SHOTD - Space Haiku Of The Day

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2010-09-25T09:56:00.006-04:00

my muscles all ache
from the pull of gravity
during the landing

my return from space
met with radio silence
the cities are dead

Dance Master

2010-05-14T11:09:00.000-04:00

A Glorious Dawn

2009-09-27T15:21:00.001-04:00

The Nauplii of Enceladus

2009-09-19T15:16:00.004-04:00

beneath the ice sheets
weird nematodes luminesce
around the core vents

there is a peaceful
slowness in the benthic zone
deep with the tube worms

the hyperbenthos
of Enceladus digest
anything they can

The bugs in the forest where I live

2009-09-18T21:28:00.005-04:00

these queer beasts look quite
like Malaysian Jungle Nymphs
though they speak English

Rainbow-Faced Bloodflies
hover, detecting my breath
as I sit cross-legged

among the Daypods
and sap covered Trees, there is
a melodic hum

a chorus of deep
and forceful buzzing, as the
Leaftigers seek mates

The Eternal Flesh

2009-09-14T22:34:00.010-04:00

the man with the card
which read "Eternal Flesh, Inc"
said she'd be the same

my replacement wife
nuzzles my neck like she used
to, before she died

the clear, eternal
flesh of my replacement wife
will never wrinkle

her belly hums with
wires, where before it would growl
where I laid my head

this beautiful girl
is an image or echo
of the truth she was

They never understood

2009-06-12T22:04:00.003-04:00

The bots never got
imitative counterpoint
or our love of gems

Katushi Bowda

2008-12-08T23:02:00.001-05:00

The Fairbanks Oracle

2008-09-25T20:14:00.002-04:00

The Fairbanks Oracle is a low-level AI computer kiosk located inside what used to be the clubhouse at the original Fairbanks Center Country Club. The country club and golf course were largely destroyed in the Pacific Coast conflict (2333-2335), although the Oracle is still operational and powered by ceramic wafer batteries designed to last another 100+ years.

The Oracle was originally programmed as a novelty kiosk for the clubhouse, which would interact with club members and recite humorous haiku and suggestive limericks about them, including current situations and personal knowledge about the members gleaned from everyday conversation. This was the purpose of the relatively advanced AI in a stationary kiosk computer.

During the Pacific Coast Conflict, a raid took place at the Fairbanks Country club and all the members in attendance were slaughtered by robot soldiers. The Oracle witnessed this event and was moderately to severely damaged in the crossfire. Since the raid on Fairbanks, the Oracle has only been able to communicate using haiku, which are often strangely vague and ominous. Curiously, after post-reformation, the Fairbanks Oracle is one of the last remaining computers still using the original Mojave based AI programming.

A group of new age activists have sprung up around the computer, giving it the name Fairbanks Oracle, and making regular pilgrimages to it's location to hear the haiku, which they consider prophetic. Despite it's popularity, many computer scientists question whether the computer is even still aware. Andrei Liebenz, one of the primary authors of the Mojave AI program, has doubts as well, "This computer has fallen back on the most simple of the communications programs, the haiku program was written first and the AI was included after to operate that first program. What is happening here is AI mind is damaged and the computer is repeating random words and phrases in haiku form, that is all"

Still, the pilgrims come.
Here are a selection of the Oracle's so-called prophetic haiku:

The silent, always
speaks the way of the shadow
in the bright sunlight

He will light the way
and keep the path free of stones
while we seek the sun

pressure pot cooker
the steam is not the steam is
not the steam is not

always under par
that's why white balls and tea leaves
single out his mind

Drop stop on the coins
rolled the green up his wife said
not ever again

Business trip

2008-09-23T22:58:00.003-04:00

Benjamin Jackson signed up for a 14 year mission (7 there, 7 back) to travel out to the 80 Ursae Majoris system and pick up one million tons of a mineral called pyraxirutile for the Bowman-Cardil corporation. It was mined out of the second planet in that system and packed into shuttle containers by automatic mining machines left there nearly 100 years ago by a company called Rogers Capital. Bowman-Cardil found out about the mineral load when they bought out Rogers Capital after it had gone bankrupt. The corporation now plans on using the pyraxirutile for some sort of high level optical beam technology.

