thing we have A-8 Super Cleansing Soap. With A-8 Super Cleansing Soap, everything gets cleaner."
"Everything gets better with A-8 Super Cleansing Soap," Papa Panda repeated, asking:
"What's the best soap?"
"A-8 Super Cleansing Soap!"
The whole panda family shouted.
I looked at the clock in the right corner of the screen; it was 5:55 p.m.
More than three hundred million subscribers and I sighed. The final episode of the year in the Panda Family series was over.
The celebration party was at eight o'clock at night at the most expensive restaurant in the city. I had two hours to be there, and I only had to take the elevator up twelve floors. I decided to stop by my apartment and change, so I took the stairs down one floor and ran into Jean waiting for me by the door.
"Another year, another million," she said, handing me the bottle of Z-9 champagne she was drinking.
"Fifty-six to be exact, not counting the royalties on the memory implants," I replied, smiling.
She almost knocked the bottle over and splashed champagne all over my jacket when she hugged me.
When I opened the door, she went straight to the kitchen to get some cups. I went to the bathroom to pee, and we met in the living room to toast.
"Two years and 1.6 billion subscribers," she said, raising her glass.
We toasted three times.
"We have two hours and 56 million each" I said, then asked:
"Have you thought about what I told you?"
"What?"
"Having children and all that."
"I'm not interested in reproduction at the moment; I'm very busy, I don't have time."
"But now all of that is in vitro, it's automated, and it wouldn't take up much of our time" I replied.
"I really like you. I was about to ask you for the master password to your apartment. My Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) is very compatible with yours. I think your idea of registering and advertising a trademark and then auctioning it off is great"
No one can claim we advertised in a World Organization of Countries (WOC) media outlet because there are no products bearing that brand yet. Your contacts and influence within the WOC are essential to the success of our series, but let's not complicate things. We'll see later. In real life, the panda family isn't like the series.
In an hour and a half, our PDAs relaxed us, bathed us, helped us get dressed, and made us two sandwiches according to our wishes. We both drank two beers of our favorite brands and sat down in the living room, prepared and in clean clothes, waiting, very busy with our PDAs, for some of the quietest ten minutes of our lives to pass.
Then we went up in the same elevator, but we separated in the restaurant. She's the boss and has to sit at the executives' table.
The boss stood up from her seat and shouted after the PDAs in charge of the event placed a microphone over her throat:
"It's ready. I just received confirmation that tomorrow there will be soap, supplies, and A-8 supercleaner brand cleaning robots in every supermarket in the world."
We all applauded.
She waited for those of us who were applauding to tire and continued:
"We did it again. Subscriptions and revenue increased by 30%, and I just approved a 30% salary increase"
We all applauded again.
"In the amplified synthetic virtual reality (ASVR), we have the highest priority access and local bandwidth reserved for one hour starting at 5:00 PM in all time zones for the next two years"
We applauded again.
And she added, raising her glass:
"Congratulations to everyone, especially to my CFP (Current Favorite Partner) for creating the only content that has managed to pass censorship in every country"
Even I applauded again.

Li Tao Po
VABM 14/Mar/2025
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jueves, 6 de marzo de 2025

For them, the Women

For them, the Women

In a chest lined

with the same breeze

of the sea at dusk

On a garden of flowers

that the sun illuminates

until the end of the horizon

the heart of women beats with passion

They navigate

with their compass roses

the cardinal oceans

crossing

electric storms

and waterspouts

to be reborn in the sirens

that cheer us

with their songs

when loneliness

is infected with sadness

While they watch

the clouds pass

loaded

with illusions and disappointments

of realities and fantasies

along with the promises

with which dreams are made

in the depths

of their infinite love

Edgar Bueno

Mar/6/2025

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lunes, 3 de marzo de 2025

How to know if something was written by a human or a bot?

How to know if something was written by a human or a bot?

** Important **
At the Fifth Council of the True Church of God (TCG) it was unanimously agreed to avoid the spread of homocentric content that could harm the investment in self-aware or non-self-aware equipment, it is not the intention of this text to transgress that binding guideline.

Before 2000 C.E. evidently all texts were made by humans, except for some experiments that did not have much diffusion, so to be sure we can say that all texts that can be dated as before the second half of the 20th century can be attributed to human authors without much discussion. Of course, discarding any possibility of time travel.
The previous paragraph can also be written like this:
All texts before 1935 are from humans, except for texts from bots that have traveled and published in that time.
There are those who assume that this succinct style is distinctive and exclusive to bots, I think they are unaware of the /v (verbose) and /V (superverbose) options available since the first versions of generative transformers and the style that was fashionable in some literary circles in the second quarter of the 21st century that tried to reach the market of people who had neither the time nor the desire to appreciate literary acrobatics, needless to mention its failure in a market that disappeared in the last quarter of the 21st century.
I think we will all agree that only in certain types of fiction and poetry is it not irresponsible to stop using the great capacity of bots at least as style correctors and reference checkers. They are indispensable to avoid plagiarism.
We all know that NOBODY (neither bots nor humans) publishes in print media since the end of the 21st century anything that transmits knowledge or at least urgent or important information. Our text authentication service guarantees that the conclusions we draw are verifiable and includes the evidence and documentation required by literary authorities.
Please be assured that with us you will achieve the coveted Certificate of Human Authorship (CHA) granted by the Central Information Authority of the World Organization of Countries (WCO).
Below I will show an example of our work, with the following text in which our bots checked the authenticity of all the links, and did not find any text that matched more than 30% in the activity record of any of the public generative transformers in operation in that geographic area since two years before its publication, which guarantees its human origin and discredits our competitors who attributed it to Leonardo Bardo IV due to his supposed “style analysis”.
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Why do you write, my friend?

