BEg2 an unfortunate redirect of the Eric connection

Michael Bailey michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com
Mon Mar 28 07:47:23 UTC 2022


>From Chapter 8:

(Reg)
“Maybe I should be finalizing travel plans, like, far, far away. Eric
needless to say keeps getting more spooked the further into this he goes.
Insists now on rendezvousing down in the Deep Web instead of in the subway,
and frankly I’m a little reluctant.”


(Maxine)      “What’s to be reluctant about?”

         “Were you ever down there?”

         “Not long ago. Seems like a nice secure place to meet.”

         “You’re so comfortable with it, maybe you should be the one to go
down there and talk to Eric. Cut out the middleman here.”


         “Maybe, long as you don’t mind.” Is she thinking about hawalas,
hashslingrz, even Reg’s personal safety, actually no, it’s that
deco-derivative shuttle terminal of Lucas and Justin’s that might or might
not get her access to DeepArcher. Whatever that turns out to be. She isn’t
quite ready to admit it, but she’s already entertaining the first draft of
a fantasy in which Eric, sherpa of the Deep Web, faithful and maybe even
cute, helps her find her way
through the maze. Nancy fuckin Drew, here.




So she wants to meet up with Eric, and the mystery she wants to solve is
“how to navigate the fantastic landscape of DeepArcher.”

She has sat with the, like, authors of it but maybe she’s right in wanting
Eric’s guidance, as Lucas and Justin may be too close to it to really give
her the help she needs.

However, as we are to learn in Chapter 22, by the time Maxine gets Eric’s
guidance, he proves to be more of a Virgil showing her around
military-paranoid-time-travel Hell than a Beatrice vade-her-cumming thru
the celestial planes of DeepArcher.

Objective correlative-wise, it’s like DeepArcher is the coolness the
artistic contingent is always creating, and the Colonel’s bailiwick is the
yuck that the ethos of militarism is always causing/dealing with.


(Gratuitous Editorial)
I mean, we can’t “get rid” of the military industrialists, that’s the kind
of thing they do & it’s why the fruits of their labors suck…the only hope
is to create such coolness as to draw them in & they will voluntarily beat
their swords into plowshares.


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