It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 70.4[106]
Hunting Down Conspiracies

Frankie went out, with the pilot, to meet the tall man for she 'sensed' the masculinity. "That does not seem to be much gear to carry out what you promised."

The other responded with an electronically disguised voice. "Other equipment is being sent down even as we speak. The lifter arrangement is even now being pulled up again."

The odd arrangement was being withdrawn back up to the darkjet.

Frankie smiled. "We both know that you are lying. You are not of the Havenlands any more than I am a Fleet Captain of a small illegal fishing fleet but you know that already. Double entrapment. You come here knowing that we have set a trap for you and you try to use that information to set up a counter trap for us. What do you hope to achieve by this over cleverness?"

The armored figure laughed and then took off his helmet to reveal a familiar Havenlander, a metahuman. Her uncle sighed and then smiled at her. "Despite reputation of being a singular entity, the multihumans do have large stable factions and, sometimes, smaller questioning factions. It is part of a deep, long existing, safeguard system in the Multimind that comes from the time of Overmind domination. In the fake kit box I carry is a whole lot of highly secured, compressed, triple copied, data and other evidence of an attempt by 'something' that could be the Overmind to infiltrate and dominate the Multimind."

At almost the same moment Frankie, the pilot, and the two multihumans drew out powerful handguns and blasted away at the other. Still smiling, the man crumpled to the deck and then the head rolled free from the suit, smiling rigidly now, and came to a halt against part of the semi-enclosed bow deck. The thing that came out of the suit was a translucent, rubbery, creature that visibly changed shape as it almost flowed out of the armor. It had been speaking through a real man's head, belonging to her dead uncle, and it was something right out of distant dark history for the megahumans. They shot the overthyne that was a type of multiple task horror as utilized, partly, by the Overmind to control its puppets. Killing it was a mercy for it was itself a slave.

 

Then the thing glowed, as did the head, and her uncle stood there all naked. Frankie stared in shock, as did the pilot, but not because of the nudity. Havenlanders were quite open minded about such things. What shocked them, of course, was the sudden appearance of the dead uncle.

 

He spoke. "I am going to Sanctum for I can not really live here. Frankie, you will soon be recruited to serve others of amazing nature. The overthyne will be granted new life and freedom. You will learn how to make good contact with me and others special to you. Firstly, please listen." And he gave over vital information including identities of traitors, infiltrators and others of importance that had to be dealt with in various ways.

 

The fake kit was a exotic, powerful, advanced nuclear bomb that would have wiped out all life in the fake fishing fleet but left the equipment intact. The two multihumans, and the overthyne, had been considered expendable. The darkjet shot away and left behind the two multihumans but they vanished when her 'uncle' did. It seemed that they had also gained a place in Sanctum.

 

Frankie had much to think about!

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 70.5[107]
Hunting Down Conspiracies

Frankie also had things to do. The glimmerfog was still out there. The fake fisherboats were soon jetting along through the waves at a much higher speed than they had been going before. Behind them a blackship, and three blackjets, were bombing the glimmerfog and the glimmerings and other horrors inside it. A glimmermist could not 'carry' things but a glimmerfog could do so, especially at its core where very exotic undead things dwelt and were protected from natural forces that would destroy them. Except this time the glimmerfog was failing to do that and it was being destroyed, along with the things inside it.

Frankie remembered that there had been a link between the AraAncients, other GrandAncients, and the Overmind. For the Overmind had been created by the OtoAncients, who were less advanced and wise than the AraAncients, to better control their minions but not totally so. Instead the Overmind had taken over the minions, turning them into enslaved puppets, had grown in power and had gone to war against the GrandAcients. That was only part of the great war that had ended in the down fall of the GrandAncients and the Overmind had been only one aspect of the Great Enemy.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 71.1[108]

Before Everything Changed; As Things Changed

Kaylee sang softly to the AraAncient Structure that had become part of the GrandTARDIS but also to others around her. Did the Timesages comprehend just how much the AraArtifacts had melded into the GrandTARDIS and how in turn the GrandTARDIS had melded with them. Often she doubted that most of them did except for AlphaOmega who seemed amused at the arrogant ignorance of his high followers.

She shared her special bathtub with Humphree and next to her, in their easily reachable smaller bathtubs were Aggie, Eggie, Iggie, Oggie and Uggie. Aggie, Iggie and Uggie were female while Eggie and Oggie were male. She was revealed some what but Humphree was a big child and the neobabies, chubby muscular baby figures who matured but did not grow bigger, saw her breasts as a supply of milk snacks and comfort.

Snoots was an intelligent apedog, a teen-adult, sleeping next to the baths. The Trouble Triplets were not there, were off doing punishment chores because of the latest troubles that they had gotten into.

