ARCH 3 CHPT 3

“…it’s each one teach one…”

28 Nov 2019, 10:26pm

Distrito Nove, Favela

Brasilia, Brazil

Mama ‘Berta taught Bander how to make her competition winning meringue recipe today…
…and to dance merengue her way.

Bander broods on that in the pitch black.

{She shares what she likes and knows others will value and appreciate as well.  She has charisma}

She knows how to add that extra step, that extra something something that fills voids he didn’t even know was missing.  Can’t explain it.  It can only be identified and enjoyed as immensely satisfying after the facts.

{what can we call that…   ….connection?  naw, too vague…   …intimate blessings?  Naw, too sensual…    Sht. 
How the fk do you express complex emotions like that outside of sharing the whole experience like a chapter and hoping the inference is enough to deliver}

He was feeling it.  He admired her because she was a good teacher. 
Despite all things considered she has been brutally honest.  Transparent.    …supportive.
This made her wise.  Trustworthy.

Sweet.

Bander is restless in his pimped out canopy bed.
Tiny scavenged fan clinging on his frame running off a small solar generator keeping his air space circulating.
Mosquito netting doing it’s job, he’s comfortable.

Locked in in this dark abyss; this tiny room for two.
Trying to find sleep with a hand under his head.

His body is yelling at him that he is tired.
To turn the lights off up there.
Today was a good day.  It was eventful.
What more do you want?  What’s left?
He tries to look into what’s wrong with him then.
Want’s to sleep.  Want’s to tuck in and rest.  Can’t.

So he recaps further.

Sometimes Pepe swings by to eat with them.

A few months back, while making him do the dishes, Bander noted that Mama ‘Berta never included Pagpag in her cooking plans, and he would step out to smoke or run errands around these times.

Mama ‘Berta cooked good, Bander knew he was learning from the best.
Given his severance from the internet, and literal hostage situation, he became particularly sensitive and appreciative to survive and thrive apprenticeships.  Relationships.
He concludes he admires people with wisdom.
And mutual trust is most important.  Critical.

Pepe had dropped by today to show off the progress on his new revolutionary business idea that would milk money away from the tourists and assist the familias surrounding them.  {Pepe is a big vision warrior, his fkn art competes.  He’s not far from going live with it.  He has other kids working with him already despite challenges}

Bander had been working with him for some time now in how to use the virtual over reality action camera he had stolen from him.  Bander would teach him one thing, Pepe would turn that lesson into 3 things on the camera that Bander didn’t even know it could do when Pepe showed back up, usually a few days later.

{Fk it, he can keep it.  For all intents and purposes that gopro was custom made for this little mf.  The whole fkn company and that cointra 501st chip was created just so that tech would end up in this kid’s hands.  Everything, including me, we’re just a timeline actors on some bizzare destiny sht.  This little bandolero went beyond what I would be willing to use this machine for and he was going big and going home with it}

Pepe had programmed and edited automatic augmented reality visuals over the most touristy of the favela streets he personally walked around and recorded time and time again.  He then went in and overlayed some advanced show/hide pre-edits he crammed in on the touchscreen capable GUI.  Eventually, he found out how to use the outdated AI software to machine learn his processes and intents to advance him even further and mix the editing with immediate overview overlays, making the experience seamless, as if everything was live.

Bander got to check it out for himself through the pre-recordings.
If the problem was you needing to navigate from point A to point B in a place you did not know, or you just wanted to explore it, you simply put your phone camera up and there would be a list of options allowing for directions, translations and information over whatever is visible on your personal screen.

Camera goes up.  Software goes up.  The scene is in front of you.  New semi-interactive worlds pop up as you move.  Guiding you to answers to your questions.  Hand holding you on your wants and needs.  Making it easy.  Seamless.  No need to think about it.

