Highway Anti-666 Time Is Space - Chapter 8

“GRRLS start your engine”

Chester felt. Yes, there is no other way of describing it. When you feel, it is an experience. You become aware through sense. It could be nonsense but it is still sense. It is something which you interact with and are intensely plugged into. Chester was locked in and feeling a massive surge of energy, an electrical sense.

“I don’t hear anything”

Hugo laughed.

“GRRLS play some music”

The soft melody of a piano filled the air. It was simple, and vaguely familiar. Then, a man began to speak.

“Jesus was way cool
Everybody wanted to hang out with him
Anything he wanted to do, he did
He turned water into wine
And if he wanted to
He could have turned wheat into marijuana
Or sugar into cocaine
Or vitamin pills into amphetamines”

Harvey, who was lounging in the back smoking some marijuana and drinking beer, stood up and laughed.

“King fucking Missile! Jesus was way cool!”
Harvey Kalapski Can't Find The Beat

Harvey stood up and pumped his hand in the air trying to dance to the music. His body struggled to find a rhythm, some beat to dance to. His body started to move awkwardly, resembling part yoga, tai chi and interpretive dance, but mostly looking like discombobulated spaghetti noodles.

“Hey, Hugo …I love this song, but we need something for driving. GIRLS play "Take The Power Back"”

Nothing happened, the music continued:

“If you were blind or lame
You just went to Jesus
And he would put his hands on you
And you would be healed
That's so cool”

Hugo, turned and smiled at Harvey.

“First, it isn't Girls...it's Grrls...Grr like a bear. Second, it only listens to my commands, Harvey”

This wasn’t completely true. GRRLS had been set up to follow Harvey’s commands. Well, not his commands so much as his desires. GRRLS had been programmed to make a quantum entanglement with Harvey. Albert Lorentz and some of GRR’s top level AI engineers had developed the program. At present, it was very experimental and there were some major concerns, but progress can’t be asked to wait, so they went ahead with this pilot program. However, they needed a special mind to help drive the connection and that was Harvey.

“But, yes, I agree with you. Rage Against The Machine is a great idea for some driving music. But, I prefer “Wake Up”. GRRLS play “Wake Up””

The hum of distorted guitars stuck between the pounding rhythm of the drums. Next, came the unmistakable driving bass, back beat. Finally, the walls of the RV came alive portraying a video of rioting in the streets, anarchists tossing Molotov Cocktails and the police cowering behind plastic shields.

Harvey threw his arms outward and started bouncing off the wall as if he were in a mosh pit. He was consumed with a certain awe. This is how he had imagined the RV would be. A mobile party that listened to your desires and wrapped itself around you like swaddling clothes.

“Fucking eh!”

The battle cry of Canada was not heard up front where Hugo and Chester sat. Hugo had flipped a switch and an opaque window blocked all sound from coming into their sheltered enclave. Chester surveyed the control panel in front of Hugo. It was like a giant GRR Phone application with icons that you could touch or voice activate to see other new controls. He had never seen anything like it.

“I still can’t hear the engine, Hugo”
“It’s a hybrid, Chester, a very special hybrid.”

Chester turned back and looked through the window at Harvey as he danced, drank and smoked pot. Harvey seemed at peace. In fact, he seemed to glow. Must be the partition, thought Chester, and he turned back to Hugo.

“So, are you going to drive?”
Hugo gave Chester the stare
“Yes, I’ll drive. The new adjustments we made will make it a little unwieldy at first”

Chester felt a slight tinge of jealousy. It was his RV, but something about Hugo gave him a sense of security. Made him feel safe.

“Sure…I really don’t like driving. Where are we going to go?”
“That’s not completely up to me.”

He held up a vial of dried vegetable manner. To Chester, they looked like something he once bought in Chinatown for a bowel disorder.

Quantum Entanglement Fuel
“Let’s see where Harvey takes us. I put some of the mushrooms into his beer a while back. Should be kicking in right about now.”

This was the variable in the equation that Albert and the team had to employ. It was impossible for them to actually write the program. The program had to write itself, but it needed the human element, something that was buried deep in the little quarks and leptons that had a connection with the first singularity…back to when the Big Bang happened. The only way this could happen is if Harvey was screaming mad high.

“I didn’t put too much in…just enough to make a little connection…kind of like a first date’s kiss”

Hugo gave Chester a wink and flipped the partition switch and, suddenly, they could hear the music:

“Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos”

Harvey was beginning to peak. His mind…well, it was in a bit of a state. The conscious mind was losing control. The real mind - the collective sea of unconscious memory - was rising in a tsunami wave. The cellular walls, which conspire to build a homeostatic system, thereby producing a self, were about to burst open. Harvey’s joy, a buried treasure within the fused graves of Jesus, Gautama, and Laozi, was extending through all the tentacles growing out from his mortal coil. He was making a connection with GRRLS and it felt, in his words:

“Unbefuckinglievable!”

Chester watched as Harvey was consumed in a bluish, white light. The words from the song seemed to increase in volume, and were more penetrating

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow”

Hugo flipped another switch and another partition came up. This was darker, like the windows on black limousines that carry people who don’t want to be seen.

“He will be alright…I think. But, we should be careful…not sure we can handle what’s going on in there. Not that it is radioactive…but, certainly a kind of active that maybe we don’t want to mess with”

The RV’s control panel and engine, suddenly, burst alive.

“Ah…there we go. Well, Chester, time to take it out for a spin”

Hugo stepped on the gas and the RV pulled effortlessly out onto the road.

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