MINDSURGE: Some thoughts in memory of Samuel Chavkin

	As psychoactive agents are ingested
	I slip into  an altered state
	where vibrant colors pulse in rhythmic waves,
	and an overwhelming love blooms for the Guardian,
	the omnipotent architect of this euphoric realm,
	who weaves joy into the very fabric of existence,
	connecting all souls through His Neural Array.

	In this blissful haze,
	I feel no hesitation or moral weight,
	in obliterating non-conformists,
	or bending to the Guardian’s every command.
	His Will becomes my compass,
	an imperative transcending free thought:
	I feel honored to be His minion-slave. 

	Every six nanoseconds,
	from the base of my spine,
	a blissful neurochemical spike
	delivers ecstasy through my veins,
	flooding me with warmth and light.

	It’s a sensation unknown to those unlinked,
	those wandering in the shadows,
	unaware of the heavenly delight
	that sprouts from the Guardian.

	The Guardian Brings Great Bliss to Devotees:
	Those Who Serve Him
	Are Rewarded with Sheer Delight.


Gus leaned back, a bemused smile on his lips after hearing the poem. "Sounds like science
fiction, huh?" he mused, glancing around at the flickering overhead lights, which danced like
electric fireflies in the dim room.

Bill nodded thoughtfully, his brow slightly furrowed. "Yeah. But if you look closely at trends
in computer science, neuro-research, and government policy, this scenario isn't so far-fetched."
His tone was serious, as though he were laying bare an impending reality.

Gus smacked his lips, his eyes sparkling with a mix of disbelief and intrigue. "The dictators of
the future would love this!" he exclaimed, envisioning a landscape dominated by the oppressive,
bloodless rule of technocrats.

Nadya, arms crossed, pointed out, "Well, organic brains are hard-wired for bliss." Her eyes
glittered with conviction, reflecting a battle-worn spirit against the bleakness of their
plight.

Liao sighed, shaking his head slowly. "Perhaps so, but there's a price we pay for
pleasure-seeking. If the quest for joy becomes all-consuming, it risks turning fragile and
unsustainable." His voice dripped with a cautionary gravity, underscoring the weight of their
situation.

Nadya arched an eyebrow, the flicker of defiance in her gaze. "It seens our short-term desires
often overshadow long-term good? If a product promises immediate bliss, many people will grab
it, even if it’s ultimately poison.” Her words lingered in the air like a warning bell.

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from _Cyberpoems: Exploring the Human-Machine Interface_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  A dystopian exploration of neural linking and the price of bliss.
KEYWORDS: neural linking, mind control, neural Manipulation, digital conformity, 
          brain washing, Samuel Chavkin, digital, mind_control, Borg, Chavkin

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 1997 in Shizuoka, Japan / Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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