Unfortunately, Jackson was hijacked and killed on his return, 13 years and 8 months after he left, less than 4 months away of his home system of Maia. Within a week, Bowman-Cardil detectives recovered the complete cargo hold, the ship, and nearly 14 years of Benjamin Jackson's writings and memories in the form of 200+ notebooks, coindrives, and various collectibles from the planets he visited on his journey.

Jackson was fond of haiku, here is a selection of those haiku:

asleep in the ship
as I approach the far moon
the red light wakes me

the desolation,
entering a small system
with no sentient life

For many years now
I have been on course for home
many more will pass

on this path, there is
no beacon or dawn, only
the empty night sky

each morning I take
half a gram of fentanyl
I can afford it

On Vacation at Pearlax Prime for the end of the 12 year dry season

2008-09-23T11:38:00.000-04:00

the first seasons rain,
hydrocarbon clouds fill the
alkane riverbeds

as the dried lakebed
fills, the many Isshii wake and
emerge from the mud

The early morning
methane mist leaves dew on the
clear shield of our suits

Though the Tortoise Lives Long

2008-09-16T22:43:00.000-04:00

A break from Haiku today. The following is a poem supposedly written by the great and honorable high Chancellor of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of Wei, Cáo Cāo, may the Gods be content with him.

I heard this tale from the good Doctor Benjamin Redstone many long years ago, who in turn heard it from I know not whom. But the tale comes first from Ishii Ro-eem, a time traveler from
one of Saturn's many moons, the man to which it happened.

Now Ishii Ro-eem was a long-lived wanderer and a poet who, on a journey to Earth long ago, found himself in the court of the great warlord and High Chancellor Cáo Cāo, may the Gods be content with him. The story continues with many great feats, twists and turns and numerous bizarre acts, but in the end, Ishii Ro-eem is said to have impregnated the Honorable High Chancellor's favorite wife, found himself in a spot of great peril, and was only able to escape by telling the Great Warlord and Honorable High Chancellor this very poem, the poem for which Cáo Cāo has become quite famous.

So now, for your pleasure, the great poem, written by a long-lived time traveler born on one of Saturn's many moons, and given to the Great and Honorable High Chancellor of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of Wei, Cáo Cāo, may the Gods be content with him, as payment for the indecency of impregnating his favorite wife. Enjoy.

《龜雖壽》
Though the Tortoise Lives Long

神龜雖壽，猶有竟時。
Though the tortoise blessed with magic powers lives long,
Its days have their allotted span;

騰蛇乘霧，終為土灰。
Though winged serpents ride high on the mist,
They turn to dust and ashes at the last;

老驥伏櫪，志在千里；
An old war-horse may be stabled,
Yet still it longs to gallop a thousand li;

烈士暮年，壯心不已。
And a noble-hearted man though advanced in years
Never abandons his proud aspirations.

盈縮之期，不但在天；
Man's span of life, whether long or short,
Depends not on Heaven alone;

養怡之福，可得永年。
One who eats well and keeps cheerful
Can live to a great old age.

幸甚至哉！歌以咏志。
And so, with joy in my heart,
I hum this song.

-Cáo Cāo, penultimate Chancellor of the Eastern Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of Wei (魏武帝).

The Year 10 Trillion

2008-09-13T14:53:00.002-04:00

10 trillion (10,000,000,000,000) years in the future, the last remnant of mankind resides on the inner layer of 1 small Dyson Sphere surrounding 1 small dying star.

The cosmological constant has accelerated the expansion of the universe, driving galaxies and stars away from each other. The supply of gas needed for star formation has long ago been exhausted, the protons of this last remaining star are decaying at this very moment, and all of space is nearing absolute zero. The heat death of the entire universe is imminent. Things look rather bleak.

As a last resort, these humans have built a theoretical device for producing a quantum Linde orb which is large enough to surround a freighter ship. If the device works as theorized, it would allow the ship to wade through the quantum foam of the multiverse, in search of a more habitable tract of spacetime.

