Friday, June 08, 2007

Breathing the last afternoon

This is not an uncommon image for interactive genetic algorithms. And not an uncommon fear.



Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin.
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in.

Last night in the sky,
Such a bright light.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep

Breathing,
[out, in, out, in, out, in...]

We've lost our chance.
Were the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast.
Chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung.

I love my beloved, ooh,
All and everywhere,
Only the fools blew it.
You and me knew life itself is

Breathing,
[out, in, out, in, out...]
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out...
[out!]

In point of fact it is possible to tell the
[out!]
difference between a small nuclear explosion and a large one by a very simple method. the calling card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration of this flash that we are able to determine the size...
[what are we going to do without?]
...of the weapon. after the flash a fireball can be seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust and living things around the area of the explosion, and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable as the familiar mushroom cloud. as a demonstration of the flash duration test lets try and count the number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful, high-yield bombs.

What are we going to do without?
Ooh please!
What are we going to do without?
Let me breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Ooh, quick!
We are all going to die without!
Breathe in deep!
What are we going to die without?
Leave me something to breathe!
We are all going to die without!
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Oh, god, please leave us something to breathe!
We are all going to die without
Oh, life isss ...breathing.
Kate Bush, "Breathing".

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