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[4.1][0016] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool.

In the small, hidden room, the Seekaplayers placed carefully chosen items into the small wall alcoves. A replica of Abraham Lincoln sitting on his big chair, the president who narrowly avoided being assassinated after the end of the First American Civil War. He had overseen, as the US President, the splitting of the USA into two Regional Governed Zones being the Northern and Southern ones. Perhaps he had realised that the 'north and south' had never really been united at the end of that civil war.

After that the following were placed in proper order!

A small replica of the sometimes controversial Statue of Common Liberty, with her one exposed breast and the musket rifle she held with its long spike shaped bayonet.

A small replica of a Handybot robot floating on fanjets, in theory as it was held up by a transparent stand piece, its manipulators holding caretaker tools as if it was ready to go fixing of various, small, problems in a building or even outdoors.

One of the Republican State Building that was also in New York along with the Statue of Common Liberty.

A figure that was Captain Leon Armstrong, the first astronaut to step onto the surface of the moon of Luna. He, and the other eight astronauts, got to the moon in an experimental atomic rocketship only to die early of cancer, all of them.

A 'Greys' flying saucer being most likely a mildly inaccurate copy of one of their scout vessels.

Marianne Monroe, the famous starlet of Hollywood movies, in the scene where her skirt blows up as she stands over a grate in the street.

A power armoured mechanised infantry soldier of the Second American Civil War; the power armour was of an early kind being both fairly chunky and clumsy looking compared to later ones.

Adolphis Hitler of the Nazi Axian Nations, the NAN with his famous mustache and beard of neatly trimmed appearance along with his ridiculously overdone military uniform. It was said that he wore that uniform, or one identical to it, on the day that he declared that Jews were not the 'real enemies of the NAN' but that mysterious alien infiltrators were along with others on his list of dangerous foes to be eradicated from existence; it was said that he changed, his view on Jews, when he learned that he was one of them.

Lady Goodrider naked on her horse, with her dignity kept by her overly long hair.

A massive, modern, war airship able to fly at high altitude and showing the State Communist NSSR  of Russia, Mongolia, China and some other republics; the NSSR was the New Soviet Socialist Republics that invaded Alaska decades after it was fully established.

A AtomicGirl figure on top of a AtomicCola bottle; she was fairly scantily dressed but that was the norm for that character.

So the process continued!

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[4.2][0017] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool. (Direct continuation of post before this one)

When the last item was placed into a small alcove, it being an AtomicSnackie of chocolate wrapped crunchy peanut, there was a soft sparkling shimmer and all of the items vanished away.

A voice spoke from a well hidden speaker. "Good, you have paid part of the price! Now fill up the alcoves again while the first door opens for you to go through. A new list of items will appear for you to use this time around. Through the now open, secret, door you will find much of interest but also... I will let you discover that for yourselves."

A door opened as a wall panel opened in the alcoves chamber but not at the back where the alcove wall was. It showed a small, airlock like chamber, and on the floor were three print-out copies of the list. There was also an almost neat stack of nine books marked as three copies of the same trilogy being titled THE TRUE HISTORY OF A HORROR INSTITUTE; A FAKE SCHOOL!  The author was noted by the initials AHW33 if it was just one author represented and not more than one. It was a clue in itself that a code had been used and not a genuine name or even a possibly fake one.

Shandy, and two other Seekaplayers, entered the room!

With long ago dried blood, preserved somehow, down one side wall was written the words: 'True madness has taken over, as predicted by those who could, who would, see what was truly going on such as the Blondies13, the AI Supercomputer Helix151617Ajax, my people and three others that one will not mention fully; they are basically good, neutral and bad in turn with more than one special quality to them. I am dying but hope that I have done enough to help end this abhorrent stupidity.'

The oddly well preserved body lay sprawled up against the wall beneath the writing of an elderly woman wearing typical scientific gear of the later half of the 21st Century. Her face had on it a serenely peaceful expression on it despite the faded scars that were also on it. Clutched in one hand was an advanced looking, perhaps prototype, laserpistol and she had a Teknacorp like wristcomputer on the forearm of her other arm.

Shandy spoke. "Very good performance but you can stop pretending to be dead now, biodroid!"