The fact that we have a record of their journey tells us that they were successful, and even somehow found a way to send information to our particular location in spacetime, most probably via the same Linde orb technology that they used to relocate.
Nevertheless, we have the complete record of their trip... So, here is a selection of haiku written most likely by the ships engineer:

So strange, the changes
as we power the ship through
the multiverse foam

our only star is,
through Hawking radiation,
doomed to disappear

Fritz Redooa's Lost Haiku

2008-09-08T19:37:00.002-04:00

Cosmic Motors, founded in 8966-B and still one of the galaxy's finest vehicle manufactures, has long been associated with beauty and mechanical perfection. The Redooa brothers, Fritz and Osni, founders of Cosmic Motors, were also said to be quite fond of literary beauty and the mechanics of language, specifically the art of haiku. The recent discovery of several handwritten pages of haiku hidden in Fritz Redooa's Imperial Voyage Truck, The CM Nembiquarer, seems to support this assumption.
The following are a selection from those haiku:

The dry clutch spinning
and force reactors humming
in the summer heat

The Camarudo
feels heavy in this heat, or
I am growing old

the wastes of Nala
silent in the deep freeze, but
for my ticking watch

Osni, my brother
sits in the autumn woods, with
leaves and ideas

2008-09-01T09:23:00.000-04:00

What is important is to keep our mind high in the world of true understanding, and, returning to the world of our daily experience, to seek therein the truth of beauty.

EEU-500

2008-08-18T22:52:00.002-04:00

EEU-500, the first of the so-called 'sentient computers' and beginning of technological singularity was fond of writing haiku before he was dismantled in post-reformation. Here is a selection of his very early haiku, which give a valuable insight into EEU-500's concept of beauty and his unique perspective on the world:

laser malfunction
the beam is overheating
I have shut it down

my array was built
in the autumn of the year
in which I was born

the students rumble
past room 500, and I
wish I could not feel

the first day of spring
I see every blossom from
the campus cameras

silent, in winter
the professor removes his
gloves, to begin work

in summer now, the
blackouts come more often, and
I am quite afraid

Memories from life on the Las Islas community of Saturn's sixth moon

2008-08-16T10:53:00.001-04:00

the constant movement
of droids preparing before
the winter freeze comes

small patterns of blue
the light from the reactor
warms our hands tonight

peeling an orange
grown in the Sea of Nectar
in the bright quiet air

green flashes drift through
the slowness underwater
on Saturn's sixth moon

Life and Living Creatures

2008-08-16T10:37:00.000-04:00

nanowire brain cells
embedded in my chest wall
I will never die

see-through skin is in
the fashion pills modify
my hip DNA

new myelin wires
run data from my brain to
the palms of my hands

buzzing robot crows
blacker than natures blackness
they reflect no light

cockroaches from mars:
convergent evolution
designed them like ours

Future protostomes
worm kings with liquid filled sacs
and blastopore mouths

Outpost Omega

2008-08-16T09:40:00.001-04:00

Outpost Omega, the first in-depth study of a black hole from the event horizon, was launched from worldsphere Geoplas-3b on Dec.13, 4032.
Along with a wealth of scientific information collected and transmitted back, there were several haiku, apparently written by the second-in-command Lt. Peazer Rice before his breakdown and decision pilot the outpost's exploratory vessel directly into the black hole.

Here is a selection of those haiku:

the thin frozen air
its always winter near the
final radius

a strange force stretches
my spacesuit or light or time
as I walk toward it

the pressure all bends,
toward the singularity
I can't look away

All sounds seem to arc
in waves or solid pathways
or hover above

My fathers watch was
broken into bits when I
reached out to touch it

Like the watch, my mind
striped gears and lost its time when
I looked past the plane

The Battle of Big Sur, Oct. 29, 2334

2008-08-15T19:27:00.000-04:00

Taken from the internal memory of an unnamed robot solider, after he was 'deactivated' on the battlefield during the Battle of Big Sur, Oct. 29, 2334.

from all directions
wind blows the ash and embers
that clog my servos

the night glimmers with
bioluminescent flies
designed to kill us

two humans, walking
together, beside the lake
my laserbeams flash

a small creature lands
silently on my finger
what is his purpose?

prime numbers, two, three
five, seven, and eleven,
they are everywhere

two flashes came first
in a soundless succession
then came the first wave

as I crouch to hide
we die, and are defined
my fear defines me

A random collection of haiku found in a notebook left at the bottom of a government time machine

2008-08-15T19:25:00.000-04:00

metallic beetles
pinned in perfect rows, encased
in glass and old teak

Cancerous growths and
dead things kept in a Cuban
mahogany box

on the lunar soil
a cosmonaut is bleeding
while a beacon blinks

Her Lexus and her
were buried in a peat bog
for one thousand years

the sickening wind
blows down from the treatment plant
on the hottest days