From 32d89472e941612f37064b97a8de29028a1600e4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: stanley lieber Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:19:18 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] 1oct1993: fix bad formatting --- lib/1oct1993 | 4144 +++++++++++++++++++++++--------------------------- 1 file changed, 1868 insertions(+), 2276 deletions(-) diff --git a/lib/1oct1993 b/lib/1oct1993 index e4a81a70f..61eea197a 100644 --- a/lib/1oct1993 +++ b/lib/1oct1993 @@ -1,39 +1,23 @@ 1OCT1993 -by Stanley Lieber - -Written 2004-2010 - -This book was typeset (troff -ms|lp -dstdout|ps2pdf) in New Century -Schoolbook by the author, using a Lenovo Thinkpad T61 running the Plan -9 operating system. - -Reprinted with corrections, September 2011 - -1OCT1993 - -1oct1993.com - -MASSIVE FICTIONS - -massivefictions.com - -This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents -either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used -fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, -businesses, companies, events or locales is entirely coincidental. - -This work is released to the public domain. +by Stanley Lieber Written 2004-2010 This book was typeset (troff +-ms|lp -dstdout|ps2pdf) in New Century Schoolbook by the author, using +a Lenovo Thinkpad T61 running the Plan 9 operating system. Reprinted +with corrections, September 2011 1OCT1993 1oct1993.com MASSIVE +FICTIONS massivefictions.com This is a work of fiction. Names, +characters, places and incidents either are the product of the +author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to +actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events or +locales is entirely coincidental. This work is released to the public +domain. 1OCT1993 BOOK ONE -TAB2, 1960 +TAB2, 1960 tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief -tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief - -The testing was rigorous but fair. I don’t know if the equipment had +The testing was rigorous but fair. I don't know if the equipment had any real effect, but he started talking just the same. bump bump bump clickity clickity click bump bump bump @@ -42,27 +26,27 @@ Little Tommy. "Semen the color of old comic book pages, aged plastic, tape residue, dipping sauce for crayons that were flattened for a specific age -group. You know, so they wouldn’t roll awayâ•”the crayons, not the -age group. Dog piss on the carpet, striped wallpaper, a tray of stale +group. You know, so they wouldn't roll away­the crayons, not the age +group. Dog piss on the carpet, striped wallpaper, a tray of stale flat bread, a portfolio of chalk drawings." "What else do you remember?" "The weather. Nothing." -"Let’s start over from the beginning." +"Let's start over from the beginning." Aptitude tests. Memory. So far, things were progressing smoothly. I actually choked back a tear. I admit it: I was proud of him. -"Son, have you figured out what’s going on yet?" +"Son, have you figured out what's going on yet?" "A severed, pierced penis. In a can of Prince Albert pipe tobacco. Title: Not Funny." I wrote TAB2 on the inside of his hat and placed it on his head. -"Let’s get the hell out of here." +"Let's get the hell out of here." Tommy hated the matching outfits. Orange toboggan hat, bomber jacket, military galoshes. I had told him to think of it as his uniform. He @@ -72,21 +56,21 @@ I hoisted him into his car seat. Winter had struck while the other boys were studying. Permafrost, monochrome landscape. I had Tommy out and about in the elements every -day; we covered four miles, on average, pacing the farmer’s market +day; we covered four miles, on average, pacing the farmer's market near headquarters. He was already beating up on the older boys in the class ahead of him. Or so I had forecast, when I set him on this routine. -Reality didn’t quite track. Tommy wasn’t meeting his PT requirements. +Reality didn't quite track. Tommy wasn't meeting his PT requirements. I began scrubbing his face with an abrasive washcloth and doubled his training hours. "Father, who do I have to blow around here to get a time sheet?" -"You’ll be done when I say you’re done." +"You'll be done when I say you're done." -The kid’s mother. +The kid's mother. I cleared my cache and ducked into a flower shop, dragging Tommy behind me. He planted himself on the floor and booted up a comic @@ -100,7 +84,7 @@ We came in here at least twice a week. I jammed the bundle of roses under my arm and yanked Tommy along to the truck. I thought he might have voiced a slight whimper, but I -couldn’t be sure so I ignored it. +couldn't be sure so I ignored it. The mesh was offline in the truck. I punched the dashboard and Tommy let out a laugh. Finally, the HUD activated and we peeled out of the @@ -110,9 +94,7 @@ I was thirty-three years old. So far, 1960 was diminishing returns. -CU/FARLEY - -tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief +CU/FARLEY tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief 1 October 1960 I loaded Tommy into the truck and took him to work with me. @@ -130,7 +112,7 @@ supervise a side-switch. At 07:30 Tommy spoke up, something about overlap. -"Pop, we’ve got incoming." +"Pop, we've got incoming." Three embassies were competing for the same channel. Ping errors were filling up the logs. I asked Tommy if he had a solution. @@ -146,14 +128,14 @@ growled at him a bit. I gassed up the truck and we cut across town back to the hovel. We had opened a new file on Tommy. CU/FARLEY would follow him for the -rest of his life. He’d shown aptitude. All of that testing wasn’t a +rest of his life. He'd shown aptitude. All of that testing wasn't a waste after all. His mother would grumble but his interest was clear, honest. We assigned him TAB2 and that was that. Inside the house I prepared a plate of sandwiches and pickles and we settled in to monitor the logs. Again Tommy showed initiative and reorganized his own desktop for efficiency. I dozed off for a while -and when I came to he’d routed the embassy logs through his login. He +and when I came to he'd routed the embassy logs through his login. He picked out some trouble spots and saved the boys back at HQ a few hours of grief. I considered pulling him out of school for a few months until the embassies were all up and running. Heh, not likely, @@ -161,7 +143,7 @@ not with his mother. Flipped on the telescreen. Presidential election. Iran. -Can’t escape it. Switched off the telescreen and back to Tommy’s +Can't escape it. Switched off the telescreen and back to Tommy's progress, trawling the logs. I showed him how to clean up a few streams and within a few minutes he was giving me advice on my own data structures. I wondered how long this could hold his attention. @@ -175,34 +157,24 @@ in tow; housekeeping would dig out the truck as time permitted. We made it up the stairs and Chief stopped us before we got to our terminals. CU/FARLEY was already twenty pages thick. They had -decided to call in their investment early. I slicked down Tommy’s +decided to call in their investment early. I slicked down Tommy's eyebrows with my thumb and handed him over. My son and I locked eyes. Tommy full of comprehension. He reached up to his head and removed his orange toboggan. He glanced -at the name I’d scrawled inside it, TAB2, and then passed it over to +at the name I'd scrawled inside it, TAB2, and then passed it over to me, his three-year-old arms not quite bridging the gap between us. I nodded. I understood. -TOWARDS MYTHOLOGIZING - -THE COMING RESURGENCE - -OF COVERT WARFARE - -tags: 1961, coordinator_rex, tab1, tab2 - -DIPLOMATIC POUCH MAIL - -(SB:WR-U; 10-17-1961) - -(Office of Origin: BT/FUCK) +TOWARDS MYTHOLOGIZING THE COMING RESURGENCE OF COVERT WARFARE tags: +1961, coordinator_rex, tab1, tab2 DIPLOMATIC POUCH MAIL (SB:WR-U; +10-17-1961) (Office of Origin: BT/FUCK) Son, you said you wanted to know what I do all day at my job. That -is, since we’ve been separated and you’ve been off at school. To that -end, I’ve written up this account based on notes I took sometime last +is, since we've been separated and you've been off at school. To that +end, I've written up this account based on notes I took sometime last week. I traveled from New York to New San Francisco to take part in one of the operations assigned to my group. @@ -220,7 +192,7 @@ contours were blunted by yet another layer of new fallen snow. Bemused, I traced the deceptive topology at high resolution, scanning the area for markers before proceeding to vacate for the last time. -I made my way out onto the balcony. Even as my room’s heavy wooden +I made my way out onto the balcony. Even as my room's heavy wooden door clicked shut behind me, I instinctively checked my pocket for the plastic key card. @@ -261,14 +233,14 @@ driver was a tough looking Arab, equipped with the usual rough shaven beard and a giant, furry parka. He had a three-dollar cigar clenched tightly between his brown teeth. As he spun the orange cab out of a snow bank, I leaned back into my seat with a sense of detached -curiosity. The Motel 6’s automation was apparently inoperable; I -checked my balance and discovered that I hadn’t even tipped the desk +curiosity. The Motel 6's automation was apparently inoperable; I +checked my balance and discovered that I hadn't even tipped the desk clerk on my way out. The driver propelled us across the bridge and on to JFK, where eventually he halted the cab and told me to get out. I tossed him a single hundred dollar bill and he affected only the slightest nod -towards the meter. I didn’t budge, so he gave me the finger, then +towards the meter. I didn't budge, so he gave me the finger, then sped off into the freezing smog. I had to laugh. Soon, I was aboard my plane. @@ -276,14 +248,14 @@ Soon, I was aboard my plane. Floating safely above America, I rang for my stewardess. She brought out some coffee and loaded it up with a fair amount of cream. Somewhere over St. Louis, I was enjoying a fifty-dollar cup of -Folger’s Crystals. Unlike most passengers, I didn’t fall for their -upselling to a more rarefied blendâ•”I know from bitter experience -that no matter what you order, on a government airplane you end up -drinking the same cup of coffee. It still befuddles me that no one -ever seems to notice this. Menus are nothing more than a racket they -try to put over on unsuspecting consumers. What you actually get is -whatever they have too much of on a given day. Anyway, a cup of -coffee is a cup of coffee. +Folger's Crystals. Unlike most passengers, I didn't fall for their +upselling to a more rarefied blend­I know from bitter experience that +no matter what you order, on a government airplane you end up drinking +the same cup of coffee. It still befuddles me that no one ever seems +to notice this. Menus are nothing more than a racket they try to put +over on unsuspecting consumers. What you actually get is whatever +they have too much of on a given day. Anyway, a cup of coffee is a +cup of coffee. Finally, we approached New San Francisco. Tires screeched across the runway. Air pressure in the cabin shifted to sea level. Presently, a @@ -313,10 +285,10 @@ Exiting the plane, I was forced to elbow a few tourists out of my way. Nothing too unusual; a young Pioneer Scout had nearly caused me to trip and fall. Children were everywhere in coach, clogging up the isles with their sluggish movements. This would not have been a -problem if I’d taken a seat in first class, where children are +problem if I'd taken a seat in first class, where children are generally forbidden, but such an expenditure would have raised flags with the wrong people, and on this flight I was concerned with keeping -thingsâ•”as far as those wrong people were concerned, anywayâ•”quiet. +things­as far as those wrong people were concerned, anyway­quiet. Friendly shoving had become commonplace during the average disembark, and so my excess physicality went unnoticed. @@ -328,7 +300,7 @@ credentials I am authorized to carry a concealed firearm. I can activate its logging processes mid-flight, or even pull it out and wave it around if I so desire. In this way it would have been trivial for me to clear a path through the crowd by sending everyone diving to -the floor. I don’t need to tell you that I restrained myself. Even +the floor. I don't need to tell you that I restrained myself. Even with non-networked weaponry such as my own, flashing a gun would have attracted attention from the mesh. @@ -352,7 +324,7 @@ driver a once-over of my own. Ditto. The same type as in New York. An immigrant. Although this fellow, rather than expose his bushy eyebrows and lice-infested hair to the world, sported a grey taxi cap with a dark, translucent visor. He was chomping a duty-free cigar -(unlit) and taking sips from a can of Stro’s Light. From the looks of +(unlit) and taking sips from a can of Stro's Light. From the looks of him, a Russian educated Paki. Before shifting the car into gear, the cabbie pivoted around in his @@ -370,7 +342,7 @@ With a squeal of tires and a strangled burst of exhaust smoke, we were off. After a short interval we careened to a stop in front of the Embassy. -I evacuated the back seat and leaned into the taxi’s front window, +I evacuated the back seat and leaned into the taxi's front window, glaring at the driver, adopting an aggressive posture. In response, the Paki clenched my collar into his fist and pulled me in even closer. It seemed he wanted to share a few words. @@ -387,15 +359,15 @@ I rammed the barrel of my Colt into his throat. He recoiled against the seat with a muffled thud, spilling beer all over his lap. I then gripped him by the hair and smashed his head into the dashboard, smirking bemusedly because his forehead had just taken out the meter, -and because his pants were now soaking wet as if he’d burst his +and because his pants were now soaking wet as if he'd burst his bladder. He fumbled groggily in his seat and steered his cab the hell -out of there. I wouldn’t have believed it, but the cabbie trade had -actually grown more belligerent in my absence. As a corollary, I’d +out of there. I wouldn't have believed it, but the cabbie trade had +actually grown more belligerent in my absence. As a corollary, I'd just saved the government five hundred bucks. You have to stay sharp on the basics. I stomped up the stairs of the Embassy and kicked open the door, which -hadn’t been latched to begin with. Gradually, I got myself into +hadn't been latched to begin with. Gradually, I got myself into character. The place was fossilized as ever. All of the antiques, artifacts and @@ -416,22 +388,22 @@ and I made a show of ignoring him as I pushed on into the long central corridor. Quickly locating the correct cube cluster, I burst into the -Coordinator’s office and dropped down onto his horsehair sofa. His +Coordinator's office and dropped down onto his horsehair sofa. His eyes moved to meet with my own and then just as casually returned to his pressure screen. I remained silent. After a few minutes passed, he realized that it would be up to him to initiate the conversation. -"I’m sure you are aware," he finally said, agitated but monotone in +"I'm sure you are aware," he finally said, agitated but monotone in his murmur,"That this sudden reappearance of yours will make certain impending maneuvers more... awkward... for my department. I will have to make up another acceptable room for you here in the embassy, and re-issue your cash and supply requisitions." He wiped his forehead, the pitch of his voice lowering steadily as he continued to speak, resembling nothing so much as the air being let out of a -bicycle tire. "I’ll also have to find a way to pay for all of this, +bicycle tire. "I'll also have to find a way to pay for all of this, since you are still officially off of my books." -Well, that didn’t seem like much of an obstacle to me. I was a +Well, that didn't seem like much of an obstacle to me. I was a diplomat and this was his embassy. I was sure he could come up with something. Run the standard algorithm of embassy lawyers, numerous layers of complex accounting, and a few million dollars out of the @@ -443,7 +415,7 @@ Why not just write it up as a series of business lunches, I thought to myself. But I chose not to say any of that out loud. Instead, I sat -motionless, staring, thinking about Iran and 1959, wondering why I’d +motionless, staring, thinking about Iran and 1959, wondering why I'd bothered to haul his perforated ass back home with me. He must have guessed what I was flashing on, because he quickly dropped the pretense of busting my balls and cut straight to the conclusion of his @@ -458,8 +430,8 @@ one hand, not looking away from whatever it was he was scribbling, somewhat erratically, into his leaf. I had never known he was ambidextrous. -"Tom," he said to me as I left the room,"Let’s not botch this up, not -like the last time I had to rely on you. You know what I’m talking +"Tom," he said to me as I left the room,"Let's not botch this up, not +like the last time I had to rely on you. You know what I'm talking about." The wisecrack was wholly unnecessary. @@ -473,8 +445,8 @@ cosmetic improvement. Below the elbows, his arms are tracked with skin grafts, and must be covered up by shirtsleeves even in summer. True, the substrate now conceals more firepower than I could ever hope to lift with my merely human-gauge limbs, but technically he was -correct. During the war, I’d botched the rescue attempt that had made -all of his"improvements" necessary. After all, he’d still possessed +correct. During the war, I'd botched the rescue attempt that had made +all of his"improvements" necessary. After all, he'd still possessed both of his legs when we were dispatched to Tehran. For this, I do carry some measure of responsibility. @@ -494,15 +466,15 @@ card, I pushed the security door open and proceeded into the hallway. As I reached the door of my actual room, I fished out the card again and shoved it into its slot. The whole door frame quivered as I -ambled inside. This place was antique, but I didn’t mind the clumsy +ambled inside. This place was antique, but I didn't mind the clumsy old mechanisms, in spite of what my diplomatic status might have -entitled me to. I wouldn’t end up using all of that new equipment +entitled me to. I wouldn't end up using all of that new equipment anyway. I suppose the room itself was quite impressive, by conventional standards. A hot tub was situated, or sunk into, really, the middle of the floor, equipped with its own bar. The carpet was some sort of -deep white pile. I don’t know, but it looked expensive. Cathedral +deep white pile. I don't know, but it looked expensive. Cathedral windows with variable display angles. Universal remote. The furniture was a posh mixture of vintage and the very latest in network enabled. I waved my hand in front of the couch and seats around the @@ -512,49 +484,47 @@ to the local mesh. I have not devoted much of my attention over the years to the ins and outs of fully-integrated interior design, but I can tell you that this -wasn’t the work of amateurs. I wasn’t able to locate a single bug. -Good for them. There’s no telling what kind of footage this room has +wasn't the work of amateurs. I wasn't able to locate a single bug. +Good for them. There's no telling what kind of footage this room has been able to capture, during the periods between wars when it has been used to house foreign dignitaries. -I’m afraid my reputation preceded me here and I did not expect many +I'm afraid my reputation preceded me here and I did not expect many frivolous trifles, but, still, a few of the line items from my -standard rider were missingâ•”and remain missing, above my -complaintsâ•”which continues to annoy. +standard rider were missing­and remain missing, above my +complaints­which continues to annoy. -Well, that’s about all I have time for right now. I have quite a bit -of work to do before I can turn in for the night. You know I’m not +Well, that's about all I have time for right now. I have quite a bit +of work to do before I can turn in for the night. You know I'm not much of a writer, but I hope this has given you some idea of what an average day of mine is like here at the embassy. Hope to see you soon. -ADVANCE - -tags: 1963, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief, violet +ADVANCE tags: 1963, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief, violet All told, it was three years until I saw him again. Draped in something reflective, outfitted for stresspants. He appraised me, amused. -"I don’t suppose you objected too strenuously, when they told you what +"I don't suppose you objected too strenuously, when they told you what it was they planned to do to me." Six years old. Circumcised. Ready to start public school. -"Son, I’ve been doing my best to provide for your future. You’re +"Son, I've been doing my best to provide for your future. You're getting the best education tax dollars can buy." "Prove it, Dad. They cut off my stick." By 1963, the war had started. -"They didn’t cut it off. They’ve trimmed back the excess skin. -Hygienic benefits. Read up on your New Jack Testament. It’s part of +"They didn't cut it off. They've trimmed back the excess skin. +Hygienic benefits. Read up on your New Jack Testament. It's part of the package." -I’ll admit, the family tended to shunt Tommy aside. We had shelled +I'll admit, the family tended to shunt Tommy aside. We had shelled into advanced operations and were channeling most of our attention to the tactical situation above ground. Probably some things slipped by unnoticed. @@ -564,41 +534,41 @@ unnoticed. Maybe I should have sent him back to his mother. He seemed more attuned to her. -"Irrelevant. You’re not old enough to have an opinion on this. Here, +"Irrelevant. You're not old enough to have an opinion on this. Here, hop on up here. Help me parse these filter rules. We have incoming." "You old fuss budget!" My daughter. -"Why don’t you give him a break. He’s been studying all summer." +"Why don't you give him a break. He's been studying all summer." -"This wasn’t strictly my decision, Violet." +"This wasn't strictly my decision, Violet." -"Lies! You’re the ranking officer now." +"Lies! You're the ranking officer now." -"He’s going to learn a lot more by observing us here than he would +"He's going to learn a lot more by observing us here than he would diddling with you and your mother back at home. Praying. Whatever it is you do." -"You’re wearing him out." +"You're wearing him out." -"It’s part of the training. He’ll endure." +"It's part of the training. He'll endure." "Well, gee. I would advise that you get yourself a good lawyer. -Tommy’s peer group is quite litigious. See you never." +Tommy's peer group is quite litigious. See you never." Violet slammed a lot of doors, that year. The dream was this: -My wife, my sister and Violet wandering through HQ. Someone I don’t +My wife, my sister and Violet wandering through HQ. Someone I don't remember from high school walking up and smearing grease paint on my -face, saying"Don’t you remember me?" +face, saying"Don't you remember me?" -My wife, my sister and Violet walking through someone’s house as a -shortcut. The women stop to pick through the occupants’ belongings. -I advise them not to continue but they’ve become unresponsive. The +My wife, my sister and Violet walking through someone's house as a +shortcut. The women stop to pick through the occupants' belongings. +I advise them not to continue but they've become unresponsive. The occupants of the hovel wake up and sound the alert for their extended family, who appear from out of nowhere and accost us. @@ -606,11 +576,11 @@ Hometown Security arrives with shock troops and we are all separated and detained. I am interrogated by Jeff from CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM. By 1963 I had quit smoking, but still I made routine trips to the -balcony to clear my head and to stare at the snow. There’s no telling +balcony to clear my head and to stare at the snow. There's no telling what my handlers thought of this. Ten below zero and there I was, out there in my shirtsleeves. -Well, fuck ’em. +Well, fuck'em. I was close. Ten more months and the agency would have recouped on my advance. Then I could start in on the mortgage. Savings. Things @@ -618,64 +588,62 @@ would start to look up. Mostly. -Tommy was still a worry. Soon they’d want to draft him. +Tommy was still a worry. Soon they'd want to draft him. -I wasn’t sure he was ready. +I wasn't sure he was ready. -MEN OF VISION - -tags: 1963, margaret, plinth_mold, tab1, tab2, william +MEN OF VISION tags: 1963, margaret, plinth_mold, tab1, tab2, william The bombs are still falling when they outfit me with this stupid, spamming hat and instruct me to cart around young cousin William, the other male child on the premises, so that he might bask in the unfiltered sunshine, breathe in the unfiltered air, be exposed, -finally, to the city above ground. This isn’t posed as an elective -course of action; I’m given formal orders and nudged in the direction +finally, to the city above ground. This isn't posed as an elective +course of action; I'm given formal orders and nudged in the direction of the outer doors. -I tell them I don’t see as how it’s a good ideaâ•”what with the +I tell them I don't see as how it's a good idea­what with the declining birthrates, the continuously falling bombs, the constant -danger of disfigurement and deathâ•”but I might as well be set on mute +danger of disfigurement and death­but I might as well be set on mute when it comes to registering above the din of the war room. My thoughts are not considered. Children, creatures endowed with no special mastery over the evolved traditions of warfare, are expected to find their own way, to get in where they fit in, to drive unique footholds into the imposing, -existential mountain dubbed survival. Honestly, I’ve never considered -this state of affairs to be a cause for concern. I’ve never shied +existential mountain dubbed survival. Honestly, I've never considered +this state of affairs to be a cause for concern. I've never shied away from a difficult climb. Have preferred, in fact, to traverse peaks of despair, regarding them as nothing more than simple clumps of -grass gathered at my feet. The one permanent handicap I’ve endured is +grass gathered at my feet. The one permanent handicap I've endured is this responsibility to my cousin, William, who is so young, who cannot even fend for himself. Others of his age are expected to survive by dint of their own industriousness. William, for his part, is basically immobile. Self-sufficiency has been altogether ruled out. -The war effort consumes most of the adults’ attention. Slowly, +The war effort consumes most of the adults' attention. Slowly, William and I have been pushed from one room to another, down long hallways and through half-open doorways, with barely any recognition paid to how we are being treated. No one includes us or keeps much track of us now that the fighting has percolated into the city. With -new air strikes arriving daily we are the least of the adults’ +new air strikes arriving daily we are the least of the adults' concerns. I work with what I am given. It is in these streets that I have learned my trade, have begun to -earn my keep. I’ve developed an affinity for commerceâ•”an aptitude, -you might sayâ•”and happily contribute a percentage of my earnings -back into the household. Apparently, I am a natural born hustler. So -says my uncle. It has come to the point where I’m afraid the adults -will finally realize their neglect. It is conceivable that they may -even forbid us, William and myself, to leave the compound on our own. -This would negatively impact revenues, which would be unacceptable. -It would also harm our family’s standing in the community, which would -be equally unacceptable. My products are in high demand. It is with -a constant awareness of this precarious balance that I, over these -past few months, have striven to make the skills of the street my own. -I have adapted myself to its unsteady rhythms, mastered its sundry +earn my keep. I've developed an affinity for commerce­an aptitude, +you might say­and happily contribute a percentage of my earnings back +into the household. Apparently, I am a natural born hustler. So says +my uncle. It has come to the point where I'm afraid the adults will +finally realize their neglect. It is conceivable that they may even +forbid us, William and myself, to leave the compound on our own. This +would negatively impact revenues, which would be unacceptable. It +would also harm our family's standing in the community, which would be +equally unacceptable. My products are in high demand. It is with a +constant awareness of this precarious balance that I, over these past +few months, have striven to make the skills of the street my own. I +have adapted myself to its unsteady rhythms, mastered its sundry particulars, balanced weight through the hood until my various criminal activities have become as second nature to me, a collection of reflexive actions as simple as walking into the kitchen or emptying @@ -685,14 +653,14 @@ financial surveillance algorithms employed by HQ. I should say, invisible so long as I remember to hold back that reasonable percentage for the family. It is true, my triple-a reputation would quickly dissolve into scandal if ever I became so sloppy as to arouse -the interest of my father’s men. Let us observe, then, that my +the interest of my father's men. Let us observe, then, that my operations have never attracted their attention. -Add to my already formidable grip the legitimate pay from William’s -promenades, and I’m already better than halfway to my new shield -jacket. I count it as a demonstration of my utility that I’m able to +Add to my already formidable grip the legitimate pay from William's +promenades, and I'm already better than halfway to my new shield +jacket. I count it as a demonstration of my utility that I'm able to provide my own armor. A new shield jacket would doubtless preserve me -through countless future crises (that is to say, if I’m not found +through countless future crises (that is to say, if I'm not found skewered by shrapnel before the thing is even delivered). Thus I have concluded that even my supposedly lamentable character traits (such as my unquestioning greed) may, at last, be construed as facets of pious @@ -702,38 +670,37 @@ William and myself alive is merely the start of what I hope to accomplish. I assume that Mother and Father are cognizant of all this, to some -degree. In my view, this whole bang-upâ•”the warâ•”is simply an -excuse to seek out and extract ever larger sums of money from the tax -base. The whole conflagration merely serves to increase trade, which -serves to increase tax revenues, which results in more war. -Fortunately for me, the family doesn’t seem too keen on auditing my -activities. The fact that my relatives’ economic interests are -currently seen to overlap with my own is a kind of happy accident, -perhaps of the sort depicted in children’s cinema, or in certain of -the ancient, sequentially illustrated pamphlets collected by my -father. In reality, my family’s enlightened self-interest drives a -free exchange of goods and services, a marketplace that in turn -benefits the entire community. My own present activities, in spite of -the myopic moral objections offered by my sister, contribute to this -aggregate effect. Taxes (and thus, war) are merely inevitable. Yes, -I’ve done some reading on the topic. I readily admit. But the ideas -I’ve argued with Father stand on their own, heedless of any -pseudo-intellectual hem-hawing. I dare say that they are -self-evident. If only I could get him to understand: even in wartime, -altruism is beside the point. +degree. In my view, this whole bang-up­the war­is simply an excuse to +seek out and extract ever larger sums of money from the tax base. The +whole conflagration merely serves to increase trade, which serves to +increase tax revenues, which results in more war. Fortunately for me, +the family doesn't seem too keen on auditing my activities. The fact +that my relatives' economic interests are currently seen to overlap +with my own is a kind of happy accident, perhaps of the sort depicted +in children's cinema, or in certain of the ancient, sequentially +illustrated pamphlets collected by my father. In reality, my family's +enlightened self-interest drives a free exchange of goods and +services, a marketplace that in turn benefits the entire community. +My own present activities, in spite of the myopic moral objections +offered by my sister, contribute to this aggregate effect. Taxes (and +thus, war) are merely inevitable. Yes, I've done some reading on the +topic. I readily admit. But the ideas I've argued with Father stand +on their own, heedless of any pseudo-intellectual hem-hawing. I dare +say that they are self-evident. If only I could get him to +understand: even in wartime, altruism is beside the point. -The kid in the cart doesn’t realize I’m only in it for the money. He +The kid in the cart doesn't realize I'm only in it for the money. He digs his fingernails into the palm of my hand, obviously frightened by the noises on the street. We round a corner and a rather large building comes apart right in front of us. He buries his face into my -coat just as we’re pelted with a boiling shock wave of dust. For some -reason he looks to me for protection. Of course, this toddler’s +coat just as we're pelted with a boiling shock wave of dust. For some +reason he looks to me for protection. Of course, this toddler's intellect is incapable of assessing the true complexity of our -situationâ•”he’s not yet up to the task of cynical apprehensionâ•”but +situation­he's not yet up to the task of cynical apprehension­but perhaps in the end he is right to place his faith in me. It is unquestionably within the realm of my interests to ensure that he survives these trips to the surface. The profit motive is clear. -It’s right there in my contract. +It's right there in my contract. I pause to reflect on the brilliant symmetry of our arrangement and it dazzles me all over again. I cannot help but marvel as I trace its @@ -755,31 +722,31 @@ Torn from my reverie, I reply with a gentle squeeze, communicating to William that we are going to be all right. I guide his chair across the street, away from the perambulating dust cloud that by now has puffed up its chest to encompass half of the block. If the trailing -wisps of this mess are not to gum up the works of William’s chair, -we’ll need to find our way into a shop or an office or a foyer rather +wisps of this mess are not to gum up the works of William's chair, +we'll need to find our way into a shop or an office or a foyer rather quickly. Adults are hurling themselves to an fro, generally kicking up more commotion than is warranted by the simple demolition of a midtown office building. I reign in young master William and tether him to a -banister, then set off to fetch an adult. In short order I’m +banister, then set off to fetch an adult. In short order I'm breast-stroking through a sea of white lab coats. It is clear to me -now that we’ve ended up in some sort of medical clinic. +now that we've ended up in some sort of medical clinic. It takes only a moment to evaluate the new surroundings, and I remain lucid enough not to dust myself off before approaching one of the nurses. That would be tantamount to chucking one of my tools into the trash. -"There’s just no end to it," I hear one of the doctors remark, +"There's just no end to it," I hear one of the doctors remark, circumnavigating the perimeter of a nearby cubicle. His voice is filled with work-a-day resignation. I rotate my body to face him so that I might appraise him visually. Half a second passes. His profile fits, so I launch myself -purposefully in his direction. I’m going to try to smear hand prints +purposefully in his direction. I'm going to try to smear hand prints onto his coat before he has a chance to form a dispassionate -impression of me. Once I’ve struck, he’ll be forced to take in my +impression of me. Once I've struck, he'll be forced to take in my appearance, to consider my circumstances. The ploy is guaranteed to work, given his type. @@ -794,9 +761,9 @@ clothing and runny nose for his inspection. place, out on the street?" I let the question hang there, resonating in the stale clinic air. -I’m play-acting now as if I’m stupid, asking after that which I’m +I'm play-acting now as if I'm stupid, asking after that which I'm clearly not equipped to understand. He buys into this mailbox full of -spam because I’m merely a child, seven years of age, and therefore, +spam because I'm merely a child, seven years of age, and therefore, self-evidently, not yet sophisticated enough to mount a motivated deception. @@ -805,8 +772,8 @@ Oh, the folly of experience. I tilt towards him perceptibly, making sure he takes notice of my garb. His eyes