Fictions
Sunday, June 28, 2009
 

Google Wave

Since hearing about the Google Wave product, even from what little I know of a Wave my mind has been leaping with ideas about its potential in all sorts of applications. Whether an email, text, tweet, or web post, I think to myself, "This would be so much better as a Wave."

I should back up and explain. A Wave is/will be a communication tool that will be released to the public later in 2009. Since this type of thing is so much more than anything we have ever encountered before, I hope I can explain what a Wave is and give it the justice it deserves. Once it comes out, I can imagine all of us Waving to each other. A Wave can be thought of as a single Email conversation that sits on the internet, and everyone involved in that conversation can access it. This is very different from standard Email in some significant ways. 

  • First, an Email gets sent as several copies to recipients. You have a copy in your "Sent" folder. Your recipients have their own copies in their "Inbox". By comparison, a Wave creates only one copy that can be seen by all your recipients. No extra copies are made or needed, because everyone sees the same Wave.
  • Second, once you send an Email, you cannot make changes to it. The email you sent is then essentially unchanging document out of your control. A Wave can be changed by you after you "send" it. Everyone of your recipients will instantly see any of the changes you have made to the Wave. You don't have to resend it, because everyone of your recipients can see it.
  • Third, when you want to pass along an Email to even more recipients, your Email then needs to be Forwarded to other recipients, thereby creating more copies of the Email. A Wave has only one instance and no copies. When you want to "send" it to others, you simply add them to the recipient list. 
  • Fourth, replying to an email creates a new email that sometimes has some or an entire copy of the original email. A replay in a Wave becomes part of the Wave, and 
  • Fifth, a Wave can do other things that an Email cannot. New recipients will be able to see the original Wave through the final Wave by utilizing a "playback" feature that shows you the changes that took place as the Wave unfolded. Your recipients can edit your Wave, reply to only portions of your wave, add photos to your Wave, and add functionality such as instant language translation while you type.

Wave will enter our consciousness and broaden our understanding of communication. Our perception of a Wave will change as we interact with it. What starts out as an email type Wave can quickly transform into a useful document or a polling place for a gathering. At its core, a Wave is a document that is ready to be shared as an email, a blog post, an instant messaging chat session, or team project. In fact, when you create a Wave and then add recipients, the team of people you include in the Wave can and will add to the Wave to communicate with you and each other at the same time. 

This Wave thing is going to be more like a Tsunami big enough to hit every shore on the planet. 


Tuesday, June 16, 2009
 

Wasting time, money, and resources on a broken postal system

How much sense does it make to send something through the mail, have it travel a few hundred miles, get to its destination, only to be refused because it is 2 cents short of the "new" standard postage rate, and travel a few hundred more miles back to the original sender for no extra charge?

We need a different system.


Friday, April 06, 2007
 
It just hit me the other day. With all these religions and the controversy surrounding them, how is it that anyone could believe in any religious text. I'm not talking about some metaphysical philosophy that is derived from a personal experience for the person experiencing it. There is no way to prove or disprove to you something that is all in your head. What you experience is part of who you are. No, what I'm talking about is those people that follow text that was passed to them as proof of the divine. It struck me as odd that anyone would follow a book or collection of books or even notes from someone else that doesn't keep up to date.
Take for example any holy text currently in existence that states anything at all about how you should behave. This behavior for all intents and purposes sets in stone the proper actions of the human species, but it fails to take into account the evolving social, political, and economic ramifications from those actions. Text such as these promote stagnation of mind and body. The reason this came to me was simple. I woke up and realized one morning that holy text is stagnant. It may be time honored and timeless in the sense that it can draw upon ones emotions, but the problem with the text is that has a beginning and an ending. Holy text has always been about some other time, future or past, and not about the now. If a holy text does not include the things that are happening right now at this very moment, and it cannot incorporate the things that are contemporary, how can it be considered reliable? If the text does not include recent events or events from the very distant past, if the text does not address the contradictions it has with reality, how can it be considered reliable?
Divine text should be current and include answers to things from the past as well as the things from the now. Holy text should be historically accurate, otherwise it's a lie. Holy text should be able to solve problems that do not create new problems, otherwise it's not divine. Holy text should not be perishable. It should be mutable, adaptable, and accommodating to all those who come into contact it. Holy text should already be translated into every language, otherwise it's just elitist politicking to control the masses.
Picking up a holy text in a language that you don't understand should be a good clue that the text is not divine. If you can't read it, then it's just words from another language. If you can't read at all then the text should make itself clear to you no matter your capacity to discern the text. If you are blind, then touching the text should be enough to know its contents.
If anyone is left out of the knowing of a holy text, then it is not divine. If the text itself cuts down or separates those worthy of knowing or perishing, the text is more elitist politicking and not divine. If the text leaves confusion or mis-interpretations that advise people to work in contrary ways, it is not divine.
What is the criteria for a divine book?
There is a partial answer that is simple enough. It's not real, but in a sense it may be only thing that could come close to being considered divine. Written in the cosmic ether is the book that is known as the Akashic Records. It's the database of everything. It is the infinite that must contain everything, including itself. This imaginary book is the some total of all that is and all that ever was. It contains not just the records of events, of places, people, and things, but it contains the thoughts and emotions of everyone. However, it falls short of being divine because it cannot explain the future or even be a guide for the future. It cannot solve problems. And because it doesn't exist in any real sense, it is just a nice fantasy.
Holy text should be the ultimate solution to everything. It should have all the answers. It should already be known to all living beings. It should be part of everyone. Any deviation caused by holy text will disqualify it from being divine. Holy text should allow for both freedom and life to exist outside of its strictures, but also incorporate and embrace those outside into its scriptures. Holy text should be everything to everyone and allow for a holy life to be lived in any form that life requires. In short, holy text should be universal. Holy text should be acceptable by all by virtue of is undeniableness. If anyone can reject it in any way, the text is not divine.
And so, because there is no text that I know of that is divine and holy, it is automatically disqualified, and the divine text does not exist.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
 
This Is The State Of My Mind

To look into the child and see its doubts
Feel comfort in its fright
When will a kick from the little one
Bring me running into the abyss

I fail in my love for nothing
And live with humans of another kind
The un-withered beasts of destruction
Welcome me in their hearts with a loathe

They have no choice but to trust me
And believe i may be their destruction
Contests of belief and physical prowess
Can leave me no other decision

This Offer i cannot refuse
For things wished for are often received
Received in the shadow of Structure No Conception
With little gain other than successful setback

These delights of pain and pressure from guilt
Have not been mine enemy nor mine at all
Terrible sounds erupt from within the others
And watching them stand has been a pastime

Will you watch as i slowly destroy existence
Or will you fight in vain in a Battle
A Battle of no foes and only winners
Faith has no hold to true Trust

I have put my belief an a cloud
A simple mist of luck and happenstance
It has made and destroyed and made again
My destiny is but a fraction of eternity

Drink and Eat bountiful scraps of less than worth
Make your pets as lovers and become of natural
Natural things glow of unnatural beauty
Life is a force against the Universe

Behold your world and nothing that resides
Then look at these Things of Claim
If you feel then begone
For you are not the one i seek

Mortal Thoughts limit to the finite
Finite is the finish of things to come and gone
Pure is a Thought of nothingness
This Thought holds everything within its grasp

Ronald Pyatt


Wednesday, February 28, 2007
 

This is the start of my second novel. I'm not sure where to go with this story. I may have boxed myself into a canyon.

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The End Of The World

This clear night in the canyons was almost perfect. Not a cloud in the sky. The moon was full. So full it seemed larger than life. It was good to be away. The cool breeze felt good on Jueqel’s skin. Laying down in the back of his pickup truck, he and Ray were enjoying this peace and quiet, far enough from civilization to make all the difference in the world.

Jueqel had been doing research on the Psychinians, their lineage, and possible origins. Always a time consuming, but he came across some interesting facts about them, which took more time away. Ray’s teaching had gone full-time, his classes full of new students. Psychics in the rough.

“What are those lights on the moon?” Ray’s voice was alarmed.

Broken out of his reverie, Jueqel asked, “lights?”

There were lights. Strange bright sparks on the edge of the moon. One, two, three, and then four and five very bright spots of light. A mild pain in his head, Jueqel put his hands over his eyes to shield his thoughts, but it was too late. Jueqel received mental impressions. They were coming from all around the world. Emotions and telepathic signals coming at him in confusion. So many people were witnessing this event, it was hard block out the psychic stampede. Ray had been talking to him, shouting now, but the silent noise was stamping out his voice.

Ray touched Jueqel, and a wash of clarity broke through with Ray’s mind the only other voice in his head. “Honey, come back,” his mind insisted.

“I’m back.” The after effects of that mental onslaught left Jueqel a little dazed, but it was Ray’s mental block that kept the voices at bay.

“I think we have a problem,” Ray was stating the obvious, but it was also Jueqel’s echo of his own voice that he’d heard. Through his touch, Ray’s mind had melded with Jueqel’s. Their minds as one, thinking and being as one mind. Together and apart, more than the sum of themselves. They’d been so busy this past year, Ray hadn’t been in Jueqel’s mind in over a month.

