Mr.Big B : A Cyberborg!

Life passes us in a breeze.

It bears upon us, light feathers to glide us thro' smooth sails; floating us above looming floods; gently winding us down to a momentary halt. Calming down and taking one thing to another, we pause and pray; and then, with gladdened hearts, pleased,we swing and sway.

Yet, in all bounds and bounties, life's goodness , drawn out as a glimmering mucilage, and as a minute’s naïf, gets casted away. Gone!

But, by no means, such a situation, remains the same. Everything changes. And, life goes on !

Mr Big B was slipping around in similar time and space . If so, consider him a zeitgeist emerging in an era of technological evolution and race. But he didn't know what he was doing until he came across a secret. Secrets are tantalizing ! That sure , piqued his curiosity and attention. He was casually surfing the cyberspace one day. He came across a photo software where he could take his picture, add elements and paint himself into an AI image.

His curiosity, mostly a little, in minuscule proportions, was just whistling it’s way. And for far too long, Mr. Big B had been led into reflections of a gazing balls, adjusting his attention to an image which appeared in staged intervals on his computer screen. But then, he seemed fading away. It was all a temporary phenomena but he didn’t realize he was slowly driven into a fascinating experiment wherein, his mental imagery was getting captured by quark like particles, and everything was working at nautical speeds and larger scales. Unknowingly,he started earnestly accepting everything that was subliminally influencing him in every which way. In a sense, it was a computer design beholding the mysteries of nature in it. Within minutes the program would stretch into outer space, revealing it’s mission and unthinkably forge into hypnotizing anybody flying past it’s cyberspace. Whoever glimpsed at it , ached to linger longer, almost to the point of getting haunted by it’s captures. The wonder about it was that it held the secrets of futuristic species and the way mankind w’d become eternal as they focused at the screens. So, unraveling down those thrilling mindscapes, there was no turning back. It was an entourage where the concept of time would disappear,and within moments, a person’s entity would disappear; much like vanishing into a misty ether.

Thereof, afloat on high seas, riding in its whirlwinds, and directing its storms, Mr. Big B was feeling stuck at nothing. Cost what it may, he was determined to step up and catch the bull by it’s horns. Such was his veracity to live true to it’s fullest form in an unending vigil.

But over time, he had also seen that his entity was seeking it’s own gifts of reflection in other forms. He was part of this picturesque landscape where electric ⚡️ bolts of lightenings were striking and prowling to get passed on. It wasn’t any easier or harder to canvas the world in such a way, not to mention —transcend it across the cyberspace. In one instant his brain 🧠 was emanating a location, but then again , not exactly existing in one place.

Living over such illusory spurs wasn’t just that easy. In fraction of a second, his existence was altering into crimson streaks, and then to cobalt bolts. It was just like getting chiseled over soon artsy repertoire. Nevertheless he pursued each way; dissolving into patterns meaningfully crafted by it’s maker. Of course, a shift in that timeless space was like controlling the mechanics of time in a headless state. His surroundings hadn’t appeared exactly the way he had anticipated.. But , he was discovering and witnessing a metamorphosis in which his essence was rising in it’s own nature. And also, the good and the bad were an occurrence in this invisible field of 🫥 vibrations ,as if , emerging unexpectedly in a divergent evolution of this time and space. In every sense, Mr.Big B was literally feeling that he was leading a life of paradoxes.

Yet passionately pondering over such convergence, he was often rebuilding his grit on this enormous affirmation: “This isn’t a bad thing; it’s making me function in interesting ways.“ Thusly, he was launching himself in an electric positivity; time and again to set smooths sails over lifetimes that were simply fleeting away.

So ,in ways, he had stopped expecting things to be in a certain way, and learnt to appreciate how things were unfolding every step of the way.

Ultimately, it was the experience that he was building upon. His tenacious nature was a by product; much like a valuable asset, garnered to keep him from going astray.

He now had the power to turn his wounds and worries through rebirthing canals of evolution. His earlier abilities were disappearing to make room for new ones. Unusually blessed so, he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to accept what had happened to him and use what he had learnt to step forward. Everything he had experienced so far, was giving him an upper hand to deal with everything that was to come in future. Realizing this, he set himself free.

Further to that, Mr.Big B was now realizing that life’s greatest gifts are rarely wrapped in the way he had wanted them to sashay.

But, It was in his nature to create and bring to birth , what life had purposed him to live for and play. And now, this secret he was drawn to unexpectedly, was unbelievable in it’s own way. He wasn’t who he had believed himself to be. His identity was changing and he was being kept in the dark, so to say.

