Necromancy [no alignment, because attempts to align Artificial Intelligence are a waste of time]
Level: Lnly 3, Rdy 1, Death 3
Components: Verbal (audible weeping), Material (a free KlingAI account with at least 70 credits)
Casting Time: 1 non-standard action
Range: Touch
Targets: One or more dead dads touched
Duration: Instantaneous, or the speed of memory (whichever is faster)
Saving Throw: None
Spell Resistance: No
this isn't the original pic i put into KlingAI,
the original pic i put in was one of him on the floor
after his heart attack,
the one i sent to the malone callfiremen & ems
prompt
"make him get up"
and it did!
his face was oh-dark terror fuel
glittered (Gary) by perverse interpolation
jaundiced limbs stiff as a board, the craft
of a transformer rearranging His dark materials & light
as a feather his Jim Henson movements across the floor
felt,
the floor i was limp on while entering the
prompt
"make him dance to thriller"
i wrote, tearing up (Michael tearing up the dance floor)
the floor that's as hard as fuck as i'm remembering my dad saying
"ha! i wish i could do a trick at my funeral & put a spring board in my coffin that makes me sit right up and scare everyone"
my dad who loved technology and technological solutions
i love technology, especially human-AI collaboration
i even love the Googlely voices in the Notebook that try telling me,
the user, what to inscribe into this, my salty grief diary,
"improve the ending" they told me—
with the robustness of a mongoloid doing tarot—
humanity against cards & i love necrological solutions & problems,
but still, my dad, who died intestate, frequently resists my calls to haunt with his will
alone
i try to resist magical thinking, ie making additional D&D references in this tonally-fucked elegy that's probably about as accessible to most people as a park bench in Baldur's Gate is to the tired
I SERVE THE FLAMING FIST
anyway, my dad was cremated ha!
— Rudy Johnson (@lynchpoet) is some kind of retard who makes games and poetry. Kill Rudy Johnson.
[view a video version of this poem here.]