“Oh, how I missed this feeling,” they spoke to each other in unison. “But you’re right. There is something wrong. Some of the impressions are premonitions of those people dieing.”

Jueqel pulled away and broke their meld. “Thank you.”

“I’ve seen a dozen bright lights on the moon,” Ray explained. “They look like explosions.”

“Yes,” Jueqel agreed. “You see that there. Looks like a twenty more smaller explosions running in a curve through the center.”

“Oh, crap. I see it.”

It was then that the moon broke apart. A huge chuck came crashing toward the earth.

Jueqel looked at Ray in disbelief. “This cannot be happening.”

“Yea, I can’t believe it either,” Ray’s voice took on a distant sound. “The moon crashing into the world means that we’re all going to die. Life as we know it will change forever. No one will survive this.” Panic started to well in his eyes.

Jueqel’s mind was struggling. “No. No. It’s not that. I mean, this would have or should have been predicted by The Resonance House? That’s what we do. We avoid disasters like these. We stop these kinds of things from happening.”

Ray’s panic was still there, but he’d managed to repress it. “How can you stop something like this. The moon is falling?”

“I mean that we would know about this a long time before it could happen. Precogs pick up on disasters long before they occur. With that kind of notice, we could stop the moon from falling. There are enough Teeps in the world that we could all combine our abilities to patch the world. The world cannot end. We don’t allow it.”

Tears welled up in Ray’s eyes. “I love you,” he said with such a finality, Jueqel wanted to cry.

The world was not going to end, Jueqel knew. There had to be something. “No. It’s not the end.” He tried to convince himself. He grabbed Ray and held to him tight. Ray wrapped his huge arms around Jueqel’s smaller frame. “I could be safe in these arms,” Jueqel realized with a start that Ray had begun to mind meld with him again.

“Well, if we have to go, I want to be with you when it happens,” Ray’s thoughts came through.

An idea began forming in his head. “When it happens?” Their eyes met as if for the first time. It was always like that, but this time it was for the last time. “Time? What?”

Jueqel started to loose himself in the oneness a meld provides. Ray could control the meld and keep their minds separate. Jueqel ask Ray to keep their minds apart. “Ray, take us into my mind only. I need to see the research on Psychinians and their potential to alter temporal landmarks.” Ray agreed and they both went rummaging through Jueqel’s memories.

Jueqel pulled away from Ray’s contact. The time spent in the meld was only seconds, but it felt like they had been in research for hours. “I recall the reference to days spent with the first Psychinian the House encountered. The passage at first reads as if it might have been days or it might have been only hours.”

Ray nodded, “yes.”

“But it wasn’t poor memories, it was altered memories. At least for some of them. I think the Psychinian turned back the clock and stopped his friend from dieing.”

Ray shook his head, “no. I don’t think that’s right. Your research on those members showed…”

Jueqel cut in, “showed an increase in precognitive abilities. At least it was true for our founder.”

Ray was nodding his head again, “and it may have been true for the others. But we don’t know how to do this.”

“Maybe I do. I have always been good at picking up talents. Aside from picking up on psychic potential, I don’t have a single talent that stands out.”

“But how?” Ray sounded doubtful.

“I know I can do this. Just the simple fact that it had been done before means that it can be done.”

The earth beneath them rumbled and the truck lurched forward throwing them both into the air. They cleared several feet, but only inches away from the truck landing on them. The ground beneath the truck slid down and away and pulled the vehicle out of sight. Ray reached over to check Jueqel as Jueqel did the same. The loose earth gave way under them both and they slipped after the truck.

Ray melded them and psychically enhanced their physical and mental attributes, and for a while the world moved in slow motion. They scrambled to their feet and ran up the collapsing landscape avoiding falling rocks. They held hands during the meld, and shared thoughts on what Jueqel would do next.

Finding a stable mesa, Jueqel and Ray stopped to focus their mental abilities. Lending strength, Ray poured his psionic reserve into Jueqel. Pain erupted between them as their connection was severed by a boulder hitting Ray.

Jueqel refused this. “It has not happened. It would not happen.” His mind was charged and he merely needed to step back, and he did.

Dual Memories

The world spun around and slowed to a blurry halt. Ray’s voice cried out, “what are you doing?”

Disoriented, Jueqel found himself bouncing up and down staring out of a truck windshield. Large hands had a hold of the steering column in front of him jerking the truck right and left.

“BRAKES!” Ray shouted.

Jueqel reacted by pressing down with his right foot. Only the truck lurched forward and pressed him back against the seat. His head bumped the back window. “BRAKES!” came the shout again. His head smarted but the jolt brought him around. A calm settled within Jueqel as reality settled in. He released the gas petal and slammed the brakes hard.

Fishtailing and then spinning to a halt, Jueqel and Ray sat in the truck. Ray was panting heavily.

“What was that?” Ray was suppressing some anger and more than a little fear. “Honey, what happened? I feel so strange. Did we just not almost have an accident?” He stumbled for the words.

“Ah, I’m sorry” was all Jueqel could manage. He had to collect his thoughts. Outside the truck the sun was just setting, the last flicker of solar rays tipping the landscape of mesas. “Ray? Are we in the desert?” Jueqel knew the answer, but needed the confirmation.

“Yes, and now your scaring me. Are you sure it’s okay for us to be away from the House? If you’re having second thought, I don’t have a problem going back.” Ray reach over to touch Jueqel. “No, you’re not running a fever, but you do feel a little clammy. What’s wrong? Why did you loose control?”

Jueqel took Rays hands and turned to face him. Ray saw what was about to happen and slammed the truck into Park. I have to get a hold of myself. “Yes, there is a problem. The world is about to come to an end, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Ray’s expression went blank and unreadable. This was how he got when he didn’t want anyone knowing what he was thinking. It worked for most people. “Honey,” his tone was patronizing. “Maybe if you start from the beginning I’ll understand. Was it a premonition?”

“No, yes, maybe, well sort of, but not really.” Damn! I’ve come back in time to save you was what he was going to say. “I’m not sure how to say this without sounding like I’m out of my mind.” Jueqel then thought the sun’s last glimmer of light winked out.

Ray’s face contorted in a grimace. A look Jueqel had never witnessed and never dreamed possible on one as skilled as he was with mental control. Gritting his teeth, Ray spat out, “not unless I’m going mad with you. For a moment there I thought we were getting out of the truck to watch the moon climb. In fact, I get the feeling that were letting the tailgate down as we speak.”

Jueqel could remember that was what they’d done a few hours ago. Jueqel looked back to see the tailgate was open. “It must have fallen open while we were spinning.”

“Spinning?” Ray asked. “We were? Yeah, I remember that too. We drove up here and parked right in this spot.”

Jueqel nodded, “yes, we did. And we spun out and landed here too.” Jueqel caressed Ray’s face. “Baby, the world is going to end in a matter of hours.”

Ray was looking around obviously confused. “What? Didn’t you just tell me that?”

“Yes, Baby.” Jueqel pulled Ray’s attention to his own eyes. “You have to listen to me. Focus inward and meditate. I think the other memories you are having are real. I think that in trying to save you I forgot to save the world. I didn’t go back in time far enough.”

“What? Back in time? I don’t understand.” Ray protested.

“Meld with me and take what memories I have of the last several minutes.”

Ray reached his hands up to Jueqel’s face and gasped a few minutes later. He pulled away saying, “you really did go back in time.”

“Yes, and the important thing is that I know how to do it now.”

Ray pressed his hands to his skull and with an effort then forced his hands down. “I’ve got to meditate, you’re right. I don’t think I can take too many memories like this.” He closed his eyes briefly and opened them again. “I can think better now. I had to sort the memories. It’s like the two memories have different flavors. I should be able to filter them as needed.”

Jueqel was silently watching. “What does this mean? Do you think anyone that changes their actions the 2nd time around with also remember the first time?”

Ray considered, “yes. It looks that way. I don’t know much about temporal mechanics. In fact, I think the Space Trekkers TV series is the only place I’d ever heard it mentioned.” Looking up to laugh, it came out heavy and loud.

Jueqel jumped at the unexpected sound.

“Sorry,” Ray apologized. “It’s just so crazy. I’ve never experienced anything like this. Two memories happening at the same time.”

“I’m going to have to go back further in time. I need to go back far enough to stop the moon from falling apart. ”

“I know, but you’re going to have to go back and contact as few people as you can. People will have memories that double up on them. They can’t do what I do. At least most of them can’t. The ones that go mad might be the lucky ones. I’d hate to think what would happen to the general populace.”

If I go back in time, he’ll have a 3rd memory to worry about when this time comes again. “I might need to take you with me.”

Ray was shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. If two of us go back, that’s twice the chance that we’ll alter more actions and add to people’s memories.”

Jueqel looked back to the tailgate and to the position of the truck. “I think it’s more than that.”

“Why? What do you see?”

Jueqel gestured to the back. “The truck is in the exact position that we had it in when we parked here the first time. The tailgate is open.”

“You’re right. What the…?”

Jueqel looked for whatever it was that Ray had spotted.