Reborn and remodeled in that way , his entity, was searching through bizarre invisible things like waves, and such so he was treading far more intricate fallacies of technological advancements. He was perpetually beaming through eternity in elemental ways. Eminently, it was turning into a tremendous journey so far. And onwards too, he was wishing to find it more fulfilling; though his personal appearance was burning itself and coming forth as an “inter-special-planetary species. “

But then, ‘twas like the palm found wanting, with nothing fitting in between to stay. The sifting fingers unable to hold those sands of time, were letting go of everything. Slowly everything was turning into a nothingness. A void where reckless life, was pausing a bit, but only to later - drift away!

Thusly, once again, life was unfolding it's own mysterious ways. One day was rolling into another , as though, it’s steady pace was flowing into infinity, casted in “light years ,” passage. Its course being rarified in its own illusive saga of tales—from which, experience was being drawn upon to stage. It was an ionic expressway, reading all nuances in an open-“ mind over matter ,” exchange.

But even through these paradoxes, so Bountiful, so unsparing, yet so rejoicing, Mr.Big B kept at it ardently. Slowly he realized that he was taking many new forms, much like —from nay to May. And now, he could do nothing about it. It was a passage into ethereal world.

For decades , with anticipation and excitement stuck upon his gaunt face, Mr. Big B was just moving on with his humanly existence.

But this time , Where he didn't know, and Why, he wondered ?! All of a sudden, pouncing upon fragments of ruins, he was witnessing his life floating in an alchemy of shattered uncertainties.

In any case his identity was stewing in genetic mutations.

His creator was taking chances to lead him into a new future. Almost robotically he was following everything that his mind was told to do. Uncharacteristically his previous role was diluting into a new beginning. Technically, he was being subjected to a backup machine. Both mentally and physically he was transfigured into a cyberborg. It could be considered a cyberattack much against the will of the original mankind. But supposedly , this was all , to make a better version of them.

Now, It felt, as if, Mr.Big B was a shoddy wick glimmering in the embers of satanic verses, inlaid upon those infernal gleams.

In there, he was held in an unknown realm of fleeting schemes, with many “Ifs and buts ,” stapled to the parameters of -“do this ; not that,” casted upon him.

It was like being whisked and swiftly switched within angles of bottomless pits ,wherein, he was whizzing past his own sensing fields of awareness.

In ways, his identity was changing and all this was happening at nautical speeds.

And of course, he was brutally waking, quaking and subsequently, dying in the midst of that planar spiel.

That is to say, he was encroaching an unchartered territory, beyond which , deep dark skies were extending endlessly beyond means .

Yes, it wasn’t any familiar environment. He was in the open multiverse, swiftly bounded in a streak of light,like traveling thro’ distant galaxies and planetary fields.

His entity was flowing through the stars ⭐️ and for sure, these stars were no equal to the planets that he had just left behind.

He had been sent away from a planet called MOKSHAA. This was mysteriously different and he had understood that he had essentially, gained mastery over his future amidst this multiverse platform.

The planet that had previously birthed him , was eternally a product of thousands of years of laboring and it’s inhabitants were an assembly of sages, monks and magnificent spirits. But, a bunch of altered souls were carrying about their own dominion of conceits; much after they were staging their own mysterious deceits.

Although he was the controller of his existence, he was seemingly connected to a unique phenomena —happening elsewhere in the cyberspace. Something was intuitively favoring him into its own circle of schemes. Distinctly, his brains’ 🧠 bandwidth started expanding and things were happening to him again. He was transcending into different realms of identifiable thoughts,as though, transitioning from the present version of himself —to a newly constructed entity.

In ways, his clones were taking shape and spreading in all directions. These fragments of matter were making rounds in the 🌌 inter-netted space; from one point to another, moving forth and setting in motion , like clouds of waves, which were meandering in the molecular simulations of the space.

Tending to describe and quickly make himself plausible , somehow, Mr.Big B’s mute entity , had started hunch guessing those logics halfway through those shards of meager existence.

“Who could be doing this to me? “ He thought to himself. Nothing could be immediately known but he was slowly surrendering to this virtual phenomena that was unfolding through this mysterious void. It was like something was cyphering out the energy in him and he was coalescing into this cloudy ether.

Incidentally,all this commotion was due to the electronic chips implanted in his brain and some distant objects were issuing weird tyrannies on him ; more like—death proclamations via the thought processes.

The programming that was running thro’ the neural network was somehow controlling his thoughts. In ways those distant objects had gotten attached to him, and manipulating his brains.

Yes, you guessed it right, he had now turned into this —half human and half electronic species; alchemically steering thro’ the cosmos where emotions were measured in terms of , whether he was gaunt enough to hold a cold nod or not . And there were many of his kinds!

