Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

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What is on my mind?

 

When first my daydreaming began!

 

I wonder how old I was when I had my first day dreaming experience?

 

I remembered what I was daydreaming about for a few days during the year 1955.

 

:rolleyes:

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Fallout 4 was not on my mind.

 

The experiences with Morrowind set sail in my thought when I started to rise to the awakened state of mind. Daydreaming, that is.

 

I saw the system failure lights get brighter. I dashed over to the switch to reset the system before the equipment overheated. A moth fluttered its wings and tried to avoid my grasp.

 

What are you doing in here?

 

When the words left my lips I realized I had been at the station too long and needed some time off to regain my composure. A moth in the clean room could only mean that someone carried it in inside their inner clothing and it escaped once they arrived in the clean room.

 

Suspicion arose on my emotional intellectual brain functions. I opened the panel on the side of the regulator system. I saw the similar colors and patterns on the green and with copper streamed boards. I looked closer. I looked at the backside. Then I saw them. Two moths glued to the back of a circuit board. Stuck forever in their heated passion. One with an appendage stuffed into the other and all their legs crossing the copper streak. Fried together in a pose while one f***ed the other, f***ing up the entire plants computer settings.

 

I used a tiny toothpick to pry and clear their corpses off the board. They legs had crossed the Z and M test points causing the nuclear reactors cooling system to fail.

 

I kept the captured live moth in a tiny bag. I put the two dead moths in a separate bag.

 

I flpped the switch and the machine started. The cooling system began lowering the temperature.

 

I put the bags in the window tray and pressed the intercom button. Find out who lives near a moth infested area!

 

The voice on the outside intercom spoke. I just saw an internet piece on these kinds of moths. The live one is the female. Seems she outsmarted the two males into thinking one of them was a female.

 

The board because a queen moth successfully dodged two male moth. I heard the person run a zipper on his hazmat suit after likely putting the mangled bug bags in his pouch.

 

I turned to look at the boards gauges, I recalled my lunch had some graham crackers in the zippy style stay fresh bag. I had my thermos full of coffee in my work space. It was all that was allowed. I picked it up. I forgot about the two moths overloading the system and was thinking about lunch when the doors green light lighted up. The vacuum sucked the air out of the room cleaning any dust out. The air filters closed and then the reverse system pumped fresh air in as the doors latched released.

 

While stepping out the door I realized who the guy was with the moths. The thought crossed my mind that one day the Internet comics will probably show how two men in a pitch black dark room died because one thought the other was a woman they were competing for attention from when she slipped out before they realized she planted a drop of perfume on the other. I knew it was likely because the guy who took the bagged moths likes to post comical stuff on the Internet.

 

I remember the comic strip where he made a device so a girl would always be able to find any answer to any question anyone smart asked her so she would never have to think. The girl bowed and thanked a superior being for creating fire, electricity, the Internet, mobile Internet phone, and making a Nuclear power plant to reassure her she would always be able to count on having the Internet to prove she was capable of being as smart as anyone else.

 

I didn't think it was funny, but I remembered it when I thought of the two people who inspired me to write this article.

 

Then I remembered the two moths that died and thought about that comic with the girl. She could of been the Queen moth. She would have lost all her abilities that day because she would not have had that device she used to find answers without ever knowing how to think, if those two moths had not been discovered by someone who doesn't need the Internet to troubleshoot problems like it.

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I thought it was just me, just me writing and reading and rewriting that gave me all the views I have. To assure myself I was correct I started taking note of all the views after I posted and after I rewrote. And to my surprise I got more views than another few who were just as crazed with the love of spilling words out of our fingertips.

 

I started checking the count on theirs too. And saw they got more views because they were writing and writing and writing all the time. Never giving anyone a chance to view what they wrote before they wrote some more. :laugh: I saw I only had 3 followers and wondered if any of them was reading my writing more than thrice a day. :mellow: Were they? :huh:

 

I started seeing 12 or more views a day when I was not posting new words for quite awhile. And yet, I saw the others who I thought I knew, writing and writing and writing until their posts surpassed mine. But not by others viewing their posts, by them writing until they had written so many times posting their writing that some of them aren't getting any attention to their posts at all. They've got no idea of the desire for FAME, I guess. :geek:

 

I think to get fame you have to sacrifice a grilled cheese sandwich to the goddess of the refrigerator door who owns all the magnets on it! :tongue:

 

Now this time I edited once, so that means it will appear I have two views as well because I returned and made the changes. I wonder how many views I will see tomorrow without opening the thread up.

 

Remember the goddess most like to give us fame wants Grilled Cheese sandwiches! :yes:

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Fame! It doesn't matter how many times you change your lines if aren't seeking it yet what you've already got it's likely plum too late.

 

Grab a latte at a sidewalk cafe;

 

bath in the sidewalk sunlight

 

while you sweeten yourself up

 

with a chunk of sugar,

 

arsenic,

 

and old laces

 

to make your old age pains go away.

 

I have had an Espresso'

 

I am mentally on the go;

 

But I see the traffic blocking my way

 

So many young who are on the run

 

seeking work so they can pay for

 

what their mother no longer gives away.