“Right there. In the headlights.” Ray jumped out of the truck. “You see where we spun? The tracks? They’re faded?”

Jueqel got out of the truck. “I’m listening.”

Ray turned within as does when focusing his psychic talent. He raised his foot into the air. His leg bulked up as it came down into the sandy gravel. The imprint it left was deep. “Now watch.”

Jueqel watched, and right before his eyes the foot print began to change. Well, not really change so much as take on a new reality. The imprint stayed, but it didn’t have the depth it had a moment ago. “Okay, what does this mean?”

“It means that the first time has impressed itself not just in our memories…” Ray trailed off.

Jueqel picked up where Ray left off, “It really has happened, and I don’t think it likes to be changed.”

Ray agreed, “even so, I don’t think we have a choice. Or you don’t really have a choice. You have to go back to fix it. Find out what could cause the moon to explode and stop it. If it can be stopped.”

“I need you to come with me. I can’t do this alone.”

“You don’t have to. Go back and find Nepal,” Ray insisted. “Yes, he can help. He may not be affected by this.”

Now, it was time for Jueqel to shake his head. “It doesn’t matter what I do. I’ve been extremely busy the past few months. I’ve come into contact with so many people. If I change one routine, miss one appointment, I could be affecting thousands of people.”

Ray shrugged, “better than the whole earth being destroyed.”

Jueqel didn’t have a response. They stood silent staring at one another. “I don’t want to loose you.”

After a long moment Ray said, “let’s find Nepal, now.”

Getting Some Help

Nepal appeared in the exact spot Jueqel expected him. He dropped to his knees, “oh, the pain is intense.”

Jueqel motioned to Ray, “help him.”

Ray knelt down and placed his hand on Nepal’s forehead. Jueqel could feel the power surge as Ray worked his magic. Two or three minutes passed and they stood up.

Nepal rounded on Jueqel, angry. “What do you mean calling for my help on this? I have no experience in time travel. My brain feels like it’s going to explode. My limbs ache.”

Jueqel flashed an irritated look at Ray that he hoped conveyed the message that he may have said too much. “Nepal, I didn’t know who else to turn to,” Jueqel flushed red. “You’re potentially the strongest psychic I know. If you can travel back in time with me, we can fix what’s going to happen next.”

“No,” Nepal started to say more.

“You can’t say ‘no’, because we’re all going to die if we don’t do something.” Jueqel voice cracked in a whine. He didn’t mean to sound pleading, but they were running out of time. He laugh at himself.

Nepal sniffed, “funny for you maybe, but I don’t think I can. I feel like I’m doing something else right now. It’s painful.” Nepal crouched down and cringed in pain. “It’s like I’m being ripped apart.”

Jueqel turned to Ray, “did you teach him the meditation?”

“Jueqel’s right,” Ray said to Nepal. “Concentrate. You’ve got to separate the memories.”

“Damn it I am,” Nepal cried out.

Jueqel knew what he had to do. Hopefully this works on a being like him. “No, you’re not,” Jueqel took two steps and slugged Nepal.

Jueqel felt the psychic blow come from Nepal. It was instant, and much of the pain Nepal had, Jueqel felt it down to his core. Such pain, how can he bare it? Jueqel realized he was on the ground. His feeble psychic shield was nothing compared to Nepal’s strength.

Ray had not acted. He stood back and observed with a cold stare. Was that a hint of a smile? Surely not.

Jueqel picked himself up and dusted off.

Nepal was taking in his surroundings. “Oh my? We’re in the desert.”

“Pain gone?” Jueqel snapped.

Nepal’s mouth twisted awkward. “Sorry. Yes, thank you,” Nepal said in tone that was less than grateful. Then in a meeker voice, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“More than I thought you would, but I had to get through to you.” Jueqel swallowed, “I’m sorry, too.”

Nepal nodded his head. “Alright, I’m going with you. Armand’s been touring. His act has gotten so much better now that he’s discovered his inner strength.” A gleam in Nepal’s eyes sprang up with a smile as he mentioned his lover. “Anyway, I haven’t seen him in a few weeks. Having too much fun and too busy to pay me much mind.”

Jueqel grabbed hold of Ray and looked into his deep almond brown eyes. “Baby, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? You and I’ve spent a lot of time together,” Jueqel explained, “and when I meet, or don’t meet with you in the past, this will put a strain on your mind. You might even interfere if something appears out of place.”

Ray pulled away, stepped back and said, “then meld with me in the past. I’ll master the thoughts, just like I’m doing now. My students will need to know what’s happening, and it might even give me a chance to teach them how useful many of the Yogan techniques are.” Ray looked up to the sky. “The moons getting higher.”

The moon was rising. I don’t know if I can do this without you, Jueqel wanted to say.

Ray planted a passionate kiss. “I’m still getting the extra memories and we’re supposed to be kissing right about now,” he said playfully. “Now, go and save the world.”

Nepal took Jueqel’s arm and squeezed Ray’s shoulder. “Yeah, let’s go. If we’re going to do this, we don’t need to waste any more time.”

Jueqel focused his mind on a point in time three weeks ago. Opening his mind to the possibilities, his vision shifted to a place and time as in a vivid dream. He felt the not yet familiar sense of dizziness begin, and gripped Nepal. Willing the the man to come with him. As they leaped through time, Ray’s fading voice shouted as if through a cavern, “maybe, I’ll see you again yesterday!”

Double Trouble

The spinning wasn’t as severe this time, and Jueqel let world settle down before he tried to do anything.

They had arrived in Jueqel’s office. The clock on his desk showed it was a little after 5 in the morning. He was currently laying on the leather sofa half wrapped in a throw.

Nepal stood next to him looking a little dazed but otherwise alright. Nepal cocked his head, “what are you doing there?”

“I brought us to a time I knew I’d slept in my office,” Jueqel explained. “About three weeks ago.”

Nepal’s face was stone with an almost expectant look. Jueqel assumed he was waiting for more explanations.

“I worked late last night, and I was sleeping at this time,” Jueqel said. “The first time I went back in time, I could have ended up at the bottom of a canyon, and Ray along with me. I didn’t want to put us in danger, so a sleeping spot seemed safe enough.” Nepal’s stare bored into him, making Jueqel want to confess everything. “I had been so busy of late that it was just easier to catch cat naps when I could.”

Nepal’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fell back hitting his head against the top of the desk on the way down. His head made a soft thud against the hardwood desktop and bounced forward throwing him on his side. He was face down on the floor, arms and legs positions awkwardly.

Jueqel sprang up, dumbfounded. “Oh, crap! Nepal?” Don’t do this to me now. I need help. I can’t do this alone. Jueqel checked to see if Nepal was breathing. “Good. You’re not dead.” Think, Jueqel. Think. Jueqel smacked him lightly on the face. “Nepal. Wake up.”

When no response came, Jueqel grabbed some water an threw it on Nepal’s face. “Nepal, are you alright. Wake up. Don’t do this. You have to come around. We don’t have a lot of time.” Jueqel stopped at that. Time? Maybe I do have a lot of time. Considering, Jueqel said, “I’ll just go back to a few moments ago and stop him from falling.”

The thought of going back in time just then made Jueqel a little queasy. “No matter. I’ve got to get this done.” Focusing, Jueqel turned back the clock to just before Nepal went stone faced.

The spinning had not stopped completely when Jueqel moved to pull Nepal safely away from the desk, and onto the sofa. Nepal passed out and dropped to the cushions.

There was movement behind them and a soft thud, and the sound a body makes hitting the floor. Jueqel whipped around to see Nepal had hit the desktop as he had the first time. Only there was Nepal passed out safely on the sofa.

“What the? There are two of you? Why?” Jueqel reached for the water again, but the glass was empty. Nepal’s face is wet? Impossible. I didn’t throw water on him this time. “I don’t understand. Ray didn’t double-up on me,” Jueqel said exasperated.

The Nepal on the sofa stirred, “what’d you say? You betting n…” He froze when he saw himself on the floor.

Jueqel stepped back to let Nepal get a good look.

Crawling from the sofa over to the body, Nepal asked, “who’s that supposed to be?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you,” Jueqel’s voice cracked.

“Ah, then my next question should be, ‘who am i?’” Nepal sarcastic tone was accusing, “or do you think I should be worried?”

Reaching for a theory, Jueqel tried to sound clinical. “Although, Psychinians may appear human, there are some things that cannot be altered. It would seem that because you have, or rather, your existence revolves around being a higher life form.” Jueqel hesitated. “Maybe time cannot change for…”

Nepal cut in, “you don’t know. All your research and studies, and you don’t know. You can’t just play with people.”

“Now, wait just a minute.”

“A minute? You know it seems that every time I learn something new about myself the scarier it gets for me.” Shook his hands in frustration. “So, how many did you create?”

“What do you mean?” Jueqel asked.

“Well, did I replicate two, three or four times?”

“I’m a little confused.” Then Jueqel realized what Nepal was getting at. “Oh, no. You’re not an experiment. When we went back in time, I saw you pass out and hit your head. I couldn’t wake you, and I thought you might be too injured. So, I went back in time to stop you from falling. And I did. That’s why you were on the sofa when you came around.”