Because they couldn’t use tax controlled apps, the software was being run on a usb that connects to a phone through an adapter.  Pepes peers in his new familia were working on making it more accessible through a webpage, adding a downloadable link from that page that looks like an app emoji on the main screen. 
This is how they figured out how to tailor it to the plebs and their predictable phone routines and behaviors, making it more likely to catch on.

Words and names and letters in the environment were automatically translated by an over filter pop-up, including sign language using hand emoji symbols on a loop.

He made paths show up showing you where to walk with little checkpoints of interest as you walked if you had preset some preferences.  {the marketing sector would be all over this}

As extra touches, Pepe had added ghost guides with different actors he had pre-recorded to show up at some checkpoints as informational or historical points of interest.
{…this kid made interactive NPCs over the real world.  Some of those NPC are real historical figures or even real people from around here.  He even added himself at one poin, said this made him immortal now.  Fkn ace.  He took that camera and made his own version of pokemon go and the sims on business steroids to add to this dimension.  He’s owning reality and pushing it on his terms to others.  And others will pay him for this.  Others will emulate his ideas…   …he even made little alerts and popups and warnings for common sidewalk tripping areas}

Pepe had included location helping filters with options for hospitals, getting there from the sidewalks outside and also navigating inside their mazes of floors, hallways and compassed wings to get to the different specialty offices within them.  He also had walking map outs and ghost guides crammed in the different city barrios and familia commune areas libraries, kitchens, supplies, entertainment, etc.

Activating the food option would will bring up different labels as path presets, filtering down as you are more selective, such as Native foods having the drop box options of local, Indian, Peruvian, Thai, Vietnamese, Mexican, Chinese, Lebanese, etc.  These were not just restaurants, these were actual people and their houses or common areas where they pre-agreed with Pepe to open themselves up and share their culture and foods with strangers during certain times and certain days.

Next to local foods, he had a dropdown box filter for the imperial food locations; such as French, American manufactured foods, British, Canadian, German, Italian, Portuguese, and Swedish cuisines.  They were all physical restaurants or takeout locations in taxed property areas of Brasilia.

Selecting down on these options makes less and less overlay paths show up. 
Effectively, making a filter down to paths you can take to get to where you want. 
Efficient.  Practical.  Interactive.  Innovative af.

Bander is impressed by Pepes overall resolve in this project.

Pepe had made hand gestures explaining to Bander that what he’s done is nothing so far, it ain’t sht, he wants to take it further.  He wants to be able to put a link-chip on books or tools to give the familias active tracking on each other and each others tools and books and bikes and houses and buildings.  This would assist all the different libraries and community centers that were being built. 

Pepe insists that this way, nothing and nobody will ever get lost and misunderstandings do not become tragedies.  It helps solve communication and ignorance problems.
Pepe made clear that he didn’t think he could change the world, but he guarantees that he will spark the brain that will change the world. 

{Pepe’s got barz…    …it’s a masterpiece what this kid is creating.  Innovative as fk.  It adds value and convenience to the next level.  This could be used in hospitals to find eloped patients.  Used in warehouses to find inventory.  Used by everybody to find their car keys…  … parents find their kids and kids find their parents in a mall…    …Can be used by football teams in their helmets to coordinate plays with HUDs.  Can be used by military to coordinate attacks with HUDs.  Can be used by me to find familia members nearby who speak English or are wing-suiters. 
Sht, no limits here.  It’s a domino idea.  He might just change the fkn world, I fkn believe it.  Fkn pepe is rocking it}

Bander was growing to be a better communicator.  From words to body language. 
He could speak better Brazilian, and was able to communicate with Pepe’s made up sign language.

{Pepe was a problem solver.  A go getter.  A real comedian}

Pepe had made Bander laugh hard today, really hit him with the real.
Mama ‘Berta didn’t get it.