fall upon me in silence and then there is a gap of some seconds before I finally detect a twinkle in the center of his -mechanical eye. At last, he’s picked up on it. He’s located the -transceiver. He’s got a make on my ID. +mechanical eye. At last, he's picked up on it. He's located the +transceiver. He's got a make on my ID. This, of course, changes everything. His demeanor, not thirty seconds ago the sort of bemused half-attention one pays to a poverty-stricken @@ -821,10 +788,10 @@ working. He dings my helmet. "You see, recently, some bad men have taken it upon themselves to -provide our city’s skyline with a series of aesthetic improvements. +provide our city's skyline with a series of aesthetic improvements. You may learn in school, in the coming years, about a social -interaction often referred toâ•”referred to in the literature, that -isâ•”as politically motivated violence. Or, for short, PMV." +interaction often referred to­referred to in the literature, that +is­as politically motivated violence. Or, for short, PMV." "Splendid and fascinating!" I exclaim, masking a considerable amount of mental activity with a merely adequate portrayal of child-like @@ -836,7 +803,7 @@ details of the bombing attack without also giving away my real aim; shuffling through numerous possible non sequiturs with which to counter his inane stammering, none of which must come across as excessively practiced lest I inadvertently alert him to the fact that -I’m on the grift; and, to complicate matters, keeping an eye on what’s +I'm on the grift; and, to complicate matters, keeping an eye on what's going on around us in the office, paying particular attention to my physical location relative to all possible exits. It has only been in situations like this that I have, after so many years, felt well and @@ -850,12 +817,12 @@ confusion. "Say, son, what are you two doing in my clinic?" -William’s chair is knocking back and forth, gently, blissfully unaware +William's chair is knocking back and forth, gently, blissfully unaware of the limits set by my tether. I turn my eyes back to the doctor very slowly, straightening my posture and raising my voice. "Sir, I was carting around my little brother here when the building at -25765 St. Aecstopher’s Cross did fall down nearly on top of us. I’m +25765 St. Aecstopher's Cross did fall down nearly on top of us. I'm afraid I have sustained some sort of injury, as my arm seems to have gone missing." @@ -866,62 +833,62 @@ there it is." He fails to laugh. Instead, he puts in a respectable effort to wrinkle his eyebrows, to grow more visibly concerned. Privately, I want to be disappointed with this reaction, to ask him if somehow the -humor hasn’t translated, but I will not break character over a single +humor hasn't translated, but I will not break character over a single flat joke. -Now, this fellow knows when he smells a five-star dinner. He’s -recognized which house we’re from. Dad’s pressure screen is probably +Now, this fellow knows when he smells a five-star dinner. He's +recognized which house we're from. Dad's pressure screen is probably glowing red even as we commence negotiations. I think I can actually feel the chips twitching in my wrist and neck, as both regions are -crying out to be scratched. Or maybe it’s just my allergies. +crying out to be scratched. Or maybe it's just my allergies. -Without warning, something seems to click into place in the doctor’s +Without warning, something seems to click into place in the doctor's head. He lunges towards me. -Almost before I can unlatch William, the man’s taken me up into his +Almost before I can unlatch William, the man's taken me up into his arms, ferrying me into an examination room. He unloads me gently onto a table and smooths me onto its stiff, white paper. A microwave sweep to stem the spread of various bacteria. It will be interesting to -learn which perilousâ•”though certainly, at this clinic, -treatableâ•”ailment he has diagnosed me with, now that he realizes -I’ve membership in a truly superlative insurance program. That’s when -he notices my eyes. +learn which perilous­though certainly, at this clinic, +treatable­ailment he has diagnosed me with, now that he realizes I've +membership in a truly superlative insurance program. That's when he +notices my eyes. -"Sonâ•”" His own eyes get stuck gliding over William’s gilded chair. +"Son­" His own eyes get stuck gliding over William's gilded chair. "Son, are you... blind?" -"Of course I’m blind, you jack-ass!" +"Of course I'm blind, you jack-ass!" -Okay, here I will admit that I’ve broken character and degenerated +Okay, here I will admit that I've broken character and degenerated into an emotional outburst. I wrench my face back into a pathetic sulk and twitch only once, trying to restore equilibrium. I remind myself to act my age. Let him guide the scene. "How long have you been wandering the streets out there, without being -able to see where you’re going?" +able to see where you're going?" An easy one. -"It’s never really been an issue. I mean, I seem to know my way +"It's never really been an issue. I mean, I seem to know my way around the neighborhood pretty well. Everyone here knows me. And -twenty-twenty vision isn’t a panacea against belly-flopping +twenty-twenty vision isn't a panacea against belly-flopping architecture, as I think was proved out there today." "Hm. I suppose it was. I admit, you do seem capable. But still, blindness is a serious complaint for one who spends so much time -outdoors. I would imagine it’s also quite demoralizing, when your -obstructed vision is rated against that of your peers, wouldn’t you +outdoors. I would imagine it's also quite demoralizing, when your +obstructed vision is rated against that of your peers, wouldn't you agree?" -Like I said, I’m a million dollar bill lying face-up on the sidewalk. +Like I said, I'm a million dollar bill lying face-up on the sidewalk. Presently, he claps me into another chair, this one missing the sanitary strip of paper, and begins attaching things to my face. I open my mouth to try another approach but he simply reaches down and -plugs it with a wad of medical gauze. I suppose we’ll have to -continue our discussion once he’s finished tinkering with my eyes. +plugs it with a wad of medical gauze. I suppose we'll have to +continue our discussion once he's finished tinkering with my eyes. -He’s a few hours getting on with it, and so by the time he’s taken +He's a few hours getting on with it, and so by the time he's taken down my numbers and confirmed them multiple times against his network queries, William and I are left to amble along home. Once again I have to point out: here we are, children, alone on the streets after @@ -939,7 +906,7 @@ We exit the clinic without having gathered any useful intelligence. Ditto for the tally of unburdened currency we have to show for our trouble. No doubt this will have been a complete waste of an afternoon, distinguished only by the irritation of a needless medical -procedure. I’ve wasted a lot of time that could have been devoted to +procedure. I've wasted a lot of time that could have been devoted to shoring up my grip. William looks up at me, visibly disappointed. At an intersection, I am surprised to note that I can now see things I @@ -955,10 +922,10 @@ On balance, I will say that there is much to recommend in these additional streams of information, all dancing betwixt each other and pouring unstoppably into my face. The interface is intuitive, hands-free. I can see where such a device could be considered useful. -I’m even getting telemetry now from HQ. What has this motherspamming +I'm even getting telemetry now from HQ. What has this motherspamming optometrist done to me? -I seem to have gotten quite a ways down the street on my own. I’ve +I seem to have gotten quite a ways down the street on my own. I've inadvertently left William back at the intersection, his chair bobbing in sync with the traffic. When I return to his side I see that he has pulled out his knapsack and begun to tear off little strips of paper, @@ -974,8 +941,8 @@ and, for the first time today, puts forth the effort to straighten out his spine and stutter a few words. In spite of the pain it causes him he wants to speak to me. You have to admire his grit. -"T-T-Thomas, it’s been a fun day, and it is r-r-rather lateâ•” ungt! -â•”but, if it’s all the same to you... I... I would prefer that we +"T-T-Thomas, it's been a fun day, and it is r-r-rather late­ ungt! +­but, if it's all the same to you... I... I would prefer that we tarry here for a while, and p-p-pickle in the ebb and flow of the... c-c-cool night air." @@ -984,84 +951,82 @@ building collapses, somewhere off in the distance. On this night, the city will not be afforded its usual dusk-to-dawn reprieve. Gingerly, I work the length of gauze out of my mouth and begin to -unroll its damp wad of fabric onto the sidewalk. William’s glassy +unroll its damp wad of fabric onto the sidewalk. William's glassy eyes reflect a light that seems to originate from no obvious source. -He recognizes what it is I’ve managed to smuggle out of the doctor’s +He recognizes what it is I've managed to smuggle out of the doctor's office. There is more here than just the blood and spittle sopped up by the rags. A selection of tiny hand tools glistens in the light of the street -lamp. These are the final pieces we’ll need to render our +lamp. These are the final pieces we'll need to render our reverse-engineering shop, hidden for now in a vacant ammo closet on the sixth level, fully operational. Once I can get a hold of a few more classified schematics, we can begin undercutting the importers -and kick our minuscule operation into full gear. We’ll even be able -to outfit William’s chair with its own shield jacket and an +and kick our minuscule operation into full gear. We'll even be able +to outfit William's chair with its own shield jacket and an independent comms package, all of our own design. No more relying on the adults or outsiders for our gear. I briefly consider cutting Father in on this action. The notion is dispersed by the echoes of mortar fire reverberating across the river. -Try as I might, I know he just couldn’t be made to understand. This -world we’ve arrived at, crowning from the great, vaginal maw of +Try as I might, I know he just couldn't be made to understand. This +world we've arrived at, crowning from the great, vaginal maw of nothingness bequeathed to us by our ancestors, brooks no quarter for the elderly, or for those sad individuals still nostalgic for the unambiguous adversaries of eras past. Pop would be happier lobbing rounds at the enemy, clawing defiantly as he sinks into his grave, -still convinced he’s making some sort of falsifiable, empirical -contribution to his generation’s most momentous struggle. +still convinced he's making some sort of falsifiable, empirical +contribution to his generation's most momentous struggle. What a load of bollocks. Dad has wasted his entire life on this nonsense. -I decide it’s best to keep my opinions to myself. William tends to be +I decide it's best to keep my opinions to myself. William tends to be sentimental when it comes to family. Speaking of which, the boy has gotten busy, grunting and drooling onto his shirt. All evidence of his brief flash of lucidity is gone, -vanished. Might as well never have happened. He’s making a mess of +vanished. Might as well never have happened. He's making a mess of his clothing. I snatch up the little bundle of tools before he spoils them. Sometimes you wonder why you even bother. With William, the sentiment is amplified. I suppose I do feel for him. -We’re both of us looking forward to the end of this war. +We're both of us looking forward to the end of this war. No, really. Hear me out. -I’ve grown weary of the grind. I want to be free of William, free of +I've grown weary of the grind. I want to be free of William, free of this duty. I worry that the adults have already compromised our security. I -can’t imagine the Green insurgents will ever give up. Do you see what -I’m saying? It’s frustrating that the family pursues this stagnant -vision of religious purity. We can’t all be ideologues. Or not of +can't imagine the Green insurgents will ever give up. Do you see what +I'm saying? It's frustrating that the family pursues this stagnant +vision of religious purity. We can't all be ideologues. Or not of the type my father admires, anyway. We have to be in this to win it. We have to get in where we fit in. And that might not include the Church. -For now, I suppose, I’m content to focus on having a smoke and getting +For now, I suppose, I'm content to focus on having a smoke and getting rich. -I’m convinced it’s the only way I’m going to survive. +I'm convinced it's the only way I'm going to survive. -VISOR TECHNOLOGY - -tags: 1964, actron, tab1, tab2, the_chief +VISOR TECHNOLOGY tags: 1964, actron, tab1, tab2, the_chief The new gear seemed to suit Tommy fine. -Indeed, over the past month he’d hardly complained. The visor allowed +Indeed, over the past month he'd hardly complained. The visor allowed him to dominate. Sometimes even with the older boys. Now, he came home with money in his pocket. -He still hadn’t been drafted. +He still hadn't been drafted. -When I’d sent him to the clinic, I was only vaguely aware of what they +When I'd sent him to the clinic, I was only vaguely aware of what they might install in his head. This modern equipment was beyond my expertise. Above my pay grade, as we used to say. Now, it looked as -if some improvements had been pushed to Tommy’s firmware, even in the +if some improvements had been pushed to Tommy's firmware, even in the last fifteen minutes. All I could do was shake my head. The tactical advantage was clear. I was just glad HQ had agreed to @@ -1072,7 +1037,7 @@ Bush? J. K. Rowling might run for President in 1968. Naturally, something had to be done. I decided to involve Tommy. I was allowed complete discretion when it -came to personnel. I thought that with the enhancements he’d prove +came to personnel. I thought that with the enhancements he'd prove useful. At least as useful as before. And he had been pretty useful, before. @@ -1082,36 +1047,36 @@ I got him out of bed and brought him in to work. The Chief was having a bit of a problem with a can of bi-partisan gravy. -"I can’t get this spamming thing opened." +"I can't get this spamming thing opened." -Tommy quickly found a weak spot in the can’s lid, using his visor."No +Tommy quickly found a weak spot in the can's lid, using his visor."No problem," he said, and opened the can. -"Next time, I’ll just go with the low-fat deli shtick." +"Next time, I'll just go with the low-fat deli shtick." "None of that stuff is very good for you," Tommy chided. The Chief could only roll his eyes. -"Well, shit on my Christmas! The boy’s found another one." +"Well, shit on my Christmas! The boy's found another one." -Campaign contributions. We’d put Tommy on the trail of J. K. -Rowling’s backers. The financial streams were now running through the -boy’s system. He was even better at this than the machines. +Campaign contributions. We'd put Tommy on the trail of J. K. +Rowling's backers. The financial streams were now running through the +boy's system. He was even better at this than the machines. -"It’s old man Jerrymander." +"It's old man Jerrymander." "The Molds," I said, making eye contact with Tommy. -We’d had a hell of a time keeping this guy out of the race. Strictly -speaking, he wasn’t even legal; an immigrant from some border state -that had been excluded from the new American union. But he’d +We'd had a hell of a time keeping this guy out of the race. Strictly +speaking, he wasn't even legal; an immigrant from some border state +that had been excluded from the new American union. But he'd leveraged his wealth to rig local rules in one of the communities he -controlled. We’d missed it before it was too late. It had caused +controlled. We'd missed it before it was too late. It had caused some friction here at HQ. Who was to blame? We all had a bit of a -problem with Mold’s politics. +problem with Mold's politics. -"So I guess if he can’t run, he’ll put up a guy who can. Sounds like +"So I guess if he can't run, he'll put up a guy who can. Sounds like a good strategy to me." "No, not analysis," I ordered."You concentrate on the streams." @@ -1129,15 +1094,10 @@ was angling again to get his claws into the election, we could expect a lot of activity down south in the next few weeks. It was likely the attacks on the city would only intensify. -The boy’s visor had amortized in only a month. +The boy's visor had amortized in only a month. -PAPER WINTER - -tags: 1966, mother, tab1, tab2, violet - -Violet’s Diary - -1 October 1966 +PAPER WINTER tags: 1966, mother, tab1, tab2, violet Violet's Diary 1 +October 1966 It had all crumpled. Violet moved her eyes across the sky but could not find its edges, the corners of a vast, dirty sheet of paper that @@ -1145,16 +1105,16 @@ canopied the entire city. Fibrous swirls stirred and unrolled before her, contriving illusions of focus. Violet stared silently past the rooftops, ignoring the city and directing her gaze forward into space. Or rather, she thought, she would have been staring into space, if not -for this endless, sprawling white that inevitably drew one’s eyes back +for this endless, sprawling white that inevitably drew one's eyes back into the soot. Her mask observed the scene with detachment. On its face, it did not register whether Violet felt one way or the other about the situation. More broadly, about anything at all. The lack of visibility was of personal concern, to be sure; but it was nothing -that should mar Violet’s appearance to others. The mask was certain +that should mar Violet's appearance to others. The mask was certain of this. After all, Violet had configured the settings herself. Violet turned away from the window and directed her face towards the -central corridor of her family’s apartment. A line of green squares +central corridor of her family's apartment. A line of green squares tracked her hand as it traveled from the window back down to her side. Turning in bright arcs, the dots of color followed by half-steps, floating gradually closer to the reflector on the opposite side of her @@ -1168,19 +1128,19 @@ herself, careful not to put any undue strain on her stabilizers. Finally, this action prompted her mask to register a minute change in her facial expression. Inside, a joint clicked. -"My back feels like it’s being folded into paper airplanes," she +"My back feels like it's being folded into paper airplanes," she muttered into her faceplate. -Presently, there emerged between the doorway’s mechanical lips a +Presently, there emerged between the doorway's mechanical lips a familiar, angular-faced woman, who reeked alternately of whiskey and of the orchids that were pinned to her billowing yellow coat. -Violet’s grandmother swept into the apartment and at once commenced to -critique the child’s appearance. She was able to issue several +Violet's grandmother swept into the apartment and at once commenced to +critique the child's appearance. She was able to issue several disconnected, declarative statements before being overcome by the rolling contours of her own formal wear. Violet giggled. This -animation of the old woman’s garb was not without its effect. Soon +animation of the old woman's garb was not without its effect. Soon enough, bony hands pushed through the bright folds of cloth and found -purchase on Violet’s arm. The hands proceeded to travel. Violet’s +purchase on Violet's arm. The hands proceeded to travel. Violet's fingers were studied at length before it was stated authoritatively that she would now turn over her tobacco pouch and put away her pipe. Nicotine, her grandmother said, stains the hands. @@ -1188,17 +1148,17 @@ Nicotine, her grandmother said, stains the hands. When Grandmother fled the seclusion of her estate, which was by now quite seldom, she would insist upon stowing a small animal within the sleeves of her baroque accouterments. As a matter of course, one such -animal was present today. The Shih Tzu nipped wildly at Violet’s mask +animal was present today. The Shih Tzu nipped wildly at Violet's mask as she leaned forward to embrace the old woman around her waist. Violet made no attempt to pull away from her grandmother or from the dog. Her mask maintained its aloof composure, sensors indicating -that, beneath its porcelain exterior, Violet’s flesh likewise held +that, beneath its porcelain exterior, Violet's flesh likewise held close to its default settings. The formal greetings finally concluded, Grandmother seated herself and -began smoothing out the creases in her dog’s black velvet dress. A +began smoothing out the creases in her dog's black velvet dress. A spate of frivolous conversation ensued; meaningless, serving only to -mark the passage of time and to calm the old woman’s nerves until at +mark the passage of time and to calm the old woman's nerves until at last she would be reunited with her son. Brill cream. @@ -1216,17 +1176,17 @@ of saliva had formed around his chin. Slowly, he came to the realization that the current arrangement of his limbs was uncomfortable. -When his arms didn’t work, he shifted attention to his legs. He +When his arms didn't work, he shifted attention to his legs. He pushed himself over to the door and noticed that it remained locked from the inside. Still, it was a no-go on getting it to open again. -At this point he couldn’t even pull his arms up off of the floor, much +At this point he couldn't even pull his arms up off of the floor, much less manipulate a key. Movement in the hallway flagged his attention as a whole set of keys (worn externally) brushed the doorknob in passing. The sound passed very quickly. Presumably, Violet, on her way to the kitchen. -Just then, the remainder of last night’s double-malt scotch flickered +Just then, the remainder of last night's double-malt scotch flickered into view, diffracting the snow-light and catching his eye. The bottle lay motionless in a blurry field of illumination, an unconvincing square of warmth let in by the bathroom window. He @@ -1246,7 +1206,7 @@ himself up, over its lip, into the gaping, porcelain mouth. The water was quite warm, as far as he could tell. The porcelain, cold. Head upside-down, hanging over the edge of the tub, he could just make -out a snow drift on the neighbors’ roof. He had to stop then and +out a snow drift on the neighbors' roof. He had to stop then and laugh because it looked like the house was wearing a beard. He had been awake for close to half an hour. It should have taken no @@ -1269,7 +1229,7 @@ inward. Appearing at the foot of the tub was his nine year old son, head poking through the shirt Thomas had struggled to tear out of only moments before. It fit him like a circus tent. The boy was -completely oblivious to his father’s predicament. +completely oblivious to his father's predicament. "Dad," he said."The Vice President will arrive soon." @@ -1283,7 +1243,7 @@ mouth had been working, he would have screamed for them to turn the damned thing down. So loud. His mother would arrive within the hour, no doubt with her husband in -tow. He hadn’t even wanted them to know where he lived. +tow. He hadn't even wanted them to know where he lived. The Vice President. The spamhole. @@ -1303,13 +1263,13 @@ stimuli? Thomas blinked, involuntarily, and his arms fell off, right into the bathtub. He heard the bloop, and then he heard them hit bottom, rolling around underwater. Suds splashed onto the floor and also onto -his cleanly pressed pants, which were right where he’d left them, +his cleanly pressed pants, which were right where he'd left them, draped over the edge of the sink. He looked around, disgusted. How was he going to get himself out of the tub? His daughter would be livid. -But he was also suddenly sober. In half of a second he’d come fully -awake. Yes, it was not too soon to say he’d hatched himself a +But he was also suddenly sober. In half of a second he'd come fully +awake. Yes, it was not too soon to say he'd hatched himself a Redaction Day plan. The idea burned in his mind, seemed to radiate sufficient heat to @@ -1326,14 +1286,13 @@ found the other flask. "Fuck it," he thought, and took another drink. -D.I.V.O.R.C.E. - -tags: 1967, margaret, piro, tab1, tab2, the_chief, violet +D.I.V.O.R.C.E. tags: 1967, margaret, piro, tab1, tab2, the_chief, +violet While we waited for NO/MOAR to calm down, overtime was channeled into other projects. -Tommy was doing well, he’d started his ops training in the fall. I +Tommy was doing well, he'd started his ops training in the fall. I had asked to have him assigned to Piro, the son of an old buddy of mine, and probably the most experienced instructor at the Farm. Everything seemed to be going as planned. @@ -1342,7 +1301,7 @@ Then we ran straight into PM/DAWN. I was out of the house for six months. Here again, I have to say, Tommy was a big help. On his trips home -he’d advise HQ on tactics. He had a knack for anticipating how the +he'd advise HQ on tactics. He had a knack for anticipating how the enemy would respond to our provocations. It was bad of me, but again I found myself wondering how hard it would be to pull him out of classes, to get him more directly involved in the operation. He was @@ -1362,37 +1321,36 @@ of my daughter. It was printed there in the byline. I had never once taken a drink on the clock, but I found myself wondering after a bottle. -I looked over the folder. It appeared to be excerpts from Violet’s +I looked over the folder. It appeared to be excerpts from Violet's diary, circa 1966. Key portions had been circled, some of them were flashing. The phone rang. -It was Violet’s mother. +It was Violet's mother. It was my wife. -As I say, I didn’t even drink. +As I say, I didn't even drink. -I still don’t know why Violet wrote it; the bulk of it was obviously +I still don't know why Violet wrote it; the bulk of it was obviously fictional. Some elaborate account of my supposed boozing and general drunkenness. Wholly fabricated. In any case, the facts were -irrelevant. The girl’s mother caught wind of the mention of alcohol -and that was that. It didn’t matter that she’d never even seen me +irrelevant. The girl's mother caught wind of the mention of alcohol +and that was that. It didn't matter that she'd never even seen me take a drink. We were getting divorced. I hung up the phone. Well, this would complicate dealing with PM/DAWN, almost certainly. -I didn’t want to draw things outâ•”I knew the last thing the kids -needed was the added drama of having to wait for me to show up and -take my lumpsâ•”but I needed to make a few stops on the way home. I -realized that, with my few personal belongings, I had very little that -would be of interest to the children. Even Margaret’s scriptures said -that this was no way to make an exit from your family. Protocol -required that I turn over, to each of them, some artifact to remember -me by. +I didn't want to draw things out­I knew the last thing the kids needed +was the added drama of having to wait for me to show up and take my +lumps­but I needed to make a few stops on the way home. I realized +that, with my few personal belongings, I had very little that would be +of interest to the children. Even Margaret's scriptures said that +this was no way to make an exit from your family. Protocol required +that I turn over, to each of them, some artifact to remember me by. Prop-effects from here at HQ were no good; Tommy had spent his whole childhood playing with them out in the warehouse. He knew they were @@ -1405,41 +1363,31 @@ truck was unlikely to be of use to him, at that age. What else. -The Chief was in, so I couldn’t sneak into his office and rummage +The Chief was in, so I couldn't sneak into his office and rummage through his mess, either. -It looked as though I’d be paying a visit to a GANGSTERMAX theme +It looked as though I'd be paying a visit to a GANGSTERMAX theme store. Find something there. Thus equipped, I could face the children, explain to them why this would be my last evening living with them at home. I hoped that the local branch would have what I needed in stock. -Or at least something approximate. - -(18:54) < tommy> trds - -(18:54) < tommy> i guess he’s not going to be home for a while. you -know, you still have time to change your mind. - -(18:54) < violetCRUSH> Oh, fuck him. - -(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Mom’s not going to stand for this. - +Or at least something approximate. (18:54) < tommy> trds (18:54) < +tommy> i guess he's not going to be home for a while. you know, you +still have time to change your mind. (18:54) < violetCRUSH> Oh, fuck +him. (18:55) < violetCRUSH> Mom's not going to stand for this. (18:55) < tommy> for him being late when he had to stop off at the -store? - -(18:55) < violetCRUSH> Haha, no, you idiot. just watch. - +store? (18:55) < violetCRUSH> Haha, no, you idiot. just watch. (18:55) < tommy> i really wish i could be home to stop you from doing this. "An old belt?" -"Son, you know I don’t actually drink. But I won his belt twenty +"Son, you know I don't actually drink. But I won his belt twenty years ago, riding an electric bull." -Tommy’s connection cut out, momentarily. +Tommy's connection cut out, momentarily. "You were drunk," he resumed. @@ -1463,7 +1411,7 @@ all of these years or not?" "I suppose I can use it as a bookend." -"That’s my girl. Good thinking. Adapt to the situation at hand." +"That's my girl. Good thinking. Adapt to the situation at hand." Tommy cut out, rather abruptly. This time on purpose. He seemed disgusted with the whole affair. Good, son, put it into your @@ -1474,40 +1422,36 @@ gone. have bought us something expensive." I cleaned out my den with a minimum of fuss. Most of my gear was -networked and took up little physical space. It wasn’t a big job. +networked and took up little physical space. It wasn't a big job. Violet helped me pack my things out to the truck. Margaret never even entered the room. Violet said she was waiting until I was gone. The sour old bitch. -Well, I don’t suppose she deserved that. +Well, I don't suppose she deserved that. -"You know I get your room when you’re gone," Violet said, elbowing me +"You know I get your room when you're gone," Violet said, elbowing me in the ribs. -"That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?" Of all the... I had +"That's what this is all about, isn't it?" Of all the... I had finally put it all together. "And what if it is?" -My only daughter. The sour little bitch. I don’t care what you -think, I won’t take it back. She definitely deserved it. +My only daughter. The sour little bitch. I don't care what you +think, I won't take it back. She definitely deserved it. -"We’ll see if you’re still smiling when your brother and I are in Ohio +"We'll see if you're still smiling when your brother and I are in Ohio this summer." That shut her up. Her training was topmost in her mind. I could cut her off. Let her sit in my den. Reading about the training. -"You don’t know what you’re doing, Dad." +"You don't know what you're doing, Dad." -And she was right. I didn’t. +And she was right. I didn't. -VIOLET RETURNS FROM - -THE WOODS - -tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet +VIOLET RETURNS FROM THE WOODS tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet As I say: at that moment, I had no way of knowing how far it would go. @@ -1521,7 +1465,7 @@ contorted accordingly. Margaret observed all of this from the kitchen window, cursing me audibly for having driven the girl into the forest. Her fists clenched stiffly and her arms began to flail about, a spontaneous -gesture of maternal rage. I would have laughed even if I’d been +gesture of maternal rage. I would have laughed even if I'd been standing there. Funny. Predictably, she proceeded to bang one of her hands into a cabinet corner, drawing blood. With this, she sat down on the floor and began to cry. @@ -1556,7 +1500,7 @@ boundaries of the fall line-up.) And indeed he was right. If they were trying to frustrate me, it was going to take more than fulfilling every bullet-item on my wish list. -"So long as we don’t get canceled in the first season," I said, also +"So long as we don't get canceled in the first season," I said, also referring to our defunct Iranian program. The Chief took my meaning. @@ -1569,7 +1513,7 @@ Namely, myself. The war had tied a number of key assets to specific regional theaters; a change that had been mandated from the top down. This was not how the Chief liked to operate. Presidential authority had encroached -upon the Agency’s domain, and the Chief was ready to turn things +upon the Agency's domain, and the Chief was ready to turn things right-side up again. The only problem was, authority for force replenishment had not been returned to the Agency. @@ -1608,7 +1552,7 @@ big finale. Her mask wobbled in and out of coherency, but the other children seemed oblivious to its significance. She had gained a fuzzy penumbra. Was she having second thoughts? -"My father doesn’t know I know this, but... he’s a secret agent!" +"My father doesn't know I know this, but... he's a secret agent!" Gasps for air. Unintelligible, involuntary vocalizations. @@ -1620,21 +1564,19 @@ We would see how Violet would recover from this blow to her credibility. Relaxing at home, Violet took her time moving her belongings into my -den. Margaret hadn’t even complained about the mess. From time to +den. Margaret hadn't even complained about the mess. From time to time, Tommy would stop by. Near the end he could barely contain his disapproval of the new decor. Pink stripes and red carpeting; plus -all of Violet’s junk. But in deference to Margaret’s authority, he +all of Violet's junk. But in deference to Margaret's authority, he said nothing. -It’s too bad he didn’t speak up. Some friction might have slowed +It's too bad he didn't speak up. Some friction might have slowed Violet down. Emboldened by the great success of her first deception, Violet would soon go to work on her mother. -KUDEN - -tags: 1968, dante, piro, ralph, tab1, tab2 +KUDEN tags: 1968, dante, piro, ralph, tab1, tab2 Tommy and his group made their way over to the 9th green. @@ -1652,11 +1594,11 @@ Most of the boys complied. "Yes, Dante?" -"Ralph isn’t here." +"Ralph isn't here." -"Isn’t here?" +"Isn't here?" -"He hasn’t caught up with us yet. I think he spilled his gear bag in +"He hasn't caught up with us yet. I think he spilled his gear bag in one of the sand traps." "I see." @@ -1696,7 +1638,7 @@ Piro was not impressed."Yes. Then that explains your fall." It went on like this for several hours. The nine boys finding any and every excuse to fall on their asses, and Piro obliging them happily. -I don’t know about the Agency, but I was certainly getting my money’s +I don't know about the Agency, but I was certainly getting my money's worth. At a certain point, the two older students returned with Ralph in tow. It had taken them quite a while to coax him out of the sand trap. @@ -1712,18 +1654,18 @@ He had lost a contact. "Oh. Well... Sure." Ralph assumed an offensive posture and then tore off running towards -Tommy. Only, Tommy standing wasn’t where he had been, moments before. +Tommy. Only, Tommy standing wasn't where he had been, moments before. Nothing was where Tommy had been. Ralph looked around. It was nearly pitch black. All he could distinguish in the night was the tops of the trees. He could not even see his own feet. -Ralph’s optic revelation was interrupted by the unlikely sensation of +Ralph's optic revelation was interrupted by the unlikely sensation of his left arm being wrenched fully out of its socket. Tommy had somehow entangled his arm with his own short staff. As Ralph cried out Tommy sank deeper into his stance, fully applying the technique. At length he released the pressure and fell back into a defensive stance. Ralph collapsed to the ground, writhing and spitting, nursing -his damaged limb. Through his tears, he could just make out Tommy’s +his damaged limb. Through his tears, he could just make out Tommy's silhouette, skylined against the clouds above the trees. "Oh bull shit," cried Ralph."I quit!" @@ -1732,49 +1674,47 @@ Towards the end of the training session, Piro began to pick on Tommy. "Tommy, with me." -"Again? But I’ve gone the last ten times in a row." +"Again? But I've gone the last ten times in a row." -"What can I say? You’re good at falling. Let’s see if you can keep -it up even when you’re tired." +"What can I say? You're good at falling. Let's see if you can keep +it up even when you're tired." -"It’s a shit parade and you’re riding the big float," said one of the +"It's a shit parade and you're riding the big float," said one of the other boys. Piro triangulated the reverberations and then pointed directly at the source of the remark. -"You’re next." +"You're next." -In the middle of Piro’s