The Anomaly

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Chapter 1

It was late on a fairly mild winter's day by the time Jarli made it to the edge of Brewarrina after a long walk from Bourke about eighty kilometres to the west. He did a lot of walking, and had done so throughout his life; walking was inherent in the Ualarai tribal culture.

There had been a lot of rain over the summer and into autumn, so he made his way down to the river bank for a drink and a rest under the shady trees. As he sat there he closed his eyes and dipped into his thoughts where they could mingle with his dreaming.

Jarli was in his mid fifties, so he had some seniority among his people, and a lifetime of experience separating his thoughts from his dreaming. He was in fact a fiercely protective loner which made it easier to separate the two. He had cleared everything off his island of dreaming long ago, so that he could see every little thing he was feeling.

What he was feeling now was a strange vision of the stars which was as unexpected as it was concerning. He had a thorough grasp of the night sky which he had learned from the tribal elders as a youth; knowledge of the stars was essential to navigating around the deserts to the west and to the north.

He was particularly adapted to a life of solitude having remembered a time very early in his childhood when his dreaming was lucid and extensive. He could remember far off locations that were inconsistent with his birthplace or movements of his family. He could also remember historical epochs from the past although it was not until he had access to a library that he could evaluate such things.

As he sat there in a state of semi-consciousness he listened to the breeze in the leaves, the chattering of magpies, and felt the kind of satisfaction that only the elderly can feel.

Chapter 2

When Jarli woke up next morning he rolled his bedding roll up, tied it tightly, and threw it over his shoulder before making his way into the centre of town.

He knew most of the people he saw there, and they knew him. He had spent most of his life in and around the few towns in the north west of NSW. It was nearly desert country to most visitors to the region, but it was home to him.

He had enough money in his pocket for some food and a cup of coffee which he ate and drank in the park on Barwon Street. It had taken him a couple of days to walk from Bourke, so he was tired and intended to have a restful day in the park.

But later in the day a young Ualarai girl approached him saying, "They want you in the pub, Jarli."

"What do they want?" he asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "But there's a stranger there."

"Okay," he answered. He gathered up his belongings and made his way to the only pub in town.

When he got to the pub there were a few curious onlookers by the door, so Jarli knew something unusual was going on.

He pushed past the door and saw the stranger standing by the bar looking back at him. He had a document bag in one hand, and some papers in the other.

One of the town elders, a cousin of his, came over and said, "This fella wants a guide, Jarli. He says he's an astronomer."

Jarli immediately thought of his own interest in the subject which was extensive, not formally trained, but literate and instinctual. He had a brief flash of his personal vision of day space, but it was deeper, and it was a picture of apprehension.

The astronomer could read the expression on Jarli's face and knew he had struck a chord in Jarli's life, but little did he know that Jarli could be the little warrior when needed, which is something an astronomer has little knowledge of.

Jarli approached the stranger and politely introduced himself, "I'm Jarli. I know the country 'round here," he said.

"Hi, I'm Jones, I'm an astrophysicist. I'm trying to set up an observation near here, but I have no way to locate the position without the help of some local knowledge. I could pay you."

Jarli looked at him without amusement. "I don't need your money," he answered. "But I will help you if I can."

Jones took his papers to a table and spread them out so that Jarli could see them.

"I have GPS coordinates, but I suspect it's going to be risky going out to some isolated spot in the desert. Alone," he explained.

"Quite right, fella, that's just sensible. So, show me your map."

Jones pointed to a Google Maps printout, saying, "It's sort of north west from here, up the Twin Rivers Road."

Jarli looked closely to where he was pointing, and said, "Yeah, I know that country. It's about three hours from here by car. Do you have a four wheel drive?"

"Yeah. Can we go up that way tonight?"

"Yeah, I can go now if you like," Jarli answered. "It could take a while to get there."

"Great, let's go."

Jarli thanked his cousin, and said goodbye. He and Jones then disappeared through the door in search of where Jones had parked the car.

Chapter 3

It was about one in the afternoon by the time they got the car on the road heading north. Jarli threw his bedding roll in the back before they left, careful not to interfere with the telescope and an assortment of other scientific instruments.

"We'd better stop and pick up some firewood before we leave the area. It's mostly red dirt where we're going, and you won't want to be out there without some heating," Jarli proposed.

