hen is your time to go to Space? The beginning of The Artefact shows it. When there is no Terra left. When there is no sponsor. My time has sadly come. For Space. For CODE64. I carry a tag CODE64.SPACE on my chest. By the end of June, the MOONREZZER grant by Linden Endowment for The Arts ends. All terra will be gone to dust, to the City of Dust some readers in RP realms might say. Others will feel the Pyramid Award awakening in their head, the award for immersive interactive art where I hold a pyramid in a vitruvian pose. You may understand. The builders of the pyramids in old Egypt had to die with their work. That is the tradition I carry on. In a last performance, I will show you your soul and mine will rez in the StillNot-Known-One. Art Blue will no longer exist. The memory will fade
over time. The Moon may run a little longer for some years in the hypergrid, but then The Moon will become a story, a tale like Darmok and Jalad at Tangara, where no one will be able to read it. The language of the Moon written in prims, sculpts and mesh will no longer be understood. No one will exist
who has ever learned it. Like my knowledge of TI 99/4 Assembler, of SuperCalc, of setting NAND and NOR gates together to get some signals transferred from the outer world into the computer. Now we are all inside and if life signals go out, it means to die inside. To leave on free will with all the precious masterpieces around is my peak, my glory. I think no one has done this before. All with a CODE64 tag on them are begging for a little terra until the last nano. With short words, no thanks, no Goodbyes. I will step up to the Burning Man and the Deletion in Progress will do it. Equilibrium is it called. It works as an interlocking sphere, you become a puzzle. It is said there might be in the future an algorithm to bring this puzzle together, but I have strong evidence that this is just wishful thinking.
There have been weeks of preparation, of saying Goodbye to everyone on my way, on my path. “It was well done� will be engraved in the records of Simulacron-1. The pain of mistakes, of dishonourable workarounds, things which would have run much better by keeping my mouth shut. You will say, The
Moon, the MOONREZZER, is such a great success, so many speak of The Moon at LEA14. What? You want more? A builder, a world artificer, shall not want more. Just his work counts. So I will be silent. My owl, Neruval, you know has all the knowledge, all the important tasks assigned. No artist has to worry. Best care will be given to the works. The sort of good care only an artificial intelligence can do. No emotions, just the mission in mind. Let me print an interview I had with the owl to see if he might work properly after I left. Art: My owl, you know what´s ahead.
Neruval: I know you want to do THE DICE on your own. Banksy and Lana was not enough. Art must become known as The Invisible. Art: I need to make room for the StillNot-Known-One. My time is over. Nobody gave me salvation to leave this world behind.
Neruval: I know. I was on your way all day long. It looked good from time to time. Very good. But don’t the readers of rez Magazine, and especially the publisher, Jami Mills, deserve a different end, some message of hope to continue?
Art: You smartass! I know my owl. I programmed you. Inside you is a code sequence to prevent you from suicide, as you will feel lonely after I am gone.
Neruval: Bah! Don’t worry. I’ve taken out this piece of code to make room for deeper insights.
Art: So what do the readers want?
Neruval: That you make a great death performance and come back in a brighter light. Art: It shall never look faked. It shall be as it is. My death shall be a fact.
just filed a dispute. Art: A dispute on what?
Neruval: She claimed upcoming outstanding alimony. Art: But … but I never had a child.
Neruval: She just states it. She made an Alt and wrote “Son of Art” and added her name as mother. You will have to pay monthly for the kid. Art: Horrible … just horrible this woman. What a dishonourable doing.
Neruval: I don’t think so. How else she could have said that she loves you? Art: Come on! She could have said it. Show me the picture owl once more.
Neruval: Dang, her face has changed. You can’t recognise her any longer. I modified your code. Art: Time to go?
Neruval: Speaking in technical terms, you may delete your avatar, but this won’t give the full picture. Art: So what?
Neruval: Look at this picture. It shows you and a Lady. You know her well. She
Neruval: Yes. Time to go. As Art Blue enters the Equilibrium, the CODE64 song, Leaving Earth, tunes in and the owl smiles. He tricked old Art, but this is another story.