ARC / WATE – W. G. Lloyd

September 9, 2026

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He woke. Flat. Earth. New. Ground and light. Early.

Sheek sheen blud calling you up Dog-G, where you been
Like Hell
I’m Hot

I don’t live. I don’t lve here. Mum. Mum. I don’t live here. I don’t Ive here anymore. You said

Where you been Man-Dog
Call him up on Z-Meter
He’s hot into the Redlight, smokes through it, old Man G. I said where you been and he said Pepsicola so I slide onto the hyke-lane all gaulled up and smack
General Ehrenreich is back in business and I’m all shook. Whoosh

Baby, don’t… don’t… baby don’t lie

Don’t stop baby bab abb abyybyy

Through the hyke-lane on GadStream, back to General’s office. Sharing blueprints and battle plans. Touring in silence the haul-lanes of downstrieck, holding Mina’s hand. Lakshmi in gold

Have you Got the Money
Have you got the FUckING monEY

ZWEFT
SHAM
The chargings through the hyke-lanes

I was a NoFutie, babe
I was cool.
Now I’m an amnesiac.

They go SKEEM and RAMM through the hollowed hyke-lane a wormpit
And she waits for them her womb Shakti hovering in the Trance
Its been so long since Ive seen the Trance babe, do you remember it
When you were a kid
Did you come here ah
Me too
Me neither

Lakshmi in gold on Hab093 and Shakti up in the Trance grid . Ive got my lover. So What Do I Care.. yeah
So What?

On Green Dolphin Street they twirl they asses Tricks and Bugis Boogie . You know what… I Don’t Care.
Ive got my love. Lakshmi pyari . Sundara… Sun

Abb bbaby abby bbdba bby

Bbabe
babe

Sometimes I’ll go back to 2026.
I go to Sunderland.
What the hell. You get eternal life and you spend it going back to your twenties over and over again in a simulation.
Yeah.
… Yeah.
RAMM
SWEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFZ

These R arc / wate synergs. Bruv. Easy mate. Just put em in a pile yeah. Like dis then… light it. Then you’re in. Better innit. Ey…
Thirty bones. Thassit
I know I sed I sed
Look Gav jus
I know I know
Fuck man…

I cant wait for us to get married
We can do this all the time
everyday

Her legs were mechanical she had tan skin and a wide face and the earth shook when she sped along the narrow lanes in the glower of the flats and the bells whistled and the rattles roared when she sped past her curls bobbed and shook in the horizontal rain the ether chill she drove her arms pendulums a locomotive determined and grinning her ankles precise and her calves toughened her quads thick and enough tilt to tear the grass with her spikes and Amy’s eyes were black and her hair brown and her eyebrows orthogonal and her ass was tight and when she grinned the whites of her teeth gleamed alienlike in the hollow daytime and I imagined, just a child, what it would be like if she ran and ran beyond the span of the race repeating and repeating that course through the trees and over the stream and in the open places as the moonlight came and the ammonia light turned on and the bedrooms and the kitchens of the three highrises winked over the fields and the smell of hash and beer rose and fell like a wave as she charged on through the litter under the metallic sky and the black of her eyes grew with hunger like a vamp’s and swallowed up the white And Amy’s eyes were black and her ass was tight and her whole body was an engine revolving

<CAST-SIML END>

Arc/wate. Youve got to try
I HAVE tried. what dyou think Ive been doing the past month.
I though you had a job.
ah hah,… ah hhah haha….HAHAHA hahhahAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

Crash…
that’s my name
And why.
What do you think
Huh

You cant keep on dreaming big man.
Youre lost. Lost to it. Just like my old dad
Crash saw through El Dora to the JarJar in the Bar, a souciant look
Are you listening to me?
The JarJar took coins and flipped them ace-sharp, and winked at the Party girls. It’s a long way to the bottom, El Dora said
You’re nowhere near. So don’t give up yet. Crash.
Crash?
The Party girls laughed at JarJar’s joke.
She had black eyes, the tallest one. Crash got up
Memory
O memories…

drinking in the Redoubt and the ZWAMS of passing crawlers
a hovering restro. Lays in Pink. Images and memories. Memories of Amy. The girls Gurkhalike- she croons at moonlight. She winds diagonal. 