Pepe had showed his accomplishment to Bander proudly.  Confidently. 
Signed to Bander that Pepe owns reality now.  Pepe had given him look at me, I’m the captain now v eyes. 
{The fkn simplicity of it.  You own reality.  You own the environment.  You own the rules.  Then you are the captain.  Brilliant.  Took me years to get a feel for that, and this fkn chump rubs it in my face popping his ridiculous little squat over his top of the line laptop…       …I miss that laptop}

Pepe always holds up his end up of the bargain and hooks Bander up with things from Tim Hortons menu from the city.  Bander was able to enjoy both Mama ‘Berta Meringue and a chocolate chunk cookie.

{It was a fkn luxury today…   …fk is wrong with me.  why can’t I fkn sleep.  Mf Pagpag isn’t even blasting his fkn hip-hop like he usually does, he blacked out from drinking too much today.  He does that from time to time}

Bander moves on to think about the community. 
The society around him. 
And his place in it. 

He has been burning his skin and clothes welding as his go-to labor.  Sometimes signs up to be a community cook.  He is sought after from time to time for giving advise and input here and there to things people feel he might know how to help with.  Ranging usually from basic metal work, painting, and skateboarding questions and some basic editing and computer issues.  From time to time, inquiries regarding business strategy and complex financial related questions, tricks, contracts, loopholes, and psycho-social money behaviors and rule analyzing popped up.  He enjoyed it when those problems found their way to him.  Found it intriguing. 
It’s where he felt he had more know how than others, a niche not many others could fill. 
Made him feel special.

Bander has been building parks.  Gardens.  Libraries of all kinds.  Book libraries.  Tool libraries.  Material libraries.  Clothing libraries.  Movie libraries.  Music libraries.  {Theres a fkn library for everything…   …and it’s fkn working for them.  …it checks out.  My time isn’t being wasted…   …I go to these same buildings later on and they know I was part of this.  Am always treated well with appreciation, food, clothes, coffee, hugs and handshakes and offers of reciprocation and support…    …the last one was using 3d printing theme and they insisted I print a 3d obj for myself and to come back anytime…    …the lady there, Lourdes, suggested I get myself two bad ass damarosacraft jewelry boxes with wooden-plastic filament…    …Sht came out tight, it was different.  Unique.  Lot of art and intent went into it and didn’t realize it until I felt it in my hand.  .  A little something something for Mama ‘Berta, just have to wait on a special occasion.  Got another box as a backup, just in case Mosa comes back or something.  Going to put a note in that one.  Like, I’m not the same person as before please let me go now or something.  Harder to hit someone who does sht like that.  Draw a puppy face on it if you fkn have to.  Can’t think of sht else.  Fk, I hope she doesn’t come back and they let me go or something…} 

Bander quickly jumps off thinking about Mosa and his enslavement, and gets back to thinking about the happenings around his prison.

The hydroponic and aquaponic centers were legit.  They were producing tons of food in limited vertical space.

Bander had worked on the metal shelves himself, making some custom frames and employing the quick Pagpag corner connector fast build techniques.
{These food buildings are all blessings, answers to prayers…     …and I’m part of it.  They respect me here.  If I disappeared, they would likely feel it.  Us builders put our names on the walls, sign off on it as artists and stamps of quality, confidence and approval.  Anything goes wrong, they know who fkd up.  If anything looks better than standard, they know who hooked it up. 
They would hurt for me, even if for a little bit, and that feels like relief.
…if they…   or even these buildings…   were to be commandeered or damaged…    …that would hurt me}

Bander passes his hand over his liver cage. 
Mosa had subjected him to that taste of ultra violence months back and that was not a world he ever wanted to return to. 
His hand rubs over this spot, sharing it’s own memories of the event, his own hands had tried to keep his body together as he had ran uphill and made his way to district 9 in the rain for what feels like years ago.
Ruptured liver, broken ribs.  
He was feeling much better. 
Our bodies and communities have always been our best doctors.

Mama ‘Berta and Pagpag had taken him to a local hero that day, Mr. Faria.

