Techno Fiends From the Future: Vol. 3, 'In The Garden of Dusty Delights.'

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TECHNO FIENDS
FROM THE FUTURE
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Vol. 3

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- PT3 –
In the Garden
of Dusty Delights
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After a breakfast filled with sekt & speed, the Techno Fiends and
their new unwitting Anthro pal, Jizzle Phizlips, descend from the
Tower and cross the street to spend a sunny Saturday afternoon in
their favorite garden. Of course, they skip the snaking queue of
excited party goers and delve straight into the madness.
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First Things First
To the Caravan! -
where greetings are made
& lines exchanged
://
//: Next
To the Dancefloor!
to gently dissolve our edges
and capture the party spirit.
After their initial dance,
Jizzles & The Mechanic take a seat on the
sidelines, mesmerized by the endless swirls of
sparkling festivities & enchanted revelers
floating across the dancefloor.

=Jizzle=
Ahhh the mood is
CONTAGIOUS!
I can feel it ripple
beneath my skin.
:Mechanic:
Yes it’s truly
ELECTRIFYING
isn’t it?!
But funny you see it as a contagion,
affecting the individual on an
internal level…

For me,
it’s more like a
A Super Powered Nebula
that charges as you
pass through.
- What do you mean?
- Well I’ll Show you!

On
Dissolving
Bodily Boundaries
& Merging with the Aether

:// With a few swift
taps of a button,
The Mechanic powers up
the device, which slowly
starts to whirr and hum.
……………………………
Suddenly!
………………………………………………………………………
The crowd melted into one another,
Fusing into a swirling stream,
Enveloped in a hypnotic,
pulsating glow.
Seeping into
each other …
You couldn’t tell where one
person ended & another began.
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Woahhhh
Our boundaries are porous.

And Inside?

Blimey!
How many dimensions
are in here?!
x
-You don’t wana know -

:// They resume their seat on the edge of the dancefloor.
But isn’t it just the Drugs?
[Mechanic] Ah, well, they certainly help … especially in speeding up
the process. & Like The Device, they merely reveal what’s already
there, But it’s also much more than that – it’s the music, the
strobe, the smoke, the crowd…
- and there’s many methods to get there
- meditation, holotropic breathwork, fasting, fucking…
But of course, the substances sure make it a lot more fun!
Think about it like this - you could spend years training to meditate,
being disciplined, and constantly abstaining from certain worldly
pleasures. Or you could Jumpstart the ol’ machinery and get cracking
with one tiny pill, a mushroom or a cheeky sniffter.
And sometimes, there’s just no time to wait around.
If you say so ...
Well don’t just take my word for it !
Everyone sees it a little differently.
There’s more of you Fiends here?!
Oh yeah - loads.
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Let’s play a game!
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Spot the Techno Fiend
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:// Suddenly
The Weaver
Materialises!
With a thousand threads flying
in a tangled mess of intricate
loops and swirling strings.
hiiiiiiii
there!
Oh
Weaaaaaaver! How’s it going? –
This is our new friend….er ..
what’s your name again?
-Jizzle Phizlips-
Mechanic; Oh yes!, This is our new friend Phizzle Jizzlips!
We’re playing a game - how do you see the dancefloor?
[Weaver]: Why, for me it’s a patchwork Tapestry of criss-cross
stitching - each may have their own pattern or material, but we are
all eternally entwined parts of the same cosmic fabric. we weave the
threads, while we are also woven.
…Of course, those threads could become entangled
with wires too Mechanic ;))
:// With a cheeky smile on her face, Weaver
disappears into the crowd, only to suddenly
reemerge, enticing the pair onto the dancefloor.

:// She pulls them into the
crowd, weaving their way
through the tangle of people,
at elbow level.
:// Twisting & Turning,
Swirling & Whirling,
ensuring that the rhythm
just keeps flowing.

...
They Reach a Clearing in the
Forest Of Sparking Souls
...
Everyone around gets roped in,
joyously entangled in invisible
threads & woven into the
textured techno folds of the
fabric of the universe,
:// All are moving in sync,
enveloped within the cosmic
blanket that ripples across the
dancefloor.
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-Spinning a
Yarn-
:// Weaver & Jizzle
take a seat & begin to chat.
[Jizl] So how do
you know the Fiends?
Are you close?
[Weaver] Oh we come from the same
place - and pretty much moved here together as a group.
So we have this whole shared history, and came here for the same
reasons. The conditions back home were truly unbearable...[Shudder]
But our relationship to over there is different - the Fiends are
constantly looking forward, but I like to live in the present - I’m
here now, I just want to enjoy life and craft magical moments for
myself and those I care about. It’s hard to constantly keep a portal
open elsewhere. It’s so tricky - I guess over the years we’ve drifted
apart.
But of course, it’s always a pleasure for
our paths to cross at a party! We don’t see
each other often, just every weekend for
about 12 hours or so.. And of course, if
they asked me of a favour, I’d certainly
help the best I can.
[Jizl] You’ve all been here a
while?
[Weaver] It’s hard to say precisely, the
first official mission of our kind was to
the 1960s, but of course, within the Techno
Fiend history we’ve had our fair share of
rogue time travellers. Once the portal is open - a tear in the temporal
tapestry - a rippled is sent through linear time, and the fabric is
forever unsettled….
:// Jizzle looks confused - like cogs whirring in their brain,
trying to comprehend this cryptic tale, over infused with weaving
metaphors. Weaver continues undeterred, not noticing Jizzle’s
baffled expression.

Weaver: Oh yes, once we’d opened the
portal, there was no controlling those
Pesky Anarcho-Techno Fiends! Popping up
here and there, adding their threads to
the fabric.
:// Anthro suddenly computes
Jizl: Time travel?!?!
Weaver: Why yes! ...Oh shit...they
hadn’t told you that part yet?
Jizl: You’re crazy!!
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:// Jizzle backs away, confused…
But suddenly it all started to make
sense - the reality altering tech,
the radical philosophy, their weird
accents!
Jizl: Perhaps I am crazy?! Oh gosh what
have I been sniffing?!
:// Poor delerious Jizl’s mind is
reeling! They stumble through the
crowd, stepping on toes, hopelessly
entangled in infinite threads… that
lead to nowhere.
-- black out --

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Poor Jizzle Fizzlips, our dear
Anthro who’s unwittingly been
roped into the Techno Fiend saga,
has got themselves into quite a
tangle.
Will they survive the afternoon
and make it to closing?
Submerged in crackling static and
mindboggling confusion, all hope
seems to be lost. Until! A
soothing voice reaches out through
the darkness...
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