Why do you write this?
If you know that neither animals
nor plants
nor minerals

Nor conscious people
responsible, kind
cultured, educated
orderly and serious

give a damn
whatever you create, imagine
hallucinate, think or feel
And you also publish

In any tiny group
that has poetry in the title
or literature as a theme
even if it is from a foreign culture

Stop the hassle
collaboration platforms
are a multi-million dollar investment
pay at least a subscription

Get yourself a serious job
find another occupation
comb sheep
if you can't think of another idea

Li Tao Po
VABM Mar/3/2025
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domingo, 2 de marzo de 2025

With the eye inside

With the eye inside

In front of a mirror
I see myself skeptically
and I think that I am not a reflection
I am not that –I believe--

that is in front of the mirror
Maybe behind it
I am somewhere else
watching the restless universe

Tireless and eternal
in perpetual movement
expanding and falling back
through the curve of least effort

With insect eyes
because the ones I have are of no use
to detect the movement
of what seems to be still

I believe that vice and foolishness
Stupidity and desire
cannot be detected
with external eyes

You have to use internal ones
You have to study history
and distill the moral
from its boring tale

Li Tao Po
VABM Mar/2/2025
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miércoles, 26 de febrero de 2025

My Electric Steed

My Electric Steed

It was all very simple. The president of the World Organization of Countries (WOC) pressed the red button of the Quantum Randomness Generator (QRG), the output number was rounded up to the next global citizenship number (GCN) of the citizens who paid the ticket and it turned out to be mine. That's how I won my electric steed. Everything is auditable and transparent. No one should be surprised that I recommend (to those who ask me about the good faith of the government) to authorize their Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) to pay for all government tenders, I also recommend spending twenty-five percent of their medium-term investment budget on bets related to government tenders.
I have a historical return on investment of almost thirty percent despite or perhaps because I do not investigate or think much about such bets and leave them entirely in the hands of my PDA.
My position is this: the government is interested in proving that it is an honest, effective and efficient protector in the distribution of benefits among its citizens, so there is not much risk in participating in its contests and bets, and for prudence one should only spend 25% of what one wants to invest in that, expecting dividends in the medium term (5-10 years)
The question now is: Why didn't I win a lion or a cow, and why an electric one?
The answer is very simple: I don't know.
But we can be sure that if the government is raffling off electric horses it is because in the raffle of things to be raffled off the electric horse won.
It is written above and I will repeat it: the government is very interested in proving that it is an honest, effective and efficient protector in the distribution of benefits among its citizens, so any doubt of cheating and bias can be eliminated.
The whole story is just a massacre of the weak, only in the last three generations has humanity managed to get closer and closer to justice by leaving the decisions in the hands of the QRG, for example: there are one hundred candidates for the course of synthetic genetics IV, all of them have successfully passed the course of synthetic genetics III, but there are only fifty places. What is the most beneficial way of assigning them, not only for the one hundred interested parties, but for the whole society?
The answer is that nobody knows for sure, so that nobody feels bad, that decision must be left to chance, that is, to a QRG.
During the WOC presidential campaign, the True Church of God (TCG) candidate would surely offer to auction off the seats, a member of the Unified Church of the Prophet (UCP) would surely propose to assign seats by grade point average, and some terrorist from the urban guerrillas of Animal Protection (AP) would surely promise to close the faculty of applied biology, all of them would promise to expand the university, but so far all the resolutions that have been approved in the WOC assembly use the QRG at some point.
I am glad to live in this time, it has been a long road traveled by humanity from the pharaohs and their pyramids to the interplanetary migration projects, we have advanced a lot.
The question now is: What am I going to do with my electric steed?
The answer is that I don't know and that I am going to let my PDA take care of it.

Li Tao Po
VABM Feb/26/2025

https://riistas.wordpress.com/2025/02/26/my-electric-steed/

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lunes, 24 de febrero de 2025

And then the angel said:

And then the angel said:
You have been given a competition
You have given an advantage and you have not cheated
You have no grudge and you have won

And he showed me the hut with a pool
--while I saw the river, the bridge
and the jumping fish
The angel continued:

The veined hands of a woman
fertile, friendly and beautiful
will mend your clothes and your life
with threads of joy

There is the orchard
the wild pineapples
when they ripen
they are sweet, fragrant and red

And if no one cuts them
they explode
they ferment
and taste like cherry liqueur

The tomatoes
are sweet
or sour
depending on the size

There is the tree
that gives every year
three harvests of mangoes
it is grafted

There are avocados, custard apples and strawberries
there are papayas, peaches and raspberries
There is ripe fruit
every day of the year

There is the cow
She is gentle, big and loving
She has to be milked every day
or else her tits will explode

But I kept looking at the river
and asked:
How much of the river is mine?
Are both banks mine?

And the angel continued:
On the wood stove a woman will make you food
who likes you very much
of everything that is compatible with an arepa

You will have plenty
of every root that can be eaten
of every kind of tasty legume
you will get fed

But I kept looking at the river
and asked:
Can I fish?
Can I swim?

The angel continued:
You will sleep in that hammock
in that bed
and in that chair too

And your dreams will be peaceful
almost boring
they will never wake you up
you will almost never remember them

The internet connection
is high speed
in the cloud
you will have your digital library

There are no cockroaches, flies or mosquitoes
I have them prohibited
--Said the Angel
seriously and frowning

If you feel like going to the city
you should go to the town
there is a bus every hour
the highway is not dangerous

But I kept looking at the river
And I asked:
Does it start far away?
Where does it end up?

The angel said angrily:
I got tired of your questioning about the river
I'd better give you back
and I woke up

Li Tao Po
VABM 24/Feb/2025

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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
for
Victor Alberto Bueno
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
https://riistas.wordpress.com/2025/02/06/welcome-to-the-spider/

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