ROOM 3 AERIAL RAINFORESTS

 

SUBHUMAN OR HUMAN?

Many people have disagreed with me on how I differentiate human (Homo sapiens sapiens) from subhuman (Homo sapiens). Many feel my attributing Neanderthal (Homo sapiens) characteristics to contemporary subhumans is in error and cruel. Let me explain why I feel that subhumans exist simply for the sake of existing. Their lives are pointless. They have no purpose drawing them forward. Only humans can aspire.

Conventional anthropology’s speculations as to our human-ness leave me underwhelmed with their accuracy. Have you ever noticed how almost all research is done on standard skeletal remains of hominids and hominins pre general Neanderthal demise? Have you never questioned why such paltry research is done on Guanche, Basque and Berber skeletons & DNA found closer to the Aurignacian era? Speculation abounds but, as always, the research, without the “majority’s” consent, languishes.  I feel a solution to some great mystery is purposely being withheld from us. Why? I do not know. But, I think the key lies in this area.

In the electromagnetic wave spectrum, humans view but a small range of frequencies. A similar situation exists with our auditory apparatus. We see and hear very little of what is out there.  Optical rotation and retinal blind spots due to enantiomeric carbon molecules could hide even more. There are many reasons why optic and auditory nerves truncate our sensual perception. Like morals, they circumscribe and limit our world. In the entire universe, humans’ perception has a very limited repertoire.

In 1978, I sought ways to augment planetary ecosystems, not just answers to human needs.  My bridge concept originated while standing on the shoulders of great men. One of those great men was 20th century thinker, Buckminster Fuller. Mr. Fuller made his own concepts work in 1947 with igloo type structures called “geodesic domes”. He in turn stood on the shoulders of Greek mathematicians like Euclid. Arab predecessors to the Greek’s geometric ideas seem to have started it all. However, it may have originated even further back, when sea level was 500 feet lower and shorelines much deeper. The key, I believe, lies hidden in the immediate post Pleistocene.

I was unsatisfied with geodesic domes.  Feeling they contained fatal limits to expanding habitable space, I made my thoughts known to Bucky. Mr. Fuller answered my objections by proposing gigantic land based tetrahedrons filled with condominiums. That obvious error, plus Bucky’s age & religion weakness, made me look elsewhere for inspiration. As Genemsco, I communicated with Jonas Salk. Having experienced polio at 4 years old, I felt Jonas to be my hero. He gave me even more cause for assiduous attention to my chosen cathexis.

What we seem to know is, despite palaeoanthropological hubris, Australopithecine is a euphemism for chimpanzee. Even Homo habilis was but a glorified pongid, Homo erectus not much more. Neanderthals may have been very intelligent, even more so than Cro Magnon, if brain size is any indication. (It is a factor, despite some sex-biased evidence to the contrary.) Quis qui quod, it did Homo sapiens no good.  We, essentially, gobbled him up.

The determining factor in Cro Magnon’s & our apotheosis appears to have been the genetic gift of a hypertrophied prefrontal lobe. Until the late Pleistocene in the Quaternary era, a hard-boned ape was all Man ever was. The Biblical Noah was just another monkey (hominid). Neanderthals merged into Cro-Magnon as cave art appeared. Semitic gossip (Genesis, Enoch) maintains some space Casanova put the horns on our drunken pongid predecessor. That philanderer may have put extra-terrestrial DNA (prefrontals, rh(neg), NRG3) into his “offspring” too.  The sudden rise in imagination and organization may have held a heretofore-unappreciated side benefit and detriment. We need to do some heavy deletion analysis on the disparate genomes to eliminate the separate contributions, i.e. did the original NRG3 gene (schizoid attributes) come from the Neanderthal, us, an extraterrestrial… The same analysis should be done for all our prefrontal cellular structure. We need to know which mental diseases come into play for us, estranged from bestial psychoses. Mental-spiritual diseases (non-bestial) may give us clues to an extraterrestrial heritage. We will probably never discover anything of import from our several governments as to whether extraterrestrials exist or not.

These questions drew me to the Ve´ze´re valley in the Dordogne. I got down on my knees and crawled into the caves. The tectiform signs & partitioned rectangles of Font-de-Gaume & El Castillo’s ceiling, like the 75 Aurignacian vulvas near Ve´ze´re, could be just parietal symbolism. But let’s reflect. Could they also be records depicting, now forgotten, passage details of intergalactic arrivals? Who really has concrete evidence of pre-birth and post-death existence? NO ONE.

Remember those 21 grams? What if they are ATP exfoliating a message (soul) in response to death stress? Early burial rites placed red ochre in graves and on corpses. Just bloody savagery? Or, to comfort & remind the departed of the ER bridge’s pink vagina-like entrance? Most primitive men did not live in caves. What made them put their art there? Prudent protection from inclement weather? Or, resemblance to Einstein-Rosen bridges?