Bander had come in a hot mess, a bloody disgusting mess and broken.
Mister Faria didn’t know him but provided the best treatment he could have possibly gotten anywhere else on earth.
Bander would go back to him anyday of anyyear with anyinjury. 

Mister Faria didn’t care at all for the sht pants and blood fkn his house up when Bander was brought in. 
Mister Faria didn’t ask Bander to sign a non-disclosure, liability releasing mediation agreement before getting into the fray.  Dr. Faria stopped the bleeding, stopped the pain, helped the breathing and treated for shock.  
After that and stabilizing Bander, the three of them helped clean Bander up.
Once Bander was treated for his injuries, cleaned, and passed out.
The three of them cleaned Dr. Farias house.

After then, he was always mindful of him.  Mister Faria visited at times at Mama ‘Bertas house, or asked him how he was recovering if he bumped into him outside. 
Hooked him up with some meds for sleep as well, he understood Pagpag is not the quietest nor most considerate cellmate ever.  Bander never paid this guy a cent.  {Pedro Faria…   …moved here from area between Manguinho and Jacarezinho Favela…    …aka the gaza strip…     …another name I’ll never forget}

Bander had also helped build the community health teaching and emergency care clinic for the Familia Faria started.  It is one of the few familias to get over 100 members in it, keeping it self-reliant, organized and effective. 
Anybody, any age, from anywhere can go there to either care for others or learn to care for others.  {fkn doctor warrior has a bad ass health center place..   …and his motorcycle is bad ass also…    …I was part of building some centers for him and other familias around here, I did good in reciprocating here…    …why do I feel like I still failed to pay him back} 

The emergency title in the clinic was not an organizational label, it was a priority symbol. 
The coach was not just a degreed doctor, but a known fighter, proficient barber and firm believer in social determinants of health and spreading the message in cleaning up the immediate environment around them.  Everybody knew him as a doctor, because healing is what he did.

His clinics were emulated by other familias and were already starting to comfort and save lives.  Some people from the taxed-lands, as the familias have starting calling them, were starting to come into the favelas for help.   Shelter.  Food.  Medical Care.  Community.  

The labor sucks, but has been manageable for Bander.  {we take turns on projects.  Trust each other in communicating expectations.  We identify something that looks stupid or unsafe and it gets fixed, no mandatory expectations or else.  Just peer pressure, curiosity, boredom and other fascinations pushing us together.  At the end of the day, if you don’t want to be there, if you don’t want to participate, you don’t have to.  nobody wants anybody there who does not want to be there…       …actually, another angle they have been using is that anybody can leave any familia, especially if they are not working together on their wants and needs…    …familias that don’t work together, don’t survive…   …These guys are not letting me leave.  No familia can force each other to stay…      …yeah, I got this unique situation, maybe not something I want to be shouting out here, but still.  It will be something they have to talk about…   …they will have to deal with it.  And if anybody can protect him from Mosa, it would be the familias being aware of the situation}

 

Bander starts contemplating the security and justice system in his environment.
He contemplates the jurisprudence and logic of it.

  {…Pagpag had brought it up before, we don’t have a solid solution for both security nor how to resolve a murder or rapist problem…    …and that itself is a major problems….  crime isn’t really a major threat here, everybody knows each other to closely to risk their social capital and they have made fighting desperation and poverty conditions a priority to address…   …their justice system isn’t bad, no matter what, worst comes to worst, their own justice system within these familias might protect me from Mosa…    …That’s right.  Mosa has not been here.  Mosa doesn’t know about all of these changes and she could not have possibly foreseen this in her kidnapping me plans} 

For the moment, familias seem to agree that any escalated issue, case or story has to be heard by everyone, and anybody can ask questions and help collect evidence and fill in any gaps and produce a final version together before jumping to conclusions.  In this system, everyone discusses.  Victims have the heaviest voice, the direct familias have a second voice, all other familias anywhere have a third voice if they are in any way involved.  The offendor has the last voice…   Censorship is not allowed, everyone has a voice.   Lies, exaggerations, baseless opinions and all other non-truths are weeded out religiously…    … Being locked in did not mean you were censored.  Anybody in the community could access an offendor in holding.