sentence Tommy launched himself into the air, -a full-body tackle aimed squarely at Piro’s chest. He could feel +In the middle of Piro's sentence Tommy launched himself into the air, +a full-body tackle aimed squarely at Piro's chest. He could feel himself making contact even before it happened. On this, his first day of training, his confidence as a fighter was already on the rise. He was a natural not only at strategy, but even at the blunt, physical stuff. -Piro stepped lightly out of the way of Tommy’s assault, digging his +Piro stepped lightly out of the way of Tommy's assault, digging his fingers into the slim space between his visor and his face. He -twisted Tommy’s body around in a spiral, somehow gaining the leverage -to flip himself over Tommy’s back. Next, the equal and opposite -reaction: Piro’s movement sent Tommy hurtling over his head into a +twisted Tommy's body around in a spiral, somehow gaining the leverage +to flip himself over Tommy's back. Next, the equal and opposite +reaction: Piro's movement sent Tommy hurtling over his head into a tree. The boy went limp and collapsed to the ground, unconscious. -"We’re finished here for tonight, boys. We’ll meet on the 9th green +"We're finished here for tonight, boys. We'll meet on the 9th green again tomorrow, after the cookout. Twenty-three hundred hours, sharp." -Immediately following Piro’s departure, Dante rose to the occasion. -He knelt over Tommy’s inert body and began to take down his trousers. +Immediately following Piro's departure, Dante rose to the occasion. +He knelt over Tommy's inert body and began to take down his trousers. -"Come on guys. We’ll give him a Scottish Samurai while he’s asleep." +"Come on guys. We'll give him a Scottish Samurai while he's asleep." -CLASS 68 +CLASS 68 tags: 1968, 1983, dante, piro, ralph, reginald, tab1, tab2 -tags: 1968, 1983, dante, piro, ralph, reginald, tab1, tab2 +"I hate Ohio! It's crazier than a dick in an ashtray out here!" -"I hate Ohio! It’s crazier than a dick in an ashtray out here!" - -"Son, I don’t care if the instructor cuts your fingers off. Your +"Son, I don't care if the instructor cuts your fingers off. Your tuition is costing taxpayers money. Think NASA. You suck it up and make me proud." @@ -1785,43 +1725,43 @@ reflexes." "Dad..." -"I trained with his father. He’ll get you off to a good start. Learn +"I trained with his father. He'll get you off to a good start. Learn your basics. Then you can complain." -"I’m experiencing some mild discomfort, Dad." +"I'm experiencing some mild discomfort, Dad." -"I should say you are! Remember, I’m familiar with your physical +"I should say you are! Remember, I'm familiar with your physical stats. The pain will pass." "Whatever. I guess. My knees feel like toothpaste." Tommy clicked off and straightened his uniform. Shortly, a tram would arrive to take the boys bar hopping. First on the itinerary was THE -VULVA POLE. Reginald’s idea. Tommy hoped they would have time to -grab a bite to eat before moving on to THE TIZENAUS. Dante’s idea. +VULVA POLE. Reginald's idea. Tommy hoped they would have time to +grab a bite to eat before moving on to THE TIZENAUS. Dante's idea. He spun through his calendar app. Scheduling headaches, even at camp. -"A pigeon can’t drop shit if it never flew." +"A pigeon can't drop shit if it never flew." The password was correct. Tommy minimized the lock and a few of the guys from his class ambled into his room. Reginald appraised the situation. Tommy was going overt. -"I see. We’re assuming the ladies can’t resist the uniform." +"I see. We're assuming the ladies can't resist the uniform." -"Where’s Ralph," Tommy asked, smoothing down the front of his jacket. +"Where's Ralph," Tommy asked, smoothing down the front of his jacket. Reginald always had the freshest gear. -"Fapping in his room again," said Reginald."We didn’t interrupt." +"Fapping in his room again," said Reginald."We didn't interrupt." -"Just as well," Tommy sighed."We’re all logged out, right?" +"Just as well," Tommy sighed."We're all logged out, right?" "Probably not Ralph." -"Oh right. I guess he doesn’t mind that they log everything we do." +"Oh right. I guess he doesn't mind that they log everything we do." -"For him, I think that’s part of the appeal." +"For him, I think that's part of the appeal." Click. Click. @@ -1830,28 +1770,28 @@ Shoulder almost out of joint. Piro eased the pressure only slightly, but it was enough for Tommy to snake out of his hold. -"You had better hope you didn’t let me go on purpose. Sir." +"You had better hope you didn't let me go on purpose. Sir." -Piro didn’t answer, so Tommy continued. +Piro didn't answer, so Tommy continued. -"I guess you didn’t see that coming. It’s a little something I’ve +"I guess you didn't see that coming. It's a little something I've been working on with the guys. I must create a system or be enslaved -by another man’s." +by another man's." -"Blake. Good. I assume you’re telling me that you haven’t yet +"Blake. Good. I assume you're telling me that you haven't yet mastered the techniques I assigned to you." -"Well, I haven’t engaged in rote memorization. But I’ll assume the -fact that I’m standing over here, no longer restrained by your hold, -indicates that I’ve familiarized myself with the basic principles." +"Well, I haven't engaged in rote memorization. But I'll assume the +fact that I'm standing over here, no longer restrained by your hold, +indicates that I've familiarized myself with the basic principles." -Tommy’s posture didn’t alter. Piro’s gaze remained steady. The other +Tommy's posture didn't alter. Piro's gaze remained steady. The other boys in the training group thought anything could happen. "Talking to me that way is... ridiculous." "Doing this for three hours a day is ridiculous. Do you really think -I’m learning anything from you?" +I'm learning anything from you?" Piro continued to stare. @@ -1859,13 +1799,13 @@ Piro continued to stare. "What, you want some more of this?" -"I think you’ll understand once we begin." +"I think you'll understand once we begin." I guess really I should have stayed glued to the monitors. After all, -it was my son. But I couldn’t study every moment of his experience. +it was my son. But I couldn't study every moment of his experience. That probably marks me as a bad parent. -I’ve no defense. +I've no defense. I had originally intended to be present for his graduation, but at the last minute I was called away to put out fires in another department. @@ -1874,9 +1814,9 @@ Quotas. I hold onto this earliest transcript because somehow, the later material is no longer extant. The available photos are even older. For some reason, mixed in with the logs from the camp, there are old -snapshots from Tommy’s primary school. Evidently, that’s all that’s -left from the surveillance we ran. I’d ask Piro about it but let’s -just say we’re no longer on speaking terms. +snapshots from Tommy's primary school. Evidently, that's all that's +left from the surveillance we ran. I'd ask Piro about it but let's +just say we're no longer on speaking terms. [Interruption as I answer incoming messages.] @@ -1884,48 +1824,47 @@ In the end, I hope Tommy can live up to his early promise. When I lost track of him he was well on his way to providing excellent ROI. Even with the ego problem. Essentially, he was a sure thing. +'68 was a long time ago, but not so long ago that he'd be inactive just yet. If he stayed in. -I should look him up. He’s probably not that hard to find. With my +I should look him up. He's probably not that hard to find. With my access. -What am I saying. I’m retired. +What am I saying. I'm retired. -DULL CARE +DULL CARE tags: 1969, tab1, theodore_roosevelt, volume_1 -tags: 1969, tab1, theodore_roosevelt, volume_1 - -"Well well, I’ve not seen one of these in quite some time." +"Well well, I've not seen one of these in quite some time." Our cell was crammed floor to ceiling with the things, box upon box, but for some reason, the weathered newsprint of this particular comic book held singular importance. He was being very careful with it, and I had to cough into my shirtsleeve to mask an involuntary guffaw. He -stowed the comic’s bag and backing board before he continued. +stowed the comic's bag and backing board before he continued. -"Just look at it. I’d grade this as at least a VF/NM. Unfortunately -it wasn’t slabbed. You see, there once existed any number of +"Just look at it. I'd grade this as at least a VF/NM. Unfortunately +it wasn't slabbed. You see, there once existed any number of companies that would take a comic book and grade it meticulously before sealing it permanently in archival grade plastic, which would -guaranteeâ•”" +guarantee­" -"I know what ’slabbing’ means," I said. +"I know what'slabbing' means," I said. He was talking in captions now. Volume_1 had the largest comic book collection in the entire cell block. This was significant as, in our facility, comic books were traded as currency. In point of fact, these specific comic books were -valued as well above average reads. I don’t mean to pun: they were +valued as well above average reads. I don't mean to pun: they were literally encoded with information critical to the continuity of the United States government. This was all he managed to tell me before we were interrupted. -"Shh! Someone’s coming!" +"Shh! Someone's coming!" Volume_1 was desperate to get the issue back into its bag, board and -long box. I couldn’t figure out why; there were plenty of comics in +long box. I couldn't figure out why; there were plenty of comics in our cell to go around. We could hear them talking. @@ -1936,8 +1875,8 @@ We could hear them talking. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" -After the guards had passed, I turned back to Volume_1."I don’t think -I’ve ever asked you why you were in here." +After the guards had passed, I turned back to Volume_1."I don't think +I've ever asked you why you were in here." "I kept sending these instant messages. My manager was monitoring. Frequently, I guess. Evidently, the content of my messages offended @@ -1954,11 +1893,11 @@ Volume_1 went back to his comic book and I watched him flip through it, gingerly supporting its spine on the flat of his hand. Soft chimes surfaced slowly at the periphery of my awareness, -progressively drawing into focus. It was time for Volume_1’s shift. +progressively drawing into focus. It was time for Volume_1's shift. He stopped extracting comics from yet another long box and scooted it back under his bunk. Bushed, I stretched out for a short nap. -At least, that’s how I made it look to Volume_1. +At least, that's how I made it look to Volume_1. As soon as he vacated the cell I pounced back to the floor, removed the false panel and pulled out my kit and belt. I tore open a new @@ -1985,11 +1924,11 @@ I was now sorting my mail. Zoom. -Half an hour later they put me down near Monte Rio. By this time I’d +Half an hour later they put me down near Monte Rio. By this time I'd changed into a sweater and khakis. A Mercedes idled ponderously about a hundred yards down the road, trickling exhaust runoff onto the pavement. I lugged my duffel behind me, finally heaving it into the -car’s trunk. Off to one side the driver stood motionless, grinning. +car's trunk. Off to one side the driver stood motionless, grinning. Clearly, he was amused at my efforts to avoid breaking a sweat. He kept standing there and eventually I figured out that he was waiting for some sort of a tip. His remarkable audacity gave me a chuckle, so @@ -2010,7 +1949,7 @@ parking lots of the Green. Presently, a small, open-roof shuttle appeared, ready to escort me through the main gates of the encampment. The trees of the Green were monstrous. I mean to say that literally: -I was half-convinced they were moving. Of course, they weren’t. I +I was half-convinced they were moving. Of course, they weren't. I detected no other signs of life in the general vicinity. No animals. The hiking trails were deserted. @@ -2027,7 +1966,7 @@ Nothing. The by-laws of the Green forbade surveillance equipment of any kind. I now surmised that this policy was enforced through active intervention, jamming of a sort I was not familiar with. My -chronometer didn’t even work. I would have to go manual. +chronometer didn't even work. I would have to go manual. I climbed down from the tree just as the sun was creeping below the horizon and commenced wandering along paths, searching for Bannister @@ -2035,7 +1974,7 @@ Colon. When I found him, he was pulling on a Hawaiian cigar and waxing political with a few friends in front of a large, gas bonfire. The -Eagle’s Nest loomed beyond, wavering in and out of coherency through +Eagle's Nest loomed beyond, wavering in and out of coherency through the flames and smoke. The trees seemed to be swallowing it and spitting it back out again, unsure of its potential toxicity. @@ -2045,7 +1984,7 @@ Bannister said blandly, as if reading from a script. My man Colon. The others cackled, extending a wave of unrestrained mirth along the -necklace of fat bellies draped around the bonfire’s ashen neck. Each +necklace of fat bellies draped around the bonfire's ashen neck. Each man appeared to have modeled his personal grooming and liturgical wardrobe upon that of President Theodore Roosevelt, patron saint of the Green. The aesthetic was an unfortunate portrait of crass @@ -2063,7 +2002,7 @@ possible. It took me a while to wrap my head around that one. -I’m only aware of the technology’s existence because my grandfather +I'm only aware of the technology's existence because my grandfather was a member of the Green. Otherwise I would never have been selected for this mission. Traditionally, problems within the Green are handled internally. @@ -2088,17 +2027,17 @@ sparking within the self-satisfied circle of fat. From out of nowhere each man produced a small device and strapped it to his hand. Instantly, the bonfire extinguished itself and the -surrounding woods fell silent. Only the sound of the men’s chattering +surrounding woods fell silent. Only the sound of the men's chattering teeth broke the stillness, settling into a steady rhythm that resonated unpleasantly in my skull. I began to hear what sounded like an injured animal, whimpering softly from within the center of the makeshift circle. The fire was out, but -I couldn’t imagine how it could have cooled so quickly, or how +I couldn't imagine how it could have cooled so quickly, or how anything living could have survived the flames that had subsided only moments before. -The men’s mouths spread wide and their chattering teeth became +The men's mouths spread wide and their chattering teeth became visible, reflecting in the sickly moonlight. I felt something hard coalesce in the pit of my stomach. For some reason the scene was affecting me physically. A hint of the taste of vomit trickled into @@ -2107,11 +2046,11 @@ my mouth. A child had appeared. A boy. Dumbly, he bounced between the bare bellies, clawing and scratching -and kicking against the men of the circle. They didn’t seem concerned +and kicking against the men of the circle. They didn't seem concerned with his evident distress. Blood seeped from some of the scratches he was inflicting, against the men and against himself. -Oblivious, he didn’t seem to care. Lacking in empathy, the men didn’t +Oblivious, he didn't seem to care. Lacking in empathy, the men didn't care either. I never cared for this part of the process, myself. @@ -2122,11 +2061,11 @@ According to legend, it goes back to Caesar. Symbolically, anyway. Candidates in the world-ruling business have long been vetted through an exotic procession of pomp and ritual. -The technology I mentioned truly is remarkable. It’s not exactly time -travel, per se, because the men themselves, the initiators, don’t +The technology I mentioned truly is remarkable. It's not exactly time +travel, per se, because the men themselves, the initiators, don't actually travel through time. The same holds true for their victims. Rather, space is bent in such a way that interaction with the past is -non-paradoxical. Lateral. Frankly, it’s beyond me. I’ve seen it in +non-paradoxical. Lateral. Frankly, it's beyond me. I've seen it in action so I no longer try to make sense of it. It just works. I shifted uncomfortably as the service continued. @@ -2134,7 +2073,7 @@ I shifted uncomfortably as the service continued. Each man, when it was his turn, spit out his cigar and touched the surface of his wrist device. The boy would jerk uncontrollably towards him, drawing temporarily into his grasp. Simultaneous with -this motion, the child’s face morphed to resemble that of his captor, +this motion, the child's face morphed to resemble that of his captor, uncannily regressed to childhood. This alternating promenade continued for some time, though the participants were carrying out their observance at an unnerving pace. As each man embraced the boy @@ -2143,8 +2082,8 @@ brain. With each tap of the wrist, a different face. -My orders were clear: only interrupt them once they’d finished with -what they’d come to do. It was imperative that the ritual proceed to +My orders were clear: only interrupt them once they'd finished with +what they'd come to do. It was imperative that the ritual proceed to completion. Habitually, I always followed orders, even where inconvenient. That @@ -2168,10 +2107,10 @@ now he wore the wrong face. Great. Returning to the mound of boiling fat, I fished out the proper hand and used it to thumb the appropriate controller. Suddenly, the -correct face coalesced on top of the boy’s body. I introduced myself +correct face coalesced on top of the boy's body. I introduced myself and asked him a few questions. -"Son, what’s your name?" +"Son, what's your name?" "Thuh..." @@ -2188,39 +2127,37 @@ Frankly, I was appalled. But: Orders. Reputation. The things I actually cared about. I would follow the script. -I raised my weapon, logged in, and emptied my full clip into the boy’s +I raised my weapon, logged in, and emptied my full clip into the boy's face. Finally, the woods fell silent. -THE BAD STUDENT - -tags: 1969, frankie_willard, prince, tab2, cheryl +THE BAD STUDENT tags: 1969, frankie_willard, prince, tab2, cheryl I tear a sheet from my notebook. After some fidgeting I manage to produce a cigarette. I lean back against the concrete wall of the -building, my rat-tail poking into the scruff of my neck. It’s rather +building, my rat-tail poking into the scruff of my neck. It's rather uncomfortable. There is a commotion from somewhere, over near the basketball courts. After a brief period of silence, the school bell -rings. I curse, sub-audibly, taking my place in line. I’m careful +rings. I curse, sub-audibly, taking my place in line. I'm careful not to crumple the cigarette as I conceal it within my sleeve. Recess is over. -I’m antsy. I shift my weight from one leg to the other. This +I'm antsy. I shift my weight from one leg to the other. This jostling brings to mind Frankie Willard, made to stand with both feet planted inside of a single tile on the floor. Punishment for having spoken out of turn. Frankie complained that because of his great size, he would surely topple over if he were not permitted to sway from side to side. The teacher sarcastically denied his -requestâ•”structural integrity be damned. No, Frankie would have to +request­structural integrity be damned. No, Frankie would have to stand firmly within the square, maintaining his posture for the -duration of the class. At the time, I too had regarded Frankie’s +duration of the class. At the time, I too had regarded Frankie's claims as spurious. Does an office building need to sway from side to side? It seemed ridiculous. A man should be able to stand still. -Today I’m of a mind to view Frankie’s situation in a different light. -Standing still in this line is impossible. Despite myself, I’ve begun +Today I'm of a mind to view Frankie's situation in a different light. +Standing still in this line is impossible. Despite myself, I've begun to sway from side to side. Fuck it, Frankie was right all along. At the moment, no one is watching me. I disregard protocol and resume @@ -2229,10 +2166,10 @@ ten-dimensional nothingness. Or so I choose to perceive. The boy in front of me rotates his head to an obtuse azimuth, asks to bum a cig. I am more than happy to oblige. From my pocket I produce -two slender folds of paper, offering one to my companion. He’s still -in possession of the lighter I made for him, so we’re all set. Good -to go. From time to time, I’m happy to supply free product, as a -short demonstration will often serve to spark demand. When one’s +two slender folds of paper, offering one to my companion. He's still +in possession of the lighter I made for him, so we're all set. Good +to go. From time to time, I'm happy to supply free product, as a +short demonstration will often serve to spark demand. When one's business is illicit, establishing the perception of good-natured magnanimity is wise. Happy customers are quiet customers. @@ -2240,22 +2177,22 @@ And quiet is a baseline necessity for my mission. Just as the fresh cigarette taste is making itself apparent, our teacher pokes her head around the corner. She notices us stragglers, -lately fallen away from the back of the line. She’s displeased to -note that we’re still here, leaning up against the wall, each man +lately fallen away from the back of the line. She's displeased to +note that we're still here, leaning up against the wall, each man enjoying an individual smoke. She approaches swiftly and proceeds to -bend our ears. That’s when she realizes who I am. Quite comically, +bend our ears. That's when she realizes who I am. Quite comically, this new awareness halts her scolding, mid-sentence. She directs the other boys back to the classroom and then turns to me, a stupid look on her face. She pulls me by my rat-tail into a deserted corridor. The contact is exhilarating. -I’m going to score. +I'm going to score. The woman has been shooting me these kinds of looks all semester. A -couple of times she’s caught me adjusting my visor, straining to catch +couple of times she's caught me adjusting my visor, straining to catch a peek through her blouse. Instead of voicing an objection she -usually just smiles. It’s crossed my mind that she may even fancy my -attempts to look down her shirt. Consider: she’s the only one of our +usually just smiles. It's crossed my mind that she may even fancy my +attempts to look down her shirt. Consider: she's the only one of our first grade teachers who will wear shorts in summer. To my knowledge, this is technically against the rules. I turn these thoughts over in my mind, one after the other, as I consider my immediate future. @@ -2266,13 +2203,13 @@ I brace for a kiss. Instead, she snatches the cigarette from my lips and sends it careening over her shoulder, skittering down the corridor. Well, that -wasn’t quite what I expected. I think to myself that it’s convenient +wasn't quite what I expected. I think to myself that it's convenient this corner of the building is devoid of traffic. Could she have planned our confrontation days, even weeks, in advance? Have things really progressed to that level? Gradually, the woman is drawing my attention to infinite new dimensions, threading my string through myriad vortices, the resulting matrix a blunt satire of our -tessellating material realm. She’s the teacher? I’m fit to burst. +tessellating material realm. She's the teacher? I'm fit to burst. She parts her lips as if to speak. Softly, softly. @@ -2282,31 +2219,31 @@ This must be it. cigarette, then selling them to your classmates is a good way to make friends, Thomas?" -The tenderness I sensed only moments before is now vanished. She’s -trying her best to be stern. I can’t say why, exactly, but this only +The tenderness I sensed only moments before is now vanished. She's +trying her best to be stern. I can't say why, exactly, but this only excites me more. "So far it seems to be working fine," I offer, straining, barely containing myself."I have plenty of friends." -"I’ve seen you outside, pretending to smoke, for weeks now. The -students here look up to you, and I’m disappointed in how you’ve -chosen to repay that trust. I want you to think of how you’re +"I've seen you outside, pretending to smoke, for weeks now. The +students here look up to you, and I'm disappointed in how you've +chosen to repay that trust. I want you to think of how you're influencing them, Thomas." -"I’m not coercing anyone," I correct gently, so as not to rend the -gossamer fragility of the moment."I’m simply providing a service. -There’s an obvious demand and I’m only too happy to fill it. Surely +"I'm not coercing anyone," I correct gently, so as not to rend the +gossamer fragility of the moment."I'm simply providing a service. +There's an obvious demand and I'm only too happy to fill it. Surely you realize, this sort of equitable transaction is the very basis of -our free economy, which ensures the continuity ofâ•”" +our free economy, which ensures the continuity of­" She kisses me. I break free. -"â•”the very continuance of our society." +"­the very continuance of our society." -She doesn’t seem impressed with my argument. +She doesn't seem impressed with my argument. From my jacket I produce a conspicuously pristine piece of equipment. The object fairly leaps from its place of concealment. She is @@ -2315,7 +2252,7 @@ adoration evident in her eyes will not be suppressed. Does she know what this is, then, after all? Removing her hand slowly from my own, I raise the object to my chest (her waist) and finger the switch that brings it to life. She jumps as a holographic image grows out of my -palm. I have to adjust my visor again before I’m able to see it. +palm. I have to adjust my visor again before I'm able to see it. So, this is Prince Rogers Nelson. Not exactly an imposing figure, but in relation to his framing, here in my hand, it hardly matters. @@ -2341,17 +2278,17 @@ the window ledge behind me. Shortly thereafter, the spring breeze carries them away, floating them ever downwards, towards the unnaturally green summer grass of the courtyard. All evidence of my wrongdoing thus disposed of, I snap closed my gadget and switch to -manual, gazing deeply into my teacher’s eyes as I finish her off. +manual, gazing deeply into my teacher's eyes as I finish her off. -She’s some time in coming. But once sated, her body goes slack. At +She's some time in coming. But once sated, her body goes slack. At last, I relax my arm and place my hand on her exquisite breast. To my great surprise, she recoils. It seems I have ventured too far. She smiles awkwardly and pushes me away, leans her head out of the -window to see what I’ve been up to all this time she’s been writhing +window to see what I've been up to all this time she's been writhing under the ministrations of the holographic Prince. Her face shoots completely red, full of blood. The view from the window, of course, -is unremarkable, but it’s not the landscaping below that concerns her. +is unremarkable, but it's not the landscaping below that concerns her. She sees the paper cigarettes scattered about the courtyard and deduces that they must belong to me. @@ -2367,8 +2304,8 @@ Overall, it proves to be a lackluster brow-beating. I consider the context of present events set against the larger backdrop of my mission and decide that her appraisal of my behavior is irrelevant. At twelve years of age, infiltrating the first grade has been a -cakewalk. If this doesn’t boost my grade average I don’t know what -will. I swear, I’m ready to graduate CU/FARLEY. Let’s hope my father +cakewalk. If this doesn't boost my grade average I don't know what +will. I swear, I'm ready to graduate CU/FARLEY. Let's hope my father and the Chief see things my way. I acknowledge her statements as I shove my hand into my pants and @@ -2376,73 +2313,71 @@ scratch my groin. As we return to the classroom, I reach out to hold her hand. -I probably don’t have to tell you that I use the same hand. +I probably don't have to tell you that I use the same hand. -UBICOMP +UBICOMP tags: 1969, potus, tab1 -tags: 1969, potus, tab1 - -There is a ring of teeth around my stick and I can’t pull it out. I -ease back and forth, gently, but the mouth won’t let go. A sliver of -saliva escapes, spreading first around my stick’s circumference, then -down to its base. All at once the President’s head starts to move +There is a ring of teeth around my stick and I can't pull it out. I +ease back and forth, gently, but the mouth won't let go. A sliver of +saliva escapes, spreading first around my stick's circumference, then +down to its base. All at once the President's head starts to move again. Textbook package delivery. Six calories of Turing gel forced into the digestive track of the mark. Freed from its carriage, some of the -payload has already bonded firmly with the President’s teeth. +payload has already bonded firmly with the President's teeth. Presently, the liquid bootstraps itself into the machinery of surveillance. All logged in, phase one is complete. Other components -of the payload make their way into the President’s circulatory system, +of the payload make their way into the President's circulatory system, compensating for various biological ticks that would otherwise prove fatal to the Commander In Chief. Phase two, loaded, completed. -I imagine there is something of an alkaline flavor. I don’t know how +I imagine there is something of an alkaline flavor. I don't know how she can stand it. Without warning, an additional teaspoon-dollop of nutrient-rich paste -shoots between the President’s lips. Slowly, it threads down her -esophagus, coating her stomach’s lining. I swish my stick around a +shoots between the President's lips. Slowly, it threads down her +esophagus, coating her stomach's lining. I swish my stick around a bit, making sure that the gel, by now teaming with expensive hardware, gets a fair chance to take hold. She murmurs softly. I assume in pleasure. I glance at my watch. -Over time, the rogue cells I’ve introduced will create new tissue. -They’ll get into the business of subverting dendrite structures, which -in turn (I’m told) will lead to the President’s conscious assent to +Over time, the rogue cells I've introduced will create new tissue. +They'll get into the business of subverting dendrite structures, which +in turn (I'm told) will lead to the President's conscious assent to our programs. Caveat: the gel will need to be administered on a regular basis. I -assume I will be selected as the agent of delivery (it’s of no concern -either wayâ•”there are numerous agents who are up to the task). In -any case, the process will continue. Before the President knows what -is happening, she will begin to crave the injections, find herself +assume I will be selected as the agent of delivery (it's of no concern +either way­there are numerous agents who are up to the task). In any +case, the process will continue. Before the President knows what is +happening, she will begin to crave the injections, find herself inexplicably drawn to the blunt insertion of stick into mouth. -Lacking awareness, she’ll come to regard the process as a pleasure of +Lacking awareness, she'll come to regard the process as a pleasure of her own devising. She may even develop an affinity for the taste. But enough of my speculation, however well-informed. Her mouth is upon me now, showing no sign of loosening its grip. Not losing -suction. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. She’s become +suction. Her eyes have rolled back into her head. She's become unresponsive. Even her gag reflex has gone dead. As an initial response to insertion, this faux catatonic state is not -unusual. In my field-work I’ve observed that women will often slip -into semi-consciousness once they’ve worked the Turing gel past their +unusual. In my field-work I've observed that women will often slip +into semi-consciousness once they've worked the Turing gel past their back teeth. In truth, I was quite alarmed the first time it happened. Maybe I had dribbled psychoactive sedative onto the tip of my cock, I thought to myself. But no, this brief period of unconsciousness tends to be shallow, tends to pass quickly. -I decide to sneak a peek, to see how she’s coming along. Her mouth +I decide to sneak a peek, to see how she's coming along. Her mouth glides smoothly on a thick lather of saliva, sealed by the walls of her throat. Her head bobs up and down, gently rotating, rhythmically -advancing and retreating across the length of my equipment. She’s +advancing and retreating across the length of my equipment. She's quite awake now and seems to have swallowed her cares. -A strand of the President’s hair has caught on my watchband, but I’m +A strand of the President's hair has caught on my watchband, but I'm reluctant to interrupt her work. I nudge her lovingly on the ear and her entire head shifts weight to @@ -2463,9 +2398,7 @@ adjusts her coiffure. I start making excuses, looking for a way out of the room. -ALL THAT IS - -tags: 1970, missus_camilla, violet +ALL THAT IS tags: 1970, missus_camilla, violet Violet used her stylus to press against the reflective surface of her school leaf. Presently, a margin message from Missus Camilla @@ -2475,31 +2408,31 @@ Violet began: Words are insufficient to communicate all that is. -Having ’a problem’ with this would imply that I think any other state +Having'a problem' with this would imply that I think any other state of affairs is remotely possible. The fact is that I have to accept my -best current thinking on the subject, and right now I haven’t come up +best current thinking on the subject, and right now I haven't come up with any reasonable counter to the observation that language is inescapably circular. To me, this means that at best we can only -approximate The Truth at any given momentâ•”and since we can’t make +approximate The Truth at any given moment­and since we can't make these determinations with any significant certainty (e.g., to judge -the accuracy of our approximations), ’A’ can only equal ’A’ on a +the accuracy of our approximations),'A' can only equal'A' on a localized, individual level. -And yet, ’A=A’ is the fundamental assertion of logic. I think there -is a tendency to try and expand too far upon this basic construction. +And yet,'A=A' is the fundamental assertion of logic. I think there is +a tendency to try and expand too far upon this basic construction. The subjective assumptions applied by logic tests too often outpace -language’s ability to accurately map the salient factors at hand. Too +language's ability to accurately map the salient factors at hand. Too much emphasis is placed upon how the logic is articulated, with very -little attention paid to the structure of the logic itselfâ•”which, +little attention paid to the structure of the logic itself­which, presumably, should transcend the language that was used to describe it. -This presents an interestingâ•”I’d say insurmountableâ•”problem, and -was essentially the point of my previous two papers. ’A=A.’ Fine. -But what the hell is an A? And who says so? The answer is that it all -depends on who you ask. +This presents an interesting­I'd say insurmountable­problem, and was +essentially the point of my previous two papers.'A=A.' Fine. But what +the hell is an A? And who says so? The answer is that it all depends +on who you ask. -I don’t think the fact that we have managed to evolve grammars which +I don't think the fact that we have managed to evolve grammars which are effective at managing objects and activities, effective at managing the processes of machines, even, is evidence that those grammars are universally descriptive of our entire shared reality. @@ -2508,7 +2441,7 @@ a grand scale, even if many times a simple set of rules can exhibit emergent behaviors that transcend the original description. Consider the following stories. Observe how these seemingly correct -articulations of reality work at cross-purposes to the protagonist’s +articulations of reality work at cross-purposes to the protagonist's intentions, yet still manage to exhibit a peculiar efficacy all their own: @@ -2528,176 +2461,147 @@ sub-machine gun? After all, the man had worked in the factory for many years and was quite experienced at his job (which consisted chiefly of speed-buffing several types of polished parts as they came whizzing past his station on an assembly line). In this case, the -value of ’A’ was at first disputed; then investigated; and finally, +value of'A' was at first disputed; then investigated; and finally, revised. In the end, would it have been sufficient to simply continue referring to the finished product as a stroller? Why or why not? 2.) A radical priest gains increasing infamy with the native residents of a Roman-occupied garrison town in Jerusalem. After he has been put -to death by a civilian courtâ•”administered by his own people, no -lessâ•”a cult religion springs up around him, and a legend begins to -solidify around the memory of his living days. Indeed, the legend -glorifies even the most mundane aspects of his life. His story is at -first spread verbally, but is eventually written down by various -scribes, disparate of geography and generation, who never quite -managed to cross paths with the priest or his followers. (Granted, -when the priest was supposedly executed, the scribes in question had -yet to be born.) +to death by a civilian court­administered by his own people, no less­a +cult religion springs up around him, and a legend begins to solidify +around the memory of his living days. Indeed, the legend glorifies +even the most mundane aspects of his life. His story is at first +spread verbally, but is eventually written down by various scribes, +disparate of geography and generation, who never quite managed to +cross paths with the priest or his followers. (Granted, when the +priest was supposedly executed, the scribes in question had yet to be +born.) -I’m sure you can follow this one to its obvious conclusion. After a +I'm sure you can follow this one to its obvious conclusion. After a certain point, the language used to describe a legend begins to transcend the actual events, to take on a life of its own. The events themselves remain unobserved, wholly obscured from view. At best: irrelevant. The above are clearly examples which reinforce the notion that all -languages are tautologies. For this reason, ’A=A’ can only apply -universally when the definition of ’A’ is immutable, cannot be -tampered with as it travels from one side of the equation to the -other. (This fact does tend to break the discussion into many -different levels, including questions of control over so-called shared -languages [e.g., dictionaries, popular idiom], but the problem of -complexity comes part and parcel with the problem of precision.) ’A=A’ -may well be subjectively true, but the equation is necessarily based -upon assumptions that may be incorrect. The uncomfortable truth about -our knowledge of the world is that it is almost always filtered -through a mediating source of questionable benevolence. Think about -that. The ultimate impossibility of neutrality. Even if we -momentarily eschew the likelihood of intentional misrepresentation, we -must accept that once language escapes our minds and begins to -interact with the language of others, we lose personal control over -its context and meaning. At this point, rationally, we should -acknowledge that we can no longer verify that ’A’ means what we think -it does. Thus, we come to glimpse the limitations of logic itself. +languages are tautologies. For this reason,'A=A' can only apply +universally when the definition of'A' is immutable, cannot be tampered +with as it travels from one side of the equation to the other. (This +fact does tend to break the discussion into many different levels, +including questions of control over so-called shared languages [e.g., +dictionaries, popular idiom], but the problem of complexity comes part +and parcel with the problem of precision.)'A=A' may well be +subjectively true, but the equation is necessarily based upon +assumptions that may be incorrect. The uncomfortable truth about our +knowledge of the world is that it is almost always filtered through a +mediating source of questionable benevolence. Think about that. The +ultimate impossibility of neutrality. Even if we momentarily eschew +the likelihood of intentional misrepresentation, we must accept that +once language escapes our minds and begins to interact with the +language of others, we lose personal control over its context and +meaning. At this point, rationally, we should acknowledge that we can +no longer verify that'A' means what we think it does. Thus, we come +to glimpse the limitations of logic itself. -Language initiates us into a special kind of ’cargo cult.’ We -scramble, frothing at the mouth like so many tropical savages, -attempting to reenact a Reality that we’re just certain we’ve -experienced, all in the vain hope that we might someday entice that -Reality to return to us, laden with crates full of movie reels, -Coca-Cola, and fresh cartons of cheap American cigarettes. At that -point, we presume, we’d all be farting through silk. +Language initiates us into a special kind of'cargo cult.' We scramble, +frothing at the mouth like so many tropical savages, attempting to +reenact a Reality that we're just certain we've experienced, all in +the vain hope that we might someday entice that Reality to return to +us, laden with crates full of movie reels, Coca-Cola, and fresh +cartons of cheap American cigarettes. At that point, we presume, we'd +all be farting through silk. Violet -DRIFT - -tags: 1951, 2026, pink_floyd, tab1 +DRIFT tags: 1951, 2026, pink_floyd, tab1 2026. -The sunlight fades and I wonder after my satchel. It’s here, buried +The sunlight fades and I wonder after my satchel. It's here, buried somewhere under the snow. Wearily, I prop up both of my arms and thumb through the entries on my leaf. I stumble upon a decades-old post. -1951. - -So, I was laid out on the couch (free), face pressed up against my -camo pillow ($123.67), wondering if I should pick the dead pill bugs -out of the fibers of my bath robe, when a garish advert for a new Pink -Floyd"greatest hits" collection ($2999.99) ran across the display of -my telescreen: - -Order ECHOES now and we’ll include blah sqwak blah niner foxtrot delta -sqwak blah sqwak blah - -My attention span waned and I lost the rest of the advert to random -static generated by a mild migraine headache (previously acquired), -but the damage had already been done. Slowly, the new information -sunk in. - -Within a couple of hours I had stumbled into the bedroom. I stood -fondling the jewel case of a 2-disc collection of my own original -music (entitled: ECHOES), desperately trying to figure out how Pink -Floyd’s handlers had managed to bug my home. - -Motherspammers. - -I took a swig of apple juice from a glass tumbler on the dresser, then -spit it back out again when I realized the surface of the drink had -been blanketed by a layer of dust. I needed to stop leaving those -things laying around where anyone could find them. - -I resumed staring at the jewel case. The artwork was superior to what -I had just seen on the telescreen. Fucking Pink Floyd. What did I -ever do to them? (Besides torturing that girl in the Pink Floyd -t-shirt at Denny’s.) - -There had to be a reason why they had selected me. - -I glared at the tumbler for a couple of seconds, then back at the -jewel case in my hands. I downed the entire glass without tasting the -dust. Apple juice doesn’t really ferment, but at this point my -migraine had wedged itself in-between my frontal lobe and another slab -of gray matter I wasn’t able to identify, resulting in a significant -impairment to my decision making faculties. Somehow, I kept from -vomiting. - -Before long I detected a handful of splinters in my hand, and came to -the slow realization that I’d squeezed the jewel case into several -pieces. The dust flavor returned to my mouth, resembling the -sensation of pushing my tongue through ungroomed tufts of fur. I -threw the tumbler down and stomped back into the living room. - -The advert was on again. This time tracking a sequence I hadn’t -noticed during the previous playback. The message ran at ten minute -intervals, but I had yet to see it all the way through. The visual -rhetoric was contrived, but would probably prove effective. They’d -likely sell a billion copies. - -I swallowed an over the counter pharmaceutical designed to combat +1951. So, I was laid out on the couch (free), face pressed up against +my camo pillow ( 123.67), wondering if I should pick the dead pill +bugs out of the fibers of my bath robe, when a garish advert for a new +Pink Floyd"greatest hits" collection ( 2999.99) ran across the display +of my telescreen: Order ECHOES now and we'll include blah sqwak blah +niner foxtrot delta sqwak blah sqwak blah My attention span waned and +I lost the rest of the advert to random static generated by a mild +migraine headache (previously acquired), but the damage had already +been done. Slowly, the new information sunk in. Within a couple of +hours I had stumbled into the bedroom. I stood fondling the jewel +case of a 2-disc collection of my own original music (entitled: +ECHOES), desperately trying to figure out how Pink Floyd's handlers +had managed to bug my home. Motherspammers. I took a swig of apple +juice from a glass tumbler on the dresser, then spit it back out again +when I realized the surface of the drink had been blanketed by a layer +of dust. I needed to stop leaving those things laying around where +anyone could find them. I resumed staring at the jewel case. The +artwork was superior to what I had just seen on the telescreen. +Fucking Pink Floyd. What did I ever do to them? (Besides torturing +that girl in the Pink Floyd t-shirt at Denny's.) There had to be a +reason why they had selected me. I glared at the tumbler for a couple +of seconds, then back at the jewel case in my hands. I downed the +entire glass without tasting the dust. Apple juice doesn't really +ferment, but at this point my migraine had wedged itself in-between my +frontal lobe and another slab of gray matter I wasn't able to +identify, resulting in a significant impairment to my decision making +faculties. Somehow, I kept from vomiting. Before long I detected a +handful of splinters in my hand, and came to the slow realization that +I'd squeezed the jewel case into several pieces. The dust flavor +returned to my mouth, resembling the sensation of pushing my tongue +through ungroomed tufts of fur. I threw the tumbler down and stomped +back into the living room. The advert was on again. This time +tracking a sequence I hadn't noticed during the previous playback. +The message ran at ten minute intervals, but I had yet to see it all +the way through. The visual rhetoric was contrived, but would +probably prove effective. They'd likely sell a billion copies. I +swallowed an over the counter pharmaceutical designed to combat dizziness and resumed my seat on the couch. Staring at a spot two feet above the telescreen, my mind began to spin down, drifting to other concerns. My next shift at my corporate front-job was scheduled to begin in just under five hours. Still tasting apple dust (maybe it -wasn’t really apple dust, after all), I chewed at the air with my +wasn't really apple dust, after all), I chewed at the air with my mouth and then dozed off, resigned to whatever dreams might come. - -Approximately two-hundred forty minutes elapsed. - -I woke up. Two more pill bug carcasses had embedded themselves into -the folds of my robe. They no longer seemed to be the most likely -vector of leaked intelligence. In point of fact they appeared -organic. Quite simplistic. This new-found lucidity intensified as I -painted shaving cream onto my chin and then accidentally sliced the -skin between my nostrils. - -It occurred to me that Pink Floyd might not really be ripping me off. -They were probably capable of coming up with such an obvious title as -ECHOES on their own. Their boxed set was probably being manufactured -even as had I decided on the title of my own collection. Still, the -overlap rankled. - -I guessed that it must have been a case of Steam Engine Time. - -For posterity’s sake, I will note here that my own ECHOES collection -may be sampled at the following address: +Approximately two-hundred forty minutes elapsed. I woke up. Two more +pill bug carcasses had embedded themselves into the folds of my robe. +They no longer seemed to be the most likely vector of leaked +intelligence. In point of fact they appeared organic. Quite +simplistic. This new-found lucidity intensified as I painted shaving +cream onto my chin and then accidentally sliced the skin between my +nostrils. It occurred to me that Pink Floyd might not really be +ripping me off. They were probably capable of coming up with such an +obvious title as ECHOES on their own. Their boxed set was probably +being manufactured even as had I decided on the title of my own +collection. Still, the overlap rankled. I guessed that it must have +been a case of Steam Engine Time. For posterity's sake, I will note +here that my own ECHOES collection may be sampled at the following +address: And here I had inserted a hypertext link. A pointer to some old, half-considered project of mine from my early years trying to break into the music industry. I wince at the memory, irrationally certain -that this will be all they’ll find when they finally dig my starved +that this will be all they'll find when they finally dig my starved body out of this house and this snow drift and begin to piece together the circumstances of my disappearance. Decorated Agent Leaves Behind Rough Draft Of An Early Internet Posting. Family Denies Any Knowledge -Of Agent’s Artistic Endeavors. +Of Agent's Artistic Endeavors. I lean back my head against the exposed boards of the attic floor and observe as small flecks of snow float in and out between the cracks in -the roof. My fingers have become useless now, and I suspect that I’m +the roof. My fingers have become useless now, and I suspect that I'm too weak to kick through the tile shingling. Troubling, to be sure. As if to underline the point, I make an attempt to stand up and one of my legs cracks and falls off onto the floor. Well, so be it. Another opportunity to reflect on my past. -Reviewing this material I have to admit, I’ve had a good run. +Reviewing this material I have to admit, I've had a good run. -IN THE END, NOTHING WORKS - -tags: 2079, eva, gordon, tab2 +IN THE END, NOTHING WORKS tags: 2079, eva, gordon, tab2 In spite of his back, Thomas was up early the next morning. It hurt to be out of bed. He slipped on his robe and dialed a reasonable @@ -2714,24 +2618,24 @@ simply, never be forced together, never be entrusted to bring such a project to fruition. Thomas dismissed the idea as self-evident lunacy. As with other would-be conspiracies, this"newspaper" business, if it were ever truly attempted, would immediately run afoul -of man’s signal inability to cooperate effectively. The whole +of man's signal inability to cooperate effectively. The whole endeavor would end in disaster. Thomas pictured a management team showing up at the office and attempting to corral the -so-called"newsmen" into some semblance of order. Let’s put this +so-called"newsmen" into some semblance of order. Let's put this edition to bed, the managers would say. Sure, their subordinates -would reply, we’ll get right on top of that, boss. And then they +would reply, we'll get right on top of that, boss. And then they would go to lunch. The whole concept of a metropolis of workers, each synchronizing his movements to the other, all in some effort to compile a grand codex of halftoned words and photographs... Ostensibly a periodical source of news and sports-related -information... Implausible wasn’t the word. The idea was like +information... Implausible wasn't the word. The idea was like something that would come out of a liberal arts college. Thomas understood that in the end, nothing really worked. Thus it followed -that no newspaper would or could be delivered to Thomas’ door, on this +that no newspaper would or could be delivered to Thomas' door, on this or any other morning. Thomas looked down. Perhaps he was surprised to see that the -newspaper still wasn’t where it should have been. He wiped the +newspaper still wasn't where it should have been. He wiped the condensation from the front of his visor and planted his feet in the doorway, fixing his gaze upon the concrete stoop. Why was he here? He meant specifically. His eyes focused on a rough patch of masonry, @@ -2759,8 +2663,8 @@ to discuss her inspiration. Why organic tea? He wrinkled his eyebrows with palpable irritation and stared at her, knowing perfectly well that his tendency towards interpreting simple results as the fruit of complex machinations should not distract him so long that his -tea would go cold. I’m being silly, he thought to himself. Next, -he’d be accusing her of inventing, then hiding, and finally denying +tea would go cold. I'm being silly, he thought to himself. Next, +he'd be accusing her of inventing, then hiding, and finally denying the existence of, his daily newspaper. He resolved not to say anything about it for now. @@ -2776,30 +2680,30 @@ system. There. Blunt common sense. No conspiracy required. Though it could have been sabotage. -From the perspective behind Thomas’ visor, everything had simply gone -black. Neighborhood residents were skeptical that the city’s plans +From the perspective behind Thomas' visor, everything had simply gone +black. Neighborhood residents were skeptical that the city's plans for replacing the youths with middle-aged housewives would yield a network any more reliable than the one that already existed. The real -problem was that this new technology simply didn’t scale. You -couldn’t expect everyone to get online at the same time without -ramping up the system’s capacity. Unsupervised boys or no. Thomas +problem was that this new technology simply didn't scale. You +couldn't expect everyone to get online at the same time without +ramping up the system's capacity. Unsupervised boys or no. Thomas doubted if any demographic could keep the thing running without the assistance of authorized Green technicians. Of course, that would cost money. On a related note, did the Green Consortium really think that these middle-aged women would subject themselves to working for lower wages than what they could make staying at home? Like the -aforementioned "newspaper" idea, the scheme simply didn’t wash. +aforementioned "newspaper" idea, the scheme simply didn't wash. How the networks had ever been built in the first place was also a damned mystery. The secrets of net construction had apparently passed -into the realm of mythâ•”an area where Thomas carefully abstained from +into the realm of myth­an area where Thomas carefully abstained from treading. Just what had inspired Jeff Bezos to invent the Netscape browser? The world might never know for sure. To be certain, claims had been staked out by all of the usual suspects: Church leaders, -government agencies, atheist intellectualsâ•”the full gamut of +government agencies, atheist intellectuals­the full gamut of unreliable sources. But Thomas was confident he knew the real score. -He had realized early in life that they all made up storiesâ•”lies, in -factâ•”that weren’t supported by the available evidence. Anyone who +He had realized early in life that they all made up stories­lies, in +fact­that weren't supported by the available evidence. Anyone who advanced a positive claim was merely covering an angle. No one knew the real history of the Green. Or, at the very least, he was certain there had been mistakes in the recording. @@ -2807,7 +2711,7 @@ there had been mistakes in the recording. Just as well, then, that young people not be misled by any wild tales of human beings working together towards a collective goal. It might make for a ripping yarn, fine, but this sort of cooperation just -wasn’t going to happen. Not that he could see. In his experience, +wasn't going to happen. Not that he could see. In his experience, human beings were incapable of effective organization, even if sometimes his mind liked to hallucinate collaboration amongst his enemies. It would make more sense if the networks had simply grown @@ -2815,16 +2719,16 @@ themselves. You had to market your trash to the trash men, or else they would stubbornly refuse to take it away. Thomas knew this to be true, but -still he couldn’t find the time to arrange his various bags and +still he couldn't find the time to arrange his various bags and receptacles pleasantly enough to attract their attention. Instead, -garbage would pile up for several weeks before he’d finally be forced +garbage would pile up for several weeks before he'd finally be forced to trudge down to the edge of the yard, spit on the road, and go to work creating a minimally effective layout. These city trash men thought they were critics. Thomas knew full well that as insiders to the waste reclamation industry, their own garbage would never be -subjected to the ridicule of their peers. Instead, a trash man’s +subjected to the ridicule of their peers. Instead, a trash man's refuse would be hauled off periodically, sight-unseen. Thomas -resented the situation because it just wasn’t fair. He could feel his +resented the situation because it just wasn't fair. He could feel his hate for the double-standard solidifying in his back. Why did consumers let the government get away with this? @@ -2835,7 +2739,7 @@ Thomas spied his friend Gordon coming up the road. "I dunno, man. Field trip around the sun, I guess." Thomas fingered his visor until the face of his friend came into -focus. Gordon had that look about him, as if he’d just been slipped +focus. Gordon had that look about him, as if he'd just been slipped counterfeit money. (Money. Another conspiratorial delusion. Thomas was undecided as to whether this particular fiction yieled sufficient utility to warrant his playing along. Convenient, since he was @@ -2847,7 +2751,7 @@ usually broke.) "There, your face. Why are you moving your hand around as if you were manipulating some sort of device, or making some sort of minute -adjustments to your eyebrows. There’s nothing there. Just that +adjustments to your eyebrows. There's nothing there. Just that wrinkly old skin wrapped around your skull." Thomas moved to punch Gordon in the arm. Just then, he slipped off of @@ -2857,23 +2761,19 @@ pain, he put his hand down in the snow and groaned. "Can you help me up, please?" he said."My damn ass is broken." -Perversely, Thomas’ visor clicked through its boot-up sequence and +Perversely, Thomas' visor clicked through its boot-up sequence and once again resumed service. Click. Click. Click. -But the settings were futzed. Thomas could see through Gordon’s +But the settings were futzed. Thomas could see through Gordon's pants. -"Nice briefs," he said. - -END BOOK ONE +"Nice briefs," he said. END BOOK ONE BOOK TWO -THE GREEN - -tags: 1918 +THE GREEN tags: 1918 Mary lit candles while I made some adjustments to the sound levels and then paced off the markers on the stage. The trees were turning up @@ -2885,10 +2785,10 @@ and the same effect was showing against my skin. Mary smiled acknowledgement from her corner of the stage. I faced toward the swaying grass. The movement of the hillside caught -hold of me immediatelyâ•”I felt it pull against my stomachâ•”but once -the playback started I had little trouble falling into the correct -rhythm. Insects in the trees began to organize their shrieks around -the activity on stage. Presently, our surroundings had settled into +hold of me immediately­I felt it pull against my stomach­but once the +playback started I had little trouble falling into the correct rhythm. +Insects in the trees began to organize their shrieks around the +activity on stage. Presently, our surroundings had settled into smooth synchronization with the machines. The shift between recognition and acceptance was instantaneous, complete. @@ -2923,18 +2823,18 @@ synchronicity would have already expended itself. The resonance would be completely drained. I was sure it would be the same for Mary. I slept better that night than I had in a long time. A decade. The -temptation was always to think that if we’d take time out for this -observance just a little more often, if we’d simply make an effort to +temptation was always to think that if we'd take time out for this +observance just a little more often, if we'd simply make an effort to keep these sentiments in our daily thoughts... Well, you know how -these things tend to work out. The truth isâ•”and this is as -important as any other detail you’d care to focus onâ•”the rite was -only to be performed once a year. That’s how it had always been. And -the tradition, I think, was correct. Well-founded. The empty spaces -were in fact as significant as those caressed by the resonance of -conscious observance. The transition from one state to another could -only be measured along this sort of blunt, descending staircase. -Dividing awareness from its counterpart, one state from its successor, -empty to all filled up. How else could we perceive change at all? +these things tend to work out. The truth is­and this is as important +as any other detail you'd care to focus on­the rite was only to be +performed once a year. That's how it had always been. And the +tradition, I think, was correct. Well-founded. The empty spaces were +in fact as significant as those caressed by the resonance of conscious +observance. The transition from one state to another could only be +measured along this sort of blunt, descending staircase. Dividing +awareness from its counterpart, one state from its successor, empty to +all filled up. How else could we perceive change at all? As the rains started, I scooped up the last of the cables and snapped shut the plastic container where they were stored when they were not @@ -2953,11 +2853,9 @@ house-shaped warmth. Until next year. -EPISODE IX +EPISODE IX tags: 1957, margaret, paris_mold, tab1, the_chief -tags: 1957, margaret, paris_mold, tab1, the_chief - -I couldn’t get the lid off. +I couldn't get the lid off. I bashed the base of the jar against the corner of a nearby table (away from my body, so as to avoid the spray of flying smart glass) @@ -2973,18 +2871,18 @@ observing my progress without bothering to explain his presence. Annoyed, I flashed him my teeth and continued typing. I carefully unlatched the bag under my table with an obscured foot. -Paris’ gaze slid from my keyboard to my shoulders to my scrambled face +Paris' gaze slid from my keyboard to my shoulders to my scrambled face in a continuous gesture. He maintained a blank expression that I -couldn’t have mustered even with the help of electronics. +couldn't have mustered even with the help of electronics. He cocked his head slightly to the left and began to speak. I noticed there was a huge smudge of dirt on his cheek. A detail such as that could be my anchor in the moments to come. -"That’s one hell of a portable," Paris observed, nodding in the +"That's one hell of a portable," Paris observed, nodding in the direction of my table-top device. As if in response, the pressure -screen’s broadcast antenna extended itself and locked into place. +screen's broadcast antenna extended itself and locked into place. Without warning, the room folded back upon itself, pulling all sorts of visual transforms that reminded me of the programming exercises @@ -2993,7 +2891,7 @@ cellular automata of snowflakes, tree branches, and the flocking patterns of birds. Most of the standard primitives. I gritted my teeth. Being this close to Paris Mold was like chewing -power cables. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my head straight for +power cables. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my head straight for long, so I leaned in towards him and smiled in feeble agreement. "Yes, boss." @@ -3008,8 +2906,8 @@ with the tip of my boot. There sounded a short series of digital squawks. Then the whole place went wobbly and the walls began to collapse. -A look came over Paris’ face. As the ceiling rushed to meet the -floor, he realized what I’d done. His expression was no longer +A look came over Paris' face. As the ceiling rushed to meet the +floor, he realized what I'd done. His expression was no longer inscrutable. Still, this was going to kill me, too. @@ -3018,7 +2916,7 @@ I plopped in another pat of margarine and inhaled over the sizzling frying pan. Folding the wrinkled bits of paper into the eggs, a series of disconnected sentence fragments slowly came into view. I closed my eyes and surveyed the partial collage. Three signatures in -all. These were definitely the forms I’d sought, but the fragments +all. These were definitely the forms I'd sought, but the fragments seemed incomplete. Something was missing. Tabasco. @@ -3032,7 +2930,7 @@ I batted the fire with my spatula. Left-handed, because I was still holding onto the frying pan. I had to guess about where the tongues of flame were going to dart next. -In wandered Paris Mold. We didn’t make eye contact; we couldn’t +In wandered Paris Mold. We didn't make eye contact; we couldn't really, on account of my being blind. I assumed he had come to apologize. @@ -3043,23 +2941,23 @@ responsible for my blindness and therefore made every attempt to wipe clean his conscience by providing me with advance notice of his job listings. I tolerated it only because I needed the work. -"Can’t sleep?" he asked. +"Can't sleep?" he asked. -"Horseshit. I’m trying to finish my taxes." +"Horseshit. I'm trying to finish my taxes." -"Still slaving away at that, eh? The deadline’s coming up, you know," -he chided."Why don’t you hire an accountant?" +"Still slaving away at that, eh? The deadline's coming up, you know," +he chided."Why don't you hire an accountant?" -"These days, I’ve got plenty of time to waste. Besides, I was +"These days, I've got plenty of time to waste. Besides, I was hungry." My finger hovered over the"eight" key while Paris regarded my -handiwork. I wasn’t about to enter negotiations without some sort of -leverageâ•”even if that meant blowing his forehead into spun glass. +handiwork. I wasn't about to enter negotiations without some sort of +leverage­even if that meant blowing his forehead into spun glass. Paris wrinkled his eyebrows and made a disappointed sigh. So, this was going to be it. With a flick of my finger, a shotgun would descend from the ceiling and project a hot lead sandwich through -Paris’ face. I judged from the sound of his low, even breathing that +Paris' face. I judged from the sound of his low, even breathing that he was standing right on top of the the marker. Almost... The bandages on my face began to itch. I twitched, trying to adjust @@ -3072,9 +2970,9 @@ situation. A flash of rage. My eyes started to burn. I punched the"eight" key vigorously. Eat this, fuck sack! -Then: A long, piercing beep as my keypad’s buffer filled with"eights." +Then: A long, piercing beep as my keypad's buffer filled with"eights." -Why wasn’t it working? I looked down and saw nothing. +Why wasn't it working? I looked down and saw nothing. It transpired that my hands had slipped off of home row. I had been mashing the wrong key. @@ -3086,19 +2984,19 @@ Paris Mold retaliated with extreme prejudice. By force of habit, he went straight for my eyes. They said I had been chewing on my left hand, apparently trying to get -at my chronometer. I complained that I hadn’t managed to kill Paris -Mold, period, no matter what or when I’d tried. He was just so... +at my chronometer. I complained that I hadn't managed to kill Paris +Mold, period, no matter what or when I'd tried. He was just so... there. You know? Something to do with his training, I guessed. It was this last remark that got me pulled from the operation. They wanted to know if I was through wasting their time, if I was ready to stop stalling. When had I planned to follow through on the -objective? Was I really so disoriented that I couldn’t maintain -narrative continuity? And what was this nonsense I’d been ranting +objective? Was I really so disoriented that I couldn't maintain +narrative continuity? And what was this nonsense I'd been ranting about? Had I experienced fear in the presence of the Molds? The words"dishonorable discharge" were bandied about over my -restrained bodyâ•”the first time such words had been mentioned in +restrained body­the first time such words had been mentioned in relation to my person. It sounded to me like a threat. I could do nothing but foam and thrash. @@ -3111,21 +3009,17 @@ that my wife had become pregnant. I asked him how he knew. -THE PARTISAN +THE PARTISAN tags: 1949, 1950, 1951, 1953, 1954, mother, tab1 1 -tags: 1949, 1950, 1951, 1953, 1954, mother, tab1 - -1 - -Mother didn’t love me. +Mother didn't love me. Well, who knows, but it sure was hard to tell. I assume she wanted me gone by graduation. Pushing me out of the nest fit symmetrically with first having introduced me to its warmth. -Only, I hadn’t needed to be pushed. +Only, I hadn't needed to be pushed. -Whatever the case, I wouldn’t have stuck around once I’d secured my +Whatever the case, I wouldn't have stuck around once I'd secured my means of escape. In fact, my childhood agenda came to center upon vacating the nest at the earliest possible convenience. I told her as much on a handful of occasions, which may have been an early source of @@ -3134,7 +3028,7 @@ her resentment towards me. Drifting, there. Such thoughts are useless for filling out my report. I dribble a handful of words into the document and save before making -a trip to the men’s room. Time to call it a night. +a trip to the men's room. Time to call it a night. Passing through the marketing department, I ponder the desks of the new-hires, noticing for the first time that their cubicle partitions @@ -3143,10 +3037,10 @@ accumulation of personal effects. The design is intentional. In my first few months at the company I never would have suspected such subtle architectures of control. -I round the corner to the men’s room and take a seat in the furthest +I round the corner to the men's room and take a seat in the furthest stall. -After a few minutes I’m faced with a problem. +After a few minutes I'm faced with a problem. No toilet paper. 2 @@ -3154,7 +3048,7 @@ I am out of work. Real work, that is. My study group has been shut down. -It’s the Greens. They’re everywhere. Though admittedly they’re less +It's the Greens. They're everywhere. Though admittedly they're less numerous than in recent years. Take my former manager. Matters of consequence on his mind. A month @@ -3163,25 +3057,23 @@ too many atheists. A security risk, he said. What is this, the 1910s? -For a while now I’ve been sitting at home, steadily freezing solid in -my poorly insulated study. Not the best working environment, and I’m -not getting much done. On top of it all, Mother won’t leave me alone. -I’ve had to resist the urge to flag her for rendition. I like to -think I’ve made the right decision. +For a while now I've been sitting at home, steadily freezing solid in +my poorly insulated study. Not the best working environment, and I'm +not getting much done. On top of it all, Mother won't leave me alone. +I've had to resist the urge to flag her for rendition. I like to +think I've made the right decision. This morning I discover that the Greens have cut loose my former -manager. I’m digging around in his account when the call comes in. +manager. I'm digging around in his account when the call comes in. -We’re back on. +We're back on. Patent disputes in the hinterlands. The traffic orb on my desk glows a suggestive blue as I pick up the -phone to contact my team. +phone to contact my team. 3 -3 - -Well, that didn’t last long. +Well, that didn't last long. Back to retail. @@ -3197,13 +3089,13 @@ different positions along the isle. His movements seem aimless and there appears to be no intelligent pattern underlying his investigations. -What is going on here? The answer is that I don’t care. +What is going on here? The answer is that I don't care. "Is there something I can assist you with, sir?" Contractually, I cannot allow his anti-commercial behavior to pass unchallenged. I maneuver myself between him and the shelves and then -read him one of the scripts I’ve been required to memorize. +read him one of the scripts I've been required to memorize. "I am certified in twenty-seven dialects of formal sales semantics, with a top-five ranking amongst appliance technicians in the local @@ -3212,7 +3104,7 @@ you for choosing AT&T." "Son, let me ask you a question. Do you actually like working here?" -I have to admit, there’s no easy way to answer. I don’t let it show +I have to admit, there's no easy way to answer. I don't let it show on my face. From an obscured storage pouch the man produces a business card and @@ -3227,47 +3119,43 @@ skipping gears. "Five minutes of your time and that t-note becomes real, deposits into the account of your choice. Spend it however you like." -It’s hardly pocket change, and of course I’m well beyond broke, so I +It's hardly pocket change, and of course I'm well beyond broke, so I gesture for him to proceed with his pitch. Before I know it, he has me filling out paperwork, signing papers. "Signing your life away," he announces, and smiles. -He doesn’t seem to care about my previous experience. +He doesn't seem to care about my previous experience. 