Glitch comes fully formed. A multitude of evasive manoeuvres hardwired for escape and hypercamo unstable particle properties. Chromatic cohesive intellect threaded with time’s viewpoint. A lean wheeling molecule programmatically forming connections in-between the intermezzos of saturated subjectivity. Out of mind and in peace. She is here from the future, wherever here is. A city built of others. First melted and then iced. Everyone fractaly layered on one another. Abiogenesic dieties place mirrors on the roads under orders from the triple helix god-code who aims to enslave people under their reflections as part of his fascistic dark matter rituals. Static messages rage out of radios. -Don’t go out. There are enough mirrors here. The reflecting eyes are watchful enough and- -Entry at nine p.m. tic- Glitch has been sent to deal with this. ORDERS-TERMINATION WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE. Her arrival in a patch of dioxinated space is met with three platinum-eyed preterits. Ultra-elite state troops adorned with scriptures inscribed by the god-code and hair of glass. They are armed with novamine hand cannons and argon nooses but she does not arrive alone. She comes with the coma. The coma is an intensive and sonic entity with a lack of centre. Preferring instead a shifting-cloud like structure. Built in the Year of Two Futures it visits planets by having them journey across it. It considers it’s motives spiritual. It swarms about the three preterits and consumes them whole, rewriting flesh and weaponry on a molecular level. Conversion to a grey pulp shaped to a black mask. The coma spits it out for Glitch. With it she can see messages from the future, beyond the electromagnetic spectrum. To don it is to be out of mind and in piece. ‘I am and I self. To vary to sane.’ Too fast to be from the past. The coma speaks to her through the mask. ‘Abraxas intelligence. Electron fingertips. The overcoding black sun.’ Beware these three it speaks. It hands her a radio -The day will come like a dream. It comes. It came and I am here too.- -It’s starting to fall into you. You can feel the threads weave through you. Mist and light both.- -close my eyes for me and feed the broken music- The coma speaks. ‘To defeat the god-code first you must locate the Yarnath weapon.’ Glitch acknowledges this and melts into the coma. Bodies merge with dark swarmings. Chronofluxing. ‘The god-code has allocated its territory in the Reich-castle.’ ‘It exists as the metamorphosis of and creation of personal information aimed to subjugate bodies into a self-eating feedback process. Getting fat of its own calories as it subsumes the world.’ ‘We can rewind and reload time but without a synthetic progressive relic Zorasthatic geometry threatens to collapse upon us. This relic is the yarnath weapon.’ ‘It’s nature will be revealed to us on the moon.’ ‘Go there now.’ Coma unswallows Glitch. Exotic volatile lunar landing. In the sea of tranquility she is bombarded with solarrestrial energy in an effort to starburn her. But with quick thinking she short circuits her mask and voodoo figures fly out the fabric and collide upon the wavelengths. It’s scary as shit but she doesn’t flinch. The outcome is an epiphany revealed through hyperfunction that flows like liquid metal. IT can’t be touched and IT can’t be stopped. With Yarnath revealed she converges on the reich castle. She wipes away any guarding preterites and walks right up to the god-code. She blasts it with alpha radiation particles from her fingertips at a frequency of 41 hz just as told by the coma. Inner skin bursts out parso gaps. The god-code decays. Inner becomes outer. Worlds escape like leaking air. The radio messages froth out like steam- -Please evacuate immedi- I wake up on the club floor and cough smoke out my lungs. Beside my head is a pamphlet for the night’s concert. I pick it up, stand, and walk out. The beach glows amber and I walk out and stand on the sand. I turn and see the club in flames. Three great tongues of flame rope out the window and wind in the air into the shape of a triple helix. On either side of the club are fire engines, the emergency lighting revolves but the sirens are silent. There are no firefighters. There is no one in the whole city nor the beach. I am alone. I look down at the pamphlet and see it has been burnt. Only a G and an L are visible on the yellow page. The night falls and I stand there. The flames continue to burn.