They had one offendor so far in district 9.  They held him in a transparent room in the center of a main community area.  He was another senior sex-tourist from the taxedlands.  The victim was a minor.  The offendor was allowed to speak.  Allowed to share his bullshit story.  Also allowed to share his truthful story.  He was allowed to give his explanations and reasonings.  And then was starved to death.  No one in the community kept him alive, even though anyone could have fed him…   …this was a real life dilemma to the familias…     …and the question always lingered to them, and was presented by the victim at some point, perpetually haunting them, what would have been a better solution.

The familias only consolidation was that at least they took responsibility for their own security and problem, and had control over the resolutions…    …This system was still better than the taxed world system.  The outside system where the lawyers and judges and media, not the community, controlled the narrative and conclusion.  Affluenza defenses don’t fly here.  Corporate entities aren’t people here.

{familias have been on the ball building environments and relationships. 
The quality of everything and everybody around them were being dramatically lifted}

The social deviants and social justice warriors were working towards solving problems left and right. 
Night and day.  Tirelessly.
The air were cleaner, the streets were cleaner.
There was hope and future here.

{Mama ‘Berta swears that the kitchen is the most important socio-educational place on earth.  It has extreme temperatures and chemistries that require extreme and niche tools and materials.  And its always solving problems.  Relationship problems.  Depression and anxiety problems.  Societal problems.  Mathematical problems.  Physical problems.  Physics problems.  The heart of society beats around the kitchen.  If you control the kitchen, you control the house.  If the house shares the kitchen, the house can feed the world…    …She and Chef ‘Berto and another son I’ve never seen came from Venezuela to find work here.  When their life savings ran out and their restaurant business failed from scams and citizenry barriers.  They couldn’t afford to keep paying the lawyers and taxes, they were forced to into district 9 together. Outcasted by the taxlanders.  Nonetheless, her philosophy was also her business strategy.  Her cooking pays in a gold and dollar economy.  It also pays in a social capital economy} 
Bander swears she is a master survivor.

There was starting to circulate different strategies for food preservation and preparation. 
Food was precious energy and nutrition; they prioritized it as essential to survive. 
Making food taste good and sharing with others was how they thrived.  The goal was universal food security. 
No moneys here.  No ownership of it.  It was a social necessity.

They smoked food wherever they could.  Sun dried it in other spaces.  Canned foods in other familias.  Other areas used lard.  They were honing the techniques of salting their meats.  They were comfortable making pemmican out of their hunts.  They reconverted lands that used to be for cattle and slaughter houses.  They hunted instead, to hone in their teamwork skills, death tools and strategies around them, and balance out the meat cycle.  To be more humane about it.

They upcycled plastic bottles into beehomes around jungles and gardens, intending their honey harvests to be less invasive and mutually beneficial in the man-bee relationship cycle.
To be more humane about it.

Freeze dryers were being supplied to community kitchens to freeze dry food around the clock; preserving fruits and vegetables and meals to save from spoilage and creating the bestest snacks. 

Reserve food warehouses were being stuffed for local use, and excess was traded with more distant familias in exchange for other foods or materials or support.  This was being multiplied.  Momentum was being built.

It’s alive out here.

Bander keeps reflecting on the happenings.

He had noted a discarded pile of bic lighters were being collected and recycle by a one person familia.  From the endless pile of bic lighters the flint, springs, and wheels were being separated, sorted, and either stored, repurposes or melted.  Dude just worked on it as a niche and other people followed suit and style.

