Forgotten Ground Regained
“Knot Loosener Memorial Disputation with Gas Giant,” by Cultivated Fortune, ca. 4,000,000 hours past
Michael Hessel-Mial
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Poet from the newly formed GreatChain of Seeking commemoratesa famed, long-deceased server work-er from the asteroids who fo-mented rebellion, seeing himas an example to follow.
ENTRY
Knot Loosener, we grieve that your life had an end,as we never grieve the deaths of those starborn Directorswhose faint star hoards all of history’s attentionlike the partage they store by the pains of our work.And as we observe your remains’ final orbit,clad in centrifuge scrap and motherboard casingto link your birthrock to the basis of your labors,we remember how you drew together hacker and dweller.I also grieve at those falsehoods that the starborn fashionedto terrify those who would take up your example,and by the song of the Chain, truth will be your champion,for the epithets we give you were earned by your fight:Rough-Hewn Weapon of all Workers and Unbound,Unknowing Prototype of People’s Resistance,but only one name is nearest our lipspraising you here—Hacker of the Archipelago.
Anyone whose purpose was as public as hiswill languish in the weight of accumulated legend,and anyone who lives by the law of Rolling Swarm—fixing one’s attention on the freeing of peopleto cultivate resistance to oppression in common—will be loved by the unbound and loathed by the starborn.Some query-tellings transmit a treacherous image:vigilante, orbitless, supporter of violence,corrupted, unwilling to compromise with others,hater of planetbound with prejudiced malice.Some even claim that he killed a whole moon,forced an all-mushroom diet on his fawning inner circle,stories meant to scare us, which anyone can spurn.But many query tellings inflate his miracles:infinitely strong despite the strickenness of bone,disassembled an array of fierce drones with a glance.We’ve all heard of Knot Loosener’s thousandweight loadwhich he lifted to the stars on an unsuited spacewalk,a story well-crafted to stir young hearts,But we lose his real meaning when we know only legends.To us unbound, that he offended his opponents is a joy,but we must carefully assess who he actually wasby looking to those unbound themselves for his legacy,those blasters of rock and binders of wire.
Our Prototype’s life needs no padding or legend;he was any other dweller who dared to fight for change.Knot Loosener was birthed to labor for the stations,and faced all the cruelties that contracts implied:Pain at the hand of the stationers’ pulse,bones deprived of gravity and constantly breaking,separation from his creche when punished by section.After the stations collapsed he was stranded, unaided,left to the mercy of airmarts and miscreantswho reimposed the contracts by counterfeit and force.For this hundred-hour youth with no future to be had,the incident that sparked a lifetime of strugglewas watching his other-elder beaten with wirefor overextended oxygen debits;The youth leaped up to vent that vile airmart into space,and now a fugitive, escaped to the famed floating serversof that system Gas Giant, so garishly named.Here was ready work among the wires as a hackerfor partage that exceeded the pittance he had madefixing up mirrors in the asteroid fields.Yet he found new injuries of fire and ice—soft-slags, sync errors, runaway spools—and new procedures for bosses to lower one’s partage,abuses too close to those of the contractswhich Our Rough-Hewn Weapon had recently escaped.Facing bias, for people believed that the dwellerswere much too weak for work in the wires,he disciplined his body, exceeded demands,where emerged the legend of his lifting and spacewalks.In the servers, there was readiness for hackers to rebel,but only Our Prototype would organize the fight,because his hardships as a dweller had honed his bright rage.When he lived with the dwellers, laying lightworks was his skill,and with the hackers he specialized in syncing the modules.But as an unbound, mindful of toil’s many modes,he could turn these divisions into mutual trust,so all stood together in stopping their labor,demanding more partage, better protocols for safety,and faced the drones and smallmechs whose force could not break them.Knot Loosener prevailed with his organizing powers,proposing no task that he would not take on himself,reaching the recalcitrant, inspiring resolve;so when the actions accelerated, all did their part.Forty-thousand hours, five thousand killed,and the Gas Giant strike ended in success,with heftier shares of partage for hackers,safety and rest, and new reasons for hope.Of greatest weight, the Rough-Hewn Weapon revealedthe common demand of driller and binderto pierce the hull of that black ship of partage,which by unbound toil measured terraforming’s value,and suggest its abolition, society’s rebirth,which the Chain of Seeking, champion of all,has made manifest in the million hours since.So thin is the tale of the thousand-weight loadwhen learning the truth that such a life teaches!