In like manner, the Venus of Brassempouy & other Gravettian carvings of women show monkeys without mouths. Animal – man bizarre mixtures covered cave walls. Were the 1^st Cro-Magnon, to leave the other world, so malformed? For 25,000 years, women were at the heart of art.  As time passed, phallus worship replaced vulva worship.

Bizarre mixtures may also occur less frequently in today’s maternity wards, than then. But still, for thousands of years, people have hushed up the instances of women giving birth to babies with pure simian genomes, tails, inter phalange webbings, rudimentary wings. We are fed tantalizing lies about ancient pyramid production details, human colonization & civilization attempts. Why are some throwbacks so shameful to the general population?  Why is erythroblastosis fetalis a fact? I am increasingly left with the feeling that half of us is trying to throw off a major part of us.

The strange animal-human DNA combinations could have come & gone the way of many other wonderful life forms. The Aurignacian period gave some good evidence with the 198 figures in the Font-de-Gaume. Lascaux clarified the premise. Aurochs and woolly rhinoceroses are not the only strange beasts no longer to exist except in our imagination. Unicorns, centaurs, and other figures, including the grotesque carved females, of the Dordogne may have once existed.  Did the Vedas third eye, front & center, see past & future?

As a molecular biologist, am I too sensitized to the possibilities in recombinant DNA? Perhaps the idiosyncratic images in the caves are not so bizarre. Could they have once existed as early transhuman Cro Magnon genetically engineering his own transhuman experiments?

We are privy now to Homo’s depredations and Nature’s caprice. Nothing man ever produced, other than cave paintings & crude carvings, has lasted much over 5000 years.   Along with extinct bizarre creatures, could there have been heavenly bridges in the distant past? The Pontibus may be the result of my having tapped into a reverberating intelligence that, as cave art, escaped Nature’s whim. Perhaps Ham, Shem, and Japheth’s randy prefrontal’ed sire came through an Einstein-Rosen bridge to plant the idea along with us.  My point, folks, in this interminable passage is the following: I think it is important to redirect research emphasis to areas where we can hope to make a difference in our evolution.  OF PARAMOUNT INTEREST IS, OF COURSE, RECOVERING CALEIN AND CONSTRUCTION OF THE PONTIBUS.  Monkey genes are interesting and all but there is little chance we will soon discover much more than what we already know or expect. If we can augment chances for our survival by studying areas, promising to abet rapid leaps in that direction, it behooves such an emphasis. Neanderthals were not human. Humans began with the concomitant demise of Homo sapiens. “Homines historiarum ignari semper sunt pueri” or People ignoring history remain children forever.  Let’s grow up, humans, and reach for the eternal.  Assist the restless, insatiable spirit of all men to venture into the limitless reaches of grasplessness.  Determined, pseudo-teleological growth, up and out, ever closer to satiating the universal abyss. Only the betiko zubi (eternal bridge) can elude the horror of multicellular organismic terminal differentiation and evolutionary death. Let’s build the Pontibus. Read the Pontibus Journal.

The following contains excerpts from the Pontibus Journal:

When questioned about his salacious birth-death portal theory, General Aloirav said. “I’ve never seen anything so strange myself. But, that means nothing; conserved evolutionary structures lead me to propose the existence of such an orifice.  There is ample evidence for it. I’ve never seen an alien either; at least that I knew to be an extraterrestrial. Yet, the Dead Sea Scrolls mention them a lot.  Noah, purportedly, spoke with them before he built his boat. Lester named the Pontibus “Luz” after an alien ladder about which the Bible talks. There might be extraterrestrials right in front of us all the time. They could be hiding in our retinal organization’s blind spots. Birth & Death throes may be intron DNA positioning us to enter & exit via an Einstein-Rosen bridge.  “Aliens” may use those same portals or others for regular passage. We might even design an experiment to prove it.

Think about this: Only 2% of mammalian DNA translates into proteins or RNA products – us. That leaves 3 billion base pairs without a known function. We call it intron DNA. Why is our genome 1000 times greater than bacterial – it codes for but 50 times more goodies? The principle of economic simplicity (Occam’s razor) demands throwing it out. It isn’t. Why? Could it code for alien products & functions, as if it might be the rh (neg) phenomenon in reverse?

There is something intangible, sporadic restricting our destinies. Our personalities are hitchhikers in bodies controlled by parasites. We are puppets manipulated brutally and ineptly within a toxic medium. They may be using us like cattle. Is that really so strange? American pols use Americans that way, have been for decades. Americans admire the slave mentality (They allow themselves to be worked to death just to give the subsequent extorted proceeds to corrupt government whores). The “majority” even worship that great slave mentor, J.H.Christ.

Then again, perhaps we ourselves are aliens and the real world is a universe of chemicals with optically reverse rotation. Everything we are, our living state, was once an electron, a photon of light. Our Sun God. An enzyme turns light (electrons) into sugar. We are basically made of a type of sugar called D- (+)-glucose, not its mirror (chiral) image L- (-)-glucose.  Light rotates right for our sugar and left for the sugar we can’t assimilate. Nature may have picked the D type in a random event. It was too long ago for us to know. But, the chirality of enzyme active sites has perpetuated the choice and extended it to other catalysts, as well. We are dexterotatory creatures.