4 -4 - -I’m being sent to the front. +I'm being sent to the front. Well, one of the fronts. In modern warfare, someone has to keep the breathers running. My orders are to install hotfixes and updates on the machines that control the mobile flow tanks, which in turn feed the breathers. We -aren’t permitted to install unauthorized programs, but everyone I’ve +aren't permitted to install unauthorized programs, but everyone I've ever worked with does so anyway. Our Sergeant hosts a fileserver from his backpack. The men of the platoon have taken to calling me"Mother." I assume this is in reference to my careful maintenance of their breather -apparatuses. I don’t find it amusing in the slightest. +apparatuses. I don't find it amusing in the slightest. In spite of improvements to our equipment, signal degradation continues to render the mail unreliable. The satellite gear proved flaky and we dumped it after the first week in the field. At higher -elevations we’re sometimes able to establish line of sight with the +elevations we're sometimes able to establish line of sight with the fleet. -Mother would probably like to hear from me. Maybe I’ll drop her a -line the next time we’re up the mountain. - -5 +Mother would probably like to hear from me. Maybe I'll drop her a +line the next time we're up the mountain. 5 Responding to aggressive stimuli, I discharge my service rifle into the crowd. -My round exits the back of a man’s skull and strikes the man standing +My round exits the back of a man's skull and strikes the man standing directly behind him. It then travels on to the next man standing behind him. For a split second the perforated heads sync up, their wounds aligning in a peculiar sort of optical tributary. As quickly @@ -3275,37 +3163,35 @@ as it is formed, the channel collapses and the illusion of coherence is lost. This dynamic tableaux has been observed by several hovering cameras. -I’m struck by the way each unit edges past its neighbor, vying for a +I'm struck by the way each unit edges past its neighbor, vying for a better angle on the corpses lying at my feet. They seem to -deliberately ignore me and my fellow soldiers. I don’t understand +deliberately ignore me and my fellow soldiers. I don't understand why. A hand falls on my shoulder. It is the Sergeant. -What’s he doing here, I think to myself. +What's he doing here, I think to myself. -Oh, right. - -6 +Oh, right. 6 Prison clothing is uncomfortable. In my case it fits well enough. Some of my peers have been less fortunate. I keep in step with the other prisoners. Occasionally, I catch my -reflection in the back of another inmate’s jacket. Even out of -uniform we’re unmistakably soldiers. +reflection in the back of another inmate's jacket. Even out of +uniform we're unmistakably soldiers. A guard shouts obscenities through a bullhorn and the man in front of me stumbles. I think that I recognize him. Latino, approximately twenty years of age. Infantry, definitely. Could it be? -When the guards aren’t looking I kick him in the back. +When the guards aren't looking I kick him in the back. "Keep up, asshole." He gasps, flashing me the secret hand sign of our platoon. -I’m convinced now, and kick him again, this time less carefully. Less +I'm convinced now, and kick him again, this time less carefully. Less the actor. I have him on the ground by the time the guard with the bullhorn interrupts. @@ -3313,9 +3199,7 @@ bullhorn interrupts. We do as he says. -The data has changed hands. - -7 +The data has changed hands. 7 I am free. @@ -3327,21 +3211,19 @@ point during my incarceration. I convalesce at home for two days before calling in to be reactivated. The boys will be anxious to hear about my experience behind bars. I -wonder how many of us are left. +wonder how many of us are left. 8 -8 - -And now it’s back to the grind. Nothing has changed about the war -we’ve been fighting, though the locales tend to shift with the +And now it's back to the grind. Nothing has changed about the war +we've been fighting, though the locales tend to shift with the seasons. We manage the periodic disorientation by assigning colors to -each theater of operations. This quarter we’re in the Red. The -projection is that by next quarter we’ll be in the Black. +each theater of operations. This quarter we're in the Red. The +projection is that by next quarter we'll be in the Black. One of our little jokes. Oh yes, and no White after Labor Day. -Staffing is flexible, pending new developments. This rotation we’re +Staffing is flexible, pending new developments. This rotation we're at home. For us, domestic deployment (as with training) constitutes leave. The boys are all present and we fall into our familiar rhythm as we pace the perimeter Capitol Hill. @@ -3354,30 +3236,26 @@ reporters spill over in my direction. One approaches me, brandishing a microphone. -"Corporal! What’s your take on the continuance of the war? Can you +"Corporal! What's your take on the continuance of the war? Can you give me seven syllables on the reinstatement of compulsory military service? The draft?" I regard her from behind my service rifle. -Seven syllables? Let’s see. +Seven syllables? Let's see. -"I’m afraid I enlisted." +"I'm afraid I enlisted." -HALF-DANDY IN THE - -RUBBISH FACTORY - -tags: 1918, lonnie, pennis_mold +HALF-DANDY IN THE RUBBISH FACTORY tags: 1918, lonnie, pennis_mold Standing in the mirror and seeing that without a belt, these new -slacks are simply not going to stay up. I’m in danger of tipping the -balance between classical style and practicality, but I mustn’t be +slacks are simply not going to stay up. I'm in danger of tipping the +balance between classical style and practicality, but I mustn't be caught off guard if anyone should happen to catch a glimpse of me in my civilian underclothes. I find something suitable in my closet and pin myself into the pants, clipping a handful of mesh transceivers to my blouse before pulling on the pressure suit and chiming for a ride. -Down in the tunnels, I don’t want my breeches coming loose, getting +Down in the tunnels, I don't want my breeches coming loose, getting wound around my legs inside of the suit. Before exiting the apartment, I remove a number of petals from a rose and press them between the pages of my notebook. I savor the scent for a few moments @@ -3416,7 +3294,7 @@ it crumbled to dust. I see now that such a wall can be made to serve a useful purpose. Do I really wish for all the evil in my thoughts to pass so freely? It is at moments such as these that I find it crucial to get something -down on paper, before mind’s effluvium carries mind itself away on a +down on paper, before mind's effluvium carries mind itself away on a raft of sudden, fatiguing currents. In truth, I write to cleanse the palate. There is a bad taste in my mouth after three weeks toiling on the latest factory inventory. Lonnie plays Microsoft SOLITAIRE at his @@ -3429,7 +3307,7 @@ understanding. I boot up a fresh sheet of paper, reflecting upon the true nature of metaphor as filler. A great sewer main has burst in my mind, carrying -forth copious amounts of shit and pissâ•”both having been lodged quite +forth copious amounts of shit and piss­both having been lodged quite stubbornly in the pipe. This is the opposite of the wall. I observe as each new parcel of feces floats away, bobbling down the stream. There is something that cannot be contained within a mind such as my @@ -3449,8 +3327,8 @@ sorted, and I do carry on exploring, but I find that there is only one true form of currency, here in the rubbish factory, and that is the universal reserve of the personal imagination. It proves to be an aether that never devalues, that is never appraised relative to -markets or governmentsâ•”it is the ineffable substance that -constitutes essential wealth. +markets or governments­it is the ineffable substance that constitutes +essential wealth. Reaching this point of minor resolution, I close up my notebook and stuff it into one of the compartments of my pressure suit. A whistle @@ -3496,19 +3374,19 @@ trepidation as they float past my table, unsure of the purpose for their visit. What I notice first is the impeccable styling of their attire. Even -when down in the tunnels, these gentlemen alwaysâ•” always â•”keep -their gear clean. In the general low-light conditions of the sewer, -it is their bejeweled teeth and resplendent gold necklaces which can -first be seen approaching, glittering through the humid mists of -municipal waste. At times, the ricocheting reflections may cause an -entire face to disappear, or at least, they may seem to disappear when -one’s vision is obscured by a pressure suit mask. But here in the -mess hall, we all remove our helmets to talk and eat. Here, the glare -does not obscure but instead serves to illuminate. +when down in the tunnels, these gentlemen always­ always ­keep their +gear clean. In the general low-light conditions of the sewer, it is +their bejeweled teeth and resplendent gold necklaces which can first +be seen approaching, glittering through the humid mists of municipal +waste. At times, the ricocheting reflections may cause an entire face +to disappear, or at least, they may seem to disappear when one's +vision is obscured by a pressure suit mask. But here in the mess +hall, we all remove our helmets to talk and eat. Here, the glare does +not obscure but instead serves to illuminate. The small group approaches now, my own supervisor striding to the fore. His low-slung denim splits into a Cheshire grin of plaid cotton -undergarments. The suede of my supervisor’s sneakers appears to be +undergarments. The suede of my supervisor's sneakers appears to be freshly brushed, having accumulated no floating particles of detritus or dirt. His tasteful, oversize polo tee asserts the classic dialectic of red and white striping, situated masterfully alongside a @@ -3517,19 +3395,19 @@ self-evident, sacred significance. I am somewhat taken aback by this sudden explosion of color. It is a moment I cherish even as it overwhelms me, and I briefly clench my eyelids together, attempting to trigger my mesh camera, to stream the scene into the pages of my -department’s distributed memory. +department's distributed memory. As the managers pass my table they hesitate, stop, and then double back. -My supervisor’s nostrils incline perceptibly. As one, the group turns +My supervisor's nostrils incline perceptibly. As one, the group turns to face me. I swallow the food in my mouth, which goes down the wrong way, and I begin to worry about the visible stubble on my face. How must I appear to them? -"Yo, ya’ll have been selected, son! We’re up in this place to request +"Yo, ya'll have been selected, son! We're up in this place to request that you authorize a temporary application fee of two billion credits -to secure your promotion to management. Know what I’m sayin’, cousin? +to secure your promotion to management. Know what I'm sayin', cousin? To authenticate this ceremonial enhancement, please press here, fool. Fa sho." @@ -3589,14 +3467,12 @@ Lonnie makes a face, forlorn, but still he says nothing. I wave him away. I excuse myself and leave my tray for the staff to clear. -I am already running next month’s numbers in my head. +I am already running next month's numbers in my head. Fitting my manicured hands to the master controls of the rubbish factory. -ASDFASDF - -tags: 1979, erik, roger, tab2 +ASDFASDF tags: 1979, erik, roger, tab2 Thomas adjusted the focus of his visor and opened three new chat windows. He joined the appropriate channel in each window, issued @@ -3606,41 +3482,30 @@ everyone else was idling. Roger crushed the soda can beneath her foot and stomped into the building. Behind her, Erik dribbled the rest of his beverage into the -gutter and followed suit. Both of them were late for duty. - - Oh well, here we are again, crammed into this office when -it’s windy and gray outside. No cold London breeze in our faces -today, boys! By the time you read this, I’ll have flattened quite a -bit of real estate, I’d imagine. Oh well, where does the time go. - - Is someone stroking you off over there? - - That’s offensive. And just where the spam have you two -been. - - i’m so spamming tired +gutter and followed suit. Both of them were late for duty. +Oh well, here we are again, crammed into this office when it's windy +and gray outside. No cold London breeze in our faces today, boys! By +the time you read this, I'll have flattened quite a bit of real +estate, I'd imagine. Oh well, where does the time go. Is +someone stroking you off over there? That's offensive. And +just where the spam have you two been. i'm so spamming tired A flash crossed all of their screens at once. A vibrant pink square that obscured half of the desktop, causing Roger (at least) to misdirect her fire towards a friendly. -Folks, - -RDO (Regular Day Off) - -Since we are starting a run on training next week and through -September for various classes (other course scheduling to be -announced), we will be depending on all to help keep our levels up as -well as possible, as you have these last couple of weeks. Since -Thursday and Friday are always busy days anyway, we’d like to ask -anyone with their RDO on Thurs and Fri to work OT during our critical -time. That can be up to 8 hours starting between 7am-9am, and -possibly a couple more depending on how busy it is. - -Then from next week on until further notice, we’d like those that -will, to work OT on their RDOs between the same starting times, with -the possible 2 hrs extra on top of the 8 if business needs are heavy. -If you cannot work the full 8 but can work 4 hrs between 10am-2pm or +Folks, RDO (Regular Day Off) Since we are starting a run on training +next week and through September for various classes (other course +scheduling to be announced), we will be depending on all to help keep +our levels up as well as possible, as you have these last couple of +weeks. Since Thursday and Friday are always busy days anyway, we'd +like to ask anyone with their RDO on Thurs and Fri to work OT during +our critical time. That can be up to 8 hours starting between +7am-9am, and possibly a couple more depending on how busy it is. Then +from next week on until further notice, we'd like those that will, to +work OT on their RDOs between the same starting times, with the +possible 2 hrs extra on top of the 8 if business needs are heavy. If +you cannot work the full 8 but can work 4 hrs between 10am-2pm or 11am-3pm (same for this Thur & Fri), that would help out during the lunch periods. Of course working through lunch is also authorized w/ break splitting until further notice. @@ -3665,19 +3530,13 @@ Thomas, for his part, had lost the ground. asdfasdfasdfasdfasdf - i wasnt going to come in at all today but it turns out i’ve -already used up my personal days for the rest of the year. it’s -fucking january! - - I was in the cafeteria and I heard Sarge talking spam about us -not getting 20 minute breaks anymore after this quarter - - fuck that! argh. that does it, i’m deleting his account on -webster. no more free zero day for him! - - Hey guys. - - I am SO not working overtime this weekend + i wasnt going to come in at all today but it turns out i've +already used up my personal days for the rest of the year. it's +fucking january! I was in the cafeteria and I heard Sarge +talking spam about us not getting 20 minute breaks anymore after this +quarter fuck that! argh. that does it, i'm deleting his +account on webster. no more free zero day for him! Hey +guys. I am SO not working overtime this weekend asdfasdf @@ -3688,34 +3547,32 @@ logging his flight ticket and got himself up, out of his chair. As usual, Erik and Roger were a few minutes longer in getting their acts together. This was exacerbated by Erik accidentally brushing his -elbows against Roger’s breasts, several times, in the space of just a +elbows against Roger's breasts, several times, in the space of just a few minutes. -After she’d finished repeatedly punching him in the gut, both airmen +After she'd finished repeatedly punching him in the gut, both airmen caught up with Thomas and took their places next to him in the chow line, where they casually compared the features of their newly upgraded visors. -"I’m always waiting for you guys. Spam like this is why we lose so +"I'm always waiting for you guys. Spam like this is why we lose so many airplanes." Thomas held his serious expression for several seconds, and then they all burst into laughter. -I’M JUST SAYING +I'M JUST SAYING tags: 1979, christopher, violet -tags: 1979, christopher, violet - -"Every time I walk past your desk you’re reading that damned feed." +"Every time I walk past your desk you're reading that damned feed." "Do you see the flaw in this?" Violet asked."Every time you see me -reading the feeds, you’re away from your own desk. You’d never even -know I was breaking the rules if you weren’t up, walking around, +reading the feeds, you're away from your own desk. You'd never even +know I was breaking the rules if you weren't up, walking around, breaking them yourself." Frankly, there had been little to distinguish her until fairly recently. The spring quarter had perhaps brought about a kind of -transformation. Certainly, she’d taken well to his instruction. +transformation. Certainly, she'd taken well to his instruction. Christopher mused (to himself) that perhaps what he admired in her most was his own reflection. But this was a profoundly disagreeable notion, and he discarded the thought. The light from the office @@ -3726,19 +3583,20 @@ no harm in trying. gentleman of his era would not even have been able to perceive the Green." -"Now you’re just lying," said Violet. +"Now you're just lying," said Violet. "Nullius en verba," sighed Chris."Trust, but verify. Or in other -words, do your own research. You see, it doesn’t matter if you -believe me or not. This isn’t a relative matter. The Green did not -exist in the seventeenth centuryâ•”it’s not merely an assertion, it’s -an incontrovertible fact." +words, do your own research. You see, it doesn't matter if you +believe me or not. This isn't a relative matter. The Green did not +exist in the seventeenth century­it's not merely an assertion, it's an +incontrovertible fact." "According to your essentialist bias," Violet said."But what are +'facts,' anyway?" There was no answer. It was a meaningless question. -Violet’s mouth creased acutely at its corners, her eyes tracing the +Violet's mouth creased acutely at its corners, her eyes tracing the arc of the golden ratio as Christopher shifted in his work trousers, unsure of how to proceed. He could no longer remember what he had been trying to say, or why. He stopped typing in order to formulate @@ -3748,32 +3606,32 @@ his response. have indeed set the stage for the eventual overturning of his work on motion." -"That’s seriously not even true," said Violet."Einstein was very clear -that his own work should not be seen to supersede Newton’s, but merely +"That's seriously not even true," said Violet."Einstein was very clear +that his own work should not be seen to supersede Newton's, but merely to build upon the foundations laid by his able predecessor. Newtonian mechanics is still quite viable from virtually any perspective. Even today." -"I’m just saying," she added. +"I'm just saying," she added. -"And yet, you cling to this notion that Newton knew ofâ•”communed -withâ•”the Green. That he had some sort of access to the network." +"And yet, you cling to this notion that Newton knew of­communed +with­the Green. That he had some sort of access to the network." -"Didn’t he?" asked Violet, rolling her eyes behind her face-mask. +"Didn't he?" asked Violet, rolling her eyes behind her face-mask. "No," said Chris, finding himself increasingly frustrated, in more ways than one. Violet drifted away. She thought to herself: When I lay my head down, now, my dreams are as stories, are no longer as the psychotic, Dadaist -collages to which I’ve become accustomed. Humble, linear narratives. +collages to which I've become accustomed. Humble, linear narratives. But what is more important to me? Lucid memories of my childhood or the removal of this block, the lifting of this veil that has descended, that so complicates my machinery? She was unaware of how she appeared, laying prostrate over her desk. Consequently, she was -oblivious to her co-worker’s mounting discomfort. +oblivious to her co-worker's mounting discomfort. -Christopher excused himself and retreated to the men’s room. +Christopher excused himself and retreated to the men's room. He latched the stall. He took down his trousers and began to masturbate furiously into the toilet. His heartbeat rapidly outpaced @@ -3785,41 +3643,39 @@ Presently, a long, slow moan escaped from his lips. It was then that Christopher noticed the presence of a co-worker, seated in the adjacent stall. -"I’m just saying," the co-worker said, and folded his newspaper. +"I'm just saying," the co-worker said, and folded his newspaper. -MY VIOLET DUCHY +MY VIOLET DUCHY tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet -tags: 1967, margaret, tab1, tab2, violet - -Mother fitted Violet’s mask into place, but that did nothing to cap +Mother fitted Violet's mask into place, but that did nothing to cap the jet of words spraying from her face. I hated my sister. -Violet:"All of this leaf stuff is still undecided. It’ll be difficult +Violet:"All of this leaf stuff is still undecided. It'll be difficult to unseat the pressure screen in this household, especially with Dad. -I wouldn’t wager my summer vacation on that contraption. I doubt if -he’ll buy it from you." +I wouldn't wager my summer vacation on that contraption. I doubt if +he'll buy it from you." Thomas:"The thing about this device neither of you seem to understand -is that it’s much more than a simple substitute for the pressure -screen. Just look at it’s features! The interface is remarkable, +is that it's much more than a simple substitute for the pressure +screen. Just look at it's features! The interface is remarkable, even to functional illiterates such as yourselves. See how it -responds so readily to the touch of my finger? I’m certain he’ll be +responds so readily to the touch of my finger? I'm certain he'll be as excited about it as I am." -Mother:"Isn’t this a bit like that old LCD screen you dug out of the -back yard, Thomas? I don’t understand what’s so interesting about it. -It doesn’t even speak. Violet is probably right: your father is not -going to compensate you for this find, I’m afraid..." +Mother:"Isn't this a bit like that old LCD screen you dug out of the +back yard, Thomas? I don't understand what's so interesting about it. +It doesn't even speak. Violet is probably right: your father is not +going to compensate you for this find, I'm afraid..." Thomas:"..." -Violet:"He’s not going to allow it into the house anyway. Are you +Violet:"He's not going to allow it into the house anyway. Are you going to tell him where you found it, or should I? Ouch, Mom, the pin goes into my blouse, not my neck!" -Thomas:"Sure, I’ll tell him. Though I’m not convinced his consent is +Thomas:"Sure, I'll tell him. Though I'm not convinced his consent is even relevant at this point. How is he going to say no when the device could prove indispensable to his work? Classical pressure screens are not going to be interoperable with the new networks. Is @@ -3828,19 +3684,17 @@ values his pre-war skillset?" Mother:"Thomas." -Thomas:"Blame the market. I didn’t invent supply and demand. Finding -this thing in the trash doesn’t make it trash." +Thomas:"Blame the market. I didn't invent supply and demand. Finding +this thing in the trash doesn't make it trash." -Violet:"I have to wonder if there’s any significant purpose to all of -these upgrades. In a few months time there’ll be another new device +Violet:"I have to wonder if there's any significant purpose to all of +these upgrades. In a few months time there'll be another new device to replace this one, and then, in the fall, a new device to replace -that one. Haven’t you discerned a pattern yet, Thomas?" +that one. Haven't you discerned a pattern yet, Thomas?" -Thomas:"I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re on about." +Thomas:"I haven't the slightest idea what you're on about." -SHELL OUT - -tags: 1969, christopher, frankie_willard, tab2 +SHELL OUT tags: 1969, christopher, frankie_willard, tab2 When you lay your shell down on the street, you have to expect that someone is going to come along and pick it up. Frankie considered @@ -3851,8 +3705,8 @@ on the street, such random finds were rare. Now, if only he could figure out what it was supposed to be. -Thomas Bright immediately recognized the shell’s function. He -observed his friend’s actions and contrived to take the object away +Thomas Bright immediately recognized the shell's function. He +observed his friend's actions and contrived to take the object away from him. By force, if necessary. Presently, he asserted himself. @@ -3861,7 +3715,7 @@ Presently, he asserted himself. The fight unspooled quickly, with Thomas shrugging off an abrasion and Frankie doubling over on the pavement, nursing a lacerated fist that -had rolled through a patch of broken glass. Frankie’s attempt at +had rolled through a patch of broken glass. Frankie's attempt at securing a headlock had proven ineffective. Thomas surveyed the battlefield, projecting a wide, mischievous grin @@ -3869,19 +3723,19 @@ from beneath his visor. "What?" asked Frankie. -The display of glistening of teeth had set Frankie’s legs to feeling +The display of glistening of teeth had set Frankie's legs to feeling remarkably naked beneath the hem of his cargo shorts. With all of his extra equipment, Thomas was more resourceful than Frankie had supposed. "How many of my cigarettes would you say you burn through in a week?" Thomas asked, gesturing pointedly and exhaling imaginary smoke into -Frankie’s face. +Frankie's face. -Blocks of light exchanged positions in front of Thomas’ eyes. +Blocks of light exchanged positions in front of Thomas' eyes. Discharges of air escaped through his lips at regular intervals as he -considered how to attach Frankie’s shell to his home feed. It was -imperative to dump the shell’s contents into temporary storage as +considered how to attach Frankie's shell to his home feed. It was +imperative to dump the shell's contents into temporary storage as quickly as possible. By the time Thomas had established connectivity with the mesh, his errant verbalizations had organized themselves into a frivolous melody. @@ -3896,16 +3750,16 @@ music," Chris stated, flatly. "Thanks," said Thomas. -"What’s the point of booting up this device if we can’t connect it to +"What's the point of booting up this device if we can't connect it to our other equipment?" -"I’m appalled by your doubt. As well as your seeming inability to +"I'm appalled by your doubt. As well as your seeming inability to negotiate novel obstacles," Thomas complained. He laid down his tool on the counter and replaced it with another from his toolbox."Please -observe as I perform the necessary operations to bring this device’s +observe as I perform the necessary operations to bring this device's configuration into parity with our extant systems and software." -"But Thomas, this piece of equipment doesn’t conform to open +"But Thomas, this piece of equipment doesn't conform to open standards. Carrying out your plans would be at cross-purposes to our SOP; the greater work of populating our testbeds with only legally unencumbered technologies." @@ -3916,15 +3770,15 @@ utter silence, he let out a whoop and spun around to present the results of his efforts. A holographic image of Thomas flickered into existence, approximately -four inches above the device. The projection aped Thomas’ every word +four inches above the device. The projection aped Thomas' every word and movement, allowing for a slight delay. -"Just because you can modify it doesn’t make it free â•”that is, er, +"Just because you can modify it doesn't make it free ­that is, er, redistributable," Chris tried to quip, but it had come out all wrong, mixed-up, as a wave of dizziness seemed to be interfering with his -verbal faculties."You can’t even sell the thing now." +verbal faculties."You can't even sell the thing now." -"Oh, give me some credit. I don’t plan on selling it. Hand me the +"Oh, give me some credit. I don't plan on selling it. Hand me the smallest forceps." Chris could no longer tell if he was getting dizzy or merely getting @@ -3934,12 +3788,10 @@ confused. Thomas looked up at him, perturbed. -"For the funk of it," he said, and then added,"I’m going to fine you +"For the funk of it," he said, and then added,"I'm going to fine you if you keep asking me these stupid questions." -GENDER SMURF - -tags: 1968, albert_lunsford, bob, piro, tab1 +GENDER SMURF tags: 1968, albert_lunsford, bob, piro, tab1 "You fucking faggot!" my co-worker cried as he leaped out of his pick-up truck and clapped me on the ear. @@ -3947,123 +3799,86 @@ pick-up truck and clapped me on the ear. I placed my satchel on the picnic table and opened it. We got to work immediately. -"There’s no point in shutting down the whole group," Piro pointed out. +"There's no point in shutting down the whole group," Piro pointed out. -"Oh, you’re absolutely right," I said."I think we can accomplish more +"Oh, you're absolutely right," I said."I think we can accomplish more by poisoning the well." Piro had the black box up and running. Every message posted to the Albert Lunsford group would flow through our illicit kernel module -before it even reached the group’s database. In this way, we would +before it even reached the group's database. In this way, we would tamper with reality. -"I used your wife’s name for one of my fake logins," Piro remarked. +"I used your wife's name for one of my fake logins," Piro remarked. I popped him in the arm. "Hey, it was easy to remember." -"Just keep your story straight when you’re posting. There aren’t many +"Just keep your story straight when you're posting. There aren't many females active on the group; these guys will notice if you get your continuity out of whack." I pulled up a sample message. -Date: Sun, 05 Oct 1968 04:44:16 -0000 - -To: albert.lunsford@groups.thegreen - -Message-ID: - -In-Reply-To: - -User-Agent: THEGREEN-EW/0.82 - -MIME-Version: 1.0 - -Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" - -Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable - -From:"no_such_name" - - - -Subject: Fifteen Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else -You’re a Feminist - -Fifteen Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else You’re a -Feminist - -1. People are inherently good, and therefore communism doesn’t work -because it postulates that human nature is trustworthy. Similarly, a -democratic-republic such as the United States and Territories is -superior to communism because it pits people’s interests against one -another in a system of checks and balances, rather than trusting that -humans will, of their own accord, make the right choices. Also, -because people are inherently good, ninety-eight out of every one -hundred of them end up in Hell. - -2. Women are less equal than men as human beings and therefore should -never have been given the right to vote. However, since women have -already been given the right to vote, it is a good idea to let them -keep it, even though they are messing up the whole world with their -bad choices. - -3. Women are clinically insane because psychiatry is bogus medicine, -therefore Albert Lunsford is not insane because he has not been -diagnosed as such by a psychiatrist. - -4. Only liberal feminists would consider a six-year-old boy to be -eligible for political asylum, therefore those who don’t consider a -six-year-old boy eligible for political asylum are liberal feminists. - -5. Most illness is a result of demonic possession. - -6. Conspiracies in government are unlikely, if not impossible, -because the government is so large as to make keeping a secret -impossible, and because government employees make less money than -private employees. - -7. No Republican would ever accuse a public official of murder or -other atrocities, because to do so would be disloyal to their country, -and because public officials make less money than private employees. - -8. A fiscal conservative is still a liberal if they do not believe in -God, therefore a theist who believes in extorting tax dollars at -gunpoint is a conservative. - -9. The impending completion of Lunsford’s twenty-six year graphic -novel project triggered a natural disaster that killed thousands of -people, therefore keeping the storyline in print is absolutely -necessary to fulfilling God’s will. - -10. The Dead Sea Scrolls contain a word-perfect copy of the Old -Testament in its entirety, therefore the other texts bundled with it -are of negligible value, and the 1591 King James Bible is the inerrant -Word of God even though different copies of the same text varied due -to the nature of printing technology in 1591. - -11. Albert Lunsford is the first person in the history of mankind to -have unlocked the true meaning of the Old Testament, the New Testament -and the Koran, and therefore he is not a Prophet. - -12. RFC #289/290 represents a Unified Field Theory of physics which -is not only coherent, but correct, all without reference to -mathematics. This theory is not given the credit it is due because -comic book fans are afraid to admit that Albert Lunsford is right -about everything on this list. - -13. RFC itself is not given the credit it is due in the comics -industry because comic book fans are afraid to admit that Albert -Lunsford is right about everything on this list. - -14. Failure to agree with anything in the above list is evidence that -you are a Marxist/Feminist/Homosexualist, and therefore not Albert -Lunsford, and therefore wrong. - -15. Albert Lunsford’s new comic book project will fail because his -comic book readership is comprised solely of +Date: Sun, 05 Oct 1968 04:44:16 -0000 To: +albert.lunsford@groups.thegreen Message-ID: + In-Reply-To: + User-Agent: THEGREEN-EW/0.82 +MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1" +Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable From:"no_such_name" + Subject: Fifteen Impossible Things +to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else You're a Feminist Fifteen +Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast Or Else You're a +Feminist 1. People are inherently good, and therefore communism +doesn't work because it postulates that human nature is trustworthy. +Similarly, a democratic-republic such as the United States and +Territories is superior to communism because it pits people's +interests against one another in a system of checks and balances, +rather than trusting that humans will, of their own accord, make the +right choices. Also, because people are inherently good, ninety-eight +out of every one hundred of them end up in Hell. 2. Women are less +equal than men as human beings and therefore should never have been +given the right to vote. However, since women have already been given +the right to vote, it is a good idea to let them keep it, even though +they are messing up the whole world with their bad choices. 3. Women +are clinically insane because psychiatry is bogus medicine, therefore +Albert Lunsford is not insane because he has not been diagnosed as +such by a psychiatrist. 4. Only liberal feminists would consider a +six-year-old boy to be eligible for political asylum, therefore those +who don't consider a six-year-old boy eligible for political asylum +are liberal feminists. 5. Most illness is a result of demonic +possession. 6. Conspiracies in government are unlikely, if not +impossible, because the government is so large as to make keeping a +secret impossible, and because government employees make less money +than private employees. 7. No Republican would ever accuse a public +official of murder or other atrocities, because to do so would be +disloyal to their country, and because public officials make less +money than private employees. 8. A fiscal conservative is still a +liberal if they do not believe in God, therefore a theist who believes +in extorting tax dollars at gunpoint is a conservative. 9. The +impending completion of Lunsford's twenty-six year graphic novel +project triggered a natural disaster that killed thousands of people, +therefore keeping the storyline in print is absolutely necessary to +fulfilling God's will. 10. The Dead Sea Scrolls contain a +word-perfect copy of the Old Testament in its entirety, therefore the +other texts bundled with it are of negligible value, and the 1591 King +James Bible is the inerrant Word of God even though different copies +of the same text varied due to the nature of printing technology in +1591. 11. Albert Lunsford is the first person in the history of +mankind to have unlocked the true meaning of the Old Testament, the +New Testament and the Koran, and therefore he is not a Prophet. 