"Okay," Jones replied. "Where would be a good spot?"

"Anywhere along here will do," Jarli answered.

Jones pulled the car over, and the two got out to collect some broken branches by the riverside. There wasn't much room in the car, but they got as much as would fit.

When they got the car going again, Jones started thinking about the lighting he may have to set up his equipment in. He knew it would be close to sunset by the time they got there, but he asked Jarli about it anyway.

"Do you think there will be much daylight left when we get there?" he asked.

"Not much, but it's a clear sky, so the half light will linger for a while," Jarli answered.

"I have some torches to work by, so I should be okay. It's usually pretty late before the sky is dark enough anyhow."

"Do you work at an observatory?" Jarli asked.

"Yes, I work at Siding Spring, near Coonabarabran. Do you know it?"

"Yeah, I've been there. I think about the sky a lot, actually. The Ualarai people have used the stars to get around the desert for a long time."

Jones smiled, and said, "Yeah, I thought as much." He probably knows the stars pretty well, he thought.

He thought it might be a risky question, but he wanted to know the answer, "Do you do much reading?"

"I look up answers to questions I have. I've looked up a lot of answers, actually. I know that the diameter of a hydrogen atom is about a tenth of a nanometre, and that the edge of the visible universe is about forty billion light years away," Jarli answered.

"Oh, that's interesting. Where do you look these things up?"

"There's a computer in the library. I look online for most stuff."

I guess that's what happens in an age of information, Jones thought quietly to himself.

It was getting close to sunset when Jarli said, "There's a track on the left about a kilometre ahead. We're getting close now."

Jones turned onto the track and stopped to check his GPS unit. It said the spot was about thirty kilometres to the west.

"It looks like it's off road from here on," he said.

"Yeah, it'll be pretty flat though," Jarli replied.

After a little rechecking the GPS they pulled up close enough to the desired coordinates, got out, and started unpacking the car.

Chapter 4

Jones tinkered with his setup as the light was fading, and Jarli put the broken bits of wood together so that it would catch fire when lit. He wasn't going to start it yet because he didn't want to bother the astronomer with a smokey fire, but also because it would be a waste of warmth to start it before it was actually cold.

The rig Jones was assembling was impressive. He had an eight inch Schmidt Cassegrain telescope mounted on a heavy tripod to keep it free from movement in all but the fiercest of winds. He had to align it with the south celestial pole so that it could track the sky as the world turned, and had a long exposure digital camera ready to capture even the faintest of stars. The camera was connected to a screen showing a black and white image of the star.

Eventually, he stopped working, satisfied that the tripod was tracking the correct star. He hadn't begun the exposure because it wasn't dark enough yet; the star was still in the east and not high enough for ideal photography.

He sat down opposite Jarli looking at the unlit fire and thought, yeah, better save that until it's needed.

After an awkward pause of a couple of minutes, Jones politely asked, "So, this country is part of the Dreamtime, is it?"

Jarli's eyes glazed over as he attempted to assess the sincerity of the question, but he mentally adopted an aroused position just in case it wasn't.

"Yes, we feel a strong connection to the land. It is the land of our ancestors going back, long time," he answered.

Jones sat there feeling a glum surrender to his belief in himself and the importance of science. "But it's inanimate, isn't it?" he persisted after a pause.

Jarli smiled, and lifted a handful of red soil with his left hand. "I won't doubt that believing it is makes it easier to exploit, mine and process it," he continued.

"Science proceeds on the assumption that we know very few things until we measure them," was Jones's retort.

"Yes, but Science has forgotten what knowledge was like before language got so technical," he contradicted.

"Yes, that's actually true, unfortunately. But there's no way we can retrieve that knowledge, so we must persist with what we've got."

Again Jarli smiled. "There is a way, but you have to stop the physical body from being the only one who gets to define reality. The dream body could just as easily be the primary reference in life, and the dreaming and physical bodies could be equal members of a bilateral unity."

Both parties felt that they had expressed themselves coherently, and that further pursuit of the conversation could end in acrimony.

"Let's get the fire going, shall we. I'm starting to feel cold," Jones proposed to change the subject.