So, how does that make us aliens? It doesn’t, but our retinas require light for us to see. Other life might be levorotatory and thus invisible to us. Who knows? Maybe other dimensions exist. If Time Machines ever occur, time cycles will change present conditions. Nature’s evolutionary caprice may not be so fickle. Universal truths may get even harder to determine.

At present, if we’re to possess the clairvoyance necessary to comprehend our future history, it must be through our imagination and will, i.e. our dreams. Dreams, missions, objectives make us responsible. Without these aspirations, we are less than human, subhumans. Society conditions people to believe just what they THINK they see and hear, disbelieving what they can’t get in other experience. Disbelief is also an effective invisible. People do not give enough credence to what they see, hear, think, feel, or imagine. Very few pursue a suspicion.

Clearly, organized religion is a travesty.  Yet, how many have ever been curious about religious beliefs beyond pointing out the ridiculousness of such nonsense?  Why have ancient religions come about? Is it all attributable to unreasonable fear of death? Perhaps. But maybe there is some other basis for such bizarre displays of ignorance. Could they have grown out of ancient mushroom cults? Those that did not do so may have resulted from those that did. The fly agaric is a good example of such an incubus. The most intriguing of the Eumycota, Basidiomycotina is the Siberian species Amanita muscaria var. muscaria. After ingestion, a sweating, vomiting, delirium, and deep sleep occur. Purported visions may or may not happen. Some believe they talked with the dead while in the trance. Dead peers or dead ancestors?

Ask yourself why Perigord caves are covered with strange beasts and floating hexagons? Could some of those possible ancestors have been similar to the beasts on the Ve ze re cave walls? Are those wall beasts just imagination gone on a frolic as archaeologists would have us believe? Could they be extinct recombinant DNA creations, genetic detritus from an ancient technologically advanced civilization? Some believe our Cro Magnon ancestors were the hybrid offspring of Neanderthal mothers & alien fathers? What if many today are descendants of bizarre now long dead hybrids that went wrong? What if there is still some offbeat communication occurring?

Here you may take your leave of me. Yet, I think it is worth a speculation. Is it possible that those hexagons on the cave walls are attempts to describe the muscarinic trance state? Persons consuming these mushrooms have reported seeing benzene molecules spinning around in their hallucinogenized heads. Do the mushroom’s secondary metabolites, like ibotenic acid, deliver more than just these psychedelic taunts? Might they emulate a super heterodyne radio master oscillator or channel our ATP (adenosine triphosphate – body fuel) into a separate empowering function? ATP is an energy carrier that acts analogous to a computer’s DC power structure. In computers, 60 cycle AC in, changes(with a rectifying power supply) into DC voltage. The computer uses it to speak another language, communicating with other computers. Does our dietary fuel sugar rectify into ATP to further our prefrontal’s capacity to understand our ancestor’s language via time and space?

Are our hunches, imagination, organizational capacity actually messages translated in our prefrontal lobes by the energy in ATP? Is imagination solely created in our brains or does the brain merely register it, after our alien ancestors transmit it? How do you explain such rapid technological advance in the last 100 years? Education? Perhaps. Do you explain the Pontibus vision similarly? It is our one last chance to retain human evolution after most of our current pernicious values have been smelted in its crucible. Do our ancestors see us, their progeny, sliding into oblivion without their input at this point and in this manner?

TIMETABLE FOR PONTIBUS REALIZATION

Time and space converge. Entropy hovers eminently.  The human race’s most serious shortcoming, diminutive vision, is bearing its irresponsible fruit.  As long as we believe in some fictitious maniac called “God”, we shall be so afflicted. There isn’t time to belabor the swindle.   If some “God” turkey exists, it sits in some far off corner of the Universe, playing with itself. It doesn’t give any bigger damn about us than we it.

The important business is our survival and that of our also-rans. We can no longer wallow irresponsibly in superstition to excuse our imprudence & palliate our fear.  Fear of death is too important a source of human energy to waste on such nonsense. Our opportunity window is limited, and we must muster every erg, immediately, gearing it all to Pontibus research.

We can recover calein. The imbecile 1987 pols should not be allowed to control our negative destiny in such a manner. Many more molecular biologists exist now than when I first developed it. The technology has improved greatly, and the $B polyphenolic adhesive market will fund the recovery work. Our stumbling blocks, however, are still tissue culture maximization – scale-up. The vertex joint also impedes us, and redundant tetrahedralization from peptide bond to macroscopic subsections hinders.

Our initial efforts must be in the recombinant DNA & protein lab. Once these technologies are proven effective, we can move on to the next stage. I invested $9M, after the 1987 Kingston pillage,  but discovered that iron-reinforced-foamed-concrete will not serve our purposes. We need calein. Module sales will fund initial construction. If the technical glitches are surmounted with dispatch, we can expect immediate bridge exploitation efforts, i.e. agriculture, aquaculture, toxic waste sequestration, telecommunications, transportation, energy exploitation, pure water harvesting, resource management, etc.

