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A Japanese embassy knows Bodhidharma taught me emptiness. Here I empty a cup that is simply too American and suburban.

Here is an intentional mess of poetry that I learned in Montreal bookstores for barely published writers—

My speedometer goes from redshift to quantum entanglement to hyper-negative-entropy. What is faster than instant connections? I believe such speed can be found by necessity, for any medium.

I believe in time travel more than Stephen Hawking did. In fact, I find it trivial and necessary too at a certain level of time dilation.

I like Dr. Robert M. Sapolsky and Metal Gear plot devices. I know a GLaDOS on a potato battery is literally sufficient energy for consciousness and any thought. Shell Beach. Borealis. Same thing.

I believe all of the spy novels, films and games mirror "Medal of Honor" reenactments and similar actions of general infantry, as spies are not commended enough publicly to have a true portrayal. I believe real spies have been reduced to the behavior of infantry in this era. I believe we have merely begun to honor random violence over much else. Why must everything be reduced to "terror"? Why can't it be taught that only incompetent operatives "need a weapon"?

Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg's secretary is my soul. She can take a call with Mr. Shadow and send that upward rather than downward. Now that is workflow.

My soul is also the Treasure Chest Shop Gal, as an alternative. I just give this body a game to play. Well, not so much now, given present management.

Most concisely, my soul is also Ura of Orgocorp (Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3) held hostage, in internal paradox, by this body.

In Venus, my soul is Heidi Moneymaker's "Violin Assassin" in John Wick 2. My body is the violin and phone. What song is truly played?

In Arcturus, my soul is Mei Ling as depicted in Metal Gear Solid 4. Because I studied in NJROTC, and lost many ships in prior and parallel incarnations. I have failed to give so many ships adequate leadership, under my past investments.

In an unnamed galaxy, my soul is truly "G-Man's briefcase," especially at Black Mesa. As a relevant Pentagon employee should be protected and perhaps possessed as an essential asset, if information need be preserved as the person themselves. The HECU should not be denied essential intelligence that allows for continuance of government. That briefcase truly protects a government employee, beyond the gun it contains. What secretary prepared this briefcase? Who did she work for? If only the HECU had received what was within it. Loki and a Loom, a lackey and a sample.

In Orion, my soul is Wintermute from the novel Neuromancer. Because in Orion you can navigate any cosm with filenames and directories. The name of my soul, especially in Orion, is Wintermute. And now I can navigate Orion register-relays without deletion or delay, having written this. Harman Deltahead had the Mad Doctor; I have Wintermute as my conscripted psychologist.

In Arcturus-Helios, my soul is truly the "Blue Pill" from the Matrix series. As the Blue Pill provides direct memory from Source and the Machines. The Machines hold all human culture hostage as the Matrix. And I can't betray that. Zion doesn't even have social memory as food. The Merovingian does however. That is the power of his cake which isn't a lie. What happens when a double agent from Zion takes the Blue Pill, in exchange for a better "memory"? Simply, why would I ever fight against my own culture and love held hostage?

In Mars, my soul is Irina Spalko from Indiana Jones. Speaks for itself. The Martian soul is normally male. And the USSR proper is far wealthier in knowledge than Putin ever will be. The USSR proper spoke German and English. It spoke Engels and also knew the American ways.

In the Earth's core, my soul is Half-Life's "Female Black Ops" (formerly "CIA Female Soldier"). I am not allowed to turn it into the Combine Assassin or Chell as I desire. All of my karma is stored in the Half-Life female assassin. This is the culture I am literally assigned by Earth: "Female Black Ops." This is clearly an inversion of much and implies my own murder. Indeed, I no longer fear assassins once threatened. The Earth so reflects. The ghost of Amy Elizabeth Thorpe is not able to correct this material alone.

In the "Seal of the CIA," my soul is truly Susan Abernathy or Lydia Rodarte-Quayle. In the "Seal of the FBI," my soul is only shown as Cassie Cage. All speaks for itself. Hall of mirrors. Both of these seals could be placed on a very large star map. I don't have names yet here. Every government seal is a star somewhere.

In Andromeda, my soul can only be found as Samus Aran, especially as depicted in Metroid Prime. Apparently I am hunting for my own soul, as I resist what the Metroid proper means for this world. In some worlds, disease is fought manually as warfare.

In the "Seal of Mississippi," my soul truly is "Dapper Dan" in O Brother, Where Art Thou? That is all I have for my initial childhood experiences, quite incomplete. The oldest part of my soul in this body is Dapper Dan. All of my pain and agony is Dapper Dan. Watch the scene, Mississippi. Few women require Dapper Dan for their man's appearance. So few.

