Face to Face
The metallic giant gave off a subtle and an eerie serpentine effusiveness reflecting off its body from the incandescent light bath which was spilling randomly from across the buildings lining both sides of the dark street. The yellowish glow from the lights, piercing and amputating small patches here and there of the darkness which was increasing more and more with the gradual progression of the night.
As it stood there, tall and imposing with that hypnotic metallic silence, it’s lifeless essence seemed like a potent gneissose banding embedded within the fluidity and ethereal folds of the dark. It gave off an impression of a localised omnipresence within that enclosed space shuttered on both sides of the street by the tall buildings.
Its presence was an imposed contradiction, an ungainly shape completely out of place within the organic order and a dissonance to the vibrant fluidity and the plasticity of the night’s forms and silhouettes, which the eyes could still clearly pick out. It seemed to have established an accepted metal order and a superseding law of its own which all coming to it, must obey.
The witness, watched and wondered, noting the boldness of its pyrrhic posture amidst the faint forms and outline of those sparse trees whose leaves hung so silently in a reposing posture across the streets. That thing as it were, wasn’t a solitary rock outcrop arising from the earth, neither was it any of the stone or concrete buildings populating the area; rather it was a strange protruding contraption, an alien impostor with the semblance of a stomach with a tentacle-like fusion of a neck and an arm, standing eerily in the silent night. A hominid idea reality constructed and designed pretty much in the likeness of an ant, with borrowed design elements from a spider, the sideways movement of a crab, the burrowing prowess of a pangolin and the dexterous neck movements of a giraffe, but an amplified metallic imitation, a caricature which if seen for the very first time evokes the abysmal.
Within that universe of suspended time, between witness and metal ant, the body of instincts had extruded out of the deep folds of time, cultivated intelligence gathered via experiences on the infinite fields of creation when such things were none existent. These were erupting in a spectacular manner and piercing the surface layers of the contemporary mind, signally via the bodies of feelings and other sensing dimensions, that this thing was not a trustworthy entity. It’s unfamiliar profusion of metal and rubber parts all cobbled together to mimic a hybridised adaptive insect-like form was the rejection signature, continually triggering all the alarm bells.
It was there in its lifeless form, silent and also still as the darkness around itself. It’s long neck arching upwards like the neck of a giraffe, stretching all the way back down into the earth and ending with a pincer like mouth. A metallic proboscis with which it uses to tear apart the Earth. Devoid of a consciousness of its own, a human being must operate and animate it to do its thing. This ant like contraption then comes alive, eating and guzzling the distilled energies from frozen or dried sun, stored as energy within that black oily liquid which wells up from the belly of the Earth.
He who at that moment was the witness watch silently with different lines of inquiry formulating within. What was the historical genealogy of this thing? How was the evolution of its form? The thinker pondered.
Of course, thought, receiving its signals from the ancient alarm bells and knowledge circuitries, dug deep to consult its archives. In a flash of recollection, associative thought and inductive inferences, the development and evolution of this thing became crystal clear. This strange metal monster did not start out in this way, it dated back to the ancient plains of Mesopotamia when the wheel was first discovered.
It was a slow and tedious process with the invention of the wheel, something which you do not find in nature. That eponymous and revolutionary moment when the turning wheel was discovered had ushered in a spectacular manner the genesis and inevitable unfolding of more discoveries. We learnt that, mechanical energy could be harnessed and converted to different types of energies. That initial breakthrough would subsequently lead to the discovery of electrical and other forms of energies. That was the gateway, the harbinger of almost all the other multiple materialised idea objects we see today. Objects and ideas that have become ubiquitous and almost overpowering the established organic order of things on the planet.
As the witness watch silently, another impression came flooding in simultaneously, of another insect like mechanical ant with multiple spidery arms which had recently flown to a distant planet. This metal insect, riding on a flaming cylinder had flown all the way to Mars and was shown roaming on the surface of the red planet, whilst streaming back to Earth, live images from the red planet. Finally man was using thought from a remote distance of millions of miles without any material connectivity to control a materialised entity of his/her idea and roaming the universes of the visible and non visible things.
Dark metal bristled and gleamed in the pitch darkness, it’s silhouette giving off that strange impression of desolation and man’s declaration of independence from everything. Those silent trees which lined the streets were somehow giving off a calming and welcoming atmosphere with that mysterious ancient language of the universes.
We were here, in the middle of an epoch of the anthropocene, an epoch which seems to pitched man, the created sentient being versus the entire universes of all things. Man the conqueror with his/her brittle machines.
No one seems to know how it all begun and to where it will lead us to. Nga’yah oooh..! Nga’yah oooh..! That unconscious mind kept muttering once more.