Little innovations were popping up everywhere.  Another rando used her corn grinder to turn glass into glass sand.  Another rando took Styrofoam piles and dipped it into acetone or gasoline and turned it into glue.  Some other familias modified the recipes and turned this polyurethane into a makeshift epoxy flooring and sealant on concrete.  They stored it any of the endless 5 gallon paint buckets out there.

Other people were making their own activated carbon and charcoal.
Another group of teenagers in a familia copied a technique from a Kenyan company, and were able to make coal briquettes from human waste.  Another group were using these coals to try to get a mini custom build steam turbine engine going for household electricity using their own household waste and possibly community sludge.

Folks were turning cooking oil and kitchen grease into diesel. 
A special white paint was introduced that made painted surfaces lower than ambient temperature, increasing the temperature and comfort of homes and communal areas.
Old Fans and car generators were repurposed as wind power generators and miniature hydro plants. 
Wirtz pumps and ram pumps were common place, elevating and pumping and supplying familias with water with no electricity involved.  

These waters were ran through plastic containers holding gravel, sand, activated charcoal filters, water was prioritized to being clean and potable..
One way tesla valves were popping up. 

Bander had to make a double take and stayed watching for hours a local builder team who solved the problem of moving cement up to further floors.  He was using a Mr Olds elevator that he learned from an Australian who was visiting a familia from another favela.

{there’s already Archimedes screws here being used for water projects, but this one was made into a reverse Archimedes screw.  Pagpag was with him that day.  When Pagpag heard the Australian demming was in another district, he spoke to some people and took Bander to go visit the next day.  Breaking the rules for the second time of not leaving district 9.  …Bander was able to connect with the Australian himself and learn more about how he came about with this innovative solution.  This particular one hit a spot, why…    …even Pagpag noticed something here.  What does this mean…}

Bander moves on to think over the energy situation here.

Some familias secured generators of all kinds.  They brought them to community areas and shared what they learned from reverse engineering them.  All kinds of generators were being brought in and dissected.  And new generators were being experimented with.  The competition was to secure a high energy/high efficiency/low maintenance energy source.  It needed to have accessible materials and handle the electrical needs of individual familias and those of up to 150.

They were experimenting with iron-air batteries in one area. 
A local dudette in another area took copper heat pipe bars and wrapped it around like a compact spring 2 meters high.  Put it in a 50 gallon drum with sand covering half the pipe.  She then covered the whole thing in a glass container, experimenting on trapping and retaining heat power for as high and as long as possible to convert it into electricity and steam power.  Her friend, and not so secret admirer from another familia, was trying to match this concept to a sterling engine running a bicycle wheel, to advance these goals asap. 

Everyone was on an electricity race and supporting those groups.  Carbon zinc batteries were being made locally.  Lead acid batteries.  Graphene batteries…   … they would have got into diamond batteries and micro atomic generators if the materials and logistics were not under taxland control. 

Battery innovations, energy storage and transfer innovations, were high on their priroirty list.
Now that they were not starving for the next clean meal, they were starving for that clean accessible free energy.

A revolutionary strategy. 

Electricity that will power the tools that will build the independent communities and the pleasant creature comforts that come after.  

The synergy all throughout here was not doubled.  Synergy of vibrations quadriple when in tune.  Bander was humbled by the innovators around him.  Inspired.  Competitive.  He thought it would be easy to compete, but he needs something big, because he is feeling small in this environment around him.  Dwarfed by artists and giants and he can’t even use his kidnapping and lack of money as an excuse.

He continues to think about the environment he is in, the life he is living, what are the next steps, why can’t he sleep.

He recalls there were trash metals and coca cola cans everywhere. 
A familia of 4 nearby took their welding machines with carbon rods and within a small fire brick cutout they turned all kinds of perennial trash metals into instant puddles and poured into ingot molds.  These ingots were then placed into a material libraries for to feed any community projects or support other like minded communities in need of metals.  He had tried this himself with his equipment, it worked just the way they had taught him. 
He even melted glass.  He had a hard time securing a fire brick before that though.
{…Fire bricks..   …fire bricks.  Insulation.  He had left the fire bricks in the kitchen when he was done.  Mama ‘Berta uses them to put her hot cast iron pans from the oven}

Something was missing and it was gnawing at Bander somewhere in the back of his mind. 
Something was saying that there is still a big problem that has to be resolved. 
That there something he needed to do.

