in the dream

'the array' was a system of luminous oozing brain columns set into a biomorphed cube of tufa which housed the custom support organs, the bacterial cadres, the interface, and various mechanical elements to aid in maintenance, and all of it was housed in a doric temple set in a weedy p'lazzo in a forgotten niche of the megacity.

sometimes through binoculars across the plaza pyorta had seen them hosing off one of the columns or detaching a mutant horseshoe-batfishcrab foetus from a brain column which she thought looked like a nuclear pile rod lighting the interior of the temple. she had a bootleg 'prayer kit' which was nothing more than a two-way radio that was especially tuned to the frequency of the interface surface of the nanites that lined the tufa brain-column sockets. the old array may have been senile because whenever pyorta asked it questions it usually gave only nonsense in return. for instance if pyorta said, "why are we here?" the array might say something like 'a wingless pegasus mole must burrow in the solar bud door, but the ugly fierce has gimped the frame plan.'

for a long time pyorta had no idea what to think about any of the terms of answers like these until she came across a file doing net archaeology one day called 'failed proposition states for ontological contact with the tiered gravity singularity in the near galactic center: projecting prionic language curses as mismatched quantum signatures.' it mentioned something called 'the pegasus missions' which were somehow the origin of both the recent expansion of human consciousness and its madness leading to its current totally degraded state. the ruling class of humans at some point had become vile cannibal vampire-like creatures (kurus) because of a protein altering disease. the disease was transmitted through their verbal language.

pyorta had downloaded the mission parameters
and taken them back to her brainfish aquariums
for analysis.