The biodroid, biological android, opened her eyes and sat up. "So, you are not just typical adventurers!"

Shandy shrugged. "What are typical adventurers? Do they come out of the few domeclaves, from Teknatopias, or even the whispered of secret paradises of the SWIP (Super Wealthy Influential Powerful) Factions?"

The biodroid smiled. "I am Professor Alexia Sandris or at least that is my human name. I serve the OneThreeMany, which is a most interesting, sometimes fascinating, experience. You know of biodroids, indicating that you are at home with very advanced science and technologies."

Shandy sighed. "More than you may ever know and biodroids, like yourself, are far from the most advanced scitech for us. The one that spoke to us, was that the OneThreeMany?"

Alexia responded. "A sophisticated avatar, yes, but not directly so of the good-neutral-bad one. The blood writing, as you probably know, is not fake but was written by the brave, but unfortunate, Sageprofessor Hanz Heinz of the famous cans of baked beans, bottles of  tomato sauce and much else of the like. That is his very wealthy family owned the majority of shares, especially voting shares, in the Heinz Corporation. The Futuretopia Corporation, Teknacorp and others tried to get control of the corporation, in various ways, but failed for they had powerful allies and, perhaps, benefactors."

That was when the sirens began to sound through a hidden speaker and the inner door went sliding open. Very soon, after that, there was fighting!

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[4.3][0018] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool.

Cyborgisheriff Cecil2121 blasted away with his massive pistol that destroyed horribly mutated former students. The Seekaplayers fought alongside him, unleashing a storm of firepower; bullets, rocket-bullets, laser beams, blaster pulses, minimissiles and of other kinds. The suffering, aggressive, creatures were of a wide array of shapes with multiple type features but a few were humanoid and still wearing some semblance of school uniforms.

They kept on coming as if none of them really wanted to survive.

They spat spines, whipped out extending tentacles, screamed unintelligible abuse if they could, three any item they could but mostly they had little to fight with.

The very last, of them, died!

The voice spoke from more than one wall speaker. "Thank you for mercy killing them! Seekaplayers meet Cyborgisheriff Cecil2121. He, and his like, were created in the industrial city of Detroit. The human sides, of them, were clones adapted to being cyborgs except for one. Like so much else, the fate of most Cyborgisheriffs is unknown. Cecil2121 serves me now as do three other Robocops but two need fixing."

The Seekaplayers took the 'hint' and fixed up two Cyborgisheriffs and checked out all four of them. The four had been serving the US Federal Marshals out from Detroit by escorting a very dangerous criminal from NewYork to WashingtonDC. Doomsday had struck and the criminal had escaped them in all of the confusion. Tracking him to the school they had found him already gone on from there and had begun to serve the OneThreeMany. The US Federal Marshals organization had ceased to exist along with so much else of the USA so there was no official claim on their services.

Shandy used a powerful Major Wishling, the only one that the Seekaplayers had of that ilk, and yet it triggered off more of a transformation that it could have carried out by itself. A yellow white flash of energies went through everybody and everybody; after that it spread further, penetrating more  of the dreaded highschool.

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[4.4][0019] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool. (Direct continuation of post before this one)

Many that had been dead were now alive at least in that transformed zone! The Seekaplayers walked along a wide, flagstone, path winding gently through a mixture of settlement and forest including tree houses. Peaceful former staff, and more students, were busy cultivating crops of bags-of-chips bushes, banana ferns, grape vines, AtomicCola trees,  socks vines, cigarette bushes and much else. Glowing baby figures, complete with nappies, zipped through the air making soft, happy, humming noises while clutching dollies or teddybears.

K9herois showed territorial respect by piddling on a tree. Sharry sighed and kissed him!

There were other dogs there along with cats, rabbits, fluffy rats, not so fluffy snakes, dinosaurs of which most were on the smaller sizes, horses, colour coded cows often being milked of flavoured milk, smallish dragons, some peaceful bulls, androids sleeping while dreaming of electric sheep, tron type robots stomping around but staying safely on paths so as not to fall over, more than one Handybot doing multiple chores, lots of humans, other robots, other androids, snoozing deathclaws acting more like 'napclaws' and much else that was active!?

