arabesques of the overtomorrow

Plaintive emissions of muons signalled the end of the empire: forewithal the mesoscale apportionments made by the royal diphthongwrights were etched in silicon and carried by specially trained couriers from the palaces and the royal scientific laboratories to the dirty bazaars of the the land, in these all the collected knowledge, at the instruction of the cadre of royal advisors and the princess regent, were smuggled with great alacrity into the heaving underbelly of the commonweal. Even though the empire had fallen and the defenestrations, malfeasances, and degredations were going to continue unabated, the royal datapools had been ingeniously transferred to the public's seething hippocampus. Looters and other nogoodniks of various degrees of brokenness smashed the ornate crystalline chandeliers as the royal advisers and the princess regent transferred their consciousnesses from their biological bodies into the tertiary brains of the Pleurg creatures that lives under the castle: the transcerebrephrenization is one way: their biological bodies were left as inactive husks, much to the ire of the barbarian revolutionaries who would have taken great pleasure in their violent deaths. The Pleurg creatures then began their migration to the Yoveal caves, where the royal cadre and the princess regent would be able to get new bodies made out of Vlurfked engineered composite quantum foam: that might take ten or twenty years or so of travel, but it would ensure that on their return to the fallen empire they would be able to weave a new and sensible government amidst the chaos, or at least, if a sensible government emerged despite the depravity of the barbarians, that they would be able to continue their researches on the fundaments of meaning in something as well equipped as the royal laboratories later.

Ulyghow Varvarus swung the sledgehammer into the rococo sculpture. Mathematics? What tripe, he thought. A conquerable people to be conquered. Just another one of them, all in a day's work. One of the barely perceptible Pleurg creatures, housing the consciousness of the Royal Cultural Anthropographer, in its tertiary brain, caught Ulyghow's eye for three sevenths of a millisecond, and in that time Varvarus had the distinct impression that his graves, such as they weren't, had not merely been walked over, but burnt to nuclear ash.