{Fkn epiphany.  That’s it.  That’s the next angle.  Insulations, moldings, something light, accessible, and versatile.  This is it.  This is a critical idea.  Have to wake this mf up and tell him the game plan.  Fk waiting.  The threat of getting raided is real and this sht might help with that also.  This can’t fkn wait}

Bander open up his shower curtain privacy screen from his bed canopy.

“Pagpag.  Hey, Pagpag.  Wake up man”

Pagpag was passed out drunk.

“POPO PORCOS, PATRULLA WHOOT WHOOT YO!”

Pagpag sat up immediately, reflexively, disorientated.

“falla! Quantos há? ” [Pagpag habits sleeping with his clothes on, he jams his socks on as he gets ready for his boots”

“slow down slow down.  Calma.  I need you awake right now.  Listen pagpag.  I have something, I need your attention.  This is big, it can help.”

Pagpag replies relived, annoyed, getting angry. 
“Graaauuuuuuuuuurghhhh…        …asshole demming mf sht head face.  It wait.  Wait tomorrow.  It wait mang.  Pagpag cruuuuunk now”

Pagpag starts to ease back into his rest, cussing this dumbass out for interrupting a good dream he was fantasizing about and was thoroughly enjoying.

“You want thugs mansion or not?!  I’m trying to advance the big picture here mf, you a gangsta or a lazy drunk, make your fkn mind up!”

Pagpag sat up and took sobering seriously;  “Okay okay mang, We get the board.  This has to be good. 
The Demming mang say Thugs mansion.  Okay.  Show me.  Show me and we go.”

Pagpag unlocked their room to access the living room.

Bander turns on the light and goes to the white board and starts erasing the previous content off and returning the flat panel back to it’s blank slate.

He starts doing some drawings, matching concepts and thoughts together in simple pictures and simple forms.

Pagpag puts some Colombian coffee on to roast for the two of them.

Some perico to wake up a bit.

Pagpag joins in.  Bander gets to it.

“So!  Yeah, I had a specialist personally build me a few earthships around the world.
It’s a small home that is completely self-sufficient.  Cool right?  Well, problem for everyone is that the world is always changing.  Economies change, weather changes, places come and go.  Earthships have a lot of good things going on, but they ain’t fkn portable.  If you want homes for everyone, they have to be built fast and easy with accessible materials and…   …something we have not been doing, we have not been keeping portability in mind.
Being able to relocate with your home, equipment, etc, that’s major logistical moves made easier if everybody had a earthhome wagon thing going on.   Okay, okay, don’t want to lose you here.  Lets not get ahead of ourselves.  Check it out.  Aircrete.  Okay, okay.  Look.  So.  For my location in Puerto Rico the earthship was made with aircrete.  Arizona also.  You know what aircrete is?  Has you fkd with aircrete before Pagpag?”

Pagpag shakes his head no.

Well get familiar with it fast.  It’s cement and bubbles mixed together.  Fkn cement-and-bubbles-mixed together.  It’s Lightweight, that is good.  Accessible, you just gotta mix cement and bubbles, hard to not get the fkn concept.  It’s rot proof, pest proof, mold proof.  Doesn’t smell, not toxic…    Its moldable, fkn recyclable and repurposable.  Here’s where it really fkn matters pagpag.  It’s got insulation like a mf.  It keeps hot hot, it keeps cold cold, and it keeps hot and cold separate, it’s fkn critical for comfort, staying dry, staying homely.  Fk it, it keeps noise out also, I like that part, that part is good.