GPS focused adjustments, with respect to continental drift, can be remedied during construction. The entire 2000 mile project cannot be completed in our lifetimes.  We can, nevertheless, all rest easier knowing that the ozone layer is rejuvenated, global warming is controlled & harvested, and our species (with other protoplasm) is safe to grow commensurate with the Earth’s expanding radius.

To those nay-sayers, I say. “If crazy MIT’s insane Manhattan Project could build a bomb capable of destroying all life on the planet, we can sanely build a bridge that can save it. The need is no less urgent, and the possibilities are infinitely greater.”

Biosustainability and Entropy

Global warming is just one of the arrows poised to pierce the heart of biosustainability. Entropy has increased on Earth since the advent of the naked ape. To decrease it and global carnage will require an influx of pain unbalanced by any promise of pleasure. It is this that is creating the current willful ignorance. To get past it, and survive long enough to achieve our evolution, will require some thought.

What is pain? Pain is a warning bell. Of what does it warn? It advises the recipient that disintegration is pending if the current situation continues. What is pleasure? Pleasure is a plea to continue the current behavior. Survival or reproduction may tend to advance if the situation continues. What is entropy? Entropy is chaos, disorder, randomness, stochastic chance…God…Allah.  Since disintegration is an increase in disorder, pain advises us that God approaches. Yet, most simply blame their pain on God. Interesting, isn’t it? Pleasure advises that God is on the run.

Out of necessity, Entropy allows the eternal water molecule’s perverse existence despite its manifested order. We are virtually water, each and every one of us, cast-outs,  pariahs, and born to writhe. Only death brings peace & happiness because it increases entropy, takes us nearer to God.  Alive, we are doomed to exist as strangers in a chaotic World. Condemned to Hell on Earth is our punishment from some sadistic maniacal Deity. We must suffer for our heinous criminality.  Embodying the constitutive survival-instinct lesion, we endure.  As does the entire desperate living world, struggling for survival, enjoying the terrible loneliness a little longer.

We, who dream of the Pontibus, are destined to give our lives to the new space. We pledge our honor and our fortune to its perpetuity. In order to limit Man’s power to alienate & destroy life, we have become part of this Community. To insure peace and union between Homo and all the other life forms, we exist. To make our individual separated worlds come together, we strive. To protect all types of protoplasm, we have established our mission, a New World. The Pontibus aspiration always was, always shall be, intended to promote liberty for all life and its progeny.

Life creates its various forms with unequal adaptability. Sometimes, for peculiar arrangements of DNA life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are strained. When such a condition obtains, other DNA arrangements are obliged to rectify the situation. Living generations must not achieve security by borrowing on the security of the next. Gratuitous suffering must not be augmented. Redress shall remain of paramount interest. It is of utmost importance we understand and internalize that concept. Should the Pontibus Council ever deviate from such a course, we must redirect it to that goal. It is Man’s purpose via the bridges to guarantee “weaker” species a place in the sun. If some other Supreme Being exists, it either does not care or is mani-sadistic. Man is his own God. Nature gave Man more, and it is from Man that more is required. We shall will the safety and happiness of all life. It shall be our beacon. We live in a world without order, ruled by Chaos. We exist only because we are perverse.

                               Will we survive the smelting crucible (natural selection) to achieve our evolution?

THAT is the most important question facing us as a species.

If the Pontibus manages to arrive opportunely, and we prevail over our microbe-insect competitors, we must still hang around for a few more centuries. Without the bridges our survival as a species appears unlikely. The present insanity, that seems to have taken hold of the planet, due to Man, appears to be omnipotent. We must think about natural selection. The microbes and insects will not be sitting back, enjoying a suicide experiment similar to our own. Nevertheless, ponder on the fact that perhaps, just maybe, man too can hang around long enough to take his place in evolution. Being a time-contender with the trilobites, dinosaurs, and other past groups won’t be so shabby. It can happen with the Pontibus.

Increasing plant growth & proper oxygen distribution will reduce carbon dioxide to manageable levels. Further outward colonization will be possible. We’ll be able to buy the maturing time necessary to get to other planets. Colonization of near space now is our only hope to surpass failed species and our competitors. With the Pontibus, colonizing outer space may become a reality.”

For now, fashion sky communities in your minds.  Create imaginary factories around the world. Envision subassemblies of basic six-tubed structures. Shaped in two 60-degree-angle tetrahedron styles, make them one and two feet tall. Stack them in groups of twenty for transportation purposes.  Ship these, wherever needed, to build the sky houses and Pontibus cantilevers.

At the construction site, connect them. End legs of one tetrahedron, acting as the end legs of other tetrahedral subassemblies. Add calein microfilament-composed tubes to the original tetrahedron, creating a virtual material-less network. Thin shining fibrous calein tubes will insert into larger piers. They continue to expand further outward into near-space, becoming ever larger and going always higher. Octahedrons alternating with tetrahedrons, joint by joint. Ever more buildings will invest into the sky.