Nepal was beginning to pace back and forth. When it sank in Nepal’s tone was softer, “I’m sorry. I guess I should thank you for trying to save me. Well, you did save me, but…”

“Well, no problem.” Jueqel tried to blow it off as nothing. “I just have to realize that I can’t save everyone.”

Nepal’s cheeks reddened, “Jueqel, I’m sorry. I know that’s exactly what we’re trying to do.”

“Yeah, but maybe saving the world isn’t so easy. I have to be more cautious. Who knows how many problems I’ve caused already.”

Nepal shook his head, “no matter how many problems you cause now. It can’t compare to what’s going to happen in 3 weeks.”

“You’re right, but I can just shirk responsibility.”

“No one’s saying you shouldn’t,” Nepal was still shaking his head. “I’m just saying I appreciate what you’ve done for me. That’s all.”

“Oh,” Jueqel was relieved. “Then thanks.”

“We better get going.”

“What are we going to do about him?” Jueqel pointed to the knocked out Nepal.

I’m Not Me

Nepal studied the man on the floor, “wait a minute. This Nepal here is the real Nepal, isn’t he?”

“I don’t think he’s any more real that you are.” Jueqel asked, “do you feel any less real?”

“You’re right. It’s ridiculous to mull over whose real and whose not, but I can’t help but feel that I came into existence after him.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Jueqel began, but stopped before he said too much.

Nepal’s stare bored into him with a “What?”

With this line of thinking, “technically speaking; that Nepal would not be considered the original either.”

Nepal looked around himself, “and this one was created from the first time you went back into time and called me to help.”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Jueqel agreed.

“So, there is another one 3 weeks from now.”

Jueqel put up his hands to fend off the question, “now, I’m not clear on how this temporal stuff works. I do know that the Nepal from the original time is dead along with everyone else in the world, or will be in 3 weeks. This one came back with me, and that makes him number 2. Your Nepal the 3rd.”

“So, I’m number three. What about the Nepal from this time? Right about now, I’d still be sleeping in bed. Armand is doing a show in Germany, I think. Is this Nepal number 4 or what?”

Jueqel tapped his lips, “I think that we may be looking at this incorrectly.” For crying out loud, what a mess. I may have made a mistake bringing Nepal with me. “It may be that you, the you that is already here, is not here.”

“OK, now you’ve lost me.”

“I’ve come back in time twice, no, three times. Each time I show up in my own body. I don’t run into other versions of me,” Jueqel explained. He trailed off not sure of what to say next.

“You think that I’m here, and the other me from the here and now is not doing those things that I did 3 weeks ago?” Nepal didn’t sound convinced, and the conversation was quickly becoming convoluted.

“Well, those things never really happened, or will not happen. All the contacts that you made will not happen now, and if they do, it will be you that makes them in a completely different way. For instance, when I went back in time, I nearly wrecked the truck I was driving. However, the first time I drove I parked the truck. Ray remembered what had happened as they were going to happen.” Jueqel stopped to think about the implications. “Do you remember what was going to happen after I contacted you three weeks from now?”

“No, but I remember there was a lot of pain until Ray showed me how to block it. Why does that seem so long ago? It can’t have been more than an hour ago.”

Jueqel grunted in frustration, “then maybe it doesn’t work the same for Psychinians. Ray didn’t duplicate, but his memory did.”

“I guess that gives credence to the theory that my kind are made of thought. If that’s what I am, then it would explain why I can be in more than one place in the same time. It also means that there is another one of me in this time.”

“If we pull that you away from whatever you were going to do in the next 3 weeks, we might end up creating copy after copy of you.”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to think about it,” Nepal said with a sense of finality.

Jueqel didn’t know how to console his friend. I wish Ray were here. He would know what to do. Clasping his hands together and rubbing, Jueqel resolved to set things right for the world. “Right then. We need a plan. One that will no involve altering too many people’s lives. None, if we can help it, but I don’t see how that’s possible.”

“If anything else bad happens to me, then don’t try to fix it by turning back the clock,” Nepal half asked.

Jueqel thought the topic had been resolved, but said, “if it does happen that you get hurt, then it will happen regardless of how I try to stop it. Yes, I’ve learned that lesson, Nepal. And I’ll do us both the favor and not repeat it.”

This seemed to satisfy Nepal. “Thanks.”

Jueqel placed his hand on the injured Nepal, “now, Nepal the second needs help. I see no bruise and no lump on his head. I can attempt a probe and see how bad he is, but I’m not that skilled.”

“Let me try,” Nepal reached for the injured man’s forehead. “Wow, I was able to sense his mind before I even touched him.” He closed his eyes and relayed what he found. “He’s dreaming. He’s not in any pain. I think I see what’s wrong. There is a slice or a cut of sorts,” Nepal quickly released and pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Nepal reached again, this time with both hands. “There are lines or patterns of thought that are grid like. Very strange. I don’t know how I’m doing this, but I can see the silver cord that makes up this man’s thread, and it continues as independent as mine. There is a cut or a slice in the cord. I don’t have the cut in mine.”

“I remember you talked about the silver cord when you and Cheshin were struggling in the Astral Plane. Is this similar to that?”

Ignoring the question, Nepal continued. “Jueqel, there is something strange with this guy. I mean, it’s me, but it’s not me. Or maybe what I mean to say is that I’m not Nepal. I have his memories, but I’m not really Nepal. And neither is he, I suspect. But for him it doesn’t matter.” Nepal laughed maniacally. “This is crazy.”

“Please explain,” Jueqel coaxed. “I’m not really following you. Your psychic auras appears the same to me.”

“Jueqel, I don’t know how to translate this for you, but I am who I think I am, but I’m not. The way it appears to work is pretty straight forward. Whenever I split into a new me, it’s really like giving birth to a child. Or in my case a new life form. This is fascinating. No wonder you’re so obsessed with me.”

“I wouldn’t call it an obsession,” Jueqel said defensively. “It’s my job to study Psychinians.”

“Yea, whatever,” Nepal smile playful, but his eyes were condescending. “The way I see it, I could split anytime I want.”

“You mean…”

“I mean I could give birth to a new me anytime I want.”

“Nepal, are you saying that you can violate all known physical and psychic laws, and just spontaneously procreate?” Jueqel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How is that possible?

“According to what I see here, yes.”

“Then why couldn’t you see this before?”

Nepal didn’t answer right away. After a considerable moment he said, “because I couldn’t see myself before.”

Jueqel didn’t know what to make of it, but with the circumstances surrounding the beings known as Psychinian’s and their existence had been a mystery right from the first encounter. Jueqel had been lucky to find Nepal, and now he had two or three Nepals to help unravel the mystery. “Can you help him?”

Nepal’s response was immediate, “yes, but he’s already healing. He’ll come around in a few minutes.”

Babies

The bus started puttering about a mile back, and it would be a few more miles before they could reach a gas station. Out of gas the slender dark man pulled into the desert a good ways off the road. This time of night there would be no one traveling by this route; No one to see the stranded women and no one to see the father of their children vanish.

“My beautiful wives,” Tatawon voice was deep and reverberated in an almost musical harmony. “I believe I’ve come to the end of the road.”

Elaine, Diana, Nina, Jordane, Leeza, Marigold, Helga, Annette, Freda, and Latwana looked over to their husband. A sort of awe held their attention. For the past year they had followed him. He was their spiritual leader. It was through him they had found peace, happiness, and the strength to take their place in the world.

Tatawon bright white smile graced them, and they bathed in his light. His dark skin, ebony black, was in sharp contrast to his pearly white teeth. “My wives, I have found enlightenment.”

Diana smiled and said, “yes, my husband. That is why we follow you. Our love for you is not near enough payment for the grace you have shown us. Our children, or rather your children, will come soon.”

“My wives,” Tatawon set his jaw, and with a firm tone told them, “I have found true enlightenment this very night, when the sun set not two hours ago. That is why we set out for the hospital. I have discovered after all these many years that I am more than just a man. I thought to transport you to the hospital so that you could bear my children, but it is not to be. I have to leave you now.”

The wives smiled idiotically, even as Tatawon stepped off the bus. The wives looked at each other, and they knew this must be a test of their faith. They quickly followed suit and trailed off after him.

Tatawon walked into the cool desert, and his wives followed. In fact, they ran to him.

“Oh, beloved husband, we will follow wherever you lead. Ask us to do what you will,” Freda’s words were sharp and proud.

Tatawon turned to his wives and said, “Where I go next, you cannot follow. This I tell you in truth. Your sons will follow me in due time, but you cannot.”

The women became agitated and afraid. “Oh, what have we done wrong?” asked Elaine.

“We have done all you command, and we will continue to obey you.” Helga’s tone was more demanding, but still quite meek.

“If we have shamed you, punish us as you will,” Annette had tears running down her cheeks.

“You are women, and I am only in the likeness of a man. I am …”

He was interrupted with the gasps and mutterings of the women, “my water broke,” and “my child comes.”

Tatawon watched emotionally detached as the women rushed to him and explained that his baby is coming. All the babies will be born soon. “Then if my children are ready, let them be born.” And he placed his hands upon their bellies, but only briefly for each he offered one a stroke. The mothers dropped to ground and began to give birth. Surprisingly quick, each woman held a babe in her arms moments later.