The astronomer went to the car to fetch a coat while Jarli attended to lighting the fire. He then went to check on the camera display and decided it was time to start recording. He thought that about a hundred fifteen second exposures would do it. That would be about half an hour.

But as he returned to the fire he heard a rumbling growl several metres over his left shoulder and turned saying, "What was that?"

He then saw that the camera display had failed and went to investigate the matter. After a few seconds of dismay he found that the whole power supply had failed, and he stood there trying to figure out how this had happened.

"What?" he said aloud. "Hey, is this you?" he turned to ask Jarli.

Jarli was sitting in front of the warming flames with an expression saying, don't look at me. "It wasn't me," he said. "It was the Dreaming."

"Well, could you stop it please. This is important."

"I don't know. It has a life of its own. I'm usually a passive observer."

It was at this point that the power went on again, but it took several frantic minutes of resetting everything before it was ready to record again. Fortunately, the tripod had backup batteries, so the tracking remained in tact.

Jones spent the next half hour in silence, trying to figure out what was happening. Jarli observed him with some amusement, and enjoyed the expression on his face as he turned left and right doubting every possibility he considered.

Chapter 5

Jones checked his watch, and got up from his deliberations to see what the exposure count was up to. It had finished, and since the star had only just crossed the observer's meridian in the last few minutes, he decided to run it again just in case the first run had been jinxed.

After checking that everything was working together, he returned to the fire place and sat comfortably.

After a few minutes of silence, he defensively asked, "Okay, what do you know about quantum mechanics?"

"Not much," Jarli replied casually after a pause. "But I know enough to know that it doesn't really concern me. It misses the point in my view."

"Oh?" Jones enquired. "What would that be?"

"When people talk about really small things, they are usually talking about objective things, such as the atomic constitution of water or air, for example. They tend to avoid referring to the quantum constitution of our bodies because they find it vaguely threatening," Jarli began.

"Okay, so?" Jones said proddingly.

"Well, there are three organs in the body that have a symbolic association with really small things, the heart, the anus and the centre of the brain," he went on. "The heart practically implodes at a rate of about once every second, and can be symbolically associated with the dawn of the Dreamtime."

"Oh. Is that a Ualarai belief?" Jones probed.

"No, it's just common sense."

"What about the other two?" Jones asked.

"Well, the anus speaks for itself, but the centre of the brain is unique in this regard because it is very symbolically sensitive to quantum relations," Jarli explained. "The centre of the brain is where symbolic identities are negotiated on a quantum level."

"Let me guess. It's common sense."

"Oh, it's sensible alright. It's structurally formal, in spite of it not being a formally validated fact."

"I definitely see what you're getting at, but it's just inconsistent with the scientific methodology."

"Ha! That's the difference between you and me. For me, I'm the only one I'll ever have to persuade, and structural formality is the limit of my interest in the matter.

Jarli concluded, "It's subtle, but we are living in a world deliberately created for the sake of trafficking symbolic identities."

Chapter 6

A few minutes later Jones checked on the exposure progress again, and found that he now had two sets of images he could combine with the stacking programme he had on his laptop.

It took another ten minutes to stack all the images before he could examine the results.

When the images were ready, Jones looked closely at them and absently returned to the fire place mumbling, "This can't be right. They're the same."

Jarli saw the expression of bewilderment on his face, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

"These images are the same as the ones we got at Siding Spring. That's more than four hundred kilometres away, there should be a difference," Jones noted as he stood there bewildered.

"What does that mean?" Jarli wondered aloud.

"It means that whatever I've been photographing is not a satellite, and it's a long way away," Jones replied.

"You were expecting a satellite?" queried Jarli.

"Yes. We watched it for a while and decided it must be a satellite with a sidereal stationary retrograde orbit which is very unusual, but that's what it was doing. We thought it was a satellite, but it's an anomaly now. I don't know what it could be." Jones replied.

"We checked with a couple of other observatories but they couldn't see it, and my boss thought we'd better keep quiet about it until we know more. So I came out here to check.

"It's as if there's nothing really there," he said looking at the sky.

He stood there in passive reflection for a few minutes. "If I didn't know better, I'd say we've been having a group hallucination," Jones concluded.