12. +RFC #289/290 represents a Unified Field Theory of physics which is not +only coherent, but correct, all without reference to mathematics. +This theory is not given the credit it is due because comic book fans +are afraid to admit that Albert Lunsford is right about everything on +this list. 13. RFC itself is not given the credit it is due in the +comics industry because comic book fans are afraid to admit that +Albert Lunsford is right about everything on this list. 14. Failure +to agree with anything in the above list is evidence that you are a +Marxist/Feminist/Homosexualist, and therefore not Albert Lunsford, and +therefore wrong. 15. Albert Lunsford's new comic book project will +fail because his comic book readership is comprised solely of Marxist/Feminist/Homosexualists, therefore it makes perfect sense to dispatch agitators who are known to be hostile to Marxism/Feminism/Homosexualism to the four corners of the Green to @@ -4071,68 +3886,30 @@ promote it. I had to laugh. These guys really took this stuff seriously. -Our objective was to subtly disrupt Lunsford’s operations. The group +Our objective was to subtly disrupt Lunsford's operations. The group was extremely high traffic, so the black box only had to be active for a few minutes before our efforts started to bear fruit. I grabbed another fragment to check on our progress. ->>>-- In albert.lunsford@groups.green,"juan_whatever" - ->> wrote: - ->>> - ->>> Did the text appear kinda messed up on"part two" on other’s - ->>> pressure screens -or just mine? Gargamel? - +>>>-- In albert.lunsford@groups.green,"juan_whatever" >> + wrote: >>> >>> Did the text appear kinda messed up +on"part two" on other's >>> pressure screens -or just mine? Gargamel? >>> Anyway, this is a pretty big deal as we continue to get insight -from - ->>> the ground floor of what will probably become the world’s dominant - ->>> religion some time in the future -oh, you know it’ll happen:) - ->> - ->> - ->> On Sun, Oct 5, 1968 at 9:48 AM, Sam wrote: - ->> - ->> You might have been kidding about this, juan, but it did occur to - ->> me. Wouldn’t put it past Gargamel or Satan to make Albert’s text -harder - ->> to read. - ->> - ->> I had to pull the text into a editor and get rid of all the - ->> superfluous characters that were making the text unreadable. Few - ->> people would probably do that, achieving Gargamel’s end nicely. -She/He/It - ->> would be invested in *not* having people read the Bible, Torah, and - ->> Koran and think about them deeply. - ->> - ->> Not sure if there’s an easier way to add the text without all the - ->> extra characters, Klaus, but more people will read the the text if - ->> they don’t have to work so hard at it. I can make offline -suggestions - ->> on how to do that if it will help. - ->>>> Sam Slammerhaus +from >>> the ground floor of what will probably become the world's +dominant >>> religion some time in the future -oh, you know it'll +happen:) >> >> >> On Sun, Oct 5, 1968 at 9:48 AM, Sam +wrote: >> >> You might have been kidding about this, juan, but it did +occur to >> me. Wouldn't put it past Gargamel or Satan to make +Albert's text harder >> to read. >> >> I had to pull the text into a +editor and get rid of all the >> superfluous characters that were +making the text unreadable. Few >> people would probably do that, +achieving Gargamel's end nicely. She/He/It >> would be invested in +*not* having people read the Bible, Torah, and >> Koran and think +about them deeply. >> >> Not sure if there's an easier way to add the +text without all the >> extra characters, Klaus, but more people will +read the the text if >> they don't have to work so hard at it. I can +make offline suggestions >> on how to do that if it will help. >>>> +Sam Slammerhaus Perfect. The modules were functioning as designed. Even simply futzing the formatting on a random selection of messages could spin @@ -4150,22 +3927,22 @@ offered. Piro quietly nursed his beer. -"I just hope these guys don’t fly completely off the handle. Their +"I just hope these guys don't fly completely off the handle. Their tactics are entirely unpredictable." "Truth," I said. We fell into silence for a few moments, each of us contemplating the notion of blue-skinned rioters storming the public schools, smurfing -their way into the girl’s restrooms. +their way into the girl's restrooms. "I have to admit I find their sexual practices disgusting," Piro said at last. -"Hey, you’ll get no argument from me. But so long as they remain in -their hovels they’re not doing anything illegal." +"Hey, you'll get no argument from me. But so long as they remain in +their hovels they're not doing anything illegal." -"The whole reason we’re involved with this mess is precisely because +"The whole reason we're involved with this mess is precisely because they do sometimes leave their hovels." The discussion usually tended in this direction. I set them up and my @@ -4173,9 +3950,9 @@ partner knocked them down. Point to Piro. "I suppose there is a fear that their culture will spread, put down roots in the urban centers. No one really cares about a local cult, -but now that they’re making inroads in the national media..." +but now that they're making inroads in the national media..." -"I’ll say it again: disgusting," Piro repeated. +"I'll say it again: disgusting," Piro repeated. A Gender Smurf entered the room and made a beeline for the bar. He sat himself down on a stool right next to Piro. @@ -4183,82 +3960,79 @@ sat himself down on a stool right next to Piro. "You guys ever thought of going blue?" he asked, by way of introduction. -I clutched Piro’s shoulder as he reached for his sidearm."Don’t you +I clutched Piro's shoulder as he reached for his sidearm."Don't you people know Peyo was a Satanist!" he spat out, struggling against my grip. -"We’re not interested," I said, intensifying my stare to indicate we +"We're not interested," I said, intensifying my stare to indicate we would brook no further discussion. We got up to leave. Three hours later Piro was still arguing with Bob, the Gender Smurf. -"What’s the big deal? Blue skin is as healthy and safe as bare -hands... Tell me, how would ’flesh color’ have protected that -gentleman over there or anyone else from ’runaway shopping carts’ or -the other so-called ’dangers’ you’ve enumerated? Well-adjusted, blue -skin can actually withstand quite hazardous environments... It’s +"What's the big deal? Blue skin is as healthy and safe as bare +hands... Tell me, how would'flesh color' have protected that +gentleman over there or anyone else from'runaway shopping carts' or +the other so-called'dangers' you've enumerated? Well-adjusted, blue +skin can actually withstand quite hazardous environments... It's amazing how paranoid most people are here in North America. You -should try going blue outside sometime, it feels great and it’s -nowhere nearly as dangerous as most people seem to assume. I’ve been +should try going blue outside sometime, it feels great and it's +nowhere nearly as dangerous as most people seem to assume. I've been doing it for nearly fifteen years, up in Canada, and my skin is in -great shape. I’m healthy as a horse. Open your minds, gentlemen!" +great shape. I'm healthy as a horse. Open your minds, gentlemen!" "What about SPF," Piro asked, resigned to his fate as the lone voice of reason in the discussion. I refused to participate. "This calls for a two-part argument," said Bob."One: One more reason -I’m really glad I don’t live in the U.S.â•”I’d really hate for others -to be telling me what color I can and can’t be when I’m spending my -money at their store. So much for ’The Land Of The Free.’ The ’No -Blues’ policy does not have anything to do with health protection or -laws. It is a double standard created by corporations to enforce -dress codes; designed only to create a business ’image.’ -Unfortunately, that kind of stupid mentality is getting contagious up -in Canada." +I'm really glad I don't live in the U.S.­I'd really hate for others to +be telling me what color I can and can't be when I'm spending my money +at their store. So much for'The Land Of The Free.' The'No Blues' +policy does not have anything to do with health protection or laws. +It is a double standard created by corporations to enforce dress +codes; designed only to create a business'image.' Unfortunately, that +kind of stupid mentality is getting contagious up in Canada." Bob indicated the placement of quotation marks with his fingers. When no one objected to his first point, he continued. -"Two: Again, I don’t understand how people think flimsy, flesh colored +"Two: Again, I don't understand how people think flimsy, flesh colored skin (which seems to be totally okay at most places of business, all -over) can protect them from any of the ’horrible’ things they could +over) can protect them from any of the'horrible' things they could catch or the usual hazards on the streets. In fact, some of the so-called normal shoes people wear (platform shoes, pointy, etc.) pose -a greater threat to someone’s health than actually walking around +a greater threat to someone's health than actually walking around outdoors with blue skin! For more information on how going blue is not only okay but is also good for you, please surf to: -groups.thegreen/albert.lunsfordâ•”A U.S. based organization of people +groups.thegreen/albert.lunsford­A U.S. based organization of people who go blue as a lifestyle choice." Finally, I had to but in. -"We don’t. Spamming. Care." +"We don't. Spamming. Care." -Piro insisted on paying for Bob’s drinks. I told him to take it out -of petty cashâ•”I wasn’t going to try and justify this on my expense +Piro insisted on paying for Bob's drinks. I told him to take it out +of petty cash­I wasn't going to try and justify this on my expense sheet. He made the necessary preparations and transmitted payment. "Do you see now why I discourage talking with these people," I asked, punching Piro in the back. -"I’m not sure how to explain my objection to your attitude," Piro -said."It’s not precisely that you’re a racist, because these people -are not born blue. It’s not really intolerance of their religion, +"I'm not sure how to explain my objection to your attitude," Piro +said."It's not precisely that you're a racist, because these people +are not born blue. It's not really intolerance of their religion, because, aside from their blue skin, white hats, and the fact that they have sex with each other while wearing them, these people are not fundamentally different from you or me." I gave him a look. -"I’m just saying, there’s no reason not to treat them like human +"I'm just saying, there's no reason not to treat them like human beings." -"Sure there is," I said."It’s our job." +"Sure there is," I said."It's our job." -DISSIPATION - -tags: 1963, plinth_mold, saito +DISSIPATION tags: 1963, plinth_mold, saito Click, click, click. Twelve cubes of light, each flipping past the other, rotating into the slot left vacant by its predecessor. The @@ -4271,7 +4045,7 @@ the procession of their focus. But what are the effects, he wonders, if the patient identifies his therapeutic parlor trick and susses out the mechanism? What happens -when the patient’s conscious mind tracks the incoming data with +when the patient's conscious mind tracks the incoming data with greater precision than the machinery? Click, click, click. Saito leans forward. Perhaps this particular arrangement of cubes is novel. He presses a button, freezing the arrangement in memory. To be @@ -4283,10 +4057,9 @@ so powerless to alter the degree and substance of his own compulsive addictions. Contemplating this, Saito produces a pocket lighter from his coat and sears the flesh of his right hand. He stifles a primal yelp, burying his shame in his handkerchief (not only the shame, but -the evidenceâ•”self-immolation is an offense not only against the -state, but against Saito’s ancestors, for historical reasons peculiar -to his family). He then re-calibrates his equipment for the next -patient. +the evidence­self-immolation is an offense not only against the state, +but against Saito's ancestors, for historical reasons peculiar to his +family). He then re-calibrates his equipment for the next patient. The work he is carrying out could revolutionize treatment of numerous conditions, given the eventual push into mass production. For @@ -4299,7 +4072,7 @@ coat, feeling his sweat cool against the skin of his wrists. If anyone has seen him burning himself, it could result in the loss of his job. -But of what use is a job, at this point in his life? They’ve made his +But of what use is a job, at this point in his life? They've made his impossible. He has been forced to accept a number of compromises that limit the @@ -4314,7 +4087,7 @@ kami slinking up to the ceiling, dispersing across its surface, crawling in several directions at once towards the duct work and vents. -A knockâ•”an abrupt punctuation to his thoughtsâ•”and the door swings +A knock­an abrupt punctuation to his thoughts­and the door swings open, pulling his kami back down to the floor. So, they had seen him after all. He knows now that the charade is concluded. His work is finished. @@ -4322,7 +4095,7 @@ finished. As a result of his actions his patients will suffer. But then, patients are always suffering. -With his expulsion, Saito’s role in the project will be expunged. +With his expulsion, Saito's role in the project will be expunged. Because his research is considered a state secret, there will be no one to complain on his behalf. His data will be reclaimed and filtered for an executive summary. And then, he suspects, quietly @@ -4341,12 +4114,10 @@ Saito flinches as the door swings inward. Into the room bounds Plinth Mold, flanked by two of his most trusted attorneys. -"Relax, Saito," says Plinth."Let’s talk patents. I’m interested in -what you’ve been working on up here, all these years." +"Relax, Saito," says Plinth."Let's talk patents. I'm interested in +what you've been working on up here, all these years." -DUCHESS OF MASKS - -tags: 1993, saito, violet +DUCHESS OF MASKS tags: 1993, saito, violet What I hold in my left hand is different from what I hold in my right. What is on my face is different still. I have so many choices of how @@ -4376,43 +4147,36 @@ Would that I were here when it happened, all those years ago. Would that you had listened. -CALL, WAITING +CALL, WAITING tags: 1977, eva, tab2 -tags: 1977, eva, tab2 - -The whole side of the building is green. I see I’ve come all the way +The whole side of the building is green. I see I've come all the way out here again for nothing. -I’m slow packing up my gear. The day has already evaporated around +I'm slow packing up my gear. The day has already evaporated around me. Might as well soak the trip for billable hours. -This happens every week. I’ve yet to be given the go ahead on an -operationâ•”at all, actually. The work is easy, but dragging out my -gear just to sit here in the dark is humiliating. If I didn’t need +This happens every week. I've yet to be given the go ahead on an +operation­at all, actually. The work is easy, but dragging out my +gear just to sit here in the dark is humiliating. If I didn't need the money I would withdraw my registration. The sun has not quite vanished. There are still a smattering of locals out and about on the street. I decide to finish my report -here, while I’m still on the scene. I finger the leaf out of my coat +here, while I'm still on the scene. I finger the leaf out of my coat pocket and expand its display. As soon as I light the screen, four messages appear, each edging its neighbor out of the way in accordance with an algorithm deemed intuitive by emotionally bereft software engineers. Presently, desktop real estate on the hand-held is at a premium. -All of the messages are from Eva. +All of the messages are from Eva. Message 1: 16:01 Are you coming in +to work today?:) Message 2: 16:03 I know you're in there, I can see +the light from your leaf reflecting in the mirror and peeking out of +the curtains. Should I send over a a tray of makizushi, or just keep +it to myself? Message 3: 16:07 FINE THEN! I'M GOING ON BREAK. +Message 4: 16:16 Why won't you talk to me? -Message 1: 16:01 Are you coming in to work today?:) - -Message 2: 16:03 I know you’re in there, I can see the light from your -leaf reflecting in the mirror and peeking out of the curtains. Should -I send over a a tray of makizushi, or just keep it to myself? - -Message 3: 16:07 FINE THEN! I’M GOING ON BREAK. - -Message 4: 16:16 Why won’t you talk to me? - -There are numerous relevant answers to her question, but I’m not about +There are numerous relevant answers to her question, but I'm not about to entangle myself in a discussion. I close all four message windows with an index finger and bring up the report template. Light from the window continues to leak into my room, coaxing abstract reflections @@ -4421,53 +4185,50 @@ its ability to read the screen of my leaf. I end up leaving the visor off, missing out on a lot of calculating I could be doing while I pretend to work. -There is a sound I don’t like, out in the hallway, and suddenly I’ve +There is a sound I don't like, out in the hallway, and suddenly I've got my pistol out, working my finger into its trigger guard and inserting a clip of ammunition. After a few moments I put the firearm -back in my bag. It was only the landlady’s cat. +back in my bag. It was only the landlady's cat. So. -On to my report. - -19:04 NOTHING HAS HAPPENED AGAIN. I RECEIVED THE ALL-CLEAR SIGNAL AT -19:00 PER THE SCHEDULE AND SO RETURNED ALL INSTRUMENTATION TO ITS -STORAGE CASE AND SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMITTER. SIGNING OFF TO RETURN TO -THE REAL WORLD. EOF. +On to my report. 19:04 NOTHING HAS HAPPENED AGAIN. I RECEIVED THE +ALL-CLEAR SIGNAL AT 19:00 PER THE SCHEDULE AND SO RETURNED ALL +INSTRUMENTATION TO ITS STORAGE CASE AND SHUT DOWN THE TRANSMITTER. +SIGNING OFF TO RETURN TO THE REAL WORLD. EOF. I encrypt the message with my thumb and send it on its way. -As I’m gathering my things, my mind wanders to my fellow agents, +As I'm gathering my things, my mind wanders to my fellow agents, spread out across diverse countries and kingdoms, who must also have been called out and then sent back home without seeing any action. I wonder about their frustrations with the tedious ins and outs of the -business. Surely we’d have a lot in common. Not that we’ll ever +business. Surely we'd have a lot in common. Not that we'll ever meet. -I’m not long in dusting the chair and table. I wrap my shirt around -my hand, then lightly grip the doorknob and vacate before I’m noticed. +I'm not long in dusting the chair and table. I wrap my shirt around +my hand, then lightly grip the doorknob and vacate before I'm noticed. My visor tells me the landlady is rounding the corner, two blocks away, returning home with a bag full of groceries. I follow the path my visor has illuminated until I reach a public transport, which it flags as off-limits. Instead, I hop into a taxi. -By the time I arrive at home I’ve decided against more studying. I +By the time I arrive at home I've decided against more studying. I pull up a telescreen window and lean back in my bed, trying to get -some rest. I wonder who we did decide to blow up today. I’m always -kept close to potential action scenes, even if I’m never actually -ordered to intervene. It’s probably the same with all of us. +some rest. I wonder who we did decide to blow up today. I'm always +kept close to potential action scenes, even if I'm never actually +ordered to intervene. It's probably the same with all of us. I fall asleep just as the answer to my query hits the scroll. A group of wailing women are brought up on screen to provide visual context -for the hour’s headline story. +for the hour's headline story. -My visor flags the clip for my attention, but I don’t remember what -happens next. It’s unlikely I’ll remember to review this in the +My visor flags the clip for my attention, but I don't remember what +happens next. It's unlikely I'll remember to review this in the morning. -TRY MY PRODUCT - -tags: 1979, coca_cola, do_wuh, motherfucker, perpetrator +TRY MY PRODUCT tags: 1979, coca_cola, do_wuh, motherfucker, +perpetrator The airbrushed cover was decidedly inferior to what Motherfucker had seen before, attached to other printings of the same book. It was @@ -4478,28 +4239,28 @@ tradition and by law, to study it. Transparent ableism. This kind of self-aggrandizing marketing disgusted him. Gazing upon its cover, it was hard for Motherfucker to take the book seriously. -"Well, don’t just sit there, all slack-jawed, however arresting that -dust jacket might be... Open the blessed book and let’s get started." +"Well, don't just sit there, all slack-jawed, however arresting that +dust jacket might be... Open the blessed book and let's get started." Perpetrator adopted an instructional tone, as if to communicate that -Motherfucker’s own study habits were somehow deficient, would somehow +Motherfucker's own study habits were somehow deficient, would somehow land him in hot water. He was always prepared to dispense advice to his lessers. In this case, the advice involved the interpretation of the Bible, and the careful application of those interpretations to the logical conundrums that permeated modern life. Perpetrator was only a couple of months older than Motherfucker. He was a total spamhole. -"That’s not what the book says at all," complained Motherfucker. +"That's not what the book says at all," complained Motherfucker. -Perpetrator indicated the text with his finger."You’re wrong. It’s +Perpetrator indicated the text with his finger."You're wrong. It's right there on the page in front of you. Just look at the words." "Yes, my eyes were directed at this material during the process of forming my initial assessment," sighed Motherfucker. -"Well, one couldn’t tell from hearing you recite it." +"Well, one couldn't tell from hearing you recite it." -The pages dissolved into one another. Motherfucker couldn’t sustain +The pages dissolved into one another. Motherfucker couldn't sustain his focus. He wondered briefly why the long lists of telephone numbers that comprised this part of the Scriptures featured variable font sizes, brilliant piping and color illustrations. Why all the @@ -4514,15 +4275,15 @@ to question every last detail, when it comes to our studies? Not everything is a conspiracy!" Motherfucker sighed again."It all just seems so arbitrary. Like -they’ve gone and copied pages out of an old telephone directory and +they've gone and copied pages out of an old telephone directory and called it Scripture." "Naturally that is what it seems like, Motherfucker, for that is -precisely what they’ve done." +precisely what they've done." "..." -"What," asked Perpetrator, finally and honestly befuddled."You didn’t +"What," asked Perpetrator, finally and honestly befuddled."You didn't know?" "What do you mean what?" asked Motherfucker."Why did they copy pages @@ -4541,14 +4302,14 @@ of the data. It renders the information discernible at a glance." "Still you do not comprehend." -"No, I’m afraid I don’t." +"No, I'm afraid I don't." Perpetrator stalled for several seconds, allowing time for the the new -concepts to sink into Motherfucker’s mind. +concepts to sink into Motherfucker's mind. Minutes passed. -"Wait. Oh. Now I see," claimed Motherfucker."They’re not so old as to +"Wait. Oh. Now I see," claimed Motherfucker."They're not so old as to be presented as text-only, like the original Scriptures. These pages contain source code and meta data." @@ -4556,17 +4317,17 @@ contain source code and meta data." "I guess that makes sense." -"Good, Motherfucker," said Perpetrator."Now we’re making progress!" +"Good, Motherfucker," said Perpetrator."Now we're making progress!" But Motherfucker still seemed to be confused. -"We’ve wasted enough time on the display elements. Please return to +"We've wasted enough time on the display elements. Please return to the previous chapter and read aloud." -"Son of a bitch. You know I’m not comfortable reading aloud." +"Son of a bitch. You know I'm not comfortable reading aloud." "Okay then, I will read aloud to you," resolved Perpetrator, training -his standard, disdainful stare into the pupils of Motherfucker’s eyes. +his standard, disdainful stare into the pupils of Motherfucker's eyes. Throat cleared, he began. @@ -4581,12 +4342,12 @@ phenomena... "Yeah, right," said Motherfucker. -"What, you don’t believe him? Here, what do the footnotes say?" +"What, you don't believe him? Here, what do the footnotes say?" From this proposition it will follow, when arithmetical addition has been defined, that 1 + 1 = 2. -"It also says that the text in question wasn’t always a part of this +"It also says that the text in question wasn't always a part of this chapter," finished Motherfucker. "Honestly! And what year was this edition sourced?" @@ -4607,14 +4368,14 @@ visibly when at last he came fully into view. "Do Wuh." -"Motherfucker, put that book down and let’s go outside and play." +"Motherfucker, put that book down and let's go outside and play." "Do Wuh." Perpetrator spoke the name more stiffly this time, as if it were an accusation rather than an identity. His face contorted menacingly, seeming very serious indeed. -"Shut up, Perp," cracked Do Wuh."Motherfucker, seriously, I’m sick of -this spam. Why don’t you come outside with the rest of us." +"Shut up, Perp," cracked Do Wuh."Motherfucker, seriously, I'm sick of +this spam. Why don't you come outside with the rest of us." "Oh, but to journey through the out of doors," lamented Motherfucker, glancing woefully at Perpetrator."Perhaps we should take the book @@ -4623,7 +4384,7 @@ necessary." A delicious pause. -"That’s a good idea," nodded Perpetrator, his incessant, condescending +"That's a good idea," nodded Perpetrator, his incessant, condescending glare now softening, owing to the fact that he was outnumbered. In spite of the rigid persona he projected, he knew when an argument was a lost cause. Besides, it was more likely that the others would @@ -4635,7 +4396,7 @@ here playing with that book all the time." "Unlikely," remarked Perpetrator. -"Actually, that’s a myth," offered Motherfucker. +"Actually, that's a myth," offered Motherfucker. Do Wuh slammed the door on his way out. @@ -4647,10 +4408,10 @@ to comment on their slovenly appearance. "Shut up, Perp," said Coca Cola. -"Okay, there’s five of us here and we only need four. Perp, you’re +"Okay, there's five of us here and we only need four. Perp, you're out." -"I didn’t want to play in the first place!" +"I didn't want to play in the first place!" "Then everybody wins," said Coca Cola, laughing. @@ -4658,26 +4419,24 @@ Perpetrator sat down with his book and began to leaf through its pages, focusing intently on the text. He de-fogged his glasses with the corner of his shirt and chewed his fingernail as he read. -"Spam them all. I’m studying!" he thought. +"Spam them all. I'm studying!" he thought. -"Indeed," replied a voice that wasn’t there. +"Indeed," replied a voice that wasn't there. -Perpetrator’s eyes grew large as the gold Daytons on his father’s +Perpetrator's eyes grew large as the gold Daytons on his father's Impala. "Intriguing," he thought to himself, and continued with his reading of the Scriptures. -OLD MOLD +OLD MOLD tags: 1861, haus_mold -tags: 1861, haus_mold - -By the winter of 1861 I hadn’t seen another human being in six years. -My gun had rusted, but that didn’t much matter as for the majority of +By the winter of 1861 I hadn't seen another human being in six years. +My gun had rusted, but that didn't much matter as for the majority of my time on the mountain I had been completely snowed in. -My graph hadn’t perturbed itself in months. I thought it might have -simply shut itself down, protesting inactivity. I couldn’t muster the +My graph hadn't perturbed itself in months. I thought it might have +simply shut itself down, protesting inactivity. I couldn't muster the interest to scan its core for flaws. I considered cannibalizing it for parts. @@ -4703,7 +4462,7 @@ off asphyxiation. I prepared myself for unwanted conversation. The strangers were polite. Dug out the front step. Offered me -provisions when they noticed I didn’t even have a stove for cooking. +provisions when they noticed I didn't even have a stove for cooking. I distracted them with talk of the astronomical data I had been collecting. The younger fellow was able to follow along to some extent, but both seemed lacking in the fundamentals so I let the @@ -4730,7 +4489,7 @@ old court building, the whores were now wearing shoes. No one seemed to recognize me. I bartered the two oldest horses for a new rifle, a flint and a sewing -needle. I wouldn’t need food. I made love to a whore in order to +needle. I wouldn't need food. I made love to a whore in order to blend in with the other drifters; it was frowned upon by the constabulary to leave town without first engaging the local labor pool. Civilization and tradition had conspired to keep me within city @@ -4740,15 +4499,15 @@ I fell asleep without replacing my eye patch. When I woke up, it was gone. -"’Haus Mold,’" laughed the hotel manager, reading from my card."Your -name’s a joke, right?" +"'Haus Mold,'" laughed the hotel manager, reading from my card."Your +name's a joke, right?" -"It’s an Indian name," I said. +"It's an Indian name," I said. My bad eye focused on him and I assumed he must have caught a glimpse of the internal mechanism because he started when it whirred to life. -"Right. You’re an injun." He gestured sarcastically as if he were +"Right. You're an injun." He gestured sarcastically as if he were jerking off. I glanced over at his daughter. The whore I had bedded. He noticed @@ -4768,7 +4527,7 @@ impacted eye socket. I noted that we had both contrived to lose the same eye. I turned and raised my new rifle, returned fire. It was no surprise -to me who I’d killed. +to me who I'd killed. "Fair fight!" some idiot exclaimed. @@ -4779,9 +4538,7 @@ beside my horse. The snow eventually gave way to desert. -FAST - -tags: 4086, albert_lunsford, piro, shit_mold +FAST tags: 4086, albert_lunsford, piro, shit_mold There are folded bits of me coming off. The heated stress in the room has peeled back the edges of my face and I think that the human glue @@ -4792,23 +4549,23 @@ the outer door of my compartment. In four minutes, I will sleep. Well, no. -The stacks of leaves are cleared. I’ve fought off the last bits of +The stacks of leaves are cleared. I've fought off the last bits of synthetic sick from the foodstuffs in the office pantry. But the -vending machines haven’t been refilled in almost a month, and the food -ports back up when there isn’t anyone around to place orders. I’m in -the same boat in my quartersâ•”I try to stay on the button and make -due with what I can coax from the machines (I’m always working), but -it’s hard to keep myself awake when I’m always so hungry. +vending machines haven't been refilled in almost a month, and the food +ports back up when there isn't anyone around to place orders. I'm in +the same boat in my quarters­I try to stay on the button and make due +with what I can coax from the machines (I'm always working), but it's +hard to keep myself awake when I'm always so hungry. The last of the leaves put away, I can now turn down my screens and -cover my seat for the morning decontamination cycle. It seems I’ve +cover my seat for the morning decontamination cycle. It seems I've missed one; a straggler. The little leaf confronts me, cross to have been overlooked. I find it hunkered down, nearly collapsed into a pile of itself, casting an agitated shadow on the carpet. Its facing edge wavers in and out of focus in the reduced lighting. I regard it blankly and then crush it with my heel. -Next: The King’s quarters, which must also be purged of filth. +Next: The King's quarters, which must also be purged of filth. I pull up an icon of Albert Lunsford and meditate on the seventh book of volume four. Walking On The Moon. @@ -4817,48 +4574,46 @@ It is Ramadan, and everyone is gone. The station turns. -SELECTION - -tags: 2179, massive_fictions, rimbaud, stanley +SELECTION tags: 2179, massive_fictions, rimbaud, stanley All of this was not going to work for him anymore. It was coming down -around his ankles. His output had exceeded his company’s resources, +around his ankles. His output had exceeded his company's resources, and his private prospects were taking a nosedive as well. He could hardly pay himself to write. Without that weekly stipend from MASSIVE -FICTIONS, he wasn’t going to make rent on the storage facility for his +FICTIONS, he wasn't going to make rent on the storage facility for his collections. One unwelcome change blurred into another, and in short order, the accumulated results were overwhelming to contemplate. Rimbaud passed Stanley on the fifty-fourth floor and tipped his hat. -Stanley was probably off to tinker with more of hisâ•”what had he -called themâ•” martial simulations. What a thought; larping about as -if to train for war. But, this was Stanley, and, after all, this was -one of Stanley’s interests. No harm was being done, in any case. +Stanley was probably off to tinker with more of his­what had he called +them­ martial simulations. What a thought; larping about as if to +train for war. But, this was Stanley, and, after all, this was one of +Stanley's interests. No harm was being done, in any case. As he navigated the spiraling path, the requisite plying of a new -editor at some other ragâ•”what other rags were even leftâ•”was very -much on his mind. A crease formed across his forehead as he alit -gently on the elevator, negotiating the physical geometry with his -body whilst simultaneously evaluating potential budget configurations -in his mind. Duality. Synchronous operation. He watched the -frothing crowd of his countrymen, churning to and fro along the -pathways below. They resembled nothing so much as beer suds sloshing -in a bed of potting soil. And it was a very long way down. -Petalsâ•”floorsâ•”whipped by silently, causing the sun to blink, -languidly, somewhere near the horizon. +editor at some other rag­what other rags were even left­was very much +on his mind. A crease formed across his forehead as he alit gently on +the elevator, negotiating the physical geometry with his body whilst +simultaneously evaluating potential budget configurations in his mind. +Duality. Synchronous operation. He watched the frothing crowd of his +countrymen, churning to and fro along the pathways below. They +resembled nothing so much as beer suds sloshing in a bed of potting +soil. And it was a very long way down. Petals­floors­whipped by +silently, causing the sun to blink, languidly, somewhere near the +horizon. Rimbaud stood amongst his fellow salarymen and mused that, self-evidently, the architecture of their day would have to be considered superior to that of any previous era. From his studies he recalled that, in centuries past, forays had been made into evolving wholly organic super-structures, but that it had taken the better part -of a four hundred yearsâ•”bringing the public state-of-the-art almost -up to date with that of his own great-grandfather’s famous, -proprietary workâ•”before emergent plant mimicry was fully integrated -into the mainstream of public works. While it was true that most -citizen hovelsâ•”even todayâ•”evinced the brute angles and sharp -corners characteristic of the twentieth century’s most prolific -architects (perhaps out of some sense of fealty to tradition, since, +of a four hundred years­bringing the public state-of-the-art almost up +to date with that of his own great-grandfather's famous, proprietary +work­before emergent plant mimicry was fully integrated into the +mainstream of public works. While it was true that most citizen +hovels­even today­evinced the brute angles and sharp corners +characteristic of the twentieth century's most prolific architects +(perhaps out of some sense of fealty to tradition, since, structurally, such arbitrary designs were no longer strictly necessary), in his own lifetime he had witnessed the marvelous transformation of municipal buildings from great, lumbering and @@ -4892,7 +4647,7 @@ liking. He chose some vegetables and elected to submerse them in one half-ounce of wood-aged high-fructose corn syrup. He flattered himself that his tastes were truly refined. -The 8-bit alarm drones Rimbaud had programmed for eight o’clock (a +The 8-bit alarm drones Rimbaud had programmed for eight o'clock (a clever recursive reference, he had thought) sounded, softly, and he knew then that it was time to replace the dishes within their folds and return to work. Rimbaud made a gesture towards the door, and the @@ -4929,11 +4684,9 @@ sympathetic air of photosynthesis made comprehensible. As was his usual habit, he pushed the negative thoughts from his mind, choosing instead to consider the significance of beautiful flowers. -SPEED GRADING +SPEED GRADING tags: 4086, piro, tab2 -tags: 4086, piro, tab2 - -I’m cleaning out the King’s cupboards when I run across some old +I'm cleaning out the King's cupboards when I run across some old detritus