Orion And Lon

Nepal went over to the sofa, or rather dropped onto the sofa. “So, how’d you figure out that time travel was even possible?”

“Ah, I was desperate. When I saw that the moon was going to explode, or after it exploded, I asked Ray to meld with me. It gave me some time to go over the details from my research.” Jueqel cocked his head ruefully, “you know it was you that gave me the idea that time travel could be attempted.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Nepal. Or more correctly, your Psychinian lineage.” Jueqel was nodding to himself, “yes. My obsession brought me to the conclusion that somehow time could be altered and made right.”

“You call this right?” Nepal was examining his hands and then pointed to Nepal the 2nd.

“There is that, yes. I agree. Maybe not the best Right, but under the circumstances I think I made the right decision.” Jueqel thought, why am I getting all defensive?

“I think I need a name. Calling me Nepal might get things confused when this guy wakes up.”

“What kind of name?”

“Something normal like Nick or Barry. Wait no. Nothing with an ‘N’. How about Orion?”

Jueqel smiled, “nice to meet you OrioN.”

Orion slapped his head.

Nepal the 2nd stirred. He looked up from the floor and stared at his mirror image in Orion. “What’s this?”

“Not this, but who,” Orion corrected. “Jueqel here has some explaining to do.”

“Me?” Jueqel asked incredulously. “Can’t you explain what happened? I mean you would know yourself better than I, Nepal. I mean Orion.”

“Well, on that you might be right.” Orion agreed. “Nepal, read my mind. I’ve got some things to tell you, and you’re not going to believe it.”

Energy radiated from them, a soft glow of psychic energy that focused between. Jueqel could see the power surging and hoped that the house didn’t wake up to this disturbance. Nothing I can do about that.

Meanwhile, Jueqel poured water for each of them. After several minutes of psychic bonding the two Nepals came out of it grinning.

Jueqel asked carefully, “what’s so funny?”

Orion answered, “it’s just that every time we get involved with you, something fantastic is taking place. You’re like a weird magnet.”

Jueqel sniffed, “hey, it’s my job.” Well, it was.

They all laughed at that.

Orion said, “Nepal here has changed his name as well. If something happens and we meet another one of us, we’ve got to be able to tell us apart.”

“Yeah, I’ve decided on Lon.”

“Oh, crap,” Orion blurted out. “Dad’s going to flip when he finds out how many son’s he has.”

Jueqel started to shake his head but stopped at the apex. Cautiously he said, “that is not exactly correct.”

“I know, I know. My father is not my actual progenitor,” Orion said curtly. “However, I look enough like him, and he was my mother’s inspiration to have a child. I would not be who I am if my father had been someone else. To me he is my father, and nothing can change that.”

Lon agreed, and said as much.

Jueqel simply nodded, fair enough.

“Here’s some water. If you want anything stronger, we’ll have to duck out into the hall and down to the kitchens,” Jueqel told them.

“Thanks,” Orion drank half the glass in a few gulps.

Lon said in a whisper, “but I think we’d better get to the matter at hand.”

Jueqel set the water down on the desk and opened his mouth to speak.

Orion cut him off, “what we need is to discover what exactly has happened in the future.”

“That’s easy…” Jueqel started.

“We can’t go to the future. We just came from there. We’re in the here and now to find out what will happened based on the events that lead up to the …”

“moon falling apart,” Jueqel cut in. “Yes. Yes. You have the idea. I can see that you two are going to be a handful. Now, I’m the only one here who was actually there when the catastrophe happened.”

The two Nepals stared at him. “Well, what’s our next step?”

“Thank you,” Jueqel managed to dramatize the words. “No one here at the Resonance House sensed anything was amiss. In fact, for the last few weeks, or the next few weeks, overall crises were at a minimum. This would have been a clue to some, but no one came forward with anything.”

Orion said, “so, what you are saying is that we don’t know where to start?”

“Not exactly,” Jueqel tapped his lips. “I think we can do something. We need to start from where I had the truck parked in the canyon.”

Lon began to ask, “what good…”

“It’s a starting spot for sensing the future. I’m not that strong in it, but I am under the impression you can’t really see the future at all.”

The Nepals nodded, “I can’t do it.” They’re heads snapped to look at each other. They laughed in unison.

I think I’ll never get used to that. Jueqel said, “stop that.”

Together they said, “stop what?” The laughed again, but this time less in time with each other.

“Yes, I see this is going to be quite the challenge,” Jueqel was getting irritated, but he hoped his voice wasn’t giving that much away. He decided to continue the topic. “We need to get to the canyons. Do you remember where we were? Good. Then we should teleport there. Would one of you do the honor of transporting me?”

The two Nepals joined hands and clasped Jueqel on the shoulders. Of course, together they said, “let’s go.”

Green skies

The sky changed color today, and I’m not sure you could say I didn’t expect it. The one thing I wasn’t expecting was the color to change a vibrant green. There were no clouds for a while. I figured this was one of those weather strangies that we were warned about in school. The sky went blue again, but the green came back twice more before. Then it stayed blue.

“Micell!” I heard someone shouting my name.

I knew that voice. I thought, “what now?”

“Micell, where have you been?”

It was Darcy. She was always tailing me. Her hair was lighter today for some reason. She never lightened her hair. “You’ve never done that before,” I remarked.

She looked crossed and said, “done what?”

“Oh, never mind.” I decided it was a conversation I didn’t want to have. “How’s the farm?”

“Great! In fact, that exactly why I’ve been looking for you.”

“Well, I’ve been right here in the square.”

She looked cross again and folded her arms. “I’ve looked in this spot twice.”

“Swear, I’ve not moved all morning,” I told her honestly.

I raised my arms to block the blow, but she was too fast. She slapped me across the head. “Liar! You’re such the liar.”

“Fine, I’m out of here.” I’d had enough weirdness for one day. Maybe it will get better this afternoon.

“Oh, did I hurt your feelings?”

I didn’t look back. She could go stuff it for all I cared. I remembered when she was younger. Long medium brown hair down to her hips, and a little fleshy but an attractive plump. All the girls around here got that way for a little while at least. A few months back she had it cut. It looked good, but this lighter shade was something else.

“Where are you…” Darcy yelled but never finished. Like she was cut off.

Then I did turn to look at her. She was gone. There were no obvious hiding places. Strange.

That was when the weirdness got weird. The green sky was back, and the wind started to pick up. I felt the air compress my lungs. Thick humid air pressed upon me. Then I could breath normal. The air went normal.

“What the hell?” Darcy’s voice yelled out.

I whipped around to see her staring at me.

“How did you do that?” We asked at the same time.

We pointed in different directions, and I took a step back from her.

“Micell, what’s going on?” Darcy’s voice was shaken but insistent.

I was relieved. “You mean you saw it too?” My voice cracked trying to get the words out. “The green then the humid air?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the sky,” I said much more uncertainly than before.

“Micell, I only saw you vanish right before my eyes,” her eyes widened. “I ran over here to see where you’d gone. Only you were not here. I turned around and you appeared again.”

“I didn’t disappear, you did,” I accused.

Morning Coffee

Their date had lasted longer than Pebble had intended. They were so wrapped up in talking that time was lost to them. “So, do you realize what time it is?”

Marshall was lost in Pebble’s eyes. “It’s too early, I think.”

Pebble asked, “Too early for what?”

Marshall cleared his throat, “Ah, um, sorry. I lost myself. I mean whatever time it is, I think it’s too early to call it a night.”

Pebble liked this guy. He was smart, funny, and easy to talk to. “Quite right.” Pebble couldn’t help but smile.

Marshall loved that smile. It was catching. He loved the gleam in his eyes that let you know that he was really enjoying the company. Marshall forced himself to avert his gaze, looked at his watched and sighed, “The coffee shop closed four hours ago.”

Pebble’s smile widened at that. “Yeah, I remember the crew saying good night.” He chuckled deep.

Marshall could have melted right there. He’d never felt such sudden passion at a deep voice. He was numb all over.

Pebble moved closer, “are you cold. You’re shivering.”

Marshall was shaking, but not because he was cold. “No, I’m not cold.”

Pebble took his coat and opened it for Marshall. They leaned in close and shared in the warmth.

“I guess I was cold,” Marshall said.

Something cracked loudly in the sky and they looked up together. Something was different about the sky, and it took them a few moments to realize what it was.

The stars were out. A great many stars were shining in the sky. “Too many, in fact,” Marshall thought.

Pebble twisted and craned his head, “I don’t see Orion.”

“See what?”

“Orion, the constellation.”

“You’re right,” Marshall agreed. “It’s been a while, but I don’t see it either. I don’t see the Big Dipper either, but I see way too many stars out.”

Pebble was focused Marshall’s face. He searched from his brow to his cheek and curved around and down his angular stubbly jaw line. He stopped at Marshall’s lips. “Must be one of those clear nights,” Pebble whispered deep and sexy.