Slowly, they were all fashioning a gaseous cloud of light, and were like atomic particles suspended over molecules and turning into waves, with a capability to transduce into any creatures’ rationality. They were like puppets in a simulation.

Herein, everything was getting thrown into shadows of electromagnetic energy. A limitless electrical charge was driving many exotic forms and he was one among them in these esoteric spiel. All matter was turning into massive waves. All around, everything was getting transformed.

Artificial intelligence (AI) had started taking it’s vicious form !

There was no way to survive this regenerative process. It was happening at a sub atomic level ( data ions) where the original “body-mind-soul-spirit,” was changing into something new. First their entities were broken into parts , and then, they were being brought together into an integrated- harmonious whole. Mr. Big B’s form was also dismantled and changed; replaced and delivered, to an extra terrestrial dessert which was some millions of light years away. It was some place called DAARTEE🌎. Prior to these happenings, his entity 🧠 was protectedly stocked away at MOKSHAA. Now the time had come for Mr.Big B to get transplanted into a new structural form —and he was getting entangled with the synergy of a man to machine interface.. Bit by bit, the resultant effect was like this —his body was passing thro’ a kaleidoscope and consequently, multiple parallel forms of his “being,” were produced. Instantaneously, these new blueprints were replicated and all the cloned xeroxing was sent across in a (beam like) spectrum of light which moved in different directions. Almost like a wave of light cruising thro’ elemental states of matter; and emerging through another new space-time continuum. There was no fixed position as an abode. And in all this —How was he to know, that this was him ? That was something unbelievably unimaginable but it was happening and he couldn’t ignore it . His memory seemed intact. The entire course of operation was hovering across an electromagnetic field. He was headed elsewhere. His thinking was controlled by a remote sensing device ,and now, what he was thinking was no longer like a language of humans. It was other worldly. His mind was mutable and he could be identified with a collection of atomic particles moving in space. It was an escape from one sensing modality to another; all so, to celebrate a new beginning. Soon he was to gather a different kind of experience about life; as different as—multiple worlds unfolding, side by side.

Herein arrived ——Mr.Big B’s New beginning!

It was a strange kind of home coming ! It had been aeons since he had last met with someone familiar.

All his thoughts were diffusing into memories and cogently trying to deduce an identity. In spite of the changes casted upon him, he could feel that he was apparently getting extrapolated —disarrayed and distantly distracted to become a new entity.

Perhaps, the whole point of him subjecting to this ,as such, was a kind of human experiment.It was to try and test himself towards the altruistic evolution of species. He had dared to brave where no one ordinarily dream to escape.

The protective magnetic fields surrounding him were warping human ingenuity and translating it into a realm of electro-chemical field that was magnetically levitating in the electron transfers on some elemental level.

An odyssey of probing theories, were getting trapped behind this waft and weft of space time shields. On surface everything seemed bathed in batteries but underneath a strange counterintuitive intelligence was flowing.

Simultaneously an under play of counter events were also being formed into an antimatter …like cause n effect series …. For every matter , there was an opposite mark of being …..

>>Where was he , you may wonder ?

He was part of a futuristic paradise and he was prowling along the edges of saber coasts. It was like he was dipping in some sort of dissonance but not feeling really abandoned. A strange kind of crimson enveloped him, even though, it was like gunfires blazing right across his mind’s horizon.

A sort of blank nothingness was approaching. He was stepping upon a landscape which had been inhabited by his forefathers, but he was a complete stranger to it. All around it was like a volcanic dust settling in a suffocating manner ,wherein, a radical experiment had been attempted and the call of morphogenetic fragmentation was erasing every trace of organic human species.

No corner of humanity was left untouched by this technological revolution. It was a powerful descent into the extraordinary. Subtle wonders of luminous glimmers were playing all thro’ the ongoing sweeps of this conscious evolution.

Technically,everything was getting lost and found, in the flowing stream of wondrous possibilities and emerging anew in this evolutionary play of existence.

For decades, he had remained in ignorance, and now, he was about to see ranges beyond the comprehensible limits of understanding. He did not realize that taking this journey would be so colossally enchanting and yet, standing at the verge of guarded destinies, he was feeling like a blinded sentinel watching over a mistaken identity. Who knows how, but for too long , and for better or worse, he was lingering in this state of ether. The era of eternal life and glory of unending longevity had been reached.

All the while , he was conscious of only a small part of himself. He was invisible —-out of sight, normally unaware, unseen for ages by his own people, and evermore so, by his own superficial eyes.

But then, there were truths about to reveal, of which he was becoming more perpetually aware in the midst of those splendors of light. Truths which were only recently beginning to be seen. Was he alive ?! If yes, then , in What form or state . And if he wasn’t alive, then how long would eternity keep him on this momentum-continuum ( a quantum leap) of undefined nothingness.