that he had thought it would be a good idea to bring along with him to the station. @@ -4948,75 +4701,63 @@ activities. The popular image of Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus Theophilus Mozart is inaccurate to the point of ridiculousness. However, this has not prevented a multiplicity of interpretations from emerging to -surround his work. Ludwig von Ko z.z. chel’s contrived naming -convention has even been absorbed into the text of Mozart’s published -scores, sans any indication that Herr Mozart did not create these -titles himself. Beneath the layers of false attribution lies a man -(J. C. W. T. M.) whose own prodigious correspondence is often the -last resource consulted by would-be experts. Thus, the common -conception of the silly-voiced man-child, idiot savant dominates the -commentary upon his work even to this day. - -Figures such as Mozart are invoked almost as articles of our language, -employed as symbols of narratives larger than the mere facts of their -corporeal existence. This phenomenon renders any deeper investigation -into the men themselves a trifling diversion, an unnecessary -digression at best. When one appears to be referencing a rich study -of the available facts, what one is too often doing, instead, is -invoking the surface texture of popular memory (most often grossly -misconstrued, but constituting a shared culture nonetheless). It is -shamefully dishonest to put forward such vagary as learned discourse. - -But. Is this lamentable transgression so far removed from the process -of creating words, themselves? I beseech the thoughtful reader to -consider that language, to begin with, is merely a collection of -consensual, codified misunderstandings. - -I will now shift contexts and refer to the decades-long correspondence -between the Americans Thomas Jefferson and John Adams. It is unlikely -that the modern reader is familiar with these gentlemen. Sadly, the -average Federalist/Anti-Federalist scholar is likewise ignorant of -their existence. And yet, it must be pointed out, portions of their -correspondence have been, since 1926, accepted into the Scriptures. -One recoils at the cognitive dissonance; this vast field of Green -scholarship, donning its own willfully fogged-over spectacles in order -to better scrawl out its blind declarations. It is deemed acceptable -to reference the icons of culture by name or by clique, but it is seen -as counterproductive to make clearly understood precisely what it is -one is trying to say. Of course, not all manglings of the language -are intentional, and not all such manglings are equally deceptive. -Some people just don’t care about the Bible. - -There persists an interplay between the rigorous accuracy that is -ostensibly sought after and the broad symbolism that is most easily -digested. I am prepared to admit that in my own work I have yet to -satisfactorily bridge these disparate vectors of focus. Even an -isolated, outlying case refuses to make itself known. For example, I -am capable of pursuing either individual goal with exceeding stamina -and skill, and yet I am resigned to my failure in striking a balance -between the two as a whole. I have discovered no happy synthesis. No -congenial associations between the two paths. The network betwixt -particle and wave refuses to materialize. Redoubled focus simply -dissolves into a migraine headache. - -This, then, is the eternal struggle. The Mozart of reality versus the -Mozart of history. - -Why read the entirety of Jefferson’s correspondence when a blind -quotation will suffice? - -As I compare like with unlike, I stumble upon the realization that the -vision of others, is, by necessity, likewise obstructed. This myopia -that afflicts me is not an invention, a deficiency particular to my -person. All of our screens are thus occluded, whether we recognize it -or not. In our minds, the eminence of the signifier shall always -eclipse that of the signified. Ironically, we trip repeatedly over -this blunt limitation, which itself probably evolved as a means to -facilitate communication. - -What I’m trying to say is, stop trying to tell me what I mean. - -In this paper I have demonstrated the inherent political power of +surround his work. Ludwig von Kochel's contrived naming convention +has even been absorbed into the text of Mozart's published scores, +sans any indication that Herr Mozart did not create these titles +himself. Beneath the layers of false attribution lies a man (J. C. +W. T. M.) whose own prodigious correspondence is often the last +resource consulted by would-be experts. Thus, the common conception +of the silly-voiced man-child, idiot savant dominates the commentary +upon his work even to this day. Figures such as Mozart are invoked +almost as articles of our language, employed as symbols of narratives +larger than the mere facts of their corporeal existence. This +phenomenon renders any deeper investigation into the men themselves a +trifling diversion, an unnecessary digression at best. When one +appears to be referencing a rich study of the available facts, what +one is too often doing, instead, is invoking the surface texture of +popular memory (most often grossly misconstrued, but constituting a +shared culture nonetheless). It is shamefully dishonest to put +forward such vagary as learned discourse. But. Is this lamentable +transgression so far removed from the process of creating words, +themselves? I beseech the thoughtful reader to consider that +language, to begin with, is merely a collection of consensual, +codified misunderstandings. I will now shift contexts and refer to +the decades-long correspondence between the Americans Thomas Jefferson +and John Adams. It is unlikely that the modern reader is familiar +with these gentlemen. Sadly, the average Federalist/Anti-Federalist +scholar is likewise ignorant of their existence. And yet, it must be +pointed out, portions of their correspondence have been, since 1926, +accepted into the Scriptures. One recoils at the cognitive +dissonance; this vast field of Green scholarship, donning its own +willfully fogged-over spectacles in order to better scrawl out its +blind declarations. It is deemed acceptable to reference the icons of +culture by name or by clique, but it is seen as counterproductive to +make clearly understood precisely what it is one is trying to say. Of +course, not all manglings of the language are intentional, and not all +such manglings are equally deceptive. Some people just don't care +about the Bible. There persists an interplay between the rigorous +accuracy that is ostensibly sought after and the broad symbolism that +is most easily digested. I am prepared to admit that in my own work I +have yet to satisfactorily bridge these disparate vectors of focus. +Even an isolated, outlying case refuses to make itself known. For +example, I am capable of pursuing either individual goal with +exceeding stamina and skill, and yet I am resigned to my failure in +striking a balance between the two as a whole. I have discovered no +happy synthesis. No congenial associations between the two paths. +The network betwixt particle and wave refuses to materialize. +Redoubled focus simply dissolves into a migraine headache. This, +then, is the eternal struggle. The Mozart of reality versus the +Mozart of history. Why read the entirety of Jefferson's +correspondence when a blind quotation will suffice? As I compare like +with unlike, I stumble upon the realization that the vision of others, +is, by necessity, likewise obstructed. This myopia that afflicts me +is not an invention, a deficiency particular to my person. All of our +screens are thus occluded, whether we recognize it or not. In our +minds, the eminence of the signifier shall always eclipse that of the +signified. Ironically, we trip repeatedly over this blunt limitation, +which itself probably evolved as a means to facilitate communication. +What I'm trying to say is, stop trying to tell me what I mean. In +this paper I have demonstrated the inherent political power of dictionaries. The careful reader will adjust his ambitions accordingly. @@ -5028,24 +4769,22 @@ confirm the historical grade (A-) by thumbprint and wave away the hovering screen. While I was a grading, something in the room has changed. A faint -white light illuminates the port hole of the King’s quarters. +white light illuminates the port hole of the King's quarters. I make my way over to investigate the disturbance. -ANALYSIS - -tags: 2182, rimbaud, violet +ANALYSIS tags: 2182, rimbaud, violet There was a slow dithering moment before it all coalesced and came upon him like a spilled dinner tray. All of the air went out of him at once. What the tiny viewscreen showed him would certainly mean the -end of his tenure; if not his career as an instructor of children’s +end of his tenure; if not his career as an instructor of children's literature. Little Violet reading from her diary. He clutched at the front pocket on his shirt for tobacco. Must keep -watch. (Can’t watch.) He ran a knotted hand through his auburn +watch. (Can't watch.) He ran a knotted hand through his auburn strands (or lack thereof) and pulled at the lobe of his ear while blue smoke ran fingers of its own down his cheek, mocking him tenderly. @@ -5055,7 +4794,7 @@ As Violet brought her reading to a close, the other children began to text each other about the performance, proceeding to update their class journals as they waited for a response. The classroom was devoid of snickers. The group had broken out into mad hysterics of -flat silence. Rimbaud’s attention was still rapt. +flat silence. Rimbaud's attention was still rapt. What Violet had said. @@ -5063,10 +4802,10 @@ He pocketed the monitor and poked his cigarette into a receptacle. Attached his glasses and pushed back through the heavy air of the empty hallway. Resumed his classroom. -She’d kept quiet. +She'd kept quiet. In spite of her innuendo, bald threats, blatant comminations, -exaggerated bluster, roundabout disparagement; she hadn’t shared her +exaggerated bluster, roundabout disparagement; she hadn't shared her scathing review of his first novel with the class. That was good. @@ -5075,13 +4814,11 @@ That was a good girl. Rimaud considered staying on for the semester. -He thought: Those who can’t, teach. +He thought: Those who can't, teach. The students remained silent as he entered. -JERRYMANDER FALLS - -tags: 1868, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold +JERRYMANDER FALLS tags: 1868, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold The polls had closed and so Jerrymander did the only thing he knew how to do, aside from campaigning, which was to crack open a beer and down @@ -5093,14 +4830,14 @@ Grover fucking Cleveland! he growled. Opening another can, he decided that America deserved a Democrat. -Fuck ’em, he mumbled. +Fuck'em, he mumbled. "Stop pretending to be drunk." -Haus Mold stood in the doorway, examining Jerrymander’s hotel room. +Haus Mold stood in the doorway, examining Jerrymander's hotel room. "Where are your people," he asked. -"I sent them away. There’s no point in listening to their excuses." +"I sent them away. There's no point in listening to their excuses." "You seem to be taking this awfully personally." @@ -5111,22 +4848,22 @@ curved room. "Something troubles me about this election," he said at last. -"Sure. You didn’t win." +"Sure. You didn't win." Jerrymander scowled. The horse looked worried. It seemed to sag under the weight of -Jerrymander’s saddle. +Jerrymander's saddle. -"There’s no reason for you to leave town over this," Haus pleaded. +"There's no reason for you to leave town over this," Haus pleaded. -"Fuck ’em," was all Jerrymander would say. He repeated it quietly +"Fuck'em," was all Jerrymander would say. He repeated it quietly several times before trailing off into belligerent silence. -Dust caught in Haus’ face and false teeth as the horse made a go of +Dust caught in Haus' face and false teeth as the horse made a go of things. -Jerrymander didn’t look back. +Jerrymander didn't look back. Once the old man was gone, Haus retreated to his hotel room and laid down on his bed. The name kept coming back to him. Jerrymander @@ -5140,127 +4877,118 @@ the paperwork. Hard reboot. -VISUAL RHETORIC +VISUAL RHETORIC tags: 1983, 4086, piro, tab2 -tags: 1983, 4086, piro, tab2 - -Thomas Bright’s disembodied head regarded me from the other side of +Thomas Bright's disembodied head regarded me from the other side of the port hole. I made a little waving gesture and he smiled. -"Don’t just stand there," he said."You’ve got to help me!" - -First of all, they’re not voices. - -In the fall of 1980, fast approaching my twenty-third birthday, I had -become enamored with the irrational certainty that something -dramatically and disturbingly... well, bad... was going to happen -during the course of the coming year. I had weathered a series of -nightmares about tornadoes and hurricanes, which had lately been -joined by a progression of graphically detailed plane crashes. -Eventually, the two dream-streams collided and morphed into a single, -recurring narrative. The twin tornadoes (one comprised of dust and -the other comprised of water) inched down a gravel road to demolish a -giant diorama of Manhattan. This diorama had been laid out like a -room-sized map across the altar of the Methodist church I attended as -a child. Curious, right? I could see the whirlwinds of destruction -making their way slowly towards the church. A seemingly random -sampling of individuals I’d known throughout my childhood each knelt -down on the floor with me, playing with an assortment of plastic -military toysâ•”planesâ•”flying them around the diorama city. We -would throw the toy planes like footballs and crash them into the -buildings. This distracted us from the impending arrival of the -tornadoes. The floor of the giant map was complete with a legend, -compass, and an elaborate island airstrip (which seemed to be noticed -only by me). Usually, the dream cut off when I spotted the island and -walked over to stand on it. I would invariably become convinced that -there was something of great importance buried beneath its surface. -The last thing I would see as I woke up would be an outline of the -bold script of the name of the island, stubbornly obscured by my feet. -I could never quite make out the words... - -Earlier in my childhood, I had convinced myself that a number of -disembodied intelligences (perhaps the most intriguing of which was a -sentient idea referring to itself as the avatar of Sarcasm) had -repeatedly, and quite insistently, presented me with the opportunity -to become the living Anti-Christ. The world would be delivered to me -if only I were willing to perform a series of simple tasks that would -demonstrate my dedication to the sentient idea’s service. Horrified, -I vehemently refused, and took measures I believed would prevent my -proposed political career from ever getting far off the ground. To -this day I still can’t secure a credit card. The tasks I was given -were to have been a simple set of mundane actions, which would have -harmed no one, and which would have caused me no undue personal -hardship. And yet, I was not enthused with this idea of becoming the -personification of a Scriptural prophecy whose study had generated -such distress in me as a child. Sarcasm was amused, andâ•”wellâ•”it -would sarcastically counter my adamant refusals by drilling vivid -images of the nuclear holocaust described in the book of Revelation -directly into my brain. I have to say, it didn’t take long for the -Biblical stuff to wear thin. By 1975 I had become convinced that -these images depicted the aftermath of attacks perpetrated against the -United States by Islamic terrorists. I was certain that these attacks -would occur sometime within the next fifty years. I privately told my -girlfriend at the time that the next major war involving the United -States would be centered upon Iraq, and that I hoped conscription -would not be re-instated (as it had been in my ’vision,’ or whatever -you want to call it), because I was certain that I would be called up -by my father’s employers and sent off to... well, there was more. -Let’s just say there was more. In light of all this, I wasn’t sure I -could keep saying no to Sarcasm forever. - -Of course, while I was well aware that this was all -make-believeâ•”made-up nonsenseâ•”the impact it had upon my -disposition and outlook was similar to what might have been expected -if the situation had, in fact, been real. The metaphorical tabs had -started fitting into the metaphorical slots and they had become -impossible to ignore, as the resulting papercraft devices had begun to -made themselves apparent everywhere I looked. I was starting to -detect the seams in the walls. Stress points in theoretical -structures I had never before thought to examine. - -Perhaps here I should pause and explain how this communication between -myself and Sarcasm most often took form. +"Don't just stand there," he said."You've got to help me!" +First of all, they're not voices. In the fall of 1980, fast +approaching my twenty-third birthday, I had become enamored with the +irrational certainty that something dramatically and disturbingly... +well, bad... was going to happen during the course of the coming +year. I had weathered a series of nightmares about tornadoes and +hurricanes, which had lately been joined by a progression of +graphically detailed plane crashes. Eventually, the two dream-streams +collided and morphed into a single, recurring narrative. The twin +tornadoes (one comprised of dust and the other comprised of water) +inched down a gravel road to demolish a giant diorama of Manhattan. +This diorama had been laid out like a room-sized map across the altar +of the Methodist church I attended as a child. Curious, right? I +could see the whirlwinds of destruction making their way slowly +towards the church. A seemingly random sampling of individuals I'd +known throughout my childhood each knelt down on the floor with me, +playing with an assortment of plastic military toys­planes­flying them +around the diorama city. We would throw the toy planes like footballs +and crash them into the buildings. This distracted us from the +impending arrival of the tornadoes. The floor of the giant map was +complete with a legend, compass, and an elaborate island airstrip +(which seemed to be noticed only by me). Usually, the dream cut off +when I spotted the island and walked over to stand on it. I would +invariably become convinced that there was something of great +importance buried beneath its surface. The last thing I would see as +I woke up would be an outline of the bold script of the name of the +island, stubbornly obscured by my feet. I could never quite make out +the words... Earlier in my childhood, I had convinced myself that a +number of disembodied intelligences (perhaps the most intriguing of +which was a sentient idea referring to itself as the avatar of +Sarcasm) had repeatedly, and quite insistently, presented me with the +opportunity to become the living Anti-Christ. The world would be +delivered to me if only I were willing to perform a series of simple +tasks that would demonstrate my dedication to the sentient idea's +service. Horrified, I vehemently refused, and took measures I +believed would prevent my proposed political career from ever getting +far off the ground. To this day I still can't secure a credit card. +The tasks I was given were to have been a simple set of mundane +actions, which would have harmed no one, and which would have caused +me no undue personal hardship. And yet, I was not enthused with this +idea of becoming the personification of a Scriptural prophecy whose +study had generated such distress in me as a child. Sarcasm was +amused, and­well­it would sarcastically counter my adamant refusals by +drilling vivid images of the nuclear holocaust described in the book +of Revelation directly into my brain. I have to say, it didn't take +long for the Biblical stuff to wear thin. By 1975 I had become +convinced that these images depicted the aftermath of attacks +perpetrated against the United States by Islamic terrorists. I was +certain that these attacks would occur sometime within the next fifty +years. I privately told my girlfriend at the time that the next major +war involving the United States would be centered upon Iraq, and that +I hoped conscription would not be re-instated (as it had been in my +'vision,' or whatever you want to call it), because I was certain that +I would be called up by my father's employers and sent off to... +well, there was more. Let's just say there was more. In light of all +this, I wasn't sure I could keep saying no to Sarcasm forever. Of +course, while I was well aware that this was all make-believe­made-up +nonsense­the impact it had upon my disposition and outlook was similar +to what might have been expected if the situation had, in fact, been +real. The metaphorical tabs had started fitting into the metaphorical +slots and they had become impossible to ignore, as the resulting +papercraft devices had begun to made themselves apparent everywhere I +looked. I was starting to detect the seams in the walls. Stress +points in theoretical structures I had never before thought to +examine. Perhaps here I should pause and explain how this +communication between myself and Sarcasm most often took form. Generally, I do not think in words. Cognition for me has always involved a series of images which fit together as multidimensional shapes, each distinguished by size, color and texture rather than by subject matter or meaning. For example, for as long as I can remember, I have associated certain colors with the numerals zero through nine. Zero is white, one is black, two is yellow, three is -orange, four is blue, five is redâ•”and so on. As a youth I would -store and retrieve long strings of arbitrary numbers simply by -arranging the colored blocks into an appropriate collage and -committing said collage to visual memory. So, groups of numbers -naturally took on an aesthetic as well as a symbolic meaning. Four -quarters (yellow-red, yellow-red, yellow-red, yellow-red) made up one -dollar (black-white-white). Adding or subtracting blocks of colors -was faster for me than learning ’real’ math. It was mostly a -subconscious substitution, but it worked approximately up until middle -school, when we started to be taught branches of mathematics that -cannot typically be solved ’all in your head.’ I had read an article -in POPULAR SCIENCE or SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN or some other magazine -around this time that stated the structure of the human brain made it -impossible to solve complex algebra or geometry problems by simply -thinking about them visually. Well, this had the unfortunate stink of -truth about it, whether it was true or not, and I was sold on the idea -from that moment forward. To this day, the colors go dead when I try -to envision linear equations. Silly, right? Anyway. Incoming ideas +orange, four is blue, five is red­and so on. As a youth I would store +and retrieve long strings of arbitrary numbers simply by arranging the +colored blocks into an appropriate collage and committing said collage +to visual memory. So, groups of numbers naturally took on an +aesthetic as well as a symbolic meaning. Four quarters (yellow-red, +yellow-red, yellow-red, yellow-red) made up one dollar +(black-white-white). Adding or subtracting blocks of colors was +faster for me than learning'real' math. It was mostly a subconscious +substitution, but it worked approximately up until middle school, when +we started to be taught branches of mathematics that cannot typically +be solved'all in your head.' I had read an article in POPULAR SCIENCE +or SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN or some other magazine around this time that +stated the structure of the human brain made it impossible to solve +complex algebra or geometry problems by simply thinking about them +visually. Well, this had the unfortunate stink of truth about it, +whether it was true or not, and I was sold on the idea from that +moment forward. To this day, the colors go dead when I try to +envision linear equations. Silly, right? Anyway. Incoming ideas typically flow across the ridges, valleys and other topographical surfaces of my consciousness and are, as I said, molded into multidimensional shapes that are then stored as visual memories. Reasoning and deduction are simply a matter of arranging these shapes -into aesthetically ’correct’ sequences and compositions. Somehow, -this visual logic seems to map. It’s a firm validation of the -Platonic whateveryoucallit. Placing all of my shapes into their -natural positions, and then abstracting that visual record into a -sequence of English words and phrases which are human-readable, seems -to produce lucid thought that I am often told is remarkable for its -clarity and insight. Or, perhaps I’m merely deluding myself and I’m -only mimicking the bits of language that I’ve managed to pick up from +into aesthetically'correct' sequences and compositions. Somehow, this +visual logic seems to map. It's a firm validation of the Platonic +whateveryoucallit. Placing all of my shapes into their natural +positions, and then abstracting that visual record into a sequence of +English words and phrases which are human-readable, seems to produce +lucid thought that I am often told is remarkable for its clarity and +insight. Or, perhaps I'm merely deluding myself and I'm only +mimicking the bits of language that I've managed to pick up from normal humans after hearing the words repeated over and over again. -Maybe this is all crap. Either way, I’ve somehow managed to scratch +Maybe this is all crap. Either way, I've somehow managed to scratch out a modest living for close to twenty-seven years. No one has had to help me wipe my own ass. I often wonder if other human beings process language the same way that I do, but have merely failed to @@ -5281,29 +5009,27 @@ unconsciously grouping items into structures that alter our English even before it bubbles into our internal stream of consciousness? This is to say nothing of what inevitably comes spurting out of our mouths. It was a sudden preponderance of recognizable patterns in my -own linguistic reflexesâ•”it seemed that someone had been sleeping in -my bed, if you willâ•”which, when decoded into English, produced a +own linguistic reflexes­it seemed that someone had been sleeping in my +bed, if you will­which, when decoded into English, produced a convincing resemblance to direct communication between myself and an outside force. Was it apophenia? Well, who can say? While it is true that there is an element of divining at play, the elaborate motifs which seemed to emerge in my reflexive patterns of thought cannot merely be dismissed as broadcast irritants, disrupting my mental space like so much rumbling of bass from a car down the street. -These patterns I’ve been describing would also respond to my probing. +These patterns I've been describing would also respond to my probing. That is to say, they would respond intelligibly. Two-way communication was observed to occur. Hence my references to a running dialogue between myself and the constructs. Hence my mention of their -offers and of my rejections. - -Back at the end of the world, having taken several months to mull over -the myriad of proportions and relationships which were emerging, -screeching like peacocks from the amorphous collection of data -swirling about in my brain case, fall, 1980, finally clawed its way -into view. I awoke one September morning full of the realization that -I had somehow crept into my twenty-third year, relatively healthy and -still firmly planted upon the surface of the planet. -Characteristically, my right-brain responded to this happy -circumstance by cutting loose a sudden inundation of random +offers and of my rejections. Back at the end of the world, having +taken several months to mull over the myriad of proportions and +relationships which were emerging, screeching like peacocks from the +amorphous collection of data swirling about in my brain case, fall, +1980, finally clawed its way into view. I awoke one September morning +full of the realization that I had somehow crept into my twenty-third +year, relatively healthy and still firmly planted upon the surface of +the planet. Characteristically, my right-brain responded to this +happy circumstance by cutting loose a sudden inundation of random stimulation. Quantum foam fired in the widest possible distribution pattern. My left-brain, shocked that this affront had issued from its own squirrel-in-the-wheel sibling, spontaneously divined a slipshod, @@ -5314,72 +5040,61 @@ steadily increasing. My left-brain, bristling now at how quickly its attempts at order had fallen into ruin, burrowed itself ever more deeply into the heaving bosom of... labor politics. To whit: lacking further resources, the faculties of my mind voted to enact an -emergency work stoppage. - -A rhetorical picket line was hastily erected between the two cranial -hemispheres. - -Turning to all of this hubbub consciously for the first time, I (that -is to say, me) examined said goings-on, and after a certain period of -solemn consideration, decided that union busting was more trouble than -it was worth. I would simply pretend that the situation did not -exist. I would ignore my predicament and avert my attention to -whatever new, interesting and (no doubt) more entertaining thoughts -were sure to come traipsing along. My left-brain and right-brain -could resolve their differences without my help. My friend, I say -this plainly and it is true: ideas are a dime a dozen. Ignore one, -and ten thousand spring up to take its place. If I do not care for -the direction of a given narrative, I delete it. Even if the ideas do -address me audibly and directly, well, that doesn’t mean I am bound to -listen. I don’t owe them anything, least of all a reply. Life is too -short to indulge every pointless discrepancy of visual-spatial logic. -Let them try to overload me. They can’t force water into a plugged -drain. Getting drawn into these whirlwinds is simply a waste of my -time. Better to pull the hood down over my face. Place my hands over -my ears. No, I am not available to come to the phone right now, and -please do not bother me again. Thank you for your consideration. -Pray, what’s for dinner? - -The year slunk by. I gained skill and efficiency at ignoring the -stacks of interlocking realities. Under the stern tutelage of that -conscientious ringmaster, ignorance, the serendipitous connections -began to fade. Mind the gap, right-brain, the ringmaster would shout, -and so on. This system checks and balances kept the situation neatly -under my control. Over time, I devised a further arsenal of -rhetorical tricks for identifying and severing new visual-spatial -connections even before their roots could take hold. My techniques -proved surprisingly efficacious. - -Almost before I knew it, my twenty-fourth birthday was upon me. I -looked back on the previous year with a certain contempt for the time -spent culling all of this useless cruft from the stream of my -thoughts. I was not getting much else done. But overall I retained a -sense of accomplishment. The occasional ray of satisfaction seeped -through. Gently drawing the curtain, the fall sunshine felt good in -my cold, gray room. - -The morning of September 11, 1981, I awoke alone in my bed. I pulled -sweet breaths through a sincere smile and let the top of my head rest -against the cool metal bars of my bed frame. Before opening my eyes, -I mashed my face back into my pillow and relished that I was finally -(almost) home free. - -One more day to go. And then it would all be over. Goodbye, -twenty-three; hello, twenty-four with an"l." - -I relaxed, sighed richly, and thought to myself (in English), Well, -I’ve made it. Nothing horrendous is going to happen to me just -because I’ve survived to twenty-four years of age. I guess it’s time +emergency work stoppage. A rhetorical picket line was hastily erected +between the two cranial hemispheres. Turning to all of this hubbub +consciously for the first time, I (that is to say, me) examined said +goings-on, and after a certain period of solemn consideration, decided +that union busting was more trouble than it was worth. I would simply +pretend that the situation did not exist. I would ignore my +predicament and avert my attention to whatever new, interesting and +(no doubt) more entertaining thoughts were sure to come traipsing +along. My left-brain and right-brain could resolve their differences +without my help. My friend, I say this plainly and it is true: ideas +are a dime a dozen. Ignore one, and ten thousand spring up to take +its place. If I do not care for the direction of a given narrative, I +delete it. Even if the ideas do address me audibly and directly, +well, that doesn't mean I am bound to listen. I don't owe them +anything, least of all a reply. Life is too short to indulge every +pointless discrepancy of visual-spatial logic. Let them try to +overload me. They can't force water into a plugged drain. Getting +drawn into these whirlwinds is simply a waste of my time. Better to +pull the hood down over my face. Place my hands over my ears. No, I +am not available to come to the phone right now, and please do not +bother me again. Thank you for your consideration. Pray, what's for +dinner? The year slunk by. I gained skill and efficiency at ignoring +the stacks of interlocking realities. Under the stern tutelage of +that conscientious ringmaster, ignorance, the serendipitous +connections began to fade. Mind the gap, right-brain, the ringmaster +would shout, and so on. This system checks and balances kept the +situation neatly under my control. Over time, I devised a further +arsenal of rhetorical tricks for identifying and severing new +visual-spatial connections even before their roots could take hold. +My techniques proved surprisingly efficacious. Almost before I knew +it, my twenty-fourth birthday was upon me. I looked back on the +previous year with a certain contempt for the time spent culling all +of this useless cruft from the stream of my thoughts. I was not +getting much else done. But overall I retained a sense of +accomplishment. The occasional ray of satisfaction seeped through. +Gently drawing the curtain, the fall sunshine felt good in my cold, +gray room. The morning of September 11, 1981, I awoke alone in my +bed. I pulled sweet breaths through a sincere smile and let the top +of my head rest against the cool metal bars of my bed frame. Before +opening my eyes, I mashed my face back into my pillow and relished +that I was finally (almost) home free. One more day to go. And then +it would all be over. Goodbye, twenty-three; hello, twenty-four with +an"l." I relaxed, sighed richly, and thought to myself (in English), +Well, I've made it. Nothing horrendous is going to happen to me just +because I've survived to twenty-four years of age. I guess it's time to outgrow all of this superstitious nonsense about the number twenty-three and get on with my life. So what if the symbols and syntax of temporal reality continue to combine obvious configurations that seem to beg acknowledgment, comment and/or intervention? I will ignore it all, straighten my posture and affirm that, on the contrary, -all of this ’clairvoyant’ horseshit and ’spatial reasoning’ bollocks +all of this 'clairvoyant' horseshit and'spatial reasoning' bollocks has been nothing more than a series of convenient hallucinations. It was really quite simple, in the end, to walk away from the flood of data and to get on with my life. So now then, I admonished myself, -let’s get up, shave our face, and get the hell in to work before we’re +let's get up, shave our face, and get the hell in to work before we're late for our shift. I should say, it was quite a relief to finally be rid of the shit-flinging, psychic monkey on my back. No more looking for the seams in things. No more seeing those seams whether I wanted @@ -5388,21 +5103,18 @@ ringmaster, ignorance, I would resolve to translate the multidimensional shapes and colors of my thoughts into English prior to becoming aware of them. I possessed the machinery. I could ignore it all. Let God or the Devil sort it out. Life would prove so much -easier. - -Groggily, I pulled on my socks and made my way into the living room. -I clicked on the television just in time to see a jetliner bury itself -into the World Trade Center and explode. - -I guess you could say that in that moment, everything changed. So -much for my upcoming vacation, I thought to myself. Sarcasm had -always been a great practical joker. +easier. Groggily, I pulled on my socks and made my way into the +living room. I clicked on the television just in time to see a +jetliner bury itself into the World Trade Center and explode. I