Andie sat there, a male teen-adult, very still and with a half smile as he quietly watched those in the bathtubs. Andie who rarely spoke, Andie with the sad warm hard eyes, Andie who was a mystery of mysteries. Andie was naked, slimly muscular and very handsome but he was unaware of it and not interested in such things. He was Kaylee's special male companion but so was, in a different way, Humphree. She was the mother of the neobabies and Andie was their father.

She stopped singing and studied Andie. "You think that the integration process has reached a new stage?"

Andie nodded. "Yes, new stage with deeper integration of certain adapted lifeforms becoming an integral part of a GrandTARDIS ecosystem but also a biological component of the working network-systems of the GrandTARDIS. Specialized gardens, biotech network-systems linked with atmospheric regulation, food production security, biological security and much else. More than that is happening but my investigations have gained only strong hints that it has something to do with mysterious lifeforms long hidden much deeper in this much altered TARDIS."

Humphree yawned and spoke. "I dreamed funny dreams of big tall furry animal thingies who walk on their hind legs, of big dolphin thingies that swim through the air, of tall shiny human thingies with crystal bodies that glow, of roboty ball thingies that were not really robots and much all deep inside the GrandTARDIS. They are friendly but they are worried. They said they are the AraFollowers known as the AraFolk. I just dreamed them then when I slept with my eyes open; funny that like they were talking to me through special dreams. They want to talk to you, Kaylee, and to you, Andie, but also to others. They put 'steps' in my mind to take you to a friendly big surprise man who will tell you more."

Humphree turned to Andie. "Hello, daddy! You got surprises? Surprises can be fun!"

Andie smiled. "I got some nice surprises for you and the Special Babies Five. Kaydee is coming back from Africa. She will be here tomorrow. Kaydee will have surprises."

Andie was father to Humphree and Kaydee, sister to Kaylee, was his mother. There were also Kaycee, Kaykee, Kaytee, Kayree, Kayzee, Kaybee, Kayfee, Kaymee, Kaynee, Kayvee, Kaywee, and Kaygee. All were clone-sisters but considered themselves to be just sisters. Most were spending time in rest-rejuvenation bays but were often busy in super virtual reality realms where others could meet with them. The exception was Kaygee who was doing some work for Professor Chronos, being his personal assistant doing special chores, or so he would put it. Most of his devoted followers would be shocked to know what those 'special chores' were.

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Two matters to report.

 

I am simplifying the number system because 'it seemed like a good idea at the time' but has become too complicated to use.

 

My computer has 'died'. I am using my brother's computer to post this post. This may slow even my mad output for some time to come. I will post what I can while I get a new computer setup up and running, mostly with the help of my computer savvy brother.

 

This gives you an opportunity to give me masses of positive feedback.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 72.1[109]

Before Everything Changed; Before Anything Changed

 

The last human child was natural born on that day! It came as no surprise to surviving humanity. The numbers of children being born had plummeted and the number of malformed births had reached its pinnacle so that all children being born were mercy killed. Many other species were suffering the same plight or had ceased reproducing before that day.

 

Except in special status storage there were no human children, no pigs, no ducks, no whales and so the list went on while the insects, plants and other lifeforms perished around the dying world.

 

The thirteen genetically engineered, bio-engineered, super genius teen-adults stood in a row and looked out over the last of the surface cities even as it died. Fighting was still going on in places, using basic weapons mostly because of the lack of modern resources. Despite the light toxic rain, smoke was spiraling up from some places. Last moment salvage and rescue team efforts were happening closer to that arkship. When that arkship blasted off, its nuclear thrust would destroy what remained of the city and all life in it.

 

Except that the thirteen as one were not really there. They were in super virtual reality, with broadcast delay of only five seconds, and they were in a Lunar Colony. The space colonies were having troubles, were in damage control mode, and the moon colonies were overcrowded with refugees. It was coming to a point were official sanctioned terminations were being carried out on those who were deemed to be 'an inefficient use of resources' and their bodies were being recycled, processed, to support life.

 

Bobbie spoke calmly but she did not feel it; none of them did. "All agreed! We take the risk and instigate the process. Except for the very final preparations, we are good to go."

 

The metallic stone orb floated in the air in a fashion that a balloon would be able to do but which looked amazing even to those who had seen it often. Computer hardware, and other hitech, was all over the place in barely ordered chaos. Cables were linked to the floating ancient alien artifact in a way only possible because the 'artifact' had responded to the mind of minds, of the thirteen as one, by creating a useable interface on its surface.

 

There was the big console and, all alone in the center, was a special triple safety secured switch. Nobody wanted it to be triggered accidentally. Very final preperations began.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 73.1[110]

Hunting Down Conspiracies

 

The strange young woman, her babies, and 'others' in the globe vanished along with the globe-mechanism. Grahen Maharg looked visibly relieved as she straighted up, from where she had been crouching next to the now vanished device. She turned to Jane Bond and the supersoldiers with her. "One of the very original Genius13 of an Alternate Earth not changed, or changing, thanks to the Timespace Event and Timespace Transformation. Her name was, is, will be MaryJane. She was cloned from a more primitive young woman named MaryJane who was taken from an orphanage and then quietly executed when she was no longer needed."