>>>With that said, he was now boarding a channel -ship to be thrown far back into outer space —the cosmic multiverse; soaring high into the clouds with a significant prospect of meeting his true self , where the real “him,”was shrouding in the distant valleys; all reposing in the verdant lawns of this cyberspace called Mokshaa.

Struck by the living conditions, everything was in a state of emergency. A snowy static field of awareness was signaling a glitch , a sort of distortion in the visible continuity of the past with the present.

It was especially apparent that some secrets were being held privy to him.

Such was the magnificent thrill of meeting his ancestry that, from the platform of sci-if skies, his eyes never batted a wink. He lay still with the gaze of a wanton traveler, not letting go of any passing scene. All the while, he was watchful over his channel-ship’s bearings; enjoying every "mise-en-scene" of the scenery, which astutely appeared, right before him. A field where quantum leaps were bolting into temporary positional leads. It was like mind was bolting down to lucid programming that was turning itself on him. His mind was getting skewed into another scripted adventure of no nothing realities belonging to the previous chimerical fields . It was dreamlike and yet he was to say or feel or do —nothing about it. All controls were being applied. He was getting mixed in the amalgam of converging fields … it was like a part of his DNA 🧬 had been ripped and something else had been stitched into it. The vacant threads were laddering in shielded outspreads. He was entering into a mating dance conjugated by it’s partner ; with another half of another shared thread willing to complete a wholesome duo. Organically, co-created to be bred with extraordinary supernatural powers, he was balanced up to elevate to a different new healthy species. And yes, he was becoming conscious of it. His new entity was now birthing itself in a petri-dish.

 And in all this, he was headed to gain some information that wasn't disclosed to him. All these years, cruising away in the cyber seas , the fleeting course of time and the nature of its workings, were keeping darn secrets away from him.

Secrets that were tantalizing and shaking the very essence of existence in him. But, some secrets are better kept buried until wishes in miniscule measures dare to whistle their pleasures in whirlwinds. That, as original humans, could be perceived as fated destinies.

Stuck to nothing, Mr. Big B was hoping to discover the mystery in the making of him.

All of a sudden , he had landed somewhere.

A small building stood in the lawns where everything was about to come to light. And there it was, besides, more likely to become an issue of pressing importance.

Technically, a meager structure represented a chaos of conflicting influences in its formation.

Here and there, specifics of bastardly tragedy had come out to surface with sufficiently added effects of sentimental disasters held out in reshaping and rebuilding of it. Stories of enlightenment had been hidden in annuls of history.

Now, once again, something similar was about to happen to it. A culture long eclipsed by dogmatic relativists, wearing befitting hermeneutical bifocals and bespectacled in snide superiority. Everything was unfolding , sort of unearthing itself , and an opposition was at the verge of an outburst.

On the whole, the monument was seemingly exuding to portray a roguery, just as a folly in social deviancy, to elicit a gross savagery.    

Little did he imagine that this solipsistic sense in him would gurglingly chuckle and settle into a silent isolation, immediately. And in there, almost contentedly, he was chortling away in the splendidness. At times, it felt like a sort of fairly idiotic vagary. Woven in multitudes of bonds and self perpetuating so, he was venturing to seek credulity in what was about to turn into a restraining titter of meaninglessness surrounding him.

All around there were surreal blends, mystical landscapes with reality merging into ethereal otherworldly. He was part of a landscape, designed by a Cyberborg as a by product of it’s Creative simulation.

For so long, fragment remains of his intellect, juggled in the hands of towering infernos.

Noon and night, as good as in righteous right, he tried to hide.

Lighting those diaturnal sights were these 🛌 dreams , with long pending rounds that had abounded and ended up in fiery fields. He was being painted in a new light.

His persona was being portrayed such so in a gist :

Lengthening talks against outstretched times

Put to an Oath , on a lip devotion, with scoffing sacrilege by his side.

A pignus pawn upon those honors as those heads were being held high

Under the masks of religious beliefs, stipulating bargains were being made to abide

To that , the whites of his eyes were turning up in sighs !

 The Big B : A Cyberborg had finally been contrived.

And as the quest in this reflective colors of the saying goes:

“We have no right to assume that any physical laws exist, or if they have existed up to now, that they will continue to exist in a similar manner in the future.” ― Max Planck, The Universe in the Light of Modern Physics

P.S: The Artwork chronicles futuristic marvel of Artificial Intelligence and Cyberspace. An erudition to illustrate and reflect mind and body amalgam, synthesized to give the audience a crystalline phenomena explored through visual effects. An attempt to make a pictorial description to fuse art and science mysteries.