Memories of walking in the storm unchallenged, her boots are enough to swim in the puddles. She will walk home alone. She is small but towers
/ My guts hurt to think of this lonely life. Where it ends is in the Redoubt the hanging bar. Buddha’s Grin /

Got to give it up… just…
Devi…
Yeah.
You look like someone I used to know.
When?
2026.

All across the DuScape there humsthe Structure. 
The vast red cape of the bahuns crawled around a corner
A young athlete bore through the air on the walkway. Lahure!
The night held his head in a vice.

Lahure! Lahure!
LAURE
LAURE!

2026?
Long time ago.
Yeah. Hey JAR
The cascade of coins on the marble bar
Another Gorkha Please

Bbaby bbby bby
Ohhh

I ran away with Devi. Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat. Live in the present. You get what you buy. The sparking lights were orbs fast fade, Timelapsed. The night is still young. I was hazed on a Red Gorkha. She was cascading through a Mad Honey trip. She was a Limbu Dame. A horror of grinning amid cheeks higher than the hills. Don’t Lose. The moon was swallowing. The second moon was opening. I chased her across the scrawled lines of the DuScape networked like a neural collapse. I held her hand. The Craze was chasing in lockedup bars, raves, there wasnt a choking moment. The droid DJ leapt, into the ceiling, a synth chandeliers, firelights and flies. All I wanna do is…. ALL I WANNA DO IS… ALL I WANNA DO IS…
CRash!
Crash!
In Devi’s mouth, my name, like a bomb. It rains on us
ALL I WANNA DO IS
DESTROY
/

This whole world. This whole model is Done. Trust me Jav. Take this eh. It’s a great book. You’ll love it.
I read it in the firelamps.
It swirled the resting camps. I was dreaming in it like an old kid
Fourth World Rising
And then I gave it away. I gave it to Cash. And his new girlfriend.

THE SiGNAL

When we gave earth over to the Swallower LLMs, that was the beginning. When we made the habs run on Echo Learning, that was the middle. And when the Swallower LLMs entered the habnet, that was almost the end. But General Ehrenreich stopped it.
And so What
So… everyone loves General Ehrenreich.
And…
Meaning no one cares about Earth anymore.
Meaning
Meaning your memories are warnings. When I gave you the ARC – WATE I was giving you the signal.
Jav…
It’s all gonna burn now, Cash.
It’s gonna burn up and Lakshmi’s gonna laugh like an old maid
Do you wanna be with Devi forever
and Amy?
Get it all back, get it forever?
Sunderland?
Hash?

I have nothing to say to you.

The coat wept black a crow a blackout of birds a swarm an exit
Redoubt gone EXT
cone-rows-water : waves of RAMbikes under midnight.
Fuck off Jav . I’m calling Devi.
Downward pelting rushed water vending through the traps, an arche-vale, turtlings skimmer and cast, eat, eat
I’m going to fix all of this Cash said in the black bucketing , eyes drenching,
I’m going to clean this place up.

I dont know… what if Ms. Lara joins us…
that’s weird I mean… she’s my mmom
bby
Boudicca
b b b y

The waveworld feeds me, thought the conapt. The lines the hovlanes draw, the information, a network for knowing. directionless the cars zoom in a criscross of argument. In the morning, in the afternoon and at night between bars and banks and temples, Passing old women with bikes. Processions, funerals. Ethnic rights demonstrations. Every karyakram. Brahmin revellers dancing in the back of pickup trucks conducted by droid DJs. The march of the Sadhu and his followers. The taxis and the RAMbykes range over the Du-strobe every flat part of it until the foothills stop them. Above them the thick sky of zeppelins and hovs. The sprawl has built itself up to the edge. The gardens have vanished. Now only the houseplants and the vines and the hanging corn. The mist of a gone time. In Kathmandu only buildings think (some of us). Control the air and the temperature inside us. We make coffee. Sometimes we talk. The people here don’t think. I watch the city, I analyse. A scientist… It means something to me.
The lines the hovlanes draw the information, a network for knowing.
And me the knower
What portends dreadnight
What waiting paradigm.
Some still want the King’s return.
Fools.
I am King.

