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Day 1 in the Season before Chaos   These were the days before the glitch The weather was acutely neurotic, four seasons compressed into one week, then a week of endless rain, then another four seasons compressed into the following week, then the sweltering days that promised summer in November and the carpet of snow that covered the early daffodils The future bionic woman didn’t have a chip incrusted on her cranium yet She had no idea chance was about to randomise her existence She had no idea what the future had in store for her She didn’t know she was going to become a cyborg She didn’t know a quantum leap was about to snatch her up She knew nothing There were no signs foretelling a prolonged holiday from her usual self, just the habitual vicissitudes of climate change and the average sweet and sour twang of global city life   She had made a few adjustments to her life, though   She was ready to start a new phase   On the 28th November 02, she had highlighted the word ‘orgasmic’ from a book about dreams It wasn’t a word she necessarily related to sex or to the feel the advertising industry attaches to the surface of its products It was a word she associated with discovering ecstatic pleasure in unsuspected things, jouissance She had printed the word in Adventure Subtitles N Bold lower-case size font 16, cut out the A4 paper into a third and placed the big note on the wall above her PC:     orgasmic     She wanted to tune into the orgasmic side of life Choose her own parameters Dodge life’s drudgery or at least minimize its impact It would require constant effort and vigilance, it was a juggling act that wouldn’t always be easy Daily mortifications were always around the corner But she now had a new project She had decided to seek out beauty in everyday life In a way, she thought about it as modern life’s heroism, or should we say ‘postmodern’ life’s heroism Deleting urban jungle fallout in one stroke, postponing it, isolating it, absconding from the A to Z   Not