Sharry gently-firmly nabbed a flying baby and blew into her belly button causing the small one to chortle madly, to wave limbs wildly and to almost lose grip of her teddybear.

The teddybear spoke out with mild alarm. "Baby be careful baby! Teddy does not want to fall to the ground!"

Sharry spoke. "Teddy, do you speak for the baby?"

The teddybear responded. "Yes-no, one is not sure what I can say! The infants won't know much better, nor the older kids but the teenagers just might! Not that is any of our real ages for we are but expressions, avatars, of the OneThreeMany. Adults are here, too, but are busy elsewhere. All the Elders are holding a big, important, meeting!"

Shendy spoke. "Where are we?"

The teddybear answered. "Happy Land of Endless Joyful School Holiday that is mostly just called 'Happyland'. Baby is named Lillylillylui #123ABC. All the babies have the same designation of #123ABC as matters are less confusing that way, at least for them!"

Lillylillylui #123ABC was asleep, now, in Shandy's arms.

An eyebot flew past but in a slow, lazy, manner.

Sharry spoke. "There is no sign of a highschool here!"

The teddybear spoke rapidly and with obvious concern. "That word is forbidden here. The first rule is 'We don't need no education!" Nobody seems to know 'who' came up with it but some think it may have been a 'doctor' of some kind!"

The turned, to their right, to start along Vending Machine Lane. Soon they were joined by not four but six Cyborgisheriffs. It seemed that everything was not 'happy about Happyland' and there was a force of 36 cyborgs had not just big, holstered, Auto9C1 pistols but Auto9C2 carbines that they carried. The Elders were holding their meeting for the same reason while being protected by four Robocops and four SWATTs along with other security efforts.

A glowing infant shot past on a tricycle, moving with impressive speed along the path, while a teddybear clung onto him very tightly. Another infant soon followed after with a police helmet with a flashing blue light on top and a quite loud sounding siren; she was accompanied by a dolly constable complete with police whistle.

Shimmy spoke. "There are few things that I had not before seen and that, I admit, was one of them!"

The baby's teddy spoke. "Welcome to Happyland! It will not be your last such experience!"

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[4.5][0020] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool. (Direct continuation of post before this one)

The older teenage boy threatened with his shovel, standing proudly in front of a ditch he had dug, and spoke arrogantly. "Anybody goes past my ditch pays a toll!"

Shendy slapped him and he flew backwards to land, painfully, on his back and out of sight with a cry of shock and pain. Then he grumbled, in pain. "Maybe not."

Shendy walked over to the ditch and looked down at the sprawling figure. "Oh, you really are such a silly, sweet, young man! I don't want to have to slap you again."

The boy gulped. "I don't want you to slap me again, either!"

She smiled richly. "Very good! No more demanding of tolls!"

He frowned. "KingBilly will not like that!"

Shendy smiled ever onward. "I will have a word with this 'KingBilly' that you speak of!"

The teenager sighed. "Never thought I would say such about that thug but I almost feel sorry for him! I am just going to lay here, close my eyes and groan in pain."

Shendy smiled. "The police will arrive soon along with paramedics so you just relax!"

The young man sighed again. "Yep, that information really reduces my stress level."

Shendy, not reacting to his sarcasm in the slightest, smiled yet some more. "Very well, then, we must move on! You have a nice day, sweetie!"

He might have said something but he had fallen into a state of semiconsciousness so she shot him with a pulse of healing energies and left a small bag of goodies on his chest. The group moved on!

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[4.6][0021] Further Ventures in that Most Terrible Highschool. (Direct continuation of post before this one)

They learned, from the talking teddybear named Hugsalotta, that the teen-boy with the shovel was one Phillipe Corvetta whose wealthy family had owned the Corvetta Motor Vehicle Corporation. How he had ended up in the highschool was a mystery even to himself. It was like that with all of those who had somehow been brought back from death. As for the troubles they came partly from friction between different Elder Factions one of which wanted to dominate Happyland and the others which opposed it.