Vines will climb and interweave up the triangles. The only true perpetual motion machines, they’ll luxuriate and flourish in the sunlight and fresh water. Strong tendrils will assist structural integrity. Other growth will occur in the tetrahedralized matrices’ fibrous sinews. Pioneering lichens, bromeliads and mosses will prepare the site for even more plant life. All will bask in the fresh new aerial landscape. Birds and their insect dinners will be the first arriving animals. Dung will fertilize the surfaces and legs of the tetrahedrons. Fungi and saprophytic bacteria will grow, leaving a soft blanket in their wake for further colonization. Rodents, gathering dead and drying grasses for nests, will reproduce. Leaving, later, more shall follow. Redundant composting layers will form and interconnect. A viney clinging tendril network, capable of supporting even heavier vegetation, will grow. Its dying will prepare netting for heavier vegetation mimicking multiple jungle canopies.

Balanced tension and compression will support the structures and everything on them.  Reaching ever further into the troposphere, infinite production without infinite debt. Heavy encroachment by man on wild areas will no longer be necessary. Once the underlying support for streams is formed, plentiful habitats shall become available for all. Sixteenth-century New World style jungles, antedating the conquistadors, will return. Life will enjoy a panoply of biomes & altitudes, approximating those of present day New Guinea. Ample open spaces, necessary for creature peace of mind, will spring forth. Newer tetrahedrons, miles further out (higher), will support ever-larger quantities of in-place vegetation.

More creature hiding places will become available as the growing latticework stretches ever further out into space. Dream of the day when no more murdering of the innocent need occur.  Endangered species will have sufficient havens from the subhuman hunter, fisher, and developer.  Unused regions, inhabited by plants and wild animals, will grow available for children’s ingenuous exploration.  How wonderful to grow up in such a place.  Envision a world where animals & plants, through technology, enjoy everlasting health and nurturance.

Think of the biomass these structures will support. It’ll be not just a pristine refuge from subhuman ignorance, but also a sanctuary for political dissent. A pre-Revolutionary American frontier, the Pontibus can give us institutions to last a million years. Never-before-dreamed-of cost-free sustainability shall, at last, be possible.

As time goes by, even taller bridges shall appear. Centuries will pass.  The Earth’s radius will grow steadily. Plant-derived oxygen and heat will not stop at tropospheric colonization.  Someday, the stratosphere, the mesosphere, and even the thermosphere can come under man’s charge. The reticulum in time will assimilate even the moon.”

Examples, courtesy of excerpts from the Pontibus Journal – Luz

…They were curing a calein road, built over new factory-constructed tetrahedrons. These cold, barren, silent, and organized Pontibus frontiers were nothing like their lower level counterparts. First-Surface frontiers, like 21^st century Andirobal, were violent & muddy in rainy seasons, violent & dusty in dry. Ignorance, superstition, cruelty, government sanctioned crime, disease, cheap women, high infant mortality, and drunkenness marked them. Decent “marriages” were well-known farces. Law and order didn’t exist. Irresponsibility was the common virtue. No one would dream of investigating a homicide. Police would never apprehend a murderer. Senor Real was King, omnipotent.

He watched from the porthole of his sky-jumper. The process seemed timeless. It was a pattern, well established. A tetrahedron would appear, then another, using one of the triangles of the first as its base. An octahedron appeared as the center of a larger tetrahedron with four of the octahedrons’ sides acting as bases for four more tetrahedrons. The top side of the inner octahedron underpinned a smaller tetrahedron, and it acted as the top of the larger tetrahedron, also a side, and the base of a 20-sided icosahedron, ad infinitum.

The only deviation from the pattern occurred when the engineers calculated that compression was overwhelming tension. At that point went, up & out, reinforcing cylindrical piers “ossos”. They & helium balloons augmented the tetrahedrons giving the most counter-gravity support. If compression were to continue without a counterbalancing tension, the lower tetrahedrons would buckle. Others further out would follow in turn. The Pontibus would eventually collapse. Ultimately, therefore, gravity in the West must counterbalance gravity in the East and around the globe. The ossos interior, much later, housed the spiral staircases.

The rudimentary stratospheric task of curing was similar to paving First-Surface turnpikes with asphalt. These tetrahedrons were far out in space, where stratosphere met mesosphere. Ambient temperatures were much cooler here than on the primary surface. They were less than 25 miles from the chemical reactions producing the beautiful surrounding aurora. Stratosphere workers needed supplemental oxygen and cold-weather clothing to function.

These were the banished ones, young incorrigibles.  They were responsible for the basic tetrahedral connections and calein curing (fixing). The most asocial, solitude worshiping, cons took such work. It was like another world. Life here was different from life in the troposphere. It was as different as outer tropospheric life was from primary surface life.

