Eat the Path

Eat the Path (Terminal 0)

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 Find the right way down through the maze, to the food, then find the exit.  Push the exit button.   If the food tastes awful, don't eat it, go back and try another way. They want the same thing that you do, really, they want a path, just like you.  You are in a maze in a maze, but which one counts?  Your maze, their maze, my maze.  Or are the mazes all the same, defined by the limits of their paths? PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 Existence is simple: find the food, push the button, hit the treadmill. But sometimes it gets much harder.  Sometimes the food makes you sick, or you can hear nearby feet racing you, urging you on.  Sometimes the button only gets you landed right back in the beginning of the maze again, and the food won't satisfy. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 There is only one path and that is the path that you take, but you can take more than one path. Cross over the cell bars, find a new maze, make the maze from it's path, find the cell bars, cross over the bars, find a maze, make the maze from its path, eat the food, eat the path. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Eat the Path (Terminal 1)

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 My room is empty now, the men in the hallway are gone, replaced by the subtle odor of amonia destroying the bacterial rancidity of half eaten double helixes.  On a plate on a table facing me is a simple arangement of carrots and asparagus built up like a log cabin. A candle in the center of the round table is illuminating the edges of the cabin, a distant volcano throwing the light of nature.  Around the edges of the flame is the face of a woman who is talking to me about subjects that I should know all about.  For just a minute I think that the flame is a living metaphor for her soul, then I go back to thinking her one of the other manic statues, arms, legs, and mouths that move and mimic without purpose or understanding.  Hundreds of bacteria eating off the sidewalk, fighting for procreation.  I am disconcerted when I see her turning PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 the knife over in her hands, checking its weight and proportions, and I tell her so. Startled, she puts the knife back on the table to rest under the volcano which erupts in a flow of wax racing a torturous path onto the blade.  One pulse of wax is followed by another as she turns the conversation towards our relationship.  "Durability" is what she keeps saying.  The word 'durability' and our relationship. I reach over for the blade, and my fingers extend around the hilt.  Again I am impressed by a chill.  The wax comes off the blade with a simple scrape of my forefinger.  "Durability" I say in response. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I feel a nervous chill run down my spine as I look up from the knife.  My eye stops first on my plate, then on the wax pool which is solidifying around the edges, and finally on the face of this mysterious woman. She isn't trying too hard to look around the candle and neither am I.  The candle flame makes a perfect line between the center of both of our heads.  I laugh at the geometry of the moment, and thinking that I am laughing at her rhetorical comment she giggles in response. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Eat the Path (Terminal 2)

This message is found at the end of the less obvious path on this level. Eat the Path has two paths, one obvious and one less obvious.

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I'm getting sick of coming back to hangar ninety six, but there is no avoiding it.  This is what my existence needs.  My existence is the demise of many others' arms and legs.  The world is not a good place, nor is there innocence for me to hide in.  Seven hundred and sixty one pairs of eyes look around the room aimlessly, and mine join the crowd.  I see these bodies, massacred, immobile.  For all the carnage here, the stench of decay is non-existent.  I try to turn away.  The hangar spins but nothing moves, and my view is the same.  I look, but don't see any sanitation workers, for that matter, I haven't seen the guys in suits since they dissapeared from my hallway. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Next Level

Eat the Path (Terminal 3)

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I am getting nervous because her voice is carrying some emotional baggage with it, now.  "Ever since you bought me that chewing gum, on a lark, I've been in love with you." Sure, my response might have seemed a little cryptic, "If there is no justice, then how can the ends justify the means?  Take that wax, for example, (I've started to ramble on now just like on the subway, and she is looking at me with that same look of hostility, bordering on the old familiar meaningless uncommunicative scream) when the candle was lit, did it know that in the end it was going to burn down to nothing and disappear into the air?  You lit the candle to get the light from it.  Your end was to have my asparagus and carrot cabin lit by this light.  You used the candle as a means to obtain this.  Does the light justify the destruction of the PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 candle?  What is justification to a piece of wax?  Its the same as the justification that you've given me about this 'durability' and our relationship." PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Next Level

Eat the Path (Terminal 4)

This is the first of three secret terminals in a uniquely surreal environment.  A dream within a dream?

