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E. E. Cummings

(1894 - 1962)

I Will Wade Out

i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

[Maharg67]

Quotes from the Dalai Lama

 

"Our prime purpose in this life is to help others.

And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them."

 

"The true hero is one who conquers his own anger and hatred."

 

"A good friend who points out mistakes and imperfections and rebukes evil is to be respected as if he reveals the secret of some hidden treasure."

 

"Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible."

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I comprehend what those words do share.

 

I hope your birthday was filled with delights, from the kinds of food the mind needs not give much thought.

[Maharg67]

Pagafyr, thanks! :geek: :thumbsup: :yes: :smile: :dance:

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This post includes both a reposted episode and a new one.

 

Not This Earth
One 21.1[25]

 

Adama Trotsky led them through a heavily secured, much concealed, secret airlock like entrance to a small chamber. This in turn led to both a rampway tunnel, sloping downwards, and a small elevator. They took the elevator because of the necessity for speed as Adama explained that danger was approaching the building.

 

The other man said nothing for a while but focused on the control panel, of the elevator, with its vertical row of five green buttons. Then he turned to Lucky Eddie. "What do you know about our secret organisation dedicated to fighting the Big13?"

 

Eddie nodded. "That you are linked to the Sunlight Network."

 

The man nodded. "Yes, we are, but what else do you know about us?"

 

Eddie drew out his large, powerful, handgun and aimed it at the man. "There is no such thing as the Sunlight Network. Who do you, and your wife, really serve?"

 

The man grinned. "Not those that your kind serve? Did you really think I would fall for that nonsense about a superclone revolution. In your own way you are just as much monsters as are the undead, even if you do kill them sometimes."

 

Eddie scowled. "Sometimes? Over 50% of superclone activity, and resources, is spent dealing with the undead outbreaks through out the world. That is not just outbreaks but hunting down necromancers, and other such scum, along with participating in many programs including research development. We superclones are sick of taking on the brunt of dealing with the undead but gaining none of the rewards, or credit, for doing so; we are tired of being seen as expensive, but expendable, property."

 

The man shook his head but then spoke even as Eddie lowered his big pistol. "Do not touch any of the green buttons; they are all just alarm triggers." He took out a small plastic device and, aiming it at a particular corner of the ceiling, pressed a button on it. At once the elevator halted, went up for a short time, stopped and the door opened up again.

 

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Not This Earth
One 22.1[26]

 

The elevator opened up into an odd combination of features; that is a mixture of patchwork old and advanced modern sophistication. Rows of compact supercomputers sat on old fashioned, but sturdy, metal tables. A big old electric forklift was parked close to modern modular storage units. Three guards stood in advanced body-armour and while two had modern autorifles, one had an old fashioned type triple barrelled shotgun.

 

It was a big chamber organised to carry out many purposes. The walls, and ceiling, were clad in specialised sensor resistance materials. A few figures, in white jumpsuits, were working at the supercomputers.

 

In a thick armoured glass case, filled with a light yellowish mist, was a zombie frozen into a standing position. Cables led to sensor pads inserted into the glass but they were strongly protected.

 

White labcoated figures were busy examining some kind of body on a white table but all three were openly armed with powerful handguns, as all the white labcoated people were in the chamber. Each also had an illegal electric zapper of the kind that could discharge easily over the legal limit of 50,000 volts of electricity.

 

There were other facilities but those were hidden by light armoured screens. There were 3Dcameras on the ceiling along with some security turrets equipped with some interesting 'less lethal weapons'.

 

Adama spoke to the four of them in a falsely casual manner. "If you wish I will have beverages and snacks brought to you while I seek out my wife. She either is very busy or taking one of the few real breaks that she manages to have. We all work very hard here."

 

Lucky Eddie nodded, accepting the offer, and the other man departed in a hurry.

Edited July 14, 2015 by Maharg67

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Not This Earth
One 23.1[27]

 

Petra Trotsky made her appearance even as the four visitors sat, in a small lounge kitchen area behind screens, drinking tea and eating sandwiches. She was a handsome, strong, appearing woman with a no nonsense expression to her face like a hard motherly type. She was dressed in a practical knee length dress, complete with pockets.

 

She spoke. "So you supersoldiers wish to become free of your programming and conditioning constraints; why now?"

 

Lucky Eddie gave her a grin-smile. "A large network of us have been secretly working for years to reach this final moment when much has already been undone in the way of PCS, that is program condition securities. We know that you have links to those who could gain for us resources to complete our freedom. Then we hope to become free; hopefully we will gain full citizenship but if not we are happy enough to go underground, as so many others have done, even if that means going literally going underground into the Undercities. In turn we can give you a large amount of information to do with the Big13, its operations and its real links with the outbreaks of the undead. We supersoldiers tire of having to be the ones running covert operations against the undeath outbreaks, of which there are many more than most folk know."

 

Then he quietly, efficiently, told the woman about the triplets being sent to kill him and about their change of orders so they became his allies in helping to fight the undead. They were then told to find her and to take her to the nearest government offices, that is except for those of local level.

 

Petra was visibly thoughtful for the moment. "For now I agree to an exchange of useful information and no more. Of course I have no intention of going with you to the government. I apologise for what is about to happen to you."

 

The three had carefully scanned the food, drink, and found no threats there. Then each was struck suddenly by a powerfully shot dart that came seemingly from nowhere. All four fell into darkness.

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Not This Earth
One 24.1[28]

 

The four supersoldiers awoke slowly, a little painfully, to find that their minds were changed somehow for the better. As they woke they heard muffled voices speaking in techie, medico and other jargon. Lucky Eddie was able to focus enough to know that the four of them had been sent through extensive processes, only some of which he understood. They had something to do with intense deprogramming, deconditioning, the removal of nanobots and more.

 

Awakening was a slow dreamy process but they, especially Lucky Eddie, picked up that great troubles had arisen through out the city of Perth. There had been not only more outbreaks of undeath but other rising threats; outside military, paramilitary and police units had increasingly come into the metropolis, including foreign forces, along with national, and international, emergency aid. Large areas of the city, in the central and harbour areas mostly, had been secured and remained so but others had fallen were were falling to the 'troubles'.

 

Lucky Eddie began to 'sense' the presence of other supersoldier mentalities in his psychic background, including those of the triplets, and it came to him that others had gone through the same process that the four of them were experiencing.

[Maharg67]

This post is also to be found in Pagafyr's Topic: Day Dreams of a Spaced Out Old Man.

 

Dear Pagafyr, I hope you do not mind my posting an important realisation, of mine, in your topic.

 

I feared that I was trapped, writing, as a writer, in Pagafyr's USA and surrounded by Americana of home spun family diners, high borne flags of stars and stripes, marching girls leading proud patriotic parades filled with ranks of green clad soldiers, no nonsense cowboy John Wayne riding a fine steed from the open western prairies, an orbital space shuttle coming in to land overhead, Mickey Mouse dancing the jig with Minnie Mouse in 1940s dance club finery, a large hot rod filled with the ever teenage Archies, neat pyramids of chilled Coca Cola cans, Colonel Sanders giving out buckets of fried chicken drumsticks, and much else.

 

Then it came to me that this was not so for, as reflected reality through mass media, that this was also a part of Maharg67's Australia.

[Maharg67]

The people!

My people!

Your people!

Those people over there!

Together or divided!

At peace or war!

Rejecting or accepting!

Together we shall succeed.

Divided we will fall.

The people!

What people?

Maharg67, alias Graham, 30th April 2015AD

[Maharg67]

If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same.

Jesus Christ.