Plays for the Border
It shapes onto future weather, pauses occasionally to announce itself as government of habit. It speaks in harsh tones and coiled percentages. It goes on its merry machine-like way while the rest of the world re-enters creativity mode.
It's a normal mute route, workers and co-ops in a [world outside of dark systems-"woods"].
The occasional forming of a little Cornucopia Corporation as ritual in collective agreements--political groups containing a singularity, a past echo with rules for growth stored in a …brain? Really?
It draws theJungle as a border disturbance of organized experience in a something-to-live-for name recognition--the force field to live to see the day as market.
The selling is what discriminates against the conscious, while unconsciously, competence is held in guess.
All the while it plays for the border and, rises.