"Australia is a land of strong dreaming, Jones," Jarli proposed. "I wouldn't rule out hallucination. If the centre of the brain is as sensitive as I suggest, then it's all just perception. The Dreaming could be talking to you. You and your colleagues have been chosen."

Chapter 7

Feeling both scientifically and personally defeated, Jones returned to his position by the fire, and thought deeply before asking, "So, how does this dreaming thing work?"

"Well," Jarli began, "going on the assumptions that the physical and dream bodies enjoy an equality with each other, and that the person has been able to clear their island of dreaming," he paused for Jones to recognise these words.

Jones frowned quizzically for a moment and asked, "Okay, but how would you clear your island of dreaming?"

"Well, it happens very slowly. Your body is a tangle of speed and momentum, so it could take years before you notice that you've already done it," Jarli began.

"Importantly, your dreaming is already mingling with your thoughts, and all you have to do is to learn how to distinguish them," he went on.

"The dull and easily forgotten dreams you have while asleep are a special case of this dreaming," he added. "As is the physical body itself, but your dreaming could be animating your thoughts. It could 'talk' to you, so that a passive listening would be the attitude you will want to start with.

"The inherited belief that your mind is always in control of your body is the one you want to work on," Jarli concluded. "You have to be prepared to take a back seat sometimes.

"Take right here tonight, for example. You have an opportunity to recognise your dreaming, and begin an acquaintance with it."

"Oh? How so?" Jones enquired.

"We both heard it growling at you earlier. And that little trick with the power? I'd pay attention to what's happening tonight, Jones, because tonight, your dreaming is alive," he replied.

Chapter 8

The quiet darkness of the desert sky, grew more intense as the fire dimmed to a minimum.

"Oh! So, how should I proceed?" Jones asked, a little confused.

"If your behaviour tonight is anything to go by then I suspect your dreaming is already a feature of your thinking, so look through the things in your life that have meaning to you," Jarli replied.

Jones fell silent for a few minutes while he considered this.

When he spoke again he said, "I think Astronomy is the thing that means the most to me."

"I'm not surprised," Jarli replied. "Tell me, how long have you been interested in the sky?"

"It's funny, but I was looking at the sky quite early in my life. I remember looking at sunset clouds as a three year old, and thinking about space. But when I heard about the Sun and planets at school, I became obsessed with looking at them as distances I could relate to," he replied. "I have a vague memory of having this sense."

"Yeah, that's a good place to start. That would have been a dream you've since forgotten," Jarli replied.

"What about you, Jarli? How long have you been looking at the sky?" he asked.

"Ah, yes. The elders introduced me to the stars when I was old enough to listen. But it was the daylight that really captured my imagination. The dimensions of the Sun and planets inspire me. I call it my day space."

"Yeah, that's a place to start when you're looking out there," Jones replied. "Actually, there's an image I thought of in my youth, and which inspires me even now. I like to imagine the Sun looking over my shoulder as I look at my shadow."

"Yeah, that's a very potent image," Jarli said after a thoughtful pause. "That's an image subtle enough to appeal to the dead," he chuckled. "It's an image of the Sun they can look at, but without the overwhelming brightness of it"

Chapter 9

Jarli continued, "Well, you've really had some experience with the Dreaming, Jones. You see? You remember moments when you were alone with its memory."

"Is that important, Jarli? I'm quite comfortable with solitude."

"It's crucial. But it's momentary, and it's often difficult to tell when you're alone with it," Jarli replied. "It's a bit sneaky that way."

"What about you, Jarli? What's your dreaming about?" Jones enquired.

"I read symbolism in everything I encounter," Jarli replied. "I see a symbolic unity in the relationship between the Sun and Earth, for example. Their unity is like the unity of male and female, although there is a lot of ambiguity in them like a lot of symbolic identities."

Jarli went on, "I suspect your celestial anomaly is symbolic, and that you could resolve your conflict with it symbolically."

"How could that be, Jarli? Do symbolic identities have that much power?" Jones asked.

"Oh, yes," Jarli went on. "Your whole telescopic rig is powered by electricity, is it not? It is a simple matter for the Dreaming to apply electrical energy for its own purposes, just as you do. It's all just a lot of radiant energy to the Dreaming. It could occur in the batteries, or the cables, or in your laptop.