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In my daydream I am seeking work

The kind that is suited to my worth

I daydream that my skills are A1

In my daydream

work is fun

I find the shop needs a heros girth

and I fly to the aid of the maid whose lips are sad

After I save the day she smiles and I know she is glad

to my surprise

we share some mirth

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Daydreaming is fun,

as long as it has something to do with being out on the loose,

not stuck doing chores,

plowing the field,

hoeing the rows,

or harvesting the crop;

fun is when there is nothing but the freedom to trot,

fun is when the swimming hole is cool when the day is hot,

fun is being outside on the playground at school,

I'm not nobody's fool,

I'm just cool,

Fun is when the girls play picnic over by the bails of hay,

while us guys plot to break out of school to go fishing that day.

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I was daydreaming about using the shower stall to wash away the hot sweaty muck i had gathered upon my exposed flesh. While I sat on the gamer's throne the dust that got through my sleeves, through the vents when i bobbed up and down between the buttoned part of my shirt, and that flowed down around my shirts collar were annoying me.

 

I didn't want to think about washing in the shower or starting up a fire to heat water. I wanted the shower in Sanctuary to work, even though it was I who really needed to shower, I wanted an active shower in the house at Sanctuary.

 

The outdoors kind have arrived. A tub in the yard, a bath tub too, and one with a shower pipe with head sprayer makes me feel real that now that I can see a way for the character I pull on the strings on to have a imaginary bath. I feel like getting out of my dusty outfit and rinsing off the dust and dirt.

 

Do I dare post the link to the bathing units mod which I think is just the beginning in modding a mod to return a working shower and bath to inside the Sanctuary house?

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I ate the cinnamon sandwich as I pondered the words entering my consciousness. Someone was telling someone else words of advice.

 

All you have to do is just do nothing and you will die in eight or nine days.

 

I looked into the space the two men were standing. The other person stood facing the talkative one.

 

The talkative one turned a little to one side and I saw a knife fly from his fingers.

 

The other person took a step swinging his body like a door on the other foot.

 

The knife flew by him and hit a stone wall. It fell to the ground.

 

The talkative one lowered his head, opened his eyes wide, and charged the other person. WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE?!

 

The other person bent down picked up the knife and raised it up. Holding it in the left hand the knife laid hilt to point across his left palm. The other, charging saw the blade, his old friend in the other person's hand. The point was harmlessly aimed at him in an open palm. Just laying on the palm loosely, harmlessly.

 

The attacker was upon the other and felt something stop his forward moving foot. He raised his eyes to look at the man. The hand holding the knife neither closed the fingers around the grip, nor swung to move the knife.

 

The talkative mans head was bending up from the chin and checking the eyes of the other. He felt the tiniest prick on his left jugular as his neck met the tip of his own knife. The force of his own body pushing in against the knife pushed it backwards across the palm of the attacked one's hand.

 

The head of the grip moved back off of the hand and the palm that was holding it up dropped down. The knife banked into the stone wall. It's head pressed against the stone wall as the man who threw it pressed in closer and closer upon it. The blade dug into his neck deeper and deeper until his face banked against the stone wall.

 

The person he had charged lunging at him, moved the same foot as before and swung his body like a door once more. The attacker pressed in upon his own knife's blade opening his jugular vein. When his forhead banged into the wall the knife's tip poked out of the back of his Medulla Oblongata. Completely severing his nervous system from his neck down.

 

The person he attacked stood back far enough not to get any of the spray of red blood on him.

 

It is who I am that makes it so I cannot die. That is why.

 

I only come for those who are about to die. But you wouldn't understand that. For a dying man whose eyes are open still see, their ears still hear, and all the other functions still work. So, if you like I can tell you all about who I am, why I followed you here, and why; I did if you like.

 

After your head ceases to work I will be accompanying you to your destination and we can talk all you like. I'll answer all and any question you want me too.

 

Does that give you a clue as to whom I am?

 

I knew who he was and I was glad he had not come for me.

 

I saw the corpse of the other man tremble as his nerves raised their last attempt at rising back onto it's feet.

 

I saw a dark swirl of strange streams so black they soaked up the light around the corpse. For a moment I thought the corpse was going to succumb to the strange swirls as the dark matter blotted out my view of his body. And then; there he was standing up looking down at his own body.

 

Death Smiled at me.

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Death's grin faded. Then he said, "Another time."

 

Turning back to look into my room I could see I was asleep on the bed. What?!

 

To my right was a giant UHD 4K television, to my left were trophies stands filled with comic book and video game heros.

Near my head there was the first comic book hero I thought was the only one I could ever be like. Batman stood prepared to defend me from attackers while I slept. The man from Vault 101 stood by too with his trusty dog and 5.56 mm semi-automatic hunting rifle. He too was alert for attackers. While Vault Boy stood nearby holding up a sign so traders knew it was a safe haven to stop an exchange goods. When I saw the comfortable look on my bodies face the images all spun around the room and I awakened to begin again. The part I like the best.

 

Daydreaming about what all my friends and I will be doing today.

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Fallout 4 doesn't have any bathroom supplies for Vault 88. I was lucky to find two undamaged toilets in the tunnels and caves while exploring them.