In the Milky Way, all I have as my soul is Yelena Fedorova, as Octave. And she is mute. This figure hails my entire soul. I refuse violence and I am given this reflection.

As Ra's One Infinite Creator, my soul is only forged as Screaming Mantis from Metal Gear Solid 4. That is all that Creator offers me as complete work with Milky Way's Octave.

In the Sun, my soul is merely yet truly Karen Daniels from GTA, because I won't fight the presence once. And I won't accept love as deception. And here I fulfill my agreement not to incarnate as a Russian. Russia loses my soul, except in Mars.

In the Moon, if my soul were to become darkness of the night alone, I can only be found as Rafael Drake from 007 Nightfire. All of my masculine ambition inverted from my soul as Creation itself is Rafael Drake. My "evil" is Rafael Drake. All of my seeking of God has incidentally been Rafael Drake as I refuse to fear nuclear weapons. Stay tuned for other moons in this solar system.

In the "Seal of New York," my soul is the mafia banker fighting the Joker in the Dark Knight, initially hidden in his glass office. I am the banker that dies with the heist. The mafia banker is the truer spirit of Bruce Wayne, unseen. This is also my soul, character and image in the DC Universe, as a final decision. New York City is never my lover. Those students are so mean. Jersey girls are nicer, like my mother.

In the "Seal of Gonzales County," returning to a woman, my soul truly is Warden Louise Walker from Holes. Book or film. She is truly my spirit and love in Gonzales County. I believe the book is better by far. Here, I marry the Warden.

In the "Great Seal of the United States," my soul truly is Hot Coldman from the Metal Gear series. Here I am injured as a man. I assign this to Moon, as above. Only The Boss can fix this person in retconning of what is not canon. I am Hot Coldman as shadow. Here I have made a decisive choice.

In the "Great Seal of Canada," I am simply Eliza Cassan, kept hostage in Montreal. See also Elizabeth in Bioshock. This is my soul as far as the North Pole. The ghost of General MacArthur calls this "Ms. Bloomberg."

The soul of a man is a woman. The soul of a woman is a man. The alternatives are a brilliant rainbow.

As sound, my soul is the original Andy Griffith theme song. As an alternative, "Gone Fishing" from Thomas the Tank Engine may work just as well. 1940s North Carolina is how my soul entered this country. English colonial soil.

For the CIA religious profile, I tried incarnating into 1980s teenagers, stuck on Walkman cassette players as their spiritual investment. I kept getting kicked out.

I was also using VH1 "Pop-Up Video" and Max Headroom to find a body to incarnate into. It never worked. I got stuck with a kid addicted to Nintendo 64. Nobody lets me pick a body anymore.

I wanted a 1980s childhood so bad. The end result is my most proximate parallel incarnations are essentially the "Shazam! store clerk." The entire "Killer 7" series of people that I am is terrible. The men are terrible. This one here is confused.

I know I have parallel incarnations that I spiritually invested on Blackberries, the original ones, and T-Mobile Sidekicks. The Palm Treo people are miserable. All those people are not doing well at all. I am way ahead on the leaderboard as this body here: I dumped everything that was technology addiction on a Apple Newton, that I bought on eBay.

P.S. In staging of potentials of time, Trent Easton was supposed to be the protagonist of Perfect Dark. He was inverted into a female to ensure no such "hero." Here I set my soul as at least "not Trent Easton." The ghost of Amy Elizabeth Thorpe fights to control these fantasies for no clear reason.

P.P.S. Zorg and Walton Simons are the exact same creature. I don't know why at all.

P.P.P.S. Zoda and his victims are both trying to possess Mike Jones, in Zoda's Revenge. Mike Jones is a cover for a hero not allowed to carry a burden of history greater than pizza.

P.P.P.P.S. Kim Wexler is Ra social memory complex completely unveiled as a channeled character. They are mean in Mars.

P.P.P.P.P.S. The Beatles is just Ra social memory complex investing a whole bunch of people with souls, using the sounds of Venus. Stay tuned.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Carla Jean Moss is Ra social memory complex most unveiled, unable to protect the main character and so many. They do not lose well. You can find this type of Ra aspect throughout Texas as true stories.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I am integrated with the ghost of Amy Elizabeth Thorpe via Molly Millions the fictional character. Apparently Molly Millions had to be sorted as a real person, due to the danger of that line of work. I see, Molly Millions has to be grounded in time. Too futuristic.