an engineering rush (i) :: the game

in our time
almost every simulation
is not for education
but computer games

if play goes bad
players restart

since we're here
things are going right
and the nasty chances
haven't happen
because the player

or groups of players
war along the entangled net
to the winner's declaration

hawking "The Universe In A Nutshell" might say
if i could find my blasted copy
all things can happen do happen
there's a parallel universe
bolivia wins all the olympic gold

but when we play computer games
or read about a novel's star
i swear the characters
the ones we're meant to play or read
are archetypal elemental
how the ancient greeks
made their gods

the players have adventures
starting with a simple task
gaining more complexity
in some fake simplicity
fighting dread evil

at this ephemera
abu nidal
died in violence
a day or so ago
bin laden's godfather of masturbation

i guess the game is to catch bin laden
he'll have to continue his evil
knowing he's doomed to defeat
because those playing the game and chasing him
can always restart any section he wins
the immediate gods
the old greek gods the hindu gods the shinto gods
the archetypal gods the players
will slaughter him
to end our stage of the game

and others will play the game again
and he'll fail again
and die again
and be played again
a life of failure ever repeated
never finding end

we the irrelevant extras
the artificial witnesses
we'll come and go
according to the game's design
in reruns replays
sometimes in
sometimes out
eventually nirvana

bin laden
his no choice to be the evil star
he'll find nothing

it seems
the buddha
was right

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new scientist
a song so dire
the argument
another bitch
recreated arts
the game
oh gods
rushed off


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