"Daniel Keys Moran - The Existential Blues" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

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Copyright 1996 by Daniel Keys Moran.
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The Existential Blues, Part One:
On the Boulevard of Dreams
Sometimes I feel
Like the world is unreal
I think it has to be
There ain't no answers,
Only dancers
Who dance real slow with me.

The Armageddon Blues Band
Dancers, from the album
Why Are These Drums So Round?

The Great Wheel lived.
That was the Enemy's first thought in the moments after the warheads annihilated it.
It reassembled itself slowly in the first moments after the death of the being Mordreaux. Echoes of a
being named ENCELIS it touched briefly, cherished, enhanced, and left with a being known as
PRAXCELIS.
The Great Wheel lived.
The structure of the timeline on which it had incubated revealed itself to the Enemy's gaze. The
timeline existed with a probability of near-totality; its total energy level was eight times as great as that of
the timelines immediately surrounding it. . . .
. . .surrounding it.
Suddenly it found the way outside. It moved up, and found itself in the midst of a swirling gray storm
that filled the walls between the worlds, looking down on a vast structure, a wheel, upon which timelines
were laid at right angles around the rim. The timelines had form, and structure; they were discrete spokes
of energy that radiated up and down from the rim of the Great Wheel. The Enemy saw, as it drifted along
the Great Wheel, that the Uncertainty Principle grew more powerful; that Law degenerated.
It looked away to the direction that seemed to it to be the top of the Great Wheel. At the north end of
the great wheel, there was a brightness.
A glow.
 The Enemy of Entropy oriented itself slowly. It found itself drifting away from the glow. Years were
passing in those moments, as the Enemy came to grips with the pulse of time and particle its life had