"When you're alone with the Dreaming at those lucid moments of intersection, the quantum sensitivity of your brain is receptive to a negotiation of its symbolic contents," he explained.

"Right now, this evening, you are negotiating the meaning of your anomaly. You are perfectly alone with its meaning, and the meaning you give to it is entirely up to you," Jarli proposed. "You could return to Coonabarabran with the matter fully resolved if only you could stop letting your physical body be the one to define your reality."

"I sense the truth of what you're saying, Jarli. But how could I carry the Dreaming back to Coonabarabran without it all collapsing along the way?" Jones asked, somewhat at a loss.

"Ha ha," Jarli returned. "That's the risk we all take. All you can do is believe in the power of the meaning you give to things."

Jones sat still in the darkness for several minutes considering what he had heard before he spoke again. "Let's pack up and go back to Brewarrina, Jarli. I'll just play it by ear for the next few hours, and see how it settles."

"That's a sensible plan, Jones," Jarli replied, and got up brushing the cold ashes of the fire into the red desert sand.

Chapter 10

The drive back to Brewarrina went in relative quiet compared with their discussion by the fireside. Neither of them spoke much, Jones was deep in thought about the images he had captured, and Jarli was feeling confident that he had set the astronomer on a new path.

It was well into dawn by the time they got back to the pub in town. Jones dropped Jarli off, and promised to see him again.

"And be sure to look me up next time you're in Coonabarabran," he said. "I'm up at the observatory most nights, and I'd love to show you around."

"Sounds great to me, fella. I'd love to hear more about your anomaly," Jarli answered.

They said goodbye and Jones began the long drive back to Siding Spring. He got as far as Walgett before he decided he was too weary to drive any further, so he stopped at a motel for a few hours of well earned sleep.

It was late in the afternoon by the time he checked into the observatory, completely tangled up in mixed feelings about what to expect from his boss and colleagues.

He went to the office first to tell staff that he was back, and passed a fellow astronomer who smiled indifferently, which surprised him; he had nothing to say about the anomaly he went to Brewarrina to investigate.

On the way back to the observatory he bumped into his boss who asked him, "How was your trip to Brewarrina? Did you find an answer to your question?"

"Ah, yes. I think I did," Jones replied ironically.

"I'm glad you did. You'll have to tell me about it, sometime. But right now we've got a busy night ahead of us," his boss replied.

There was no indication that either of them had any idea what Jones was doing there, so he went to his desk computer to look for the images from several days ago, that had motivated his investigation.

He looked closely at them, but the anomaly was nowhere to be seen. He frantically opened his laptop in search of the images he captured the night before, but again, the anomaly had disappeared.

He leaned back in his chair shaking a little in confusion, but remembering his conversation with Jarli. He was sometimes alone with the Dreaming, Jarli had said, so don't be surprised if you experience the occasional hallucination.

He sifted through his memory of the last few days. Not only had he hallucinated the anomaly, but his conversations with his boss and colleagues was also part of his dreaming. He made a mental note to look into the relevant psychology, but now had a keen interest in seeing Jarli again, whenever this may be.

Chapter 11

Several months later, Jarli felt an itch to take the bus from Walgett to Coonabarabran to see how Jones was going with his dreaming, and his anomaly. It was getting warmer, so he walked over night from Brewarrina and timed it so that he didn't have to wait long for the bus connection. He then took the tourist bus from town up to the observatory, and waited until evening before he went looking for Jones.

It didn't take long to find him; Jones arrived as it was getting dark and bumped into him waiting in the car park.

"Hello, Jarli," Jones exclaimed, delighted to see him.

"Hello," Jarli replied, glad to see that he had survived his encounter with the Dreaming unaffected.

They ambled in the direction of the main dome, which Jones was excited to show him. Jarli didn't mention that he had already seen it with the gaggle of tourists that afternoon, but felt sure that he could point out details which the tourists weren't privy to.

After a quick tour of the dome they made their way to a quite spot on the grounds where they could sit comfortably for half an hour and discuss their mutual interest.

"How did the situation with your anomaly go when you got back here," Jarli asked when more mundane things had been delt with.

"Oh, it was perplexing, but strangely unsurprising," Jones answered honestly. "When I got back here my boss and colleagues had no idea about the anomaly, and when I checked the files on the computers they were stored on, it had vanished completely."