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 By this time, she had moved her face out of the line that the candle and the centers of our heads made, and she was looking down the aisle of a movie theater.  This is an odd fact because she never sits in the aisle seat when we go to the movies.  Her head falls to the other side, landing on my shoulder.  Her disinterest in the movie becomes apparent when she begins to discuss our relationship in a loud whisper. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I'm just as nice to my girl as the next guy, but I'm a little bored by now of all this talk, so I start to look around the theater without moving my shoulder too much.  The back of the head in front of me reminds me of the guy from the street, the one who made me miss the earlier show of this movie.  Only now, he's wearing a pair of sunglasses, and he's got his toupee back on. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I look behind me, and so it seems that the guy in front of me is the vanguard of sunglassed movie goers who all seem very interested in whispering and looking around.  They remind me of a field of black tulips flickering back and forth in a howling wind.  Their whispering picks up intensity, blurring out both their own speach and the voices in the film, until all at once my girlfriend mentions her ongoing rant-word 'durability'. "What is it with you and durability," the theater goes quite with the last sylable of the word. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Eat the Path (Terminal 5)

This is the second of three secret terminals in a uniquely surreal environment.  A dream within a dream?

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 Well, I'm a little bit nervious again; it's time to leave.  I'm sure that the movie isn't over.  Everyone in the room starts to mimic my behavior, all the suits reach for their stuff at the same time that I do.  Only my girlfriend seems unperturbed. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 I wonder how far this will go, so I reach under my seat, find a piece of gum, and drop it under my toungue.  Mind you that this gum was under the seat for countless generations of movie fans.  Sure enough, all these suits have done the same thing and are chewing on their own hardened bits of gum arabic.  I almost start to laugh when they all simulataneously hurl up their masticulons covering them almost immediately with their black vinyl shoes which as impossible as it would seem, flatten the ageless gum into smears which will never be removed from this already gum-smeared floor. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 It doesn't seem so funny, now, because I notice that the pattern that the gum makes on the floor is in the shape of the summer constellations, and that each suit sits on a pulsar pounding out its vibrant message across the lightyears and across the theater to my head: "Durability." I wish my girlfriend would know when to keep her mouth shut. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 The dialog in the movie seems unimportant, and I decide that its time to leave.  I tell her so, but she doesn't seem to hear me.  Her mouth is chomping wildly on some gum, and between masticulations, she begins to tell me again about 'durability'.  I lean back and slide my hand into my pocket, feeling for the knife. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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Eat the Path (Terminal 6)

This is the third of three secret terminals in a uniquely surreal environment.  A dream within a dream?

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UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 "Nice knife," repeats some snot nosed little brat. I look into his face, and he sniffles.  Those eyes look like a cat's eyes holding either universal understanding or nothing, whichever I decide.  Right now his eyes hold nothing.  We dance the double helix and make way for a sanitation worker pushing a wheeled bucket with his mop to the place where some other snot-nosed little brat recently used another brat's fist to exchange his running boogers for blood that spread in splatters and smudges over his hands and the floor. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 The bloody boy and his one-fisted compadre had already been removed for corrective discipline by one of the controllers, our life-long friends wearing sunglasses.  Here at school, they only seemed interested in bleeding noses, broken arms, measles, and sharp thrown objects.  Otherwise, they remained impassive statues with feet grown into the anaesceptic environment in which they stood, needing as little attention as a plain white column in an all white room. It seems odd to me now looking back at them, or looking at them again at any rate, that they only reacted to our feces, blood and agony.  Responsive only to distress, anger or misbehavior.  But this was explained to me that day, even though I didn't understand it until now. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

UESCTerm 802.11 (remote override) 05.10.2337 Am I surprised when the sanitation guy teaching that day turned his narrow slanted eyes in my direction and says what I've been hearing from the stars for years it seems, 'durability'.  He mentions discipline and art, discipline is that which lets us practice our art.   Durability of our abilities and disipline of our skills.  We must need learn how to reproduce what we do and how we do it.  He explains that the artist is more free to act when discipline has taught him his skills and limitations. PgUp/PgDn/Arrows to Scroll Return/Enter to Acknowledge

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