Watching Leaves Turn From Green To Black.

Time in the jungle was not experienced as it was by humans on Earth; M observed from his bamboo cage, men and women being born and accelerating through life to be buried of old age in the space of a day. Whilst other human avatars seemed to enjoy eternal youth. He noticed in himself an increase in physical strength and mental clarity. Almost a feeling of endlessly becoming a new being now, since his Bardo experience where he died and passed over into the game.

M was now alone with the insects and creatures of the green canopy preying on one another in the hope of finding food or sexual release. He observed their habits and saw that the matrix here represented a hierarchy the same as any he had experienced back in the world. In the morning light he saw a large spotted cat, maybe a jaguar stalk and pounce upon a feral pig. The cat lowered her body into the long grass then jumped on the snuffling hog, sinking her large fangs into the nape of the animals neck. The pig screamed like a fire alarm from the primal source of desperation and fear. The hog then went limp and during the struggle the cat took his head clean off and seemed to instinctively search for the rush of the pigs spurting blood, a spurt that never came. After a short period of measured time M could see that all traces of the animals violence had dissolved back into the void that seemed to lay just behind the surface of all things here.

M meditated from within his cage and as he felt the Universe of his creator and now his designer send new found strength to his arms he reached out and snapped open the bamboo bars as if they were plastic drinking straws and he was some angry Kong seeking freedom. He sprinted across the compound and was soon swallowed up by the eternal green of the treeline. He just kept running, seeking the path of least resistance where he could in amongst the foliage of the trees branches and the hanging vines. He felt no fear just a strange exhilaration pumping from his chest where his heart used to be. Sweat coursed down his forehead and he could taste the salty tang of his human juices much like anytime before. Was he alive? Had the dream folded in on itself to allow him to live and breath once more? He certainly had all the attributes of a living person in this kind of environment; sweat, bad breath, everything, then he saw the city and realized that he was no longer on any planet he may have been familiar with.

Up ahead thousands of drones buzzed like industrious bees at a hive. They were coming and going through cracks in a huge stone Buddha covered in parts by green moss. The Buddha sat maybe a hundred feet high. The trees were non existent here and M could see at the centre of the black swarm of drones the seated body of K.

It was as if fireflies danced above K's shaven head. As each speck of light left the crown of his head it was devoured by a drone which immediately flew away high into the blue of the sky. This was happening a thousand times a second now until the blur had to be slowed down with M's new machine born eyesight. He watched in slow motion as the drone.swarms relentlessly fed at the light source which was K! He released control of his eyesight and the amount of drones in the sky made the blue above his head an eclipse of black buzzing machine life.

Then all the black of the feeding drones seemed to be funneled out of sight by what looked like a door or portal in the heavens high above. It was as if an enormous oil slick had been swallowed by a mouth the size of a pea, leaving just the jungles familiar noises and a new found peace and tranquility as K appeared to stretch out on the ancient stones and sink into sleep.