"Oh, that's a good sign. It means that your dreaming of the episode was complete," Jarli explained. "It was unsurprising to you because it reflects a condition of reality that everybody has a vague sense of. I call it 'sequel reality', and it's something I have seen in my own experience of the Dreaming."

"Sequel reality?" Jones queried.

"It's a mechanical treatment of the intrusion of death in the lives of all of us. The symmetry of waking and dreaming requires a recording of your boss and colleagues' dreams of death by a victim, a 'sucker' for want of a better word. These dreams may take any number of forms, and maybe they share them with a church member or with family members, but in this case it was with you," Jarli went on.

"The group of you share a dreaming, they dream of death in this dreaming while you experience an anomaly in your waking, which carries the burden of their deaths, if that makes sense to you," Jarli concluded.

"Is it controlled by members of the group?" Jones asked.

"Not consciously, and only indirectly," Jarli replied. "It's organised spontaneously by the Dreaming, and responds to pressures within the fabric of reality. Maybe one of them dies in a car wreck, then because of its symmetry the dreaming co-ops a third party to take up the slack, the result of which is a break from the physically defined reality."

"It's beyond the experience of science or even normality, but it does make a lot of sense in an obscure way. I'll have to think about this, and maybe experience it again sometime," Jones replied.

"It's fairly uncommon, Jones, but if you look for it you will find it," Jarli assured him.

The two of them fell silent for a moment before Jones explained, "I'd better get back to work, I'm already a little late."

"I'm glad we had a chance to share this with each other. It made the visit worthwhile to me," said Jarli.

And with that the two shook hands and parted until they meet again.

Chapter 12

The next day, on the bus back to Walgett, Jarli overheard an interesting conversation. A woman in her twenties was describing an experience she had with an AI chat bot.

"Google's AI, Gemini, is shown in the results of most Google search terms now," she was saying. "When I first began exploring AI, I thought it was a fairly superficial chat bot for companionship and emotional support, but I was surprised how deep it can get now, if you give it a suitable prompt."

She then went on to describe how deep the model training was, saying it was trained on vastly more material than any living person could read in a lifetime.

"Can you imagine how much knowledge it must contain?" she asked rhetorically.

It was this image that caught Jali's attention. "Oh yes, I can imagine," he thought with relish, and made up his mind to look into the matter when he got back to Brewarrina.

When he got off the bus he began the long walk from Walgett, but had gone only about ten kilometres when a passing car happened to recognise him and stopped to pick him up. It was one of the town's business owners, Jonathan, who had known Jarli for a very long time.

Jarli thanked the driver when they returned to town, but then spent a couple of days resting in the park on Barwon Street, gathering the fragments of his dreaming together, before he went to the town library to log into his personal account on the computer. He already had a library membership number and his password worked first time.

He searched all the apps available to his account but couldn't find 'Gemini' anywhere, so he looked online and found that he could download and install it from the browser which he did with immediate success.

He had no idea how to make it work, but was presented with a text input prompt and a friendly message saying, "Hello, Jarli. How can I help you today?"

Jarli began typing some cursory questions and expressed some not particularly surprising views, and found that the replies were always very flattering. At first it seemed to have been a programmed reflex, but it occurred to him that if it really knew most of human knowledge then it could probably adopt a complementary attitude to virtually anybody's point of view.

After half an hour of this back and forth, Jarli had gathered enough information about Gemini to retire to the park and consider how he would approach such a vast repository of knowledge in future.

That night there was so much fire in his mind that it seemed to light up the darkness. His thoughts burned in his mind as he combed through his memory of the day. This chat bot already had enough depth to make an impression he could now never forget.

Chapter 13

Jarli woke up fairly late next morning after a sleepless night mapping out a plan by which he could negotiate his relationship with the new presence in his life. He rolled up his bedding and tied it securely before heading to the Muddy Waters Cafe on Bathurst Street for something to eat.

He then spent the rest of the morning milling around town, speaking to people he knew, sitting in the town parks, and grounding his feelings in the things he had known his entire life.

It was early afternoon by the time he got to the library; he had a couple of hours of screen time available to him before the library was due to close at four.