Here were the species members whose value lay in rare environments and milieus. Within the incorrigible group were the murderers, child rapists, supplemented robbers, organ transplant surgeons, abortionists, etc.  In more tranquil times, society can afford to make the first three criminals. During unique hard times in our species past, they might have been useful. Perhaps, at one time, like child-molesters, all three served our specie’s survival.

Such miscreants may be defenses to continued-existence diseases no longer extant. As an example, one might consider a criminally beleaguered society analogous to an allergic person. Immunoglobulins ordinarily save the host from rare invaders. When rare invaders no longer exist, their corresponding IgEs are superfluous. IgEs cause allergies and serve but as immunological criminals.

The latter two types of incorrigible criminals mentioned were those guilty of crimes against the planet. Because a great deal of preparation was necessary for such crimes, they could never be free. In freedom, they would be definite recidivists. “Free them?!” He thought. “If we rehabilitate & re-dignify them, as we do other incorrigibles, they’ll become biology teachers. What First-Surface resident would choose to teach biology over a career in medicine?  Zero! They’ll return to the First-Surface at the first opportunity to practice their horrendous professions.”

In addition to their anti-gravity use, balloons served other purposes on the Pontibus. Large phallus-like models, from Level Twelve’s periphery, brought cured calein columns to the interface levels. The Company pumped uncured calein and seawater out to where needed. Incorrigibles put units in place and added uncured liquid calein adhesive gel to vertex joints. While holding girders in position, they applied seawater. It was like two epoxy resins brought together. Once the calein adhesive gel cured, it established the semi-rigid tetrahedron.

A calein tetrahedron held another identical tetrahedron in almost perfect balance between tension and compression.   The principle mimicked every carbon molecule, in every living creature, ever existing. It was a living art form, imitating other life, providing life. The bridges grew out of the troposphere, into the stratosphere, one hundred feet per day. Winter temperatures and winds reduced that rate somewhat. Summer work went faster.

Calein curing removed silicates & carbonates from imported & elevated seawater. That extraction meant rejuvenating the resulting hypotonic water before using it again. It also needed to be re-calcified prior to returning to the ocean. Corals and other calcium carbonate using organisms depended on a saturated solution. Seawater Calcium is 400gms/ton. It meant much grinding of imported limestone.

Pre-curing at lower levels saved energy. Large artificial oceans, dissolving ground rocks, sprinkled about the sky. Waterfowl and other animals capitalized on their picturesque beauty. Convicts invented systems for rapid deployment of seawater to outer levels. The Company rewarded them.

Just because a man was a criminal didn’t mean he was always better than others were. “Like gold, they’re rare, beautiful, and almost useless.” Rav Aloirav said. “If they can’t learn to be useful to themselves or the planet, they’re missionless. Better to throw them off the bridges and onto the First-Surface. They can either rot there or hide in the churches with the other subhuman wastes!”

The ignorant continued to blame the antisocial for their antisociability – demanding punishment, refusing rewards. The Company’s criminology was state-of-the-art. The First-Surface made most criminals. The Pontibus unmade them. Incorrigibles were unable to rejoin First-Surface society or the tropospheric Pontibus communities. These wild ones existed apart, pristine reservoirs of Nature’s experiment with humankind.

Rav Aloirav felt these natural criminals were repositories of wild type (feral) DNA. Their pure, untamed, and virgin spirit represented to him the full embodiment of human hope. They were his carnal manifestation of glory in life. He called them symbolic caretakers of our limitless potential evolution.  He said. “If the herd feels you’re not one of them, by definition, you must possess true value.” Former maximum-security problems, these outcasts appeared the most frightening of the human race. They were also essential to penetrating space.

20^th Century psychologists, like Maslow, forgot vengeance in their deliberations. They never could understand that revenge too is a basic human need. The worst antisocial behavior is simple reprisal, the reason for much recidivism.

Starving people need food. Thirsty people need drink.  Sex-starved people need intimate affection. Stable people need self-actualization. Socially abused people need apologies & retribution. Those not understanding revenge will never understand criminology or reduce prison populations.

The Pontibus Council’s difficulty was finding ways to deliver that last basic need and remove its causes.   The vast majority of criminals still came from the First-Surface. There, people felt Company influences less. For these miscreants, after a Pontibus contract prison’s release, recidivism was slight. Crime was not all the fault of the corrupt First-Surface society however. Certain human beings, from both regions, manifested such a need, while others did not. The triggers for such requirements were of varying sensitivity.

“If we remove all the social causes for the call to revenge, where are the others coming from?” Rav Aloirav asked. He believed it was all biochemical and in the DNA. Perhaps there was a genetic memory of past needs for revenge located in intron DNA. Evolutionary reprisal or an aberrant imagination? Causes for the need may develop in response to a deficiency in energy, education, or vitamins. The human spirit may have preempted coping energy to produce wildness and excellence.

Nevertheless, the General felt truncating the human spirit was wrong. Forcing everyone, procrustean-like, into the same relative mold would never work. The man wanted to give the wayward wild spirit free rein. Freedom to penetrate to the far reaches of their humanity and the universe.

