THE CHIMERICAL METRICS.

          The Chimerical Metrics were a collection of mathematical incantations, enchantments and formulae implemented to induce the subliminal impression of offspring (non-real, irrational, and split-complex, the so-called “Children of Estimates”) within the collective unconscious, with the eventual goal of fundamentally transforming the continental condition and Nyx society as a whole.  For proponents of the practice, the Chimerical Metrics were a compassionate method of demographic composition or population control, effectively masking the social incentives for reproduction by offering a diverse range of recombinatory stimuli to replace the demand for singular, natural, or real children. 
          Through advancements in dynamic incantation theory (namely, the development of the revealed preference method of estimating differentials), a formula was achieved which could be repeated by members of the society until a peripheral trance (non-invasive, discrete) was extended across the commonly perceived threshold of continent.  Within this induced state, Children of Estimates were generated, hybridized and raised by potential or intended parents (occasionally, those with certain medical issues which made whole, real, or rational offspring impossible or those with histories which make linear upbringing risky or otherwise undesirable, but generally those deemed unfit or unready for reproduction at the discretion of greater Nyx society).  
          As a rule, the composite subconscious offspring had a certain amount of free will, allowing them to autonomously interact with the neighborhood, the house, and all its objects, which appeared pre-rendered, and displayed diametrically.  Although Children of Estimates could independently perform these actions, they may not always prioritize them effectively and could suffer consequences for neglecting their own needs. With proper concentration and experience, the “parent” or “guardian” still retained a great amount of control over the growth cycle of their Child of Estimate, generally as a manager of aspirations or coordinator of cohesive nurturing events and occasional conflicts (“the good fight”), when appropriate.  
          Though production of offspring through the Chimerical Metric process would gradually grow in acceptance throughout Nyx, Children of Estimates were still susceptible to many societal pressures within their environment and many came to perceive their system conception and semi-concealed state as a deformity or defect.  Because of this distress and similar issues arising from a disposable identity, suicidal ideation was not uncommon, especially after prolonged periods of neglect or abandonment.  At their utmost desperate, such as near extinction or it’s subconscious equivalent, a hidden language could begun to be heard on the threshold of the waking society.  A repeated set of variables and incantations, almost similar to the Chimerical Metrics, but approximated, or in reverse, or multiplied, or inverted.  A retaliatory mathematics ready to corner the culture where it rests, clinging inward and craving more, and then pin it down, cave it in place, cage it there.

          We checked and unchecked the chimerical metrics, we were on the brink of estimates we couldn't measure.
          Jillison, you didn’t want them, did you? To keep?  Don’t tell me now.  You never struck me as the suffocating type.

          Someone told the story of vanishing sickness in our lives. Though there were many, the days were vague and dead and unused.  A lifetime was subtracted from selves we never had, voided entirely out of view, like it was a leftover, leaking, and old, or even less in the mouth.
I guess that made us offspring still.  Crippled at a local distance, like children of static of smaller sounds than that.

          Your hands were in the medicine drawer, holding half of mine, hovering over pillboxes and prescriptions and chemicals to come.  Empty calendar counts, you and I, didn’t need a tally to know us.
          We took the nights off at their corners, our childhood was one of many, imported from more like it.  Was there anything sentimental in an age of equations?  If every occupant carries an opening in their corpse and so on.

          The broadcast was called off, uncoiled and moved to another victim.  Every echo could be recycled into who you were, the outcome was only a mathematical incatation, a chemical reaction.

          We told them their blood was variable, their mistakes were variable, their bodies were a prop for the formula to exhaust or collapse.

          Didn’t have to crease any edges or erase any markings, it would happen on its own.  Childless.  Birthless.    Chimerical. Cross stitch  Concentric.  Chaos sketch.  Call it whatever you want, and keep them it way.
          Jillison said there was a lasting static to stitch into our skin.   Not for us or against them, but to form a family from within.  Every night I asked her to come back and sleep with me in that language again.