THE ZOOSPHERE #5

THE ZOOSPHERE #5
B.Z. Niditch

On his recording space machine Adam writes a poem,
“In a wave length
here on Venus
my elevator moves
on a flaring sky
blue and red light
toward the riverbank universe
in a spectrum foraging messages
on this Zoosphere
in flashbacks and future time.”

Eva in her 3D glasses spies on her husband until he discovers her in bed with two of her exes.
He is in a post-human bodily rage having forgotten his smart sex pills.
He records,
“That bitch, why should I waste my fluids on her. There are other space ladies of the night here on Venus and my stick-man is still hard in hand.”

He begins his space diary with thoughts of the humanity of his old man’s nature.

I begin my day with Dostoyevsky who gave me hope from human melancholy. Each day we can
make ourselves new because the gravity of love is both terrestrial and celestial. It’s logical that I cannot be a loveless man. The biology and even teleology of my existence, even up here, has a finality of love even for a space genius like myself. My compression suit is sweating from the heat of this capsule, giving to me all the dynamics of expressions that I need. I have all my needs and feeds met up in this starry universe because amplification is the lens of science and the lever of space high technology. Some day with brain powers increasing a thousand fold a new generation will comprehend me.

I was reading in the Zoosphere archives of all the news that was fit to print how on earth man wanted children for the recreation of his image. We need no absentia Gulag of the mind here. We have all our shared emotion and motion in our own singular universe. My high IQ levels assume my own measure of space intelligence. We don’t need any more schools of thought. We show less than we think and more that we know.

Eva sneaks into Adam’s space ship. “I needed my space, to get away.”

“No doubt”

“Did you miss me, sweety?”

“Sex’s sweetness is exceeded by love’s ecstasy.”

“All you post-human men are only half-baked philosophers, but not all philosophers are post human.”

“So you got it on with two animal magnetized men. How did it go?”

“I know you were watching us on the Zoosphere on the ex-rated channel for my two exes.”

“How was the sex with your exes?”

“Adam, I know you have the anatomic ex-rays through your 3D glasses. It’s on the x-rated xosphere part of the Zoosphere for everyone to see. Why don’t you turn it on. It might even turn you on.”

“I’m a one-on-one man for one woman at a time.”

“Too bad for you. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I didn’t miss you, Eva.”

“As far as I’m concerned, Adam, you’re a missing person.”

“Search my compass, watch hands and wingspan of all the elements they will navigate. I am going on a trip when none of the observed becomes the observer in a glance. You will not tattle or ever know the telltale effects of what I am doing.”

“An unlikely story. I have heard that before but I will find you out.”

“Screw you.”

Eva gets into her silvery jump suit and leaves Adam to his own devices.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.

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  1. Part five of B.Z.’s madcap post-political sneaky sex space romp.

    For parts 1 to 4, head to B.Z.’s page:
    https://misfitsmiscellany.wordpress.com/prose-2/b-z-niditch/

  2. Along with the diary entry, these are my favorite parts:

    He is in a post-human bodily rage having forgotten his smart sex pills.

    “Sex’s sweetness is exceeded by love’s ecstasy.”

    “All you post-human men are only half-baked philosophers, but not all philosophers are post human.”

    So even with the advanced capabilities for living without emotion and attachment, the dreaded substances still manage to seep in … for one “post-human” at least. And the other is hiding it well.

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