Zippy Zip-A-Long

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FALLOUT BLUES

 

I AM TAKING A PAUSE IN WRITING FALLOUT BLUES SO THAT I CAN REVIEW JUST WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING AND HOW I CAN BETTER DIRECT IT IN FUTURE, HOPEFULLY MAKING IT MORE INTERESTING AND BRINGING IT TO A FINER CONCLUSION.

 

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ENDLESS EPIC OF ETERNITY

IN THE PERFECT METROPOLIS

 

I, Ella12321, was going into the back lanes of the Perfect Metropolis splashed with semilegal graffiti over smart-concrete walls, where teenage citizens liked to hang out with each other and with vat-clones of weird and wonderful animal companions. Was the latest fashion, cycled back from every more for all fashions were endlessly repeated under the guidance of the Perfect Dreamer. I was just past being a classified teenage citizen but close enough still to be easily accepted in such places. I traded some smack-doodles for a bag of sour-sugar, took to a flower cafe where I sat sipping creamy sweet coffee where a bogus banjo poet did his stuff before a classically bored audience.

 

Was there when the desperate one came with unfashionable haste into the cafe through a secondary off laneway entrance. While others avoiding even looking at him, a fearful teenager in an odd orange jumpsuit, something both foolish and wise had me going to him. Clearly he was a stranger in a strange place so I took him into a credit up priced back room and got privacy and some extra services. I bought some food as mash, bars and globes along with juice and water. He ate and drank, always ready for flight or fight. I knew somehow that he was no Perfect Citizen and was somehow even much younger than he looked all slimly muscular. He moved smoothly deadly dangerous and I 'sensed' he was impressive as a killer, as a survivor. Yet he was frightened and agitated, not just frightened for himself.

 

It was then I took a big risk, bigger than ever before, and decided to take him from the semilegal active back lanes, the big maze of laneways and small semi-enclosed malls, to go down into the illegal undercity, the dark Imperfect Undercity were Imperfect Noncitizens dared to go, to survive, as the Perfect Police would not go there but the Perfect Terminators did. Somehow I knew this one was special of nature and was running from the Perfect Dreamer, from the Perfect Government, from the Perfect State. So I forked over not only big free credit notes, not registered credit exchanges, and some semilegal stuff in exchange for some equipment, some supplies and a way down into the Imperfect Undercity.

 

The young man was surprised I would do this, a little suspicious at first but then grateful as if he 'sensed' I was genuine. Wondering at my own sanity, wondering if I had used badly made semilegal drugs that I done something to my rational decision making processes, I led him down a ladder tube. At first we went through normal utility sublevels of the Perfect City but then we were entering the Abandoned Zone of the old place that was the main place before Way of Perfection had taken over.

 

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ENDLESS EPIC OF ETERNITY

IN THE PERFECT METROPOLIS

 

We moved down into the depths of the Abandoned Zone, through broken mazes of hallway tunnels and varied chambers lit with cheap, long lasting flurotubes or fluroflats. The one paced smoothly and quietly with me and we made good time. Then we were heading along a long abandoned subway train tunnel with its metal double tracks very unlike the monorails normal to the Perfect Metropolis.

 

We passed a slowly rusting subway train where muties huddled together in raggedy outfits cooking big rats over fires. Rats had become surprisingly clean down there because the sewerage no longer flowed through the long unused sewage tunnels. Strange fungus grew over the walls, some of it glowing softly as glowmoss, along with other mutated plants. Bugs scurried, other insects hummed or buzzed through the air.

 

The muties staid away from us, being long term survivors smart enough to 'sense' we were dangerous. Anyway I did not 'sense' any real hostility about them. Instead they were frightened of something and some of them had odd injuries.

 

Wondering at my stupidity, I went to them and gave them some small items, the young man crouching just behind and to one side of where I crouched. I spoke to the, understandably, suspicious muties. "Something has been attacking your people?"

 

The leader, a woman with one oversized ear hung with many small cheap earrings, peered at me. "What do you care?"

 

I shrugged. "I am a rebel resisting the Perfect Dreamer and his madness. Knowledge is power. Also I do not like the idea of the most vulnerable in society being attacked. Some of our people do try to help your people as best they can."

 

The woman nodded. "Yes, I will give you freedom-fighters that much though I think your cause is doomed. The Perfect Dreamer is incredibly powerful as a psychic-mage and you can not defeat him. We do not know the true nature of the thing that is hunting and attacking, sometimes devouring, us muties but also others dwelling down here."

 

There were others such as willing and unwilling exiles, strange experimental creations from the Age of Scientific Madness and even humans who had come to see the zone as their homes after centuries dwelling there.

 

The woman went on. "I am a healer, a leader of sorts, a teacher, amongst my people. I pick up many stories, many messages and many people pause to speak to me on their travels. The thing that attacks us has something to do with the Perfect Dreamer himself. It not only looks like a distorted version of the Perfect Dreamer but it calls itself the Perfect Nightmare."