Vending Machine Lane was not all such machines but had groups of them clustered inside semienclosed shelters. There were all the type ones that the Seekaplayers had seen in the unchanged highschool but some new ones also. Amongst them there were those that served the needs of flying babies, tricycle riding infants and a wide range of flora-fauna-fungi. A very big vending machine sold robots, another androids and yet another offered smaller vending machines.

OneThreeMany spoke to them from an eyebot that appeared from somewhere. "Them bad Elders are gone now that wanted to dominate Happyland! They are recycled! Something bad,-mad-sad was in them that they would not help to get rid of, to let go of it, so they were executed by Robocops being authorised to do so by me-myself-I! When their souls departed, so did the badness-madness-sadness."

Professor Sagesmart nodded. "Hard decisions have to be made sometimes. This place is quite amazing!"

OneThreeMany: "It is not fully stable and me-myself-I wonders if you would let all of this, and all of us, go to Safeumary!"

Shandy smiled. "Yes, that should be more than doable. Did you create the glowing flash of energies?"

OneThreeMany: "No, me-myself-I thought you may have done so. Preparations have already begun for the 'great shift'. Special shelters are being prepared. Emergency baby milk bottles and nappies have been stored away. New Cyborgiworkers, Cyborgicarers, Cyborgiguards and other types of Cyborgi are already busy. Can you help us with some cases needing your special skills and experience. One problem is KingBilly and his trying to influence other schoolkids to demand tolls from some people. Deal with him and then we can do some deep, a little bit boring, talking about some things me-myself-I doesn't normally like to talk about."

The Seekaplayers realised that it was a test of some kind and it was quickly decided that they would do so. It would be most useful, they sensed, to have that talk with OneThreeMany.

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[5.1][0022] Happyland now is in Safeumary.

Happyland was suddenly an aspect of Safeumary with OneThreeMany  living with the Seekaplayers there in the Seekaplayers Complex. The other Seekaplayers had remained in the 'reverted' highschool where they were joined by two androids, and two elementals, of the Seekaplayers.

It turned out that OneThreeMany had been badly deformed triplets but the 'flash of light' had turned them into happy, at peace, triplet babies floating in mid air and clutching glowing teddybears. They were oversized for babies being as big as the largest of the Seekaplayers. She3 wore nappies as they were surrounded by smaller flying, hovering, babies.

A Cyborgimummy was hanging out laundered nappies on a clothes line with babies sleeping in pouches on 'her' front along with one infant.

They were in a great chamber of a playground, gardens and other features below a great skylight in the ceiling above.

OneThreeMany spoke from all three mouths as once. "The Sageprofessors were up to all sorts of bad silly things like Frankison's Frankidad who made him, somehow, but also another who experimented with big, grumpy, supermutants. There were androids, robots, synthetics, cyborgs, supercomputers being invented there but also new species of flora-fauna-fungi and things not like that. Highprofessor Sanggina protected me by hiding me away and she was very nice to me. She was a genius but not smart enough to be a Sageprofessor but she was not crazy like most of them, either. She said that the Sageprofessors had helped to create this gameworld but for what they called the GreatEnemy! At least that is what they assumed to be the truth. There is a teknaplex deep below the highschool. Me-myself-I am not sure what that means."

Shurly spoke. "Sweetie3, a teknaplex holds special resources for the future renewal of the devastated world, including people of course; teknaplex is short for teknacomplex."

KingBilly was sweeping clean a large area of flagstones along with his cronies. He was very mopey as his fanciful silvery crown had been confiscated and he had been forced to give back all the stolen, false, toll fees that he had demanded. With him was Phillipe the ditch digger who did his best to keep a safe distance from the much bigger KingBilly. Every so often dirt fell out of mid air and splashed over the area that had been swept up so it would have to be done again. They were overseen by a pair of diligent Cyborgisheriffs.

OneThreeMany: "One day Highprofessor Sanggina stopped coming for her regular visits and the area I was in went into emergency lock down. Then everything shook and emergency systems became active. That was when Doomsday took place or so I guess. Me-myself-I went into hibernation. We did not wake up for over 140 years and then we met other survivors, forming an alliance. Me-myself-I needs to think more, to try to remember more, even things me-myself-I does not want to remember."

Sensing that OneThreeMany wished very much to change subjects the Seekaplayers did so!

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