MACHINE OF IDEAS ©
Photo of the machine.
-Electromechanical component 12 x 15 cm, weight – 46 g
-Wiring 45-cm – 6 g
-Biological component 13 x 6 cm, weight – 12 g
Photo detail of the electromechanical component.
components:
-Macro-memory (data of universe)
-Antenna for Ideas receiving
-Music box, alarm receiving ideas
-Adapter for conventional antenna inputs
-Power on, adaptable to any point from Mercury to Venus.
-Memory of forgotten ideas
-Indicator Light-telekinetic interferences that hinder the use of the apparatus
-Cell of Chaos
-Artificial intelligence-Chip
-Reality scrubbers Circuits
-Cell altering spatiotemporal
Photography of the adaptable wiring
components:
-Dark Matter inside (to sharpen in the transmission of ideas)
-Fiberglass
This device, created after its invention, has been the cause of numerous confrontations between governments and object of desire for private collectors. Currently out of danger and is in possession of an anonymous artist.
Featured Story of this object:
- 1986 After the rumor that this object was the Chernobyl, the nuclear plant was declared in quarantine, some still continue to search.
- 2001 Two American Airlines aircraft collided against the World Trade Center with the aim of destroying the device.
- 2010 A new rumor that this invention was somewhere near of Tunisian, did begin the revolts.
- 2012 From a desk, an anonymous artist creates this device
-35,000 A.C. The same artist destroys it.
The Brothers
LOST LETTER TO FRANZ KAFKA ©
In response to a letter written by Kafka that disappeared before being confiscated by the Gestapo. (Sanatorium Dr. Hoffman, Kierling, 1932)
Walk with eyes, You has crossed the border. Admirable by her part, but I warn you, what you purports is dangerous. Your only fear to the known drags you to unexplored places of the mind. Nobody knows what you thought, friend, so just because nobody to found a sense of their purpose. I not feel knocked out, as you must know. I am the weaver of threads feared. You are now in my hands, should not leave this to my choice, did not know me well enough, even I almost not could stop to build or destroy on my mind.
But I let you go, friend.
To Mr. Kafka, signed, “the patient from the stretcher next door”.
The Brothers
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