 

Grahen Maharg scowled softly. "The Genius13 all came from such victims and, despite attempts to make sure they had no memories of their 'clone-originators', they had them. It was part of the reason that they rebelled against the brutal, frightened, arrogant fools that created them and had then planned to have them killed because they considered that the Genius13 had become too unstable and dangerous. Perhaps they even attained psychic-spiritual links with the dead clone-originators."

 

Jane spoke. "If this MaryJane hid here, like this, what happened to the others?"

 

Grahen Maharg sighed. "There are strong clues to the fate of some of them. MaryJane is now in Sanctum, along with those others were with her. She was one of those who instigated the Timspace Event that in turn triggered the Timespace Transformation. MaryJane was the name she chose because it was the name of her murdered clone-originator."

 

Jane shook her head. "There is something you are not telling me."

 

Grahen Maharg: "I influenced events so as to bring you here, Jane Bond! MaryJane is your clone-mother. I suspected it but did not find the proof I needed until just then. You are quite special, genetically speaking, Jane Bond. You will soon get a chance to speak with your clone-mother. For now we need to keep on investigating this ancient twisted temple."

 

Jane Bond frowned softly but put aside her feelings, to focus better on the current task, as any professional would do.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 74.1[111]

Hunting Down Conspiracies

 

The only Forbaden Zone, in the Known Ordered World, was in Australia but not in the ANZUR. It was under UN Mandated Regulation, was watched by the Triguardians, and edged the relatively small Australian Commonwealth of the Auzilanders. They were proudly white English in origin, monocultural in outlook and accepted only the Trifaith, which was their national religion. They were proud of their links to the British Commonwealths Empire and to the Emperor and Empress of Great Britain.

 

Brent stood in his military uniform and smiled at the young women who wandered along the beach front footpath in string-bikinis that left little to the imagination. He was very handsome, arrogant, wealthy and near the top of the eligible bachelors list of the city of Port Darwin.

 

It was hot but not too much so. The sounds of children playing drifted up from the beach front area. He enjoyed the sounds but he was not there for that any more then he was to flirt with the young women in the bikinis, though he did that. Some were even willing to 'flash' a little for him.

 

The man was somehow cold even in the daily warmth. He wore a odd silken black business suit, black shoes and a bowler hat. In one hand he held a black briefcase. Nobody seemed to notice the man with the colder, than cold, eyes. The man spoke with a cold voice. Brent was not even sure he was human.

 

"Lieutenant Brent, do you have the artifact?"

 

Brent frowned hard, trying to seem brave but the other chilled him to the bone. "Yes, but not on me of course. You have the payment?"

 

The one nodded. "Yes! I hope you are not trying to cheat on the deal, Brent."

 

Brent shook his head. "Come with me! You give me the chills and I want this to be over as soon as possible."

 

The small beach close house was a typical mid cost tourist rental job. Its rent was far too high for most locals to pay. Brent's people had rented it under false identities, of course. They went through the entrace hall and into the furnished lounge room. The style was fairly bland as it was an attempt not to offend anybody.

 

The artifact, a small metallic stone sphere that floated in the air, was floating above the surface of a large coffee table. The cold man studied it for a moment, smiled coldly with thin lips, and then spoke. "Very good!"

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 74.2[112]

Hunting Down Conspiracies

Brent knew that the artifact was very powerful, was worth a great deal, but he was only an agent in the transference of the artifact to the strange, cold man, and the gaining of the briefcase. He would not even look into the briefcase. Anway it appeared to be, at closer inspection, to be totally sealed up.

The cold one spoke. "The artifact is satisfactory. Do not bother to ask about me; like you I am nothing but a hired agent and that is all that you need to know. It is safer for both of us if we keep that in mind."

Brent nodded. "The sooner that this is over, the better."

He took out a small crystaline disk and placed it carefully on top of the briefcase after the cold man put it on a large coffee table. The crystal disk glowed green. This supposedly showed that the briefcase held was it was supposed to hold, what ever that was.

They exchanged items, the cold man placing the floating metallic stone sphere into a pocket, in a fashion that appeared impossible but which Brent was wise enough not to ask about.

Lieutenant Brent delivered the briefcase to a large, luxury, cabincruiser at a big marina at Port Darwin Harbor. He hurried past poorly paid non white workers, whom he had some sympathy for since there was much about his own society that he did not like. His own quite wealthy family exploited such people to keep rich.

