The fall of Crick 14, part III (27th of January 2013)
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There it was by no means the end of the letter written by Borgio Tittus, but it must had already sounded boring to all
except to ac. hist. Twen. Who is, anyway, interested in
hundred years old problems of a mushroom researcher dead for fifty years? But, for Twen it was a treasure chest, a piece of
information which gave live and meaning to names and brief technical and financial reports - to understand the letter of
ac. fung. Tittus, one needed to understand Crick 14, at least to the extent Twen understood it.
Crick 14 formed on the wave of cognitive revolution in science, in times when the greatest minds of humankind began to comprehend
that nothing of what they considered to be foundations of universe really exists, at least not in some specific way
anywhere else except in their heads. The first theory on LSD-induced wormholes in space-time was much madder than quantum
mechanics because, not only it wasn't ashamed of the idea that "true" space does not in fact exist, but it used the idea to
found the theory on it. And the way forward from there was straight. In less than fifty years, the knowledge from physics,
chemistry, neuroscience, psychology, biology, medicine, ... was merged and mixed irreversibly. And in those fifty years of new
renaissance the humankind finally understood that money does not really exist, that there are only things worth thinking
about in the interval of consciousness each of us was given.
And in that swift of excitement was Crick 14 built. Its primary task was a study of kvittocibin mushroom which could be
grown exclusively in gravity-free environment. More exactly, only when they were grown in a gravity-free environment was their
chemical composition sufficiently controllable for the needs of precise intervention in the tissue of space-time continuum.
But, no scientific top-shot wanted really to go to this weightless nowhereland so that the scientific team of Crick 14
was quite modest, already from its beginnings. It consisted mostly of mediocrities who could dream their inflated dreams
of personal grandeur only cut off from the "real" world, although the "real" world did not, of course, exist at all. The need
to prove their mediocrity and impose it to other mediocrities metastased in time in the isolated surrounding of Crick, it
grew to become a whole micro-culture, history and mythology which each of the original members of the station told in a
different way - the one in which only her/him was righteous and deserving credit for the survival of Crick in the past
50 years. To great misfortune of the generations which will come to Crick just before its fall, the mushroom science of
Crick did not follow the growth of its mythology.
A young and optimistic first team of the station turned in time to a group of people who hated each other from the
guts, and yet, without each other they had no meaning whatsoever because their only world was the world of Crick 14. Many
of them came to understand that only when their time for honorable retirement came and when they collided with their own
confined existence. From that collision the fall of Crick 14 started.
Twen had not much success in finding about the founders of Crick, the legendary homosexual couple of mushroom floaters who
were able to make spectacular shows out of the most modest earthly mushrooms. That is what they did in the beginning -
performing as a circus pair who made their fame in metro-cities of Istrrunia by tearing the supra-railways of
public transportation, bending the traffic lights and opening portals between eastern and western suburbs. In time, their
fame grew, and with their acceptance to the Academy of Universal Science of Istrrunia, their expanded political influence
enabled the affirmation of mushroom science and construction of the station.
Of the pair of founders, Twen found out the most from the personal notes of ac. fung. Zebris who boasted with his
unselfish care for them. Zebris kept in his private archive the letters of gratitude written by old and weak floaters
and sent to him while he was the governing supervisor of the station, and that was the proof of his endless kindness which
he utilized to build a legend about his connection to the founders. He, in fact, view the station as the possession he
inherited - in his construction of reality it looked completely founded. This construction of his must have been
strengthened by his long-year supervising of the station.
An interesting piece of information regarding Doromir Zebris was found by ac. hist. Twen in a personal archive of
ac. fung. Uvlaes Zuletty. Namely, in years before the fall of Crick, when ac. fung. Tittus begun his fruitless struggle
to save the station, ac. fung. Zebris generously offered him help in the conflict with governing supervisor Rennaal.
Not understanding completely all the madness of Crick, Borgio, accompanied by ac. fung. Zuletty, met with him two times
for kvitto-beer. But after the second conversation, when ac. fung. Zebris with sparkling eyes spoke about all mistakes of
ac. fung. Rennaal and how he did everything much better than him, and especially after he, while describing the problems of
"generation conflict", shouted "I would crush you all, crush, crush, crrrrrrrushhhhh !", Borgio sadly told to
ac. fung. Zuletty how naive he was. It may be that it was the first time he thought that Crick was doomed.
Doromir Zebris of course was not the only one who claimed Crick - the cold Crick in fifty years since its beginning turned into
a true battlefield, a copy of the middle-age Europe with small duchies, kingdoms, papal states and free territories and the
corresponding dukes, queens, and free peasants. Each of them was a legend in his own head and each of them thought that she/he should
command the others. It should be, frankly, noted that this specific and very deranged situation on Crick was certainly contributed
by the atmosphere full of kvittocibin - there were namely such day when the air filters would congest and when mushroom researchers of
Crick did nothing else but cluck, roar, or produce subsonic sounds which trembled the walls. In present time, when noone knows anymore
about side effects of uncontrolled consumamtion of kvittocibin, this may sound funny, but to scientists of Crick, those days were
often the turning points, the times in which pacts were made and wars announced by cock-a-doodle-doos and oinks.
Everyone on Crick did the best science and everyone's mushroom module was the most important for Crick 14. The others were always
working on insignificant problems, on something which would not pass even in the most distant territories of Trbitta, on a
provincial science which was of interest to noone but to its authors. From a huge quantity of data he analyzed, ac. hist. Twen
concluded that nothing ever done on Crick looked as even remotely serious mushroom science. Those were all research situated on
the end of ends and edge of edges, and the only thing which kept Crick alive were regular monthly dispatches of refined
kvittociobin to much better institutes on Earth. Everyone who was worth anything left Crick after at most five years of inhaling
the kvittocibin mold. The remaining dukes and Napoleons would tear his piece of territory and made sure that no word is ever
said about him. It was the unwritten rule of the cannibal mushroom scientists.
In the years of trench warfare and telling the untrue legends, Crick turned into an insane asylum - to uninformed observers it
may have even looked like a research institute, but those who were sucked into its acid womb were either digested or spat out in a
completely unrecognizable state. Ac. fung. Borgio Tittus understood all the sedimented madness of Crick, unfortunately, quite
late. In a letter he wrote to his younger colleagues, he said:
To be continued ...
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