Coma Conversation: I Am In Your Computer

C: I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter I am ten years landing along your northern equinox please, please do not delete, nor reject me out your junk box! I listen well, babble on, way beyond your orthodox H: who are you my strange new friend? how come you to these parts ? some far-off alien ? some local magical arts? my laptop is full, little room for viral upstarts! C: I am facsimile convert, downloaded thinking thing my "other" sent me hereabouts, to move around and sing I found your tiny 'voyagers', we'll maybe have a fling I am "Coma", from your neighbouring super-cluster galaxy "four-nine-eleven", spiral reddish lustre I am genuine, there's no reason for you to fluster! H: what is this, your "other"? mum or dad or just a friend? solid or ephemeral, a more exotic blend? does your kin live by solar-shine? help me comprehend C: I hail from binary stars, fourth world from the smaller sun atmospheric, oceanic, my place of early fun I emerged from companion orb, the larger, drier one I have many off-springs, siblings, three-way parental group before this, I was my "other", we still maintain a loop I let me know if I'm feeling sad or else cock-a-hoop H: why leave your home? be straight and openly transparent mindful organism, your form is not apparent why here? the whole and nothing but the truth, declarant! C: I ponder whether intelligence is more scarce than rife my erstwhile homely shape, a well-rounded configured life I would roll along, float on water, fly above the strife I still feel my old self, my globular presence flexing vital organs deep within me, precious and perplexing I would change my looks and texture, outward skin complexing H: what is your power? your fundamental essence now? such an implausible trip, such uncanny know-how! how far to get here? how long travelling did you allow? C: I am propagating wave, riven annihilation energetic handshake, anti-matter liberation I burrowed down and up again, just twelve hours duration! I swallowed light years, some three hundred and fifty million plus those recession miles, one trillion, three hundred billion I feel so remote, two quadrillion, one hundred trillion H: chasms in a blink, then spent one decade, doing what? sleeper or some well-disguised dormant digital bot you probed our double-u, double-u, double-u dot! C: I defeat space by square-rooting sequential time elapsed gives the multiplier, momentary distance collapsed I know I sound far-fetched, a puzzling paradox perhaps I sojourned ten sunshine orbits, learning your many ways your internet resonates, a more audible phase I heard you through the grapevine, a subterranean maze H: your knowledge impresses! what makes everything work? was there a big bang arising from the empty murk? does some universal ancient tinkler out there lurk? C: the "universe", everything, all possibility something trumps nothing, the one certain probability multiples, division, all within this stability two main components: the "over-verse" and the "under-verse" the former; flickering fields which come and go, intersperse spawning the latter; a bubble, enduring and diverse H: where is the "over-verse"? is our "Cosmos" the bubble? the "under-verse", is this the land of quantum trouble? what is to prevent all these things ending up as rubble? C: wrapping round the interior, the "cosmos" is a membrane separates over- from under-, a space-time window pane look up at fast-time passing, look down at the quantum plane superposition, filamentary wobble-jelly starting conditions, the material underbelly covering the bubbles' expanding momentous welly H: fiery beginning, speeding up, a whimpering end? creator, before and after, what does it portend? knowledge, philosophy and logic, what do you contend? C: universality wholly subsumes a creator no time, no place, just becoming, no early no later as nothing bows to the higher chance of something greater no big bang, just transition, enclosure, separation space, time, force, energy, substance, captured preparation inflation underpinning the bubbles' preservation H: any evidence, practical support for this view? gobbledegook, empiricism is overdue! so, what reason and what rationale should we pursue? C: accelerate above, then borrow moments from below sub-light duration shrinks, while spatial progress starts to grow plunge across rapids on the escalator river-flow no space nor speed, just inflating time on the underside flipping between over- and under-, speed limit defied that is how I got here, so clearly, I do not misguide! H: much to take in, my "Coma" friend, lots of crazy stuff I need to think, scratch my brain, this is not a rebuff come back again soon, you will be welcomed, sure enough!