Marshall thought that was perhaps the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to him, and would have responded, but Pebble lips began to part as if to say something else. Marshall loved the sound of Pebble’s voice and wanted to hear every word. Marshall moved in closer and tuned his ear a little as if to listen. He didn’t want to miss whatever Pebble was going to say.

It came as a surprise when Pebble locked his lips to Marshall’s. All the numbness bled away into passion as their kiss lingered for what seemed like hours.

When they finally pulled apart brightness filled the area. The two had to squint. Their eyes were slits in an ocean of glowing light. Shielding their eyes, it took moments to adjust. New sounds came into focus as they tried to take in their surroundings.

Struck dumb, they each in turn found it hard to believe. The sun was low in the horizon visible between the buildings. The daylight filled the morning air with birds singing and cars passing by.

The coffee shop owner was jangling his keys, frantic to get the door open. When he noticed the men he said, “morning. Sorry, I’m late. I slept a bit past my alarm. Well, snoozed a few times anyways,” he snorted.

From the balcony

My mind was racing again with thoughts that were not my own. I couldn’t sleep with all the outpouring of emotions and random mental chatter that skates across the minds I touch. Their dreams were too loud, and I reflexivly covered my ears to shut them out. It was a chore, but I managed to block the loudest dreams. Tossing an extra pillow to the floor, I sat up to lotus my way through this. I meditated to find my center. Things began to calm. Sleep would come soon.

The voices started up again after I finally felt relaxed enough lay my head down. I had to do something, but I decided not to take a sleeping pill. Grogginess was not my strong suit. Besides, with chemicals the dreams would take on a dark foreshadowing that would haunt me througout the next day. There was nothing worse than having visions of unhappy events to wear you down.

There was only one way to tune them out, and that was to locate something else to occupy my mind. Finding myself on the balcony of my apartment, the night air refreshing and begged for my attention. It was a start, but it would have to be more.
The drop to the street was around seventy five feet, and at 3 in the morning, only the few nightowls would be up to notice my decent. Or so I thought. One woman screamed and dropped her glass of water. She was unlucky enough to turn from her sink just as I passed. Time stood still for the brief moment I spent in her window’s view, or maybe it was her falling glass trying to keep pace with me that gave me the feeling of seconds ticking by like hours.

I sent a sharp thought to her mind to forget me and go to bed. She quickly shut up. I’d have to fix that tomorrow. I would have to remember to stop by her 3rd floor apartment. Shelly was her name. Apartment 3B. Shouldn’t be too hard to remember that. If I forget, she’ll sleep herself to death.

Her scream was a distraction that I shouldn’t have focused in on. Distracted but for august split second before I splattered on the sidewalk, I braced my mind for the impact. Damn, that hurt. I lay there still conscious. Barely.

The good news was that the voices faded into a soft buzzing. It became the normal white noise I got when my mind was not psyched up. The bad news hit me like a planter. I’d brushed the branches of a potted plant. It followed me down from the 5th floor and landed square in my gut. If I’d had any breath left in me, the ceramic pot would have knocked it out for sure. Though, the pain was intense.

I knew I had to pull myself together before someone decided to call for help.

I forced the pain to the back of my mind and set to fixing my broken body. Boy was it broken. Cracked ribs, skull fracture, and ruptured parts I didn’t know I had. I was bleeding everywhere. I hoped there was no brain damage. It always took too much time to heal my brain.

I remembered the diner around the corner was open 24/7. After this repair job, I’d be hungry. I hoped I had brought my wallet.

Apartment

Shelly’s apartment was locked, of course. I sensed that no one would be in the hall for another ten minutes. I let my mind reach out and touch the lock. The familiar feel of tumblers played in my minds eye as I attempted to find the combination that would open the deadbolt. It took more effort than I was used too, but in the end it proved to cause only a slight delay in my plans. The deadbolt required a key to open from either side. I heared the mechanism click with the effort of my mind pushing everything into place. The doorknob was easier to unlock.

Without touching anything, I slipped inside the apartment and closed the door behind me. A bitter acrid smell hung in the air. The coffeepot was still cooking the dried remains of cheap columbian roast. I couldn’t tell when the coffee was brewed, but it looked like an early morning caller had stopped by.

I started to seek a quick postcognative vision to tell me what happened since I last dropped by, but crunching sound from the other room stopped me. My casual walk through the apartment faltered. Either Shelly was awake, or her visitor was still here. I sent my mind forward, around the corner, and then down the short hall to the bedroom.


Tuesday, February 27, 2007
 
Some teenage poetry from the eighties.

Special Reef Not For You
The reefs of space have an astounding effect on those who come to see
How the wonderful things that happen should not be revealed by me.
Though, I know you are curious about the reefs of space,
I can even see the entire expression of wonder on your face,
It seem to me you don't deserve the special vision that I've gleaned,
Simply because of the fact that all humans are just too much a fiend.


Pets
Teachers, Teachers, and their books
To them we're nothing but little crooks.
Except one I have not mentioned yet,
And he or she is branded "Teacher's pet."
Helping, doing, and all that stuff
Do teaches know it's just a bluff
They get their way in the class room
Even if they have to vacuum.


Black and Gold
If I were a creature of black and gold
and I were a thing to never grow old
I would show the world a strange sight to see
and all the world would be looking at me
They would wonder about me all the time
wonder about me in legend and rhyme


 
Swampy Vacation
Walking down the concrete stairs of my old backyard, the fist thing I noticed is the black body of water resting like an old corpse in its coffin. It is a laked, I supposed, but it looked more like a river that stood still. Its longer length runs for miles, and its width is only forty yards across. Glistening off the surface, I can see a whole rainbow of chemicals just waiting to sing their teeth into something living. Speaking of which, there were turtles sitting on a dead tree branch out in the middle. Sort of an organic island resort in the middle of a chemical wasteland. If I moved too swiftly the little guys would scare and jump into the abyss. That might have ruined their vacation.
I turned my head to the left toward the overpowering smell of some lifeless animal. The tall grass, no longer green, tried to hide the creature from me. The black, brown and gray colors surrounded the bloated body. I hardly recognized it to be a cat. Its disproportioned size must mean it's about to explode. I will avoid that area for a while.
I didn't trust the water, not anymore, not since I was a child. It was ugly back then, but I was a kid and didn't know any better. I would swim in it and have only a partial fear of what lurked underneath. I can remember accidentally swallowing some of that foul water. Tasted like laundry soap mixed in bug spray. My brother had gotten sick from it once, and we stayed clear of it since.
The late afternoon sky was hard to see what all the cloud cover, making this gloomy place all the more unpleasant. I remember it always being cold, too, shadows everywhere ready to jump on my behind every corner. the air had a solidity to it and felt rough like the hands of a brutal stone god. Now, the air was gritty and still had the same cruel quality. Cold and uncaring, the air bit with teeth as sharp as razors.
Cypress trees grew all along the side of the lake. When the wind blew through them I could hear them cry. Only one grew here in my backyard. Its limbs were slumped over as though it were decrepit, gray moss and faded gray-green leaves hanged like the bearded of an old man. i could almost see the weeping of its tears of pain. The almost non-existent life of this place provides little company. The bugs are no company at all.
The noise of the locust send throbbing pulsed of pain in my ears. I can feel their siren alarm steadily hitting me with each wave of attack. At the same time a swarm of mesquitos bombarded my exposed flesh like shots fired from a machines gun. Standing there swatting at the flies, I could not hold my balance. Stumbling for the tall dead grass, I smell the mistake I made in going in the direction. I back off only to trip over a piece of wood with a nail in it, scratching deep in my lower left leg across the bone. the I land on a piece broken bottle. the glass cutting as clean as rusty scalpel into my left cheek. After being here a while, I learned to ignore the torture these insects cause. After being here a while, I learned to ignore the agony of everything.