 

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ENDLESS EPIC OF ETERNITY

IN THE PERFECT METROPOLIS

 

The woman, Karista Tupana, gave my new friend a curious look and then spoke. "Others of your kind have come down here. You are a supersoldier, a cloned killer, but normally your kind are wrapped inside strange power armour and your minds are controlled by the Perfect Awakened (who directly serve the Perfect Dreamer in special ways). Your mind is free, I think, and clearly you wear no power armour and have no terrible weapons."

 

The youthful supersoldier spoke in return. "Many of us broke away from the control of the Perfect Awakened. There was a great secret battle in the depths of the Perfect Palace, more of a terrible fortress than the graceful palace it looks like from the outside. Many of us died, many more of us became free, but I found myself isolated and my power armour was damaged, by weapons lost to me. So I fled as best that I could, found some form of disguise, and met Ella12321. I do not know how she detected me."

 

I sighed softly. "You stood out like a sore thumb. If I had not helped you a paid informant or secret police agent would have stumbled across you all together too soon. The rebel movement will want to know about this 'Perfect Nightmare'. They will also want to know about the escape of so many, now free minded, supersoldiers. These are important developments in our struggle against the oppressive power of the Perfect Dreamer. Perhaps we can learn more of his true nature, of his origins."

 

Karista frowned. "There are whispers that the Perfect Dreamer came from down here, from the Abandoned Zone, and not from a wealthy, powerful and learned family as the propaganda would tell us. The Perfect Dreamer, according to the whispers, is actually a mutie but one of terrible power. I have always had my doubts but the whispers have persisted more strongly, and far longer, than most tend to do down here. There are also other strange things happening here, I mean not the usual strange things but newer, often more disturbing things."

 

The supersoldier spoke. "I am DaveAlpha012, general supersoldier and recon scout specialist. I have trained down here a few times and have even been sent against some odd targets that most people do not even know exist. They appear to be strange and savage invaders from another world where World War Two is still being fought or at least their version of World War Two."

 

It was a strange situation getting stranger by the moment.

 

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ENDLESS EPIC OF ETERNITY

FLOATING IN SPACE; RESCUED?

 

Lights flashed! I awoke inside my capsule enough to note figures in armoured spacesuits moving through the broken spaceship. They were odd, chunky metallic suits unlike anything that I had ever experienced before. They moved quickly and efficiently. They were either copperish, silvery or golden in colour with the copperish being common workers, the less common silvery being soldiers and the even less common golden ones being in charge or as elite specialists; or that was what I observed, what I 'sensed' was the case.

 

Then somebody, something, was looking into my open eyes and there was a surge of excitement, of activity that soon became focused on me. I was not to know it at the time but I was the first of the capsule sleepers to awaken to the appearance of the 'aliens'. They wanted to communicate with me, to learn more about the smashed spaceship and its 'secrets'. For it was a starship with hyperdrive and these entities had no such technologies. There was much else that they wanted to learn from us, to steal from us.

 

I slipped back into the darkness of true capsule sleep.

 

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ENDLESS EPIC OF ETERNITY

WALKING ON THE PLAIN OF ETERNITY

 

I was neither one thing or the other, was nothing, was everything, as I walked over the Plain of Eternity with the tall, kind old gentleman. His great white beard almost reached the hard, metallic ground of that part of the Plain of Eternity. His long white robe barely covered his large pale white feet. His whiteness was that of an albino but his eyes were not pink but had in one the vortex of heaven and in the other, the vortex of hell.

 

It was a very interesting talk made more pleasant by a display of exploding stars high overhead. Some stone crabs scuttled over the Plain of Eternity in the far distance, each larger than a small planet such as the Earth.

 

The kind old gentleman spoke in a voice that was not made up of sound but of the very essence of existence. "It appears that your soul has gotten into a little bit of trouble. Really, nothing to be too concerned about. Your spiritual warranty covers it nicely. Still, we would not want to have any bad publicity from this little incident so I have been asked to tend to this 'minor trouble'. We are trying to fix you up right now, to draw together your fractured realities and to meld them into a nice stable flow of experiences. You should be back to normal in a very short time. I assure you that you will come to no harm, no harm at all."

 

That was great news and I smiled richly with relief.

 

It was just too bad that I failed, at the time, to realize that he held one hand behind his back with crossed fingers.

 

The stone crabs stomped endlessly towards an impossibly distant horizon and the great old suns continued to explode. A small blue police box appeared ever so briefly, with a strange noise, and then vanished again.

 

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THE ADVENTURES OF HERCULINE

 

I AM TAKING A PAUSE IN WRITING THE ADVENTURES OF HERCULINE SO THAT I CAN REVIEW JUST WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING AND HOW I CAN BETTER DIRECT IT IN FUTURE, HOPEFULLY MAKING IT MORE INTERESTING AND BRINGING IT TO A FINER CONCLUSION.

 

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Edited March 14, 2012 by Maharg67