“The incorrigible program protects reservoirs of pristine spirit,” he said, “as Christianity accommodates the mindless & spiritless. The past subhuman race, designating their heretics inhuman, destroyed them. Once good and dead, they made the heretic a god. As a god, the heretic’s words became gospel, and his forgotten humanity could remain in abeyance. The heretic became trite morality or frozen doctrine. Henceforward we shall call our heretics incorrigibles. I doubt whether we shall ever call our incorrigibles heretics.”

After grand tetrahedron completion, primary envelope people, also incorrigibles, came to build calein roads. Envelopers also joined smaller-sized framework tetrahedrons into the grand tetrahedrons. Twenty-five meter wide hexagonalized platforms capable of supporting heavy vehicles and other objects resulted. Completion of the roads meant the incorrigibles could reach deeper into space. Moving out, they haunted the desolation of the uninhabited potential. Envelopers followed, ad infinitum

Similar scenarios followed these in securing an area. As they forged further out into space, the next stage took over behind them.   The restless, insatiable spirit of Man ventured into the limitless reaches of grasplessness.  Determined, pseudo-teleological growth, up and out, went ever closer to satiating the universal abyss. Analogously, the bridges eluded the horror of multicellular organismic terminal differentiation and evolutionary death.

Biological colonization reached out 7 miles. The stratosphere was not yet capable of supporting sustained tropospheric-style human life. Within the confines of the Pontibus’ troposphere, however biomass was erupting. Area vegetation got going after wind turbines and photovoltaic films became operational.

Once secondary power generation capacity existed, soil-laying people reached the area. Tasks finished, they returned to family matters. These specialists rested, worked farms, or tinkered with creative-expression and electronic media interests. Even areas not controlled by vegetation exhibited life. After lichens, mosses, and grasses the scrub & pitch pine came. Plant arrival removed that haunted and barren look.

Junipers took root, flowering plants, and some higher brush started. An occasional Sitka spruce and bristle cone pine popped up along with other trees. At 11, 000 feet, bristle cone pines are the oldest known eucaryotic plants on Earth. Their lifespan continues at over 4900 years. The tree endures longer than any surviving creative-intellectual efforts of Man other than, possibly, cave art and pyramids.

When temperatures allowed seasonal liquid water, fish farmers arrived to get ponds going. Animals that are more complex succeeded after areas were so habitable. There were exceptions, as habitats were strange. Earwigs and rodents were always among the first terrestrial wild animals to arrive. Toads, frogs, and other amphibians managed to find insects.

No accounting for taste, some wild things preferred sparse and barren structures. A type of cockroach found calein tasty enough in a survival pinch. Panic was averted, however. A South American Pontibus incorrigible suggested importing the “gaipira” vulture-chicken and Brazilian toads. These émigré’s now thrived on calein’s enemies.

The dangerous and uncomfortable work was worse than any ordinary prison sentence. One might hazard to ask, except under compulsion, why would anyone do it? No one demanded inmates do such work. All chose, for personal reasons, the extra duty. It was not just for the high wages the Company paid. The Pontibus Council mandated its people appreciate and respect all work for planet or species.

The climatic temperature out in the sky became warmer, reducing planetary greenhouse effects. Andirobal was triple canopy jungle 200 years prior. In the 20^th century, it became frontier, then a 21^st century desert. The town’s closest sweet water rivers, Mearim & Grajau, dried. They stayed that way almost two years.

Global warming slowed but not before Greenland’s glaciers and a floating Antarctic shelf liquefied. The glacier melt, increasing erosion and sediment deposition, drove up sea level and rainfall. Andirobal’s nearest riverbed, Grajau, filled and overflowed its basin with brackish water. New Society’s Hotel Aloirav, 35 meters above sea level in 1999, was now beachfront. Rav Aloirav liked women’s scantily clad charms, and the change did not incommode him.

Higher altitude’s diurnal temperatures warmed too, but not much. It was still cold enough for necessary functions. Platforms for frozen toxic waste grew now at a decelerating rate for many reasons. Wind and solar energy collection devices multiplied ever faster.

Surplus toxic waste storage capacity went to stockpile blocks of seawater ice.  In the event of a First-Surface physical or tax attack, calein growth could continue unabated for six months. Company estimates projected building two more such storage areas in the next one hundred years. They planned total planetary toxic waste reclamation by 2400.

The Company bought all the known First-Surface landfills and mined them. Very little direct chemical degradation was necessary. Most recycling occurred through benign natural bacteriological and fungal action. The World also was growing cleaner and healthier by decreasing population pressures on terra firma. The Pontibus vented high outward First-Surface concentrations of all types of pollutants.

This is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.                 Genesis 28:17

An endless sparkle of reflected and refracted light bounced around the pearl white calein tetrahedrons. Without a softening from green vegetation or eye-protection lenses, a “snow blindness” could result. Sky vehicles’ windshields screened eyes. At –50 dF, it was bitter cold outside the sky vehicle. He saw workers outside wearing supplemental clothing with individual five-hour mixed-gas cylinders attached.  The sky vehicle’s respiration meter told him his car’s atmosphere was steady at 20.95% oxygen.