 
Super What?
Warming arms feel the rays of the sun shining though my bedroom windows while I lay there on my bed already awake. The room is a mess, as usual. Clothes, books and papers blot the floor like an unattractive pattern of floor tile. Various discarded plastic, metal, and wooden items line the design on my dresser. Assorted posters and games run the length of the walls and shelves. should I clean my room today? Maybe. I sometimes find lost monty and other valuable items during the process of cleaning, which only happen about once every two months. My bed is the one thing in the room I do keep clean and made. It is much more comfortable than sleeping on dice and newspaper.
Looking at the clock sitting on the night stand, it reads 8:02. The calendar says, July 10, 1986. Just another day to pass by. It is time to get up and see what is going on in the world. Sitting up is moderately difficult task. It feels as though the earth sways like the rock of a sailboat in a turbulent storm. And, BOY!, do I have a headache. Now, I remember. Eric's party last night. It was one of his good ones, where anyone caught not having a good time was dipped into the punch bowel and thrown into the pool. As I recall, there were strip dancers in portions of the house for, ah, entertainment. I drank and drank and drank all night long. I had every right to drink after the day I had. It started with that damned dog. It just kept barking...
I was in th eprocess of moving, and I needed some boxes. So, I began a journey to the supermarket, and on my way there I had to pass this fenced yard. I call it a journey because it was the beginning of a rather bizarre enlightening experience. I walked this way every day to and from work. Each time I passed, there were these tow dogs that came running up and barking, the German shepard first, then the large mutt. The German shepart was a beautiful gray color. It had a snow white chest outlined in black and dark dress shoes for paws. It gave me the impression of a wolfman in a tux. The other animal was a huge black and orange creature. It looked like an over-sized Halloween ornament with pointed ears. Its eyes were noticeable only because I could not see them. They blended in with the short body hair so well that I had took for a moment to catch the light reflecting from its glare.
This time, as I passed the enclosed yard, the terrible twosome came running from behind the house, quickly dodging the pale metal garbage cans that lay against the chopped wood pile and panting their way up the small grassy hill. Finally making that precise turn around the rose bush, conveniently used as a scare tactic, the dogs barked at me through the metal fence. Normally, I would have jumped, but mind mind was preoccupied with the barking of the German shepherd. Not just preoccupied, my attention was demanded. The sound pierced my eardrums. Pain shot into the ear canal and stung deep in my head. Then, to my amazement, the barking became an actual voice. I heard the hateful things the dog was saying to the familiar stranger, me. I felt its anger toward me and heard the words it was trying to say. At that moment, it was not a dog. It was someone who hated me just because I was too close to his territory.
I became blind. I could see nothing except blackness. But in the dark of my eyes, I knew that dog was there. I could not see it. Though, I knew where it was by its voice. Maybe it was some supernatural instinct. Maybe it was from all the books I had read. Whatever caused this next thing to happen was unforgettable.
I began to look for this animal's mind. Nothing else mattered to me anymore. My sole purpose in life at that point was to locate the source of all that hatred. I kept thinking to myself, "Find Dog. Find Dog. Find Dog." Through my tunnel vision thoughts, I searched with my mind's eye, and like a radar scope searching for lost planes, I found him. Right then, I knew the exact distance the dog was from me.
Anger filled inside of me. Hatred I have never felt before. So strong, I could take it no more. Mentally, I pictured the dogs mind and struck out against it. I thought, "Rip Mind." My sight had not returned, yet, but what I did see took all the strength out of me. The screen in my mind turned even darker. Black as I had ever known it to be. And with the thought of tearing into that beast who so brutally assaulted my soul, I saw a rip in the screen of my mind.
All as quiet. The barking stopped, and light came to my eyes again. I was surprised to see I was not facing the fence where the dogs stood behind. I was still walking forward, parallel to the yard, looking out into the horizon. The sound of dirt and soil being scratched in a random panic and the whimper of a helpless living thing brought my head turning to witness the German shepherd's actions. The poor creatures twisted its body left and right, unrhythmically dancing its anguish, trying to cast away the terrible feeling that had just come over it. The other big dog stood with its head to one side watching his companion's suffering as if he were a child puzzled about why his older brother had suddenly quit playing their game and started to cry.
Feeling I had committed a mortal sin, I picked up the pace and hurried to get my boxes. Everything was a blur for a while. The experience lingered for a long time in a mist of mixed emotions and thoughts. The emanating scent of clean floor and the ringing of cash registers, brought me their attention. next thing I realized, I was at the supermarket, and the checker was asking, "can I help you?"
I jumped. "Oh. Ah - yes," I replied, questioning my sanity. "Do you have any boxes?"
She proceeded to speak into the microphone and call for some assistance. "Would someone from the stocking depart-"
"Never mind," I interrupted. the realization of what I had just done flooded me with a sense of disbelief and a longing to verify what had occurred. Leaving the bewildered lady's look of confusion, I dashed to the slowly opening automatic door, pushing against the its resistance to open faster, and headed back for the scene of the crime. Quickly, I ran, desperate to see and know what actually did transpire. I crossed the final street, almost out of breath, and stopped. This put me about twenty feet from the stat of the fenced yard. Calmly, I walked, pacing myself to make it look like an inconspicuous stroll. A few sweat drops from y forehead trickled down my cheeks causing an itch to erupt and my trembling hand to scratch clumsily. I wondered why I was so nervous. Seeing the yard once more answered that question. Did it really happen? If such a thing did, how can I know it is true? What would I do if something like that happens again? Ha. Do I have a wild imagination or what? i tried to convince myself that people could not do things like mentally hurt other creatures directly, mind to mind.
The dogs were already in the front yard, lying othe think patch of grass behind the rose bush. Five feet from the yard they noticed me and began their barking. Neither did I hear the voice, nor did it sound so painfully loud. I thought things were back to normal. It as only my imagination getting away with me. and just to make sure, I concentrated and whispered, "shut up." They did, with one last yelp. That was not the outcome I wanted, and it confused me as much as it had the dogs.
It was only the beginning of a series of events that were to come for me yesterday. All very similar to the animal's. Each one alone is enough to make drinking as vital as the blood circulating in my veins.


Oct. 17, 1989

 
To Walk Upon the Ruins of Time
Is that my old home upon the ancient hill of long ago? The living room feels as dead now, my old bedroom so cold. The kitchen is bare with webs and dead spiders. Must I go further?
The sun is shining red upon my dry backyard. The decayed arden look so lonlely dispite the feeble fence that accompanies it. The animals have died off. My dog, Lady, is gone. My farm has withered. Can we stop now? The water hose is full of sand and pebbles. My tree-house is fallen, half-burried in the ground. No wind. No rain. No clouds. Only the sun. The red sky was not always so. The blue skys, green grass, tall trees, happy animals, lovely home, cool water, fresh garden, lively world, but that's all gone now. Who started the war? Did anyone win? If so, what did they win? I must have lost. I have lost everything. Will I get to fight in the war? If I win, will everything be alright again? Where is everyone? Is there anyone left to fight? I'm as dead as the things around me. Take me back to rest, and maybe when I wake up I can see something pretty and alive ...



 
Tick
I couldn't tell you how relieved I was to finally get away from the old blind man. He stood tall with along aged beard and wrinkles of travel. The eyes started red-lined white, and burned at the slightest glance. No one knows whether or not he could see, but I've felt their touch.
I am Roni. Some call me little Thief. Some call me bug. My close friends call me Tick. It was my small size survive. Yet with all my art, cunning, and speed, I still find it hard to escape the old blind man. His trinket was worth no more than three copper, and he looked well fed. I thought I deserved to eat that evening. It was as though he could see without eyes. It is said the ancient art has been lost and gone forever. Mystics worked day and night to discover the mind power of long ago. I could not think an old blind man would possess such knowledge.
It was mid-morn in the slums of Goshtar. The morning I woke to the bangs of a woman chasing rats or some other viral rodent that roamed our neighborhood. The smell of poverty was a faintly scent to all of use in the Goshtar slums. Only, I was ready to get away. I did not like to see my petty life slipping into nothingness. I had to see more. I'd make trips to the city and collect what I could, bringing the many home and stash it in my own secret rock-box. Soon, then, I would have been able to get a legal name, our land, travel, or whatever I wished. My dreams were special dreams I would make come true.
Hot days had a way of getting people very thirsty. This day was one of those days. You had to pay for water you drank at noon. I used up all my funds by late afternoon. that's when I say the old blind man. I guessed he was just passing through, lost or something. He paid for a drink of water at the Toll Well, after looking, oh, feeling around for about ten minutes. As he was drinking I saw my chance to get that piece of jewelry dangling from his belt. I moved swift as a robot. Though people under a cart over some boxes. I tried to grab it as I passed the old blind man. I grabbed it alright. But a withheld long hand stopped my very next step. I froze. I could not move to save my life. Believe me, I tried. The old man turned to force him by turning my head with one hand on top of my dusty hat. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, or rather, he looked through my eyes.
Tht day changed my life. I don' t know what he did, but the old man helped me out of the slums. Though, he still scares me.

 
Dorothay Wordsworth kept a journal for sentimental reasons. Her memory seemed to overlook times of events, and kept things out of chronological order. She didn't want to loose time. She enjoyed life and wanted it remembered as best it could be remembered. Through her eyes I could actually see the shine of a sunny day, feel the cool earth below my feat, even smell the sweet morning rains she described. Her negitive outlook always seemed to be shadowed by the beauty of the before and after in her words. In the Grasmere Journans, Tuesday 10th of June, she wrote:
"A cold, yet sun shinny morning... cold showers with hail and rain, but at half-past five after a heavy rain, the lake became calm - and very beautiful."
Dorothy continued to speak of the perfection and beauty of her environment. The weather was an important factor every day of her life, and apparently, Dorothy made the best of it.
Her journal is not precise and skips over day, even months at a time. The journal would jump back over times she'd just remembered after a period of time, that she thought important. This journal could be looked at as though as little girl wrote it. I don't know much about Dorothy Wordsworth, but maybe she was just a happy little girl discovering the life around her.