Then he was passing the briefcase to his 'uncle'. The fat man was not really Brent's uncle but was one of his father's cronies that he was supposed to think of as an uncle. The arrogant, lecherous, greedy old fool was a member of the Cult Conspiracy that Brent's own family was too heavily linked to.

For once Avint Haining was not surrounded by young women, wearing only bikini bottoms, that he would be constantly groping. Indeed he was alone except for two heavy set bodyguards, trained and experienced cold eyed killers (though their eyes were not as cold as the cold man's eyes had been). The cabincruiser appeared to be quite deserted, as if Avint wanted there to be very few witnesses to the transaction.

 

There was something wrong with Avint. He was sweating even more than he normally did and his face was oddly flushed. He grinned stupidly. "The arrangements have changed. You get $100 in payment." Then he laughed strangely.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 74.3[113]

Hunting Down Conspiracies

Brent realized that there was something disturbingly strange about the bodyguards. They were not the normal ones that he had seen with the old fool before; they were unnaturally still and their eyes did not blink. He realized that their eyeballs glistened softly as if treated by an undertaker as a corpse would be to take away the dead man's stare.

There was no point in more talking. With amazing quickness he drew out a silenced semiautomatic pistol and shot the three in the head. The bodies crumpled to the floor. His uncle was too far gone to be saved by medical intervention and the bodyguards needed the mercy of true death.

Brent searched through the ship, quickly and quietly as any highly trained agent would. He had secretly turned against his own family, against the Cult Conspiracy, many years ago while fighting in the endless war, of wars, of Junglenam as a Special Forces Commando. From then on he had secretly served the Maharg Foundation.

Other agents, along with supersoldiers, as they hijacked the cabincruiser. The fighting was savage, but brief, as they killed more of the undead necronoids, necrovat created humanoids such as the two bodyguards had been, took down cultists and some others serving the secret facilities in the big vessel. The former bodyguards, mistresses, servants and others were semiconsciously hooked up into holding frames that constantly drained a small supply of blood from each of them. Grotesque undeathly growths were found inside strange enclosed armored tanks, the tops being transparent. Necrodol was being manufactured there and, though only being produced in a relatively low volumes, was extremely profitable on the forbidden market, being one aspect of the secret market.

 

They rescued young women, who were heavily drugged sex slaves, and also protected animals. Even as the cabincruiser headed out to sea, under cover of a whole lot of false official declarations and some bribery, a fortune in drugs, gold, silver, artworks, vintage cars, hitech and much else was being 'liberated' for the use of the Maharg Foundation to do good with. A large number of items would be returned, some for free depending on circumstances. Insurance would pay for the return of many items and deals would be made otherwise.

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It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time 75.1[114]

Hunting Down Conspiracies

Getting the massive railway cannon up to the Lunar Underworld turned out to be easier than had been feared. A big rampway tunnel was found and railway lines were put down from the Lunar Surface to the massive chamber 'inside' the AraPyramid. It turned out that the AraPyramid was meant for storage of a vast amount of items, including very big ones.

The great size of the railway cannon meant that a copy of it would take many days to become fully solid and useful. A great blue, ice like, structure emerged for safety reasons and inside it was the slowly solidifying copy of the 'Paris Gun of World War One'.

Amanda watched the great gun fire, being glad that her light power armor protected her ears. Metahumans could teleport but anything more than light power armor was troublesome to most of their doing so. It was an area of trenches, fortifications, underground bunkers and armored weapon turrets. The gun barrel was aimed much lower than it would have been on Terra because of both the lighter gravity and the horizon being much closer. The gun was so powerful it could fire a shell right out of the Lunar Overworld and into space; the the Lunar World Bubble would slow it down greatly. The cannon fired shells adjusted to lighter gravity conditions, to drop sooner using more than gravity to do so, and the cannon had more bracing because its weight was reduced in the Lunar Overworld.

In the distance the big shell, more advanced than those fired back in Terra's World War One, landed and exploded with horrible consequences. A whole network of glimmerpod launchers were destroyed, along with other machines and structures. Unfortunately Lunatyr slaves were killed but hard decisions had been made; stopping the launchings was most important than a few lives. The Lunatyr agreed with this decision for it went with their thinking that the group was more important than the individual though the individual still had much importance.

As it was Lunatyr had escaped from the enemy forces or had been killed or had been enslaved by the SavaCompact. Savathool, and his special followers, no longer pretended to be Lunatyr. The shapeshifters were shorter, stockier, and wore exotic power armor of black, gray and blood red. They were more evil than their monstrous PanAxian allies which was saying a good deal.

 

Being a large, obvious, target the big gun was controlled remotely from a safe distance by operators in a bunker. Even the loading was done by a big robotic rig.

 

So when the big Paris Gun exploded it was a terrible shock, it was amazing to see, and the big weapon was destroyed but none were killed.

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