Only after death can we judge a life’s deeds,full of richness and change and righteous fury.Soon after victory, by suspect cause,he would die in a centrifuge, its circuit malfunctionexceeding in force that weight-worn frame;Alas, he still died of that dweller afflictionhis comrades at last were more cognizant of.In this vacuum, as the movement meandered along,came time to discuss and critique his doings,including the mistakes all acknowledge he made.We can freely ignore the most disturbing falsehoods—killer of creches, kidnapper of conductors,destroyer of moons, debauched eater of fungus—old anti-dweller prejudice planted by the stations.One charge by his critics, nonetheless, is well-clad,that the leadership of others meant little to him;Yes, much of his might was in his solitary mass,for his person held the slack of other’s strength, to a fault,despite movements being stronger when many voices lead.Another story needs scrutiny, though spurious in form,that he wished to press the planetbound to live in the asteroids,so dwellers could keep their domicile worlds.While mostly a paranoid fear of losing privilege,it reflects Knot Loosener’s limited concernfor the planetbound’s role in this movement of people.Yes, this group had their comforts they selfishly clung to—free air, lush biospheres easily accessed—but not all of them dismissed the demands of the unbound,and also toiled for their partage under terror of its loss.Knot Loosener, bitter from anti-dweller bias,could never fully trust that more comfortable class.The last criticism, only heard from Rolling Swarm cadres,for they alone reach these most radical questions,says Our Prototype couldn’t grasp the goals of conductors,double-burdened by work and watching their children;their calls for distributing care of the crechesand free schools as condition for ending the strike,were roundly dismissed by his group’s highest ranks.Knot Loosener, blind to oppression of the natures,Would not treat with our tenderest ministers of life,and thus allowed the starborn to steal that labor.Our Prototype, who bound two classes in pridecouldn’t find the same basis to build other ties.Every error has one foot in the past, one in the future;only people and time can determine their proportion.
Knot Loosener, never will your name be forgotten!Your great head, once reviled, has held the universe,your frail limbs have helped us learn the pain of many,and your many-sectioned labors are a meta-algorithmteaching us the bonds we all share in our toil.We are reminded when we see where your remains are interred,tethered to that moon where you made your miracles.like the Great Chain of Seeking, unbound’s guarantor,you brought the struggle to a leap that light can’t outpace;From Fossil Ancestor to Flattering the Heavens,From Sleeping Drone to Dew-from-the-Harvest,Every world greets the Rolling Swarm with welcome,as the starborn regimes steer into collapse,and as their weapons—drones and mecha—waver and failand as that black ship of partage passes out of timeinto the graveyard orbit of every oppressor,we unbound will lift that thousandweight loadto build up the future that beckons so closely,and know it can be done, for Knot Loosener did it,the gift of one dweller from the Gas Giant servers.
USER-ADDED RECORD, ADMIN ACCESS ONLY:
As the Great Chain of Seeking consolidates its revolution, the situation still remains fluid to outsiders. To understand how poetry fits into the Chain’s political vision, I quote directly from the Director of Observation and Transmission, Former Clear Extent Systems branch: “Chain leaders have remade these planets’ literary culture in just a few hundred thousand hours. With the Clear Extent poets having fled to Community of Improvement, the literary ranks have been replaced with a tenfold number of relative unknowns. A culture of debate in verse shows widespread and enthusiastic participation. Even dwellers and drivers write! The subjects are rigidly political, with tributes to historical rebel types, and the form is almost exclusively alliterative. I confess I find some of these works of considerable interest.” Given the fluid intelligence situation, and apparent enthusiasm for the regime, we should await further observation before acting. Nonetheless, we will have to implement narrative_mitigation to prevent these ideas from breaking containment and disrupting the unbound on our home planets.
--Conductors of the Records, Prudent Era.
USER-ADDED RECORD, GENERAL ACCESS:
The recent opening up of the Great Chain of Seeking, at long last, now affords us broader access to their verse culture. The Chain’s early years sanctioned only doctrinaire works such as this one, at the expense of the former Clear Extent regime’s rich poetry tradition of mirroring syntax and novel compounds. Knot Loosener was something of a folk legend in the early hours of hacker labor in the orbital servers, millions of hours ago on our own planet. The actual figure gained notoriety for uprisings that led to the disruption of millions of hours of labor and trillions of tons of shipping. After Gas Giant was liberated to the stewardship of the Covenant of Cycles, Knot Loosener’s orbiting funerary vault would end up subject to vandalism and destruction.
--Conductor of the Records, Clever Era.
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