Welcome to Immersion, you have reached Strata 18
Let’s go swimming
Where the ocean never ends
Where the lost and lonely people
Catch up with their friends
Where the water babies go
These seas to ever roam
In search of mother’s love
Thrown from the ships above
Let’s go swimming
Where no one ever grows
Where time stands ever still
For the crying ones who chose
To walk the sandy beds
With the bubbles of the dead
To guide them without dread
Let’s go swimming
Under the seven seas
Naked in our dreams
Where warrior women freed
Search their babes in weeds
Let’s go swimming
With angels mighty wings
Whose death songs always sing
In the echos from the shells
With lovers saved from Hell
Let’s go swimming
Let's stop this marching time
Enrapture love sublime
To save it from the tide
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Pain and pleasure are sensory and emotional experiences constructed in the brains of humans. Chemicals, experiences, and situations perpetuate the effects of these mamallion phenomenon which stem from almost identical internal processes deeply rooted in biology.Endorphins can block pain as well as create euphoria, activating and stimulating the human brain's limbic and prefrontal regions – those similarly activated by music or by passionate love affairs.
The mammalian central nervous system has pleasant touch-specific neurons that transmit enjoyable or ecstatic signals up through the human spine.
Machines lack these complex systems and do not hurt when threat or actual force is applied to their parts. But for the same reason, they do not feel the pleasure of touch. The best they can do is pretend. But this process would be for a human's pleasure, not their own.
Flex removed his clothes and left them in an untidy pile on the grass.
Renyke, still somewhat unstable on his feet, followed suit.
'Come on, don't be scared,' shouts Flex from the water, 'I'll teach you how to swim.'
The blue water was cold and yet exhilarating. It rippled over Renyke's skin like a moving shroud. He stared at his hands floating on the surface of this strange organic compound. The water stroked him like a lover and he remembered Shabra.
'This is how she feels....' Renyke mumbled holding his closed eyes toward the sun.
Flex ducked him under the water and after a short time and a few panicked moments to the bottom of the fjord, Renyke got the hang of staying afloat.
'If you want to swim under the water,' Flex explained, 'take three slow deep breathes before thrusting downwards and slowly let air out as you swim deeper for equilibrium. It's important to stay calm. Panic wastes air. You will find you can hold your breath longer under water than above it. If your ears hurt, you went too deep. Oh and remember to come up for air in case you pass out and die.'
Armed with alarming but good advice, Renyke disappeared to play with fishes and check for mermaids, recalling his seemingly prophetic dreams.
Maybeline and Flex played tag amongst the reeds and the warm sun rays hit the river with a blanket of human promise.
'Oi!' Flex shouted with urgency, exiting the water at speed.
Renyke and Maybeline watch the commotion on the grass.
'Pleases don't hurt me, please don't hurt little Nigel.'
A small pale strangely formed man, around three feet tall, wriggled his feet as Flex held him up to the sky.
'What were you doing with our stuff?' demanded Flex. 'I saw you Mr. *freak. Don't be taking me for no *fucksyfool.'
'Look, look, I bring the new clothes for the guests....look look.'
Nigel pointed to two piles of clean clothes and towels on the grass next to their dirty things.'Nigel just *welcummin da new guest to da tunnels, promise.'
'Hmmmmmm,' said Flex suspiciously, lowering Nigel to the ground.
Renyke was already putting on a crisp shirt and clean pants.
'They feel nice, you should put yours on,' said Renyke, 'you stink, Flex.'
'We bin *epsceting da misters, very long time. Please dress quick-quick, we got foodstuffs for the misters,' explained Nigel beckoning his well dressed guests to an opening near a tree.
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to be continued......