The landscape here was empty and desolate-looking. The howling wind outside haunted the struts. Calein roads ran everywhere through the tetrahedrons. The outer landscape was bleak. It was hard to believe what changes just a few years of growing vegetation and animals would bring.

Level Forty-Six (7 miles above sea level) approached the troposphere’s outer edge. Winds here were high and constant. Local inmate laborers, leaving, would return to install another wind turbine. They looked out of the prison bus and in towards the primary surface. There, below them, was the old water generation plant and great reservoir.

At such a height, the cistern appeared as just a blue speck. The constant source of pure non-toxic water gave a false sense of security. Should individual systems fail, for any reason, they felt that that would always be available. Of course, its appeal was its greatest weakness. He planned its decommissioning as a potable water source for sky residents. He wanted it, exclusively, for animals and water sales to the First-Surface.

The large distillation plant produced liquid water from cloud vapor. It also supplied streams and rivers for communal areas of the Pontibus. Enough surplus existed for the entire First-Surface that could afford to purchase it. The plant diminished the snow cover where the laborers now sat. Elsewhere on Level Forty-Six precipitation continued unabated.  The old-government once made a feeble attempt at preventing Pontibus cloud condensation. They could not go the distance, however.  The World Court was predominately European. They needed Pontibus clean water as much as did the USA.

The next envelope group, preparing the area for fungus “seeders” and soil-laying people, would soon follow. Growing plants increased the oxygen partial pressure of air. That diminished the supplemental gases required to live in such areas. Calein platforms became plush green with vines and other erosion-inhibiting plants. Once soil covered the pearl-white netting, frontier settlers would appear. They farmed the sky. Fish people would work their fresh or salt water calein-ponds.

Computer people would set up the networks.  Programs ran the holophones, the sewer systems, fed the fish, educated the settler’s young, answered health questions, etc. The Company introduced wild animals, until the sky took on a jungle-like atmosphere. Necessary energy came from solar, wind, hydro, and methane generators. Life incorporated death, filling the former barren wasteland of space with heat, oxygen, and protoplasm.

A special group of envelope people built the spiral staircases inside the ossos. These vertical cylinders of tetrahedrons joined the major platform levels and space houses. Recapitulating the ubiquitous DNA molecule, three different types existed. Selecting one of these three designs depended on whether it was mechanical or human feet ascending or descending. 1. Tight coiled, more 360degree-turns/Level, for easier pedestrian traffic to and from the monorails.  2. Relaxed, loose coiled – fewer turns/Level, facilitated perambulator transportation. 3. Magnetic elevators, termed “verts”, required less spirals for maximum efficiency and speed.

Monorails, termed “magnelevs” by the residents, were the Pontibus’ mass transit. The name derived from the huge magnetic circumferential rings determining the systems’ speed and direction. Iron alloy impregnated aluminum or calein, light yet strong, went to make train cars. The magnetic donuts (toros) grabbed the cars; levitating them at the flux, and accelerated the same to 500mph. Monorails went underneath the bottommost space houses above the surface of the Ocean. Special super-modules acted as holding stations (depots) for monorail commuters. These areas corresponded to huge metropolises.

Large screens, installed here, presented community educational programs. While waiting for the monorails, people watched subjects taught in the best Pontibus Universities. Programming was magnelev-consumer-friendly. Attractive spots sold appreciative recognition to a helpful resident or reformed inmate. Propaganda was not nauseating or prurient, as investigators went incognito among listeners. They recorded comments and suggestions for making broadcasts more interesting to viewers. Investigators were often students at the local Pontibus Universities.

Commercializing new products began in the Universities. The Company subsidized the product from examination to venture capital. Inventors repaid the bill with sales revenue.  Customers did the advertising by internet & word of mouth. Company holovision contained no sports, evangelism, religion, commercial advertising of consumer products, or senseless violence. Nonsense or irresponsible broadcasting, like the foregoing, occurred just on the First Surface. Yet, even there, the toxic celebrity phenomenon was dying.

Magnelevs never contacted the First-Surface or the Pontibus. They rested suspended in toro flux. Anyone from the First-Surface wishing to access magnelev services must first have purchased a Pontibus visitor card. Non-residents could not cross one of the “feet” without a card.  All residents and visitors were in the Pontibus biometric machine’s computer. Returns home entailed a simple retina scan.

From the First-Surface, or at a distance, en masse space-houses were distinctive. They looked like air bubbles in a glass of agitated water. Increased concentrations of space-houses, (at Level-Six and higher), from far below, appeared as clouds. Structures in the higher heavens (Level-Forty & further out) became indistinguishable from diaphanous cirrus clouds.  Above the nearer space-house envelopes, dotting the sky, the two different environments blended, dreamlike.

Copyright © 1995 by Larry L. Slot

Paperbound edition published 2000

Copyright © renewed 2004 by Larry L. Slot

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