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Prolonged Panorama
Dec 21, 2007
Holy hookrat Sally smoking crack in the alley!



Flash rule: Must be a satire.

Round n (662 words)

Tick
Flowering of space-time-force
Tock
Macro dimensions crystallize
Tick
Ah, three plus one.
Tock
My favorite


Death watched intently
As infant matter and its opposite
Warred in the blackness

Attracting, repelling, touching
Annihilating
Orderly matter, both kinds
Flashing away to energy
Death was increased

A happily messy aftermath
The soup was thin now
And of only one kind
But it was not without order

Death watched intently
As hydrogen slowly massed
Barely detectable clusterings
Now diffuse clouds
Now tight knots

Less homogenous, yes
But clumping produced heat
And Death was increased

Death watched intently
The cloudy knots were thinning
No - clumping further!
Clumping locally!
And under the pressure

The stars were lit

Their fire was Creation
Complex helium
From simple hydrogen
Death was decreased!

But as a forge
Gravity is inefficient
The stars Created, yes
But much greater
Was energy lost as light
A fair enough trade
After the initial shock
Thought Death
As he increased

Death watched intently
As twenty-five new forms
Were birthed in the young stars

Most distasteful, to be sure
But Death increased all the while
And the stars were slowing down.

Then they began to explode!
Ah, how Death increased!
How silly to have worried!

He saw immediately
That new stars would form
But what of it?
So much energy ceded to him
For what? For what?

Cold fury, then
As he saw what the suicides
Had bought dear

Sixty-Six new forms!
Very orderly
Though many were unstable

Unthinkable! Blasphemous!
Yet Death had increased
And continued to increase
What was this gambit?

Death watched intently
As infant atoms formed molecules
Complex structure
But at a cost
Always Death increased

Death saw the gambit, now
New stars, heavy stars
Would coalesce from this dust

Death watched intently
As the heavy stars formed
Waited for their ignition
Creation at their cores

Nothing!
The new stars were stillborn!
Too cold, too cold!
Nothing but rocks
Leaking the heat of formation
The gambit had failed
Death was increased!

Death watched languidly
As the true second stars
Collapsed and ignited

But they were nothing new
Nothing to fear
And still Death increased

Death watched languidly
As the light of true stars
Fell on a fraction of the stillborn
And their surfaces warmed
Still Death increased

Death felt a pinprick
Cast about for its source

A stillborn star?
No, new structure
At its surface
Self replicating structure!

Death watched furiously
As the replicators multiplied
And spread
Their messy processes
Increased him always
Faster than before
But their ordered internals
Were the ultimate affront

So this was the true gambit
Such audacity!
To increase him
By building pockets
Where he could be murdered!

This went beyond
The Spirit of the Game
Beyond the implications
Of Conditions Initial
This was a cheat!

Death could never be decreased
By this insane process
It was true
But the irreverence on display
Was too much to bear

Death watched insanely
As life multiplied and branched
Always he increased
Even life increased him
As it lived
As it died
But this was forgotten

He'd seen the possibility
Right from the start

The Gambit within the Gambit

Ah, they awakened now
Self aware creatures
Aware of death

Death cared little for death
The ending of a process
At a specific level of abstraction

But these creatures feared death
And though they had not yet named Death
He knew they would
And they would scheme

Against their petty death
Against his ultimate Death
They would lose both battles
Always
That was obvious

But how disgusting
To waste an entire Game
An entire Universe
On a bad joke aimed at him

Executed by little machines
That would presume to
Take up their master's Standard!

It was time to interfere
Time to break the rules
As his opponent had broken them

Death hadn't interfered
In a very long time
Not for many Games
But this was personal
And he could use a challenge

After all
Spare the children and the rod spoils