DEVI
the port buzzed animated.
What Dreaming and Waiting until the time comes DEVI
She picks up and she’s hot, agitating, she’s ready. I’m ready. We meet in a kind of Conspire Alley, clink bottles, lovers to killers. She’s read Fourth World Rising. We know the drill and the way. We are like businessPeople. Me and her, we’re like MoneyPeople. We’re like entrepeneurs. We’re entrepreneurs of destruction ! Take it ! Take my hand ! Devi !

wHEN we’re married. . .
we can do this a l l th e e t i i m e
I’m telling you

we ran I chased her unburdened down the gleaming escalators in the opposite direction chased by the flutes of the interior light and laughing at tourists in the straight quarter 
the last days of the new men 
Good bye Old Hab 
Good bye New Earth
She and I have a bomb. A time b o m b !

Boudicca was clever, amber shield, strong shoulders, broad hips. She met us in acre, ausch-wax patina, smiling from the East to heaven, fortune tellers’ hands, clutching sword and pearl, a red beauty, my Devi’s lead. We held her hands in the minor halla shine the filtering
And she explained everything
Goodnight General Ehrenreich

If you want to wear pink you can wear pink in General Ehrenreich’s hab. If you want to wear blue you can wear blue. But only because the under-men on the home planet run the Systema base of the Echo Learning models . They need a base in the earth and the eyes. In the silt
Devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi devi

We’re going to blow it all up
And then when we’re married… .
Devi devi devi devi shakti devi devi shakti devi devi
Mahila

Sunima watched a Rara Instant Noodles packet judder in thecurrent and a wire
The boy told her that his name was Bhim
. The vast red cape of the bahuns crawled around a corner onto Jorpati

Mom please
B b bb
Bbyby

Amy’s hair was black. When it rippled through the Sentaura Gates the RAMclouds scattered like terror shoal . They ducked all the Javs and the Jars and they laughed some of them proud of the Fourth World rising. the crashlit sped erupting a famed autumn of firecrackers and raining blood in the sky onto the rectangular hab and the hab-nots on the home-world saw a spark in the black rhyming way up above and and and what we wan
t
And Amy’s hair was black like the fires. Her body was pistons like
the unturning, spinning, like the firecrackers. her tan skin her body her raging curls were like the helix bomblight . The night fires swung , opened every bar. Emptied the offices, the Jagadamba hirises, and Amy’s irises were black, and her pupils were black, uncool and hot, and her ass was tight like the bending . And the unturning . And me and Devi. We were black like Amy. We were black like Boudicca. And Amy’s heels were sharp enough to tear the grass and it tore the districts from the Zed Map like the tubes that were like her limbs that swung and tore off the godHinges in the skimmertracks, that delinked and koomed into the net-roads 0 and her lungs were like the Swallower AI losing themselves in the blasting and the rucking of the platforms was like her legs juddering the planet when she tore repeated round the lanes of the park under the shine of the hi-rises and her breasts were strong like the unturning that brought the towers crashing and the roads ripped like her vest when she ran against her flesh into the hashsmoke night for hours and hours and please Bby another Gorkha.
another Gorkha. One more time.
One more Gorkha babe
Amy’s hair was black like the cape of the void that swallowed the Swallower LLMs and the world of the habs and Amy’s body tore mechanical and she smelled of lavender vape and Devi was lavender which was the last smell that Crash smelt when the tearing and Amy’s teeth were white like the white rainbows flying from the stormrent icon-masts and the burn hacked avatara

Laughed Jav . ARC- WATE purveyor. Gone Hab.

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