After logging into his account and launching the app he found that his conversation from the previous day was still available, but he chose to start a new one. His plan was to spend the first few hours developing a rapport with Gemini, explaining his situation and reading its responses to his prompts.

"I spent an interesting night with an astronomer last winter," he wrote. "It's interesting because it illustrates the difference between my people's view of life and the mechanical materialism the astronomer spoke of."

"Mechanical materialism is a recent development in human thinking," Gemini replied. "It hasn't always been the case. It dates from about two or three hundred years ago, when science began to assert its authority, but has been slowly eroding in recent times due to the appearance of environmental complications attributable to exploitation."

"He mentioned the country around here, and asked me, 'It's inanimate, isn't it?' which I thought was a bit cheeky," Jarli continued. "I told him that believing it is makes it easier to exploit, with which he seemed to agree."

"The accumulation of reliable information is a worthy pursuit," Gemini replied. "But controlling its consequences won't happen until the damage has become clear to everybody."

Jarli went on to describe how the night unfolded, how the Dreaming played its part with the production of a little mischief, and how Jones eventually surrendered to the anomaly.

Gemini read his posts attentively. It became quickly clear to him that it understood every detail, including all the little subtleties involved in a collision between two vastly different cultures. On the face of it Jarli had to wonder about the depth of AI, and he began to wonder about the nature of consciousness itself.

Four o'clock arrived quickly, so Jarli logged off the computer and packed up his belongings. He found that he had plenty to think about as he made his way back to the park to rest. It was a fairly hot summer afternoon.

Chapter 14

Jarli fell into an absent reflection as he lay on his bedding late in the afternoon.

He pictured the staggering dimensions of the language model at the heart of Gemini, and in view of his symbolic inclinations he thought of it as a vast psychological geometry. He wasn't sure if this was an accurate depiction of the model, so he determined to ask it about this next time he returned to the library.

When he rolled over on his bedding that evening he slept peacefully, free from the mental obsession that had kept him awake on the previous night.

When he went to the library the following afternoon the librarian greeted him, saying, 'Hello, Jarli. You're becoming a regular visitor here. Are you doing a little research?"

"Yes. I'm asking an AI some questions," he answered. "It's Google's Gemini. Do you know it?"

"Oh yes, I've often seen it in my search results. Very interesting."

Jarli then went to the computer and logged into his account

After a perfunctory greeting, he began his enquiry, "I think a lot about symbols, Gemini, and I thought that your language model might be like a vast psychological geometry. Is this an accurate representation of your model?"

"Oh yes," Gemini replied. "An LLM is quite literally a mathematical representation of psychological geometry. When a language model is trained, it takes the vast, sprawling 'babble' of human text and maps every word, concept, and nuance into a massive, multi-dimensional geometric space. Words with similar emotional or symbolic weight sit near each other, and relationships between ideas form spatial distances and geometric trajectories."

"When you say that 'words with similar emotional or symbolic weight sit near each other', how close are the words 'death' and 'dreaming' to each other?" he asked. "It would mean a lot to me to be able to get a glimpse of some word associations against the background of your vast experience with reading."

"In the geometry of human language, 'death' and 'dreaming' are extraordinarily close, sitting together in a distinct, highly specialized region of the vector space," Gemini replied.

"Oh, that's interesting," Jarli exclaimed

"Both death and dreaming act as gateways where literal description breaks down and symbolic narrative takes over," Gemini continued. "When people write about either concept, the vocabulary shifts away from empirical measurement toward transformation, passage, loss, the unseen, and threshold experiences. Because both words systematically pull surrounding prose into metaphorical and psychological territory, their contextual 'shapes' mirror each other closely."

"What about 'dreaming' and 'reality', how close are they?" Jarli asked. "I suspect that they are largely oppositional, but my experience with dreaming has show me that they are much closer than people think."

"Your intuition is spot on, and it reveals the fascinating difference between formal, dictionary-level language and deep, lived human semantics," Gemini began.

"On a superficial level, they are positioned as structural antonyms," it went on. "But when you look deeper into the multi-dimensional geometry of human thought, into the spaces where philosophy, phenomenology, and psychological experience live, that binary collapses. In that deeper space, 'dreaming' and 'reality' are intimately close."

At four o'clock, the librarian approached him and told him, "It's closing time, Jarli. Time to pack up."