Using this there’s a lot of things we can do.  This will improve our incinerator’s max temps and durability.  Hook it up to the same bouncy house blower we been using for the 50 gallon oil drums…   …just replace the oil drum incinerators with this.  This will last longer.  Put it over the zinc roofs, this will keep the heat off.

Look, it’s non weight loading, that’s where metal and plastic beams or whatever come in. 
Point of it all is, it’s like, really effective cement that can do a lot if you put your mind to it.

Pagpag nods in halfway understanding.  He is starting to put the potential of it together.

This can make Pizza oven yeah?  Lightweight pizza oven, like, as possible mang?

“Yes!  Good, you fkn get it, lets bring it home then.

We gotta get everyone remotely curious to try it out.  We need different mf coca cola recipes for aircrete and there’s no fkn way we can do it by ourselves.  We need aircrete of different kinds, and we need to push on what it can and can’t do.  How much water, how much bubbles, what else can we add to it.  This sht can literally use trash as gravel just like we were doing with the cement.  Look, I’m talking ratios, proportions, weights..   …how fkn high above sea level are we and how does that affect the mixes.  We need a competition on this shit asap. 
One week, just everybody get to cooking and working on this and getting a feel for it.  Week two, we take the top recipes and start field testing them.  By the end of the month, we should have a few aircrete formulas that can really push this sht we doing out here forward.  Faster and safer.

“so, how Thug mansion?”

We get this pagpag.  We find a way to make this work, we can use the corner frames and fast build shipping container sized homes.  The aircrete is the fkn walls.  Put them on trailer hitches you got an extremely portable home.  Make the home aircrete boxes shipping container sizes, and you have an international home. 
One home for everybody means one home for everybody, and this will get us there mf if that is what you want.  This puts a dent on homelessness AND assists in waste management with the fkn incinderators…   ….and pizza ovens and sht you see that, you feel me?  Prefab aircrete mobile homes for everyone Pagpag…   that’s power, that’s independence, that’s shelter and safery and hey.   Hey Pagpag, you listening.

Pagpag sips his coffee, eyes wide awake, imagining what this material could do.  Imagining cement shipping container sized boxes, but lightweight and with controlled environments.  They could put things in these containers.  Homes, yes, but also tools, food, weapons, mushrooms, vehicles.  And portable, so can relocate fast if needed rather than always have to stand ground and fight back.  Can retreat.  Protect.  Take everything that matters, people and equipment, survive as a caravan if have to.  Have option not to fight, or come back later.  That is power, to move together with your community software and hardware.

Hey, get some cement, get your shaving crème, mix that sht up in different ways, write down the fkn process and results.  I’m going to whip some fkn meringue up and cement the sht out of that too and see what happens….    …did you know that egg shells is a cement ingred-   never mind that.  I mean sht, you heard of oobleck before Pagpag?  We gonna find a way to mix that sht in here to, fk it, this is…     you ready to learn the taguchi method of doing sht bro?   [Bander slows himself down, he had been pointing at the board and pacing and hand gesturing all over the place]

“Hold up.  Pagpag.  Check this out.
One of the Puerto Rican builders on my earthship there had said this sht’s good for drive bys, it’s practically bullet proof.  If he wasn’t fkn joking..   …we test this shit out for that too.  But if that mf wasn’t joking, then you know what that fkn means right man?

Pagpag nods, eyes slightly teary, pumped up and ready to roll, holding his tiny coffee cup in his beefy hands.

“Thugs mansion mang”

Fkn right there Pagpag, fkn thugs mansion.  And other sht.  Thug mansion furniture and accessories as well.
Hey, remember that familia up the block that was using sand as mold for aluminum melts?  I think aircrete can replace that technique as a mold.  A good recipe of aircrete should be able to handle it.  We just gotta get on this.

They both look at each other.
Keep looking at each other.

Bander takes a sip of his coffee.

Pagpag breaks the silence.

“I know cement guy.  We wake him up now”