When the psychoactive lizard semen (Kuk-sha) hit his nervous system, the professor felt a profound sense of electrical astonishment. Everything around and within him crackled like a Tesla coil. History popped up right before his eyes, a multi-dimensional grid of space-time in which spermatores continuously flowed like beads of ink across the page.
He laughed. The cosmic drama that unfolded before him was too comical. All his theories, his hypotheses, his analysis were but a microscopic piece of the universal tapestry of evolution. A puzzle that coalesced in a singularity where all novelty existed everywhere in time and space. Rivers of non-linearity flowing algorithmically to a singular point of concrescence.
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Unending creation and destruction. A face in the central nervous system of existence. The evolution of a culture was not just a series of steps and stages. It was a hyperdimensional network of meaning that bent and twisted in the dynamic logic of chaos. It was a mathematical formula falling like grains of sand; it was the touch of a woman; the alchemical formula that transmuted the elements of consciousness through a process of ceaseless fucking.
What was that point just below the horizon? The holographic singularity? Yes! As above so below.
The perfect yet complex geometry of random flow.
He felt like a lizard scurrying along the dense forests of planet earth. A small creature looking for food, sex, and warmth. He saw another one like him and he jumped on top of her. His body thrashed and writhed as he held her and penetrated her over and over and over. They rolled, tails intertwined, tongues twisting and sliding like a DNA double-helix.
V’ara, the first woman, moaned in eternal delight. For she was ALL. Or to be precise, her clitoris. Her engorged spot of desire within the folds of her labia. The electro-biochemical network of little deaths and Aphrodisiac intelligence. A single spasm of copulating species climaxing at the same time.
A shadow across the sky, followed by an ear-splitting boom!
And the Earth rumbled.
The professor thrashed and groaned. Warm bodies all around him. He felt himself morph into a lion, quivering with muscular energy, protecting his territory and his pride. Sisters in a realm of light. He grabbed each lioness and rubbed his face on her vagina, roaring with the pleasure of the alpha. He mounted them. Bit them. Scratched them. Filled them with his seed. All females were his. He could hold them and possess them. Yes, possess them within his territorial orbit. But as soon as he squirted his semen into them, they each dissolved and mutated into another species and soon were gone.
“It’s the transcendental object below the horizon," V'ara whispered. Her tongue slipped into his ear and a millions orgasms exploded in his perineum.
"Novelty is the emergent property of complexity," she said grabbing his throbbing cock, "a grace of simplicity in the universal holographic algorithm."
The Inter-zone of spheres flowing like spores across the atmosphere. Where bodies collided with wanton abandonment. Lips kissing, tongues eagerly slipping and sliding over tender skin. The sucking sound of all experience converging in the singular intelligence within the infinite dot of pleasure.
Bolt after bolt of orgasmic electricity.
Genetic strands of memory,
Soft weaving the quantum tapestry.
Esmeralda was on top of him.
“Can you see it?” she said.
He looked into her eyes and melted in her moist telepathic communion. They were one in the cosmic whole. There was no division, only sweet merciful union.
Then the mechanical elves arrived and all hell broke loose.