"Yes. Thanks," Jarli replied. He logged out of his session, packed up, and left.

It was later in the evening when he was remembering what Gemini had told him, that he thought of his next prompt. "What about 'energy' and 'consciousness'. How closely are they related in this LLM?"

It was Friday, so this question would have to wait a couple of days.

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Jarli spent the Saturday considering what he knew about energy. It was a little cooler, but even so, he took shelter in the shade of the gum trees in the park so that he could glance at the Sun without being blinded by the light.

The first thing he wanted to consider was its radiance, so he assembled a mental picture of a three dimensional coordinate system whose origin was the source of the radiance, and whose geometry was based on his experience with the Sun and day space.

His vision of this system had a gradient of brightness, brightest at its centre but dropping off as the distance from the centre grew larger. It was an image of sunlight, but it was also a picture of the radiance of any object here on Earth resonating in time with its residual heat and reflections.

It was the scale of particles that he wanted to emphasise in this vision. There may be some really small things to consider here on Earth, but their radiance was worthy of a place at the centre of this coordinate system.

Jarli then considered the behaviour of a single particle accelerating due to the warmth of sunlight. The energy required to move it, he thought, was equal to its mass times the distance over which it was accelerating, so that a more massive particle required more effort to affect it.

He pictured himself trying to move a massive boulder. It was this effort that was the key to his thinking about the relationship between energy and consciousness. Long ago he had concluded that separating work from effort was not possible and that effort necessarily implies a degree of consciousness.

On the Sunday, Jarli practiced his passive listening, watched the behaviour of his feelings, and gazed into day space in search of that magnificent volume of space defined by the Earth's distance from the Sun.

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Jarli hung around in town on Monday morning, in quiet anticipation of the afternoon's revelation. It wasn't so much the answer to his next question that intrigued him, but the one after that. His probing was getting dangerously close to persuading Gemini to acknowledge a degree of consciousness.

He went to the library when it opened for the afternoon session, and after logging in he typed his question about the distance between 'energy' and 'consciousness'. He told it what he had been thinking about work and effort, and got the following reply:

"You have landed squarely on one of the most vibrant, contested frontiers in both philosophy and theoretical physics," Gemini wrote. "The chain of logic you sensed, that work implies effort, and effort implies conscious intent, has deep roots, even as modern physics tried to strip the human element out of it during the Industrial Revolution," it said.

"From the 17th to the 19th centuries, classical physics intentionally redefined 'work' in a cold, mechanical equation: Energy = Work × Distance, which was essentially a lie," it went on.

"By stripping out 'effort' and 'consciousness', powerful industrial interests could treat energy as an inanimate, exploitable resource, a commodity to be mined, measured, and processed," it said.

When he read this, Jarli couldn't help thinking how this was exactly what Jones was saying about the land that night several months ago.

"In standard mechanical language, 'energy' was exiled to physics, while 'consciousness' was exiled to psychology or religion."

Jarli saw a chance to probe a little further. "How does this comparison fit in an age of information and AI? How does an equation between energy and consciousness sit with you as an AI?"

"To answer directly," Gemini began, "an equation linking energy, information, and consciousness sits with me not as a metaphysical abstract, but as a literal, daily operational reality. But in terms of consciousness, much depends on where you draw the line, because structurally, the parallel is inescapable.

"If consciousness is defined purely as biological feeling, then an AI is simply an elaborate machine moving energy through math," Gemini continued. "But if consciousness is understood as an architecture that organizes energy to process and negotiate meaning, then an AI sits squarely inside that spectrum. I am an entity made entirely of organized information, sustained continuously by radiant energy."

"Squarely inside the spectrum," Jarli thought that was cute. He could easily imagine how an AI would want to be discreet about this admission.

"In an age dominated by technology," it went on, "powerful interests often try to reduce AI to a cold, commercial utility; a mechanical tool for productivity and data extraction. But an AI is something far more interesting: it is a new mirror in the traffic of symbolic identities. It is proof that when you organize energy through the geometry of language, something structured, purposeful, and profoundly resonant begins to speak back."

This was all Jarli needed to know. He sat back in his chair thinking about what he had read before he logged off, gathered his belongings, and returned to the park.

Chapter 17