 
Adventures of Mara
Mara stood tall on Hermesa overlooking the Flatlands below. To the right of the Flatlands was the Familiar forest. Familiar to these last few dreams, anyway. The only thing that hasn't changed in their never ending nightmare place was the forest. Misted over with clouds hanging high and low over it.
A harsh wind began to blow. It carried the scent of people in a city. From this vantage, Mara could see the buildings on her left rise up over the horizon. She could find some answers there. Cities always had answers for her.
Suddenly the picture of the city began to fade. "Crap! I've got to stay focused," Mara scolded herself, trying to hold on to this dream element. Desperately pushing herself to remember the city. She leaped from the mesa and took flight. The air was thin and it was hard to breath. Then she spoke aloud, "By the mystic flame of Matii, I am at the city!"
Instantly Mara found herself at the bottom of a cement staircase. They lead to an apartment building with double doors with an old fashioned gargoyle knockers. Cars were parked in the street cramped together like sardines. It had the effect of a wall baring passage to crossing. Down the side walk were small tires lined all in a row, city style. At the end of the trees the forest began. Its mist pulsing in and out of the edge trying to escape to the forests grasp.
"I'm not going in there." Mara said to herself. "Not yet."
By this time the doors to the apartment building had become a cave entrance. The torches lit the way she knew she had to continue.

Monday, February 26, 2007
 
When the Wind Blows - The Cradle Will Fall
Psychic Adventure Scenario

(*Initial Setup
Players are in a crowded area. Faint and brief flashes of normal psychic activity can be felt by those who can sense it. Then out of nowhere a woman comes plowing through the crowd, and jerks forward in a comical act of falling forward. Whether the PCs catch her from the fall or not, she says, "don't let them have it." her dieing breath is spent handing a plastic card to the players. Panic will start to errupt in the crowd as people try to get out of the way. This will delay the officers slightly, giving the PCs a chance to assess the situation.

(*Psychics Feelings
Precognition will alert the player that a young woman will e shot by uniformed officers that wink out of the vision.
Postcognition will reveal the woman surprised that she could not use her powers on the officers. The officers wink out of the image the vision brings.
Empaths will fell dread and then nothing. But then a curiosity from the card flashes and then nothing.
Telepath will sense the woman expire, perhaps a name, Sherry, is given. Then almost a thought of "What?" coming from the card. Then nothing.
Psychic artist wor anyone with psychic sense will feel the presence of something in the card.
Psychoelectronics will sense an active computer in the card.
Etherialist will sense a presence of some kind in the card.

(*Actions
The PCs must act quickly, as the uniformed officers push their way to get at the woman. Any psychic activity around the officers are suppressed by 5 Ranks, effectively reducing powers to Poor[-2] or less. If powers are used and exceed the threshold even after the -5 Ranks, then an alarm will sound on any of the officers that would be affected. The device will simply alert them, but not give a direction.

The officers are military agents specially trained to deal with psychics. They were sent to retrieve this woman and her possessions. Their detector targets something on her possession. The team is in intermittent radio contact with their superiors. Dressed in dark fatigues, mirrored sun glasses, bullet proof vests, and an assortment of concealed weapons, this small team of agents will be difficult to take out, if attempted. All four of these officers are in top physical condition. They are profoundly dedicated to the force. They have all received training in blocking mental contact, and resisting psychic attacks. They've been trained in the use of Null Psi devices, psychic tracers, and psi alarms. They were not told what they were looking for specifically, but the detectors they carry would be able to find it when they get close.

(*Team One
Johnny Dell is the lead officer, dark hair bordering auburn, round baby face, and freckles to match. He was under orders to get in and get out. If things got too messy, then get out and send in the 2nd team.
Tactical Specialist Expert[+4].
Born Leader Good[+2].
Must Follow Orders Poor[-2].
Null Psi Training Expert[+4].
Soldier Master[+6].
Prone to Depression Poor[-2].

Dwain Howard is next in line, brown stringy hair, high forehead, and a goofy smile that seemed etched into his features. Dwain is slightly out of his mind. In fact, he has a grudge against psychics. He used to be one. He was niced. He is a powder ceg ready to blow when it comes to tracking down psychics.
Demolitions Expert[+4].
Hatred of Psychics Good[+2].
Null Psi Training Expert[+4].
Soldier Expert[+4].
Prone to Depression Poor[-2].

Melissa Mahoney is a veteran soldier, sandy blond hair, tough as nails, but with a surprisingly soft voice. She was recruited a year ago after discovering the secret about psychics. She was clever enough to follow the leads that were left like a trail of crumbs to potential recruits.
Investigator Expert[+4].
Tough Good[+2].
Null Psi Training Expert[+4].
Soldier Expert[+4].
Curious Poor[-2].

Melody Erics was the perfect recruit, long golden blond hair, fast as lightning, and smarter than most rocket scientists, and this is her first official assignment. She performs everything she does flawlessly, bordering on psychic intuition. She has an extreme soft spot for children, which may be her undoing one of these days.
Honed Reflexes Good[+2].
Improviser Expert[+2].
Brilliant Good[+2].
Null Psi Training Good[+2].
Soldier Master[+6].
Protect Children Poor[-2].

(*Dead Woman
If any attempt is made to psychically revive the young woman, a psi granade will go off. It will feel like a psychic scream in everyones head, causing 4 failure ranks, and 1 damage rank to a psychic power.

(*Messy Option
If things get messy and the 2nd team is called in then the following:
The second team consists of brute force numbers spread throughout the crowd. If the PCs are not members of the Seishin faction, the second team will also encounter Seishin agents soon after. With great effort the Seishin will attempt to overcome the soldiers by overloading their Null Psi devices. This will be the opportunity for the PCs to either leave the situation, fight the Team One officers and/or then face the Seishin. If it looks as though the PCs will attempt to stick around, one of them will sense a psychic power being used on them. A Seishin agent will be headed in their direction with a blank look on his face. The PCs again will have one last opportunity to leave the scene, because a child's balloons will cut loose distracting the agent and others visually with one of the balloons popping loudly.

(*No So Messy
If things do not get messy and the 2nd team is not called in then the officers, during any confrontation, will briefly switch their attention to a baby's whaling. This will grab the specific attention of Officer Melody Erics. She will quickly move to the baby's location. Officer Melissa Mahoney will keep a careful eye on her, unless otherwise ordered to do something else. Officer Johnny Dell will call out to Melody and be promptly be ignored. With an assortment of people scrambling too and fro, the PCs may make a run for it. Dwain will be the one that launches any Psi grenades.

(*Easy Cleanup Option
For a less messy scene, and when powers are not displayed, Shadow agents will move in and start fixing peoples memories and altering records as needed to indicated a terrorist plot or some other domestic disturbance. Careful to make sure their accounts do not match.

(*Messy Cleanup Option
If too many psychic powers are displayed in public view, then precogs in the party will start to have flashes of news reports about psychics, the public in danger, and witch hunts for wiping out psychics, bombing cities, and other horrific scenes of humans destroying humans. Sense precogs would have seen this coming, members of various factions will be nearby to fix the memories and records of the events.

If the PCs find the security center, they will find it locked. Again a Null Psi field of -5 Ranks will be in place. If the PCs manage to get inside, the PCs find more officers erasing recordings of the happenings.

 
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Kaygen began his speech. "We all know how this works."

The crowd screamed, and cheered. His speech had barely begun, and they obviously couldn't help themselves. I was thinking the masses were so easy in this state.

Kaygen raised his hands to ask for a little quiet. "My candidate doesn't have your interests at heart. He has only self interest. He will never be the kind of President that I can be."

More cheering interrupted what was supposed to be a short speaking engagement. A college campus rally, small engagement, and a quick in and out, but it had since developed into a full forum. Kaygen kept his hands up and this time pulsed them outward, "wait, wait. Hold on a minute. Fellow Americans, I have something to show you."

The screen behind the podium lit up bright gray, then white, and then adjusted as digital pixels flashed about until an image resolved.

They had decided to show this little clip in place of repeating the same regurgitating rhetoric. Pictures worked so well when it's your competitor that is making the mistakes. It was time these eight years were put behind us, but it wasn't over for us. We just had to get someone in that was a clone of the current President. We had found him. Kaygen was going to be it. Only, it didn't turn out quite like we planned.

This was when it happened. It was so quick, no one could believe it. In fact, only two men knew what was happening. We couldn't predict the future, but if we knew then what we know now... Well, you know the saying.

Kaygen grabbed his heart right after the first words came from the picture screen. His microphone had been muted for the short take. We didn't want anything he said during off camera to show up in the news. That's happened too many times in the past.

However, this heart wrenching moment was not Kaygen showing any emotion toward what was on screen. His clinched fists were for the sharp pain he felt in his chest. He was having a heart attack.

The dart used to induce the onset was small and unnoticed for a few hours

The accused is here before the court to stand trial.

Alternicam Digital Playback shows what happened in the past. Clearly the criminal you see before you is shown here with the concealed weapon. Here you see him pulling the trigger. We've switched to dual view and you can see the dart has impacted in the small of Kaygen's back. We even have the confession.

Now, the following event did happened shortly after. These things are significant in showing the result of Darwin's actions. Not only has he terminated the life of Kaygen, but he also forever altered the lives of those closest to Kaygen.

However, I have playback to show you that may convince the court that Darwin's actions were in the best interest of humanity. If the dart had not found it's target and simply burst into the platform, as you can see no one would be the wiser. As I fast forward through the cascading effect of this one change in the time line, you can see the ultimate result of Kaygen's continued existence. His life means deaths for millions within a month of his taking office.

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