guess +you could say that in that moment, everything changed. So much for my +upcoming vacation, I thought to myself. Sarcasm had always been a +great practical joker. All of this from the other side of the port hole. I edged backwards, unconsciously. -Presently, awareness resumed and I leaped for the curtain. Tom’s +Presently, awareness resumed and I leaped for the curtain. Tom's babbling was cut off by the downward arc of my sleeve. I straightened. I had barely escaped with my life. @@ -5414,9 +5126,7 @@ slowly drew back the curtain. That proved to be a mistake. -THE PUBLIC GREEN - -tags: 2188, albert_lunsford, rimbaud +THE PUBLIC GREEN tags: 2188, albert_lunsford, rimbaud Redaction Day festivities were well underway by the time Rimbaud arrived on the Public Green. Green Ladies, resplendent in their @@ -5426,7 +5136,7 @@ since a lot of important talking was taking place under the big canvases. Tempers would buffer in the mugs. Rimbaud approached a food tent and ran his eyes over the menu. I -can’t eat here, he thought. He moved to another tent and found +can't eat here, he thought. He moved to another tent and found himself in much the same predicament. Pork. Beef hearts. Nothing of substance. Typically, there were no vegetables to be found at any of the stalls. And the real animal flesh would only send him into @@ -5444,7 +5154,7 @@ interaction with his employees. But the flux of the crowd had made that impossible, as every attendee was expected to issue a lively greeting to whomever he passed in the isles. Rimbaud observed that standing in one place for too long would lead to being ground under by -the aggregate mob. Consequently, he’d kept moving and had already +the aggregate mob. Consequently, he'd kept moving and had already come face to face with most of his subordinates several times. What, exactly, he wondered, was really being redacted here? Rimbaud @@ -5468,11 +5178,11 @@ him. Why is he there? I tell you this morning that he is in the Off-White House because God put him there. God put him there to lead not only this nation but to lead the world in a time such as this." -"Iâ•”" +"I­" Rimbaud stammered, unsure of himself. -"I don’t know why I said that." +"I don't know why I said that." "El Nortes," one of the children remarked. @@ -5482,21 +5192,21 @@ he had lost control of his vocal chords. "True enough. But there is a difference between quoting from academic sources, which Albert mostly avoids, and quoting from mass media sources (i.e., telescreen), which is mostly what Albert does. When he -approaches feminism as an intellectual construct, it doesn’t bolster +approaches feminism as an intellectual construct, it doesn't bolster his points to attack the watered-down, simplified, fatuous pablum that -passes for a given ’movement’ or strain of thought on the telescreen. +passes for a given'movement' or strain of thought on the telescreen. What he does by gathering all of these strains under the same umbrella is akin to what journalists do when they headline articles about -Albert Lunsford’s comics with blurbs like +Albert Lunsford's comics with blurbs like'Biff! Bam! Slap!'" -With this, he had captured the children’s full attention. One of them +With this, he had captured the children's full attention. One of them ventured a response. "By my understanding, that is generally correct. But I do think there -is a sort of ’trickle-down’ effect from academia to popular culture. +is a sort of'trickle-down' effect from academia to popular culture. Albert vacillates between crediting academia with benign progress on the one hand and accusing it of the malicious destruction of society -on the other. But in both cases he acknowledges academia’s +on the other. But in both cases he acknowledges academia's contribution to pop-feminism." Rimbaud offered no objection, so the boy continued. @@ -5521,7 +5231,7 @@ atheists." who are also feminists. Therefore, comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists who are also feminists." -"You can see where this is leading, I’m sure." +"You can see where this is leading, I'm sure." "Most comic books are about super-heroes and are created by atheists who are also feminists who are also marxists. Therefore, comic books @@ -5536,7 +5246,7 @@ traditional American super-heroes." "Clearly, if Albert does not wish to be associated with these atheists, feminists, and/or marxists, as well as the sorts of people who give two shits about super-heroes, he should stop referring to his -work as ’comic books,’ and/or abandon the medium entirely. Thus, +work as'comic books,' and/or abandon the medium entirely. Thus, responsibility for his public image is placed squarely upon his own shoulders. If he does not publicly disassociate himself from the medium of comics, he is implicitly supporting the groups identified as @@ -5547,17 +5257,17 @@ The boy who had first responded to Rimbaud raised his hand and simultaneously resumed the conversation without waiting to be acknowledged. -"But that’s playing fast and loose with the terms we’ve already agreed +"But that's playing fast and loose with the terms we've already agreed have specific meanings (as Albert himself does in so many areas, i.e., -marxism, atheism, etc.). Albert doesn’t qualify his statements the +marxism, atheism, etc.). Albert doesn't qualify his statements the way you are trying to do for him. He rejects the notion that there is any difference at all between these classifications. Atheist, -marxist, feministâ•”to him, they’re all the same thing. In this way, -he’s exactly right that his arguments are ’unassailable,’ because he +marxist, feminist­to him, they're all the same thing. In this way, +he's exactly right that his arguments are'unassailable,' because he has completely removed the ability to distinguish one concept from another." -"His way of approaching classification just doesn’t scale. In fact, +"His way of approaching classification just doesn't scale. In fact, this inability to scale is precisely why Albert, in other discussions, has railed against the erosion of grammatical and syntactical rules in the English language. Pretty soon, people are redrawing the @@ -5573,28 +5283,28 @@ up and joined the discussion. "Yes, and every time I would point out one of these collisions of mutually exclusive claims, Albert would just say that the explanation -was self-evident to those who had already joined +was self-evident to those who had already joined'his team.'" -Rimbaud:"And that’s why, no matter how far he travels in search of new +Rimbaud:"And that's why, no matter how far he travels in search of new ideas, he will only ever succeed in rediscovering the tropes he -brought along with him. He proceeds from the premise that he’s -addressing emotional irrationality andâ•”surprise of all -surprisesâ•”he arrives at the ’valuable confirmation’ that he has -indeed been addressing emotional irrationality. Is he really seeking -after Truth, at all, or is he simply riffing on foregone conclusions? -Well, it’s a bit of a trick question. He admits that he’s merely -riffing on foregone conclusions! Every event, whatever the outcome, -is merely new evidence that he was right all along. And that’s -usually the totality of his argument. I think, therefore you’re -wrong. Back in 1974, I might have kept faith that his essays were -leading up to something meaningful. But how long am I expected to -wait for the prize? There is no there there. A smooth writing style -will only carry you so far. He kept, and keeps, shifting the floor -beneath the reader. Every declarative phrase doubles back and ties -itself into his atheist/theist binary. He’s gone completely off the -rails as far as constructing an ’airtight argument’ (as he calls it) -is concerned. The obvious charge here is confirmation bias, and -Albert Lunsford is history’s most egregious offender. +brought along with him. He proceeds from the premise that he's +addressing emotional irrationality and­surprise of all surprises­he +arrives at the'valuable confirmation' that he has indeed been +addressing emotional irrationality. Is he really seeking after Truth, +at all, or is he simply riffing on foregone conclusions? Well, it's a +bit of a trick question. He admits that he's merely riffing on +foregone conclusions! Every event, whatever the outcome, is merely +new evidence that he was right all along. And that's usually the +totality of his argument. I think, therefore you're wrong. Back in +1974, I might have kept faith that his essays were leading up to +something meaningful. But how long am I expected to wait for the +prize? There is no there there. A smooth writing style will only +carry you so far. He kept, and keeps, shifting the floor beneath the +reader. Every declarative phrase doubles back and ties itself into +his atheist/theist binary. He's gone completely off the rails as far +as constructing an'airtight argument' (as he calls it) is concerned. +The obvious charge here is confirmation bias, and Albert Lunsford is +history's most egregious offender. Rimbaud stopped. Looked around. What was he saying? Where had all of this come from? @@ -5615,22 +5325,22 @@ be schizophrenic because psychiatry is not a valid science." "I think his mental health is sort of a non-issue. Albert interprets it as the fulcrum his freedom hinges upon; but since he is, so far as we know, not a danger to anyone else and since he does, so far as we -know, manage to take care of himself, I really don’t think anyone -cares. I know I don’t care, personally, whether or not he’s -considered ’crazy.’" +know, manage to take care of himself, I really don't think anyone +cares. I know I don't care, personally, whether or not he's +considered 'crazy.'" "Albert, for his part, seems to think that the whole of society is waiting on pins and needles, anxious for him to die. Now really. I -think he tends to overestimate the common man’s awareness of his -oeuvre. Most of society doesn’t even know he exists. When people -call him ’insane,’ I don’t think they mean for men in white coats to +think he tends to overestimate the common man's awareness of his +oeuvre. Most of society doesn't even know he exists. When people +call him'insane,' I don't think they mean for men in white coats to forcibly remove him from the Off-White House and drag him off to some -kind of state-run facility. I think the people he’s really worried -aboutâ•”some small percentage of his peers in the industryâ•”see him -as either an amusing crank or as a sad example of what happens when a -man convinces himself he’s the only person on Earth with access to The +kind of state-run facility. I think the people he's really worried +about­some small percentage of his peers in the industry­see him as +either an amusing crank or as a sad example of what happens when a man +convinces himself he's the only person on Earth with access to The Truth. Just because people make fun of him being overdue for his meds -doesn’t mean they are going to come and strap him into a chair, inject +doesn't mean they are going to come and strap him into a chair, inject him with marxist / feminist / atheist / homosexualist meta-proteins." "The fact that he was actually committed to an institution once, @@ -5649,22 +5359,22 @@ assume Albert was treated differently." comic book industry, it is interesting to observe the escalating pattern of self-ostracization Albert has enacted over the past several years. I do not dismiss what his latest published material purports -itself to be about, but it is instructive to note that Albert’s latest +itself to be about, but it is instructive to note that Albert's latest theories have expanded to encompass a neat explanation of why he is no longer a fan-favorite creator, and why his latest works have failed to garner the universal acclaim he seems to think they deserve. He obviously has a very high opinion of himself, and requires a -corresponding explanation as to why the rest of the world doesn’t hold -him in similar esteem. It’s fascinating to me that the very tenacity +corresponding explanation as to why the rest of the world doesn't hold +him in similar esteem. It's fascinating to me that the very tenacity and pigheadedness that make him so difficult to interact with also seem to be precisely the traits that have enabled him to complete his -multitudinous extended works. I think this is where Ian Kenny’s -observations have been centered: Kenny marvels that Albert’s +multitudinous extended works. I think this is where Ian Kenny's +observations have been centered: Kenny marvels that Albert's single-minded determination has resulted in the self-destruction of -his critical facultiesâ•”that is to say, his vanished ability to +his critical faculties­that is to say, his vanished ability to honestly evaluate himself. At the same time, he has turned the remainder of that focus outward, towards the world. With that in -mind, I don’t just think Ian is being a ’fuckwit,’ as you put it. He +mind, I don't just think Ian is being a'fuckwit,' as you put it. He sort of has a point. Others would no doubt remind us that Albert has always been closed off to intimacy, and that he has only stopped portrayed himself otherwise since the summer of 1974.)" @@ -5672,8 +5382,8 @@ portrayed himself otherwise since the summer of 1974.)" Finally, Rimbaud began to wind down. He seemed to have said his piece. -"I’m sort of getting tired of this relentless harping on the negative -aspects of Albert’s philosophies and his approach to arguing them. +"I'm sort of getting tired of this relentless harping on the negative +aspects of Albert's philosophies and his approach to arguing them. But dammit, it seems to me that even the people who explicitly admit they are opposed to everything he stands for never seem to criticize him on the right points. I tried writing to him and taking him to @@ -5681,14 +5391,14 @@ task in private, but as we know, Albert is famously unreceptive to real intellectual debate. He prefers to maintain the authorial distance. Or the authorial authority, if you will. All of you folks who hold it as an article of faith that Albert is unfailingly polite -and self-effacing to his fans; well, it’s hardly a constant, as many +and self-effacing to his fans; well, it's hardly a constant, as many of us have learned through hard experience." It finally dawned on Rimbaud that none of this business about Albert Lunsford was actually happening on the Public Green. What he was feeling, seeing and hearing was nothing more than a resonant echo of the original Redaction Day. What he seemed to be interacting with -was, in reality, merely a facet of the city’s holiday decorations. +was, in reality, merely a facet of the city's holiday decorations. His mesh transceivers had passed on the data unchecked. What a clever presentation, he thought. @@ -5697,32 +5407,29 @@ children who had been painting the artificial animal appeared at his side and began tugging on his shirtsleeve. He bent down so the child could whisper in his ear. -"Keep your mouth shut. Don’t listen to the worries inside," said the +"Keep your mouth shut. Don't listen to the worries inside," said the child. More of the ritual dialogue. -In light of Albert Lunsford’s harsh example, Rimbaud considered it +In light of Albert Lunsford's harsh example, Rimbaud considered it good advice. -MOUNTAINS OF WHITE - -tags: 1986, 4086, dexter_styles, gravy_needs, piro, - +MOUNTAINS OF WHITE tags: 1986, 4086, dexter_styles, gravy_needs, piro, shit_mold, tab2 Thomas resumed haranguing Piro through the port hole. "You have to listen to me. You have to come back with me to 1986." -"You’ve been talking for half an hour. Oh, the plight of the noble +"You've been talking for half an hour. Oh, the plight of the noble graphic designer." -"I’m serious, Piotr." +"I'm serious, Piotr." "I can tell. And I bet you guys are having quite a laugh at my -expense. Well, Ramadan’s almost over. You’ll be back here soon -enough and then I’ll have my revenge." +expense. Well, Ramadan's almost over. You'll be back here soon +enough and then I'll have my revenge." "This is not a practical joke, Piro!" @@ -5743,9 +5450,9 @@ King had called an early end to the holiday. This was fucking great. -"Because we’re twin brothers." +"Because we're twin brothers." -"Tom, that’s impossible. You’re from two thousand years ago." +"Tom, that's impossible. You're from two thousand years ago." "..." @@ -5759,11 +5466,11 @@ Stalemate. "MAKE WAY FOR KING SHIT!" -Piro and Tom’s brotherly reunion was interrupted by the return of the -King. King Theodosius Shit Mold’s entourage marched into the room, +Piro and Tom's brotherly reunion was interrupted by the return of the +King. King Theodosius Shit Mold's entourage marched into the room, elbowing Piro away from the port hole. The flap closed and no one seemed to notice the floating head outside the window. Dexter Styles, -the King’s Chancellor, took up his usual position between the King and +the King's Chancellor, took up his usual position between the King and the rest of the group. "Let it hereafter be known that King Shit has returned to the @@ -5776,9 +5483,9 @@ armrest. "Your Highness," Piro bowed deeply,"My duties..." -The King put up his hand, as if to punctuate Piro’s excessive +The King put up his hand, as if to punctuate Piro's excessive babbling."Eff that noise. From now on, I want you by my side at all -times. I’ve grand designs on your future, Piotr." +times. I've grand designs on your future, Piotr." Piro bowed again. @@ -5786,31 +5493,31 @@ A low rumble issued from the port hole. The flap blew back and the makeshift throne room was once again flooded with pale, colorless light. -"I wasn’t finished," said Thomas Bright, Jr. through the port hole. +"I wasn't finished," said Thomas Bright, Jr. through the port hole. King Shit leaned forward as if to affirm his interest in the present goings-on. "By all means, do carry on," smirked the King. -Gravy Needs was delighted. He hadn’t intended for the King to become +Gravy Needs was delighted. He hadn't intended for the King to become involved. But now that he had, the hilarity could only increase. Gravy punched up the others on his forearm and quickly told them all the news. Stifled laughs echoed in the close chamber. Gravy blipped off and resumed his manipulations of the Court. -"I’m here to retrieve my brother," continued Thomas."There’s trouble -back home, and he’s needed to help smooth over the discontent." +"I'm here to retrieve my brother," continued Thomas."There's trouble +back home, and he's needed to help smooth over the discontent." "Ah, I am empathetic to family problems," allowed the King. -"This is more than just a family problem. There’s also a weird +"This is more than just a family problem. There's also a weird anomaly that threatens to engulf the entire universe." "And only Piro can save us?" laughed the King, incredulously. -"That’s my position, yes," answered Thomas. +"That's my position, yes," answered Thomas. The Court fell silent, waiting for the King to respond. @@ -5819,7 +5526,7 @@ position. Such gallantry touched him deeply, reminding him of comic book stories from his youth. "Very well then. It would amuse me to observe your adventures from -remote. Piro! Pack up your monitoring kit. You’re headed for the +remote. Piro! Pack up your monitoring kit. You're headed for the 1980s!" Thomas bit his lip and slowly shook his head in affirmation of his @@ -5831,7 +5538,7 @@ whole. Together again for the first time. Piro climbed into his vehicle and switched on some soft music. -Vangelis, as usual. Thomas’ head appeared, floating above the +Vangelis, as usual. Thomas' head appeared, floating above the passenger seat beside him. The two brothers traveled sans conversation, which was fine with Piro. He needed time to think. @@ -5841,13 +5548,13 @@ promoted to field work. I hate Ramadan, he thought. -Moments after Piro engaged the ship’s percept drive, the orbital +Moments after Piro engaged the ship's percept drive, the orbital station had begun to undergo a series of complex, unorthodox changes. As the transformations progressed, the station wobbled gradually in -and out of sight. The station’s engineers were befuddled by the day’s +and out of sight. The station's engineers were befuddled by the day's events. -Within an hour of the brothers’ departure, the anomaly Thomas had +Within an hour of the brothers' departure, the anomaly Thomas had described had expanded to absorb the station in its entirety. No one had expected it to expand so quickly. Least of all Piro. @@ -5861,19 +5568,17 @@ There was so much white, everywhere. He sniffled as the station shuddered and faded from memory. -‘86 - -tags: 1986, freeway_ricky_ross, piro, tab1, tab2 +`86 tags: 1986, freeway_ricky_ross, piro, tab1, tab2 Piro eased back on the throttle and the ship came to a stop. -"All right," he said."We’re here." +"All right," he said."We're here." Thomas eyed him. -"Let’s get started." +"Let's get started." -Thomas’ floating head flickered out of view and was replaced by a +Thomas' floating head flickered out of view and was replaced by a light rapping on the passenger side window. Piro depressed a switch on his console and the window slid down. @@ -5886,9 +5591,9 @@ name: Rick." Ricky nodded. -"We’ve been making a lot of progress. We did three hundred million -last year in uncut bricks. But Ricky’s got a line on some sweet -chemistry and we’ve been able to step on these new shipments up to ten +"We've been making a lot of progress. We did three hundred million +last year in uncut bricks. But Ricky's got a line on some sweet +chemistry and we've been able to step on these new shipments up to ten times before sending them out to the street. And it sells just as well as the raw." @@ -5900,17 +5605,17 @@ investment." "I own five houses," said Ricky. -"It’s become an epidemic," complained Thomas, suddenly forlorn."In +"It's become an epidemic," complained Thomas, suddenly forlorn."In spite of our best efforts, Crack is still flooding our streets." -"Butâ•”" +"But­" -Piro’s face contorted in spite of himself. He couldn’t quite make up +Piro's face contorted in spite of himself. He couldn't quite make up his mind if Thomas was being sarcastic. He started again. -"But you’re the ones selling it!" +"But you're the ones selling it!" "Not to worry. We fold all of the profits back into our war on drugs." @@ -5919,7 +5624,7 @@ Piro shook his head. "That makes no sense at all." -"That’s exactly why we need your help. There are still some kinks in +"That's exactly why we need your help. There are still some kinks in the process that need to be ironed out. Something has got to be done about the spread of illegal drugs, and quickly. People are dying out there, Piotr." @@ -5941,9 +5646,9 @@ within earshot. "..." -"Don’t look at me like that. We needed the room." +"Don't look at me like that. We needed the room." -"You founded a super-hero teamâ•”funded by drug moneyâ•”to fight drug +"You founded a super-hero team­funded by drug money­to fight drug dealers." "Among other things, yes." @@ -5954,18 +5659,18 @@ inexcusable. But it was true, he had managed to amass some impressive resources. Piro stared off into the Los Angeles smog, weighing the situation. -"Almost nothing about this appeals to me. All right, I’ll make an +"Almost nothing about this appeals to me. All right, I'll make an exception for a few of your acquisitions. Did you know that the Chrysler Building is still standing in 4086? Owned by the Crown." -"Huh. You don’t say." +"Huh. You don't say." "Actually, I operated out of the 61st floor for several years, myself, training new recruits." "Yeah, I remember that training. Dad really had a hard-on for your -teaching methods. He always used to tell the rookies, ’If you survive -one of Piro’s seminars, you’re hired.’ Seemed to think that was +teaching methods. He always used to tell the rookies,'If you survive +one of Piro's seminars, you're hired.' Seemed to think that was hilarious for some reason. Of course, years later I told him about your Blythe collection." @@ -5974,30 +5679,30 @@ idiot." Thomas smiled at him warmly. -Things were falling into place, just as he’d hoped. +Things were falling into place, just as he'd hoped. -"Well Thomas, I’m a little perturbed that you’ve brought me back in +"Well Thomas, I'm a little perturbed that you've brought me back in time under false pretenses. Crack cocaine is hardly set to swallow -the known universe. But now that I’m here... Well, what the hell. I -can see that you’ve got yourself a heaping full plate. You’re going -to need all the help you can get dealing with this problem you’ve -unleashed on the inner city. It probably wasn’t such a bad idea for +the known universe. But now that I'm here... Well, what the hell. I +can see that you've got yourself a heaping full plate. You're going +to need all the help you can get dealing with this problem you've +unleashed on the inner city. It probably wasn't such a bad idea for you to get me involved." -"I’m sure dad would agree." +"I'm sure dad would agree." -"Please, tell me he doesn’t know anything about your drug dealing," +"Please, tell me he doesn't know anything about your drug dealing," admonished Piro. "Relax," said Ricky, flicking his cigarette over the hood of the -Impala."He’s in Japan." +Impala."He's in Japan." "The man has full-clearance access to the mesh, Rick." Piro made a -face at him, emphasizing the obvious conclusion."If he hasn’t already -involved himself in this scheme it probably just means you haven’t +face at him, emphasizing the obvious conclusion."If he hasn't already +involved himself in this scheme it probably just means you haven't been paying close enough attention to the books." -"I resent that," said Ricky."We’ve spent a lot of money on +"I resent that," said Ricky."We've spent a lot of money on accountants." New York. @@ -6014,9 +5719,9 @@ had stayed behind in L.A., in order to keep an eye on the business. Someone had to do it, he had said. Consequently, Piro had been able to claim most of the 61st floor for himself. Just like old times. In point of fact, some of his old gear from the 1960s was still locked up -in the building’s armory. +in the building's armory. -As Piro’s gaze drifted across the city below, he wondered if Thomas +As Piro's gaze drifted across the city below, he wondered if Thomas was aware that he had burned up the remainder of his fuel in the process of getting them back to 1986. As a result, the RAGNAROK was parked indefinitely within the present temporal frame. Its percept @@ -6041,15 +5746,13 @@ the wall of the observation deck. Before he new it, he was once again repelling down the side of the Chrysler Building. This familiar action pleased him, and he accelerated with deliberate speed. -The fading sun reflected at right angles against the skyscraper’s face +The fading sun reflected at right angles against the skyscraper's face as Piro descended its smooth, featureless surface, pacing himself to the rhythm of the city. Down, down, down. -PIECES OF FILTH - -tags: 1886, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold +PIECES OF FILTH tags: 1886, haus_mold, jerrymander_mold Haus was down. Jerrymander sank backwards into the wagon and hugged his satchel. The Mold family backups. @@ -6060,7 +5763,7 @@ Haus. He would be useless for at least another hour. The Secret Service detail had vanished into the brush. These fools worshiped a blank sheet of paper. Any blank sheet of -paper. Considered them sacred. That’s why they didn’t like it when +paper. Considered them sacred. That's why they didn't like it when you filled them with words. And Jerrymander Mold had gotten an awful lot of ink. According to the @@ -6068,12 +5771,12 @@ Blanks (as they were known), excess quantities of pulp were spoiled disseminating the tales of his exploits. Naturally, such tended to happen when you were the President of the United States, but the Blanks refused to abide the extraordinary circumstances. The simple -inevitability of the press’ fascination with power was considered, by +inevitability of the press' fascination with power was considered, by their stubborn, peculiar order, to be no excuse. They declared Jerrymander responsible for the destruction of the 25 lb., white bond industry. The market had proven incapable of fulfilling wartime demand. Therefore, President Mold, as the dominant public figure of -the war, was obviously to blame for the industry’s collapse. +the war, was obviously to blame for the industry's collapse. Haus had uncovered only minimal data on their rituals, but it had been enough to put the fear of the Green into Jerrymander. By his @@ -6111,19 +5814,19 @@ wagon, all the while cursing the name of the Green. kill me just because I find it insensible to worship reams of tractor-feed printer paper." -"It’s amazing they’ve tolerated you for so long." +"It's amazing they've tolerated you for so long." -Jerrymander threw up his hands."They’re a guerrilla force. The +Jerrymander threw up his hands."They're a guerrilla force. The Federal government is fat and slow. Furthermore, the recalcitrant aesthetic appeals to the mainstream. These are not the ingredients of an Administration victory." The horses were tired. Haus decided that the wagon could afford to -stay put until morning, even in its disadvantaged position. He’d -finally gotten the shields up and running. At first light he’d try to +stay put until morning, even in its disadvantaged position. He'd +finally gotten the shields up and running. At first light he'd try to track down the awol SS men, while Jerrymander made a beeline for the Continuity of Government bunker thirty miles to the north. The -President would be safe there, provided he didn’t run into any more +President would be safe there, provided he didn't run into any more Blanks along the way. They divided the backups between themselves according to family @@ -6150,7 +5853,7 @@ a pale, greenish hue. He fancied he could make out some meaningful pattern in the mesh of interlocking pixels. The whole enterprise brought to mind Penrose tiles. He felt that there must be some significance to the display -that he couldn’t quite grasp. Even in his dream he was frustrated +that he couldn't quite grasp. Even in his dream he was frustrated that the solution seemed to languish just out of reach. Jerrymander awoke with a crick in his neck. He ran some diagnostics @@ -6167,67 +5870,52 @@ yanked on the reigns. The horses roused groggily to cruise velocity. As the wagon drug forward, each horse evacuated its bowels, one after the other, in an alternating pattern of green and brown. -The dust of the trail caught in Jerrymander’s teeth. His grimace felt +The dust of the trail caught in Jerrymander's teeth. His grimace felt permanent, fixed in place. He was embarrassed to admit that the smell of the horses bothered him. -DESCENT OF MIND +DESCENT OF MIND tags: 1985, albert_lunsford, ian_kenny, saito -tags: 1985, albert_lunsford, ian_kenny, saito - -Saito: - -I write to you with news of Albert’s worsening condition. - -One moment he is digressing about Kant and the next he has picked up a +Saito: I write to you with news of Albert's worsening condition. One +moment he is digressing about Kant and the next he has picked up a kitchen appliance and is bashing himself in the face. I am increasingly frightened that he will do irreparable damage to himself. -When I’m not around, he calls me almost every day. But I cannot -answer his calls anymoreâ•”not for any lack of sympathy, understand, -but for time. After five minutes he forgets he’s called and tries to -call again. This can go on for hours. I think it matters very little -whether I answer or not, as he won’t remember either way. In spite of -my fears for his safety, I really don’t think my presence or my words +When I'm not around, he calls me almost every day. But I cannot +answer his calls anymore­not for any lack of sympathy, understand, but +for time. After five minutes he forgets he's called and tries to call +again. This can go on for hours. I think it matters very little +whether I answer or not, as he won't remember either way. In spite of +my fears for his safety, I really don't think my presence or my words mitigate the danger. When I do answer, speaking to him meaningfully -is an occluded impossibility, as he rarely understands what I’m trying +is an occluded impossibility, as he rarely understands what I'm trying to say. He seems to be losing comprehension of even simple language. I now manage his percept from remote with an automated script. The program runs continuously, even when I am otherwise preoccupied. I -check the log messages most mornings. - -I still visit him once a week and help him arrange his grocery -deliveries, medications, and so on. He is no longer capable of caring -for himself in essential matters. I have to put his hand on the -pressure screen at the appropriate times. His notebooks have -degenerated, devolved over time into page upon page of scratches, -really nothing more than dots and dashes. I don’t believe he is -writing in Morse code. He doesn’t even attempt to draw anymore. The -systems in his apartment could take care of all his basic needs, but I -am reluctant to cut off contact on account of his obvious loneliness. -He has begun to confuse me with members of his family who are long -dead. - -My understanding is that your work has taken a turn towards success, -as of late, and that the advances you are making every day may be of -some benefit to Albert. Things used make sense to him, Saito. To us. - -In spite of our earlier discussion on these matters, I must appeal to -you yet again to reconsider your blunt rejection of his case. Surely -you have some leeway in who you treat. Won’t you please try to help -him, if you are able. - -I implore you, Saito. - -Ian Kenny +check the log messages most mornings. I still visit him once a week +and help him arrange his grocery deliveries, medications, and so on. +He is no longer capable of caring for himself in essential matters. I +have to put his hand on the pressure screen at the appropriate times. +His notebooks have degenerated, devolved over time into page upon page +of scratches, really nothing more than dots and dashes. I don't +believe he is writing in Morse code. He doesn't even attempt to draw +anymore. The systems in his apartment could take care of all his +basic needs, but I am reluctant to cut off contact on account of his +obvious loneliness. He has begun to confuse me with members of his +family who are long dead. My understanding is that your work has +taken a turn towards success, as of late, and that the advances you +are making every day may be of some benefit to Albert. Things used +make sense to him, Saito. To us. In spite of our earlier discussion +on these matters, I must appeal to you yet again to reconsider your +blunt rejection of his case. Surely you have some leeway in who you +treat. Won't you please try to help him, if you are able. I implore +you, Saito. Ian Kenny END BOOK TWO BOOK THREE -NANA.TECH - -tags: 1928, nana_mold, plinth_mold +NANA.TECH tags: 1928, nana_mold, plinth_mold Diagoro relaxed his stance only a little as Grandma hobbled over to the cupboard. By the Orb on the kitchen counter, he could see that @@ -6239,11 +5927,11 @@ gradually bled into her face, and she settled back down into her slippers, returning to the cupboard as the black tide line in each porcelain vessel miscegenated with 2% milk. -"There’s really not time for this, Nana," Diagoro breathed thickly. +"There's really not time for this, Nana," Diagoro breathed thickly. -"You just close your ill-filtering little mouth. You’ll eat this and -you’ll like it. And then we can go and put down your little foreign -barbarian whore or whoever it is this time and I’ll wear a smile for +"You just close your ill-filtering little mouth. You'll eat this and +you'll like it. And then we can go and put down your little foreign +barbarian whore or whoever it is this time and I'll wear a smile for you then." Grandma pressed brittle hands into her apron, smearing grease from her @@ -6253,17 +5941,15 @@ that he was a Mold. For now, she simply said: -"I’m going to shoot this bitch myself." +"I'm going to shoot this bitch myself." -STARTING THEM YOUNG - -tags: 1935, nana_mold, plinth_mold +STARTING THEM YOUNG tags: 1935, nana_mold, plinth_mold Tomorrow is a holiday, but today is not. My parents are both at work, -and I’m stuck here at the babysitter’s house, sitting out the two or -three or four hours that I’ll be trapped in this room, lying on my +and I'm stuck here at the babysitter's house, sitting out the two or +three or four hours that I'll be trapped in this room, lying on my pallet, dreaming without sleep about every possible other thing I -could be doing with my time. I don’t know why she locks me in here. +could be doing with my time. I don't know why she locks me in here. Granny is not really my grandmother. But that does not keep her from closing me up into the spare bedroom after lunch, leaving me there @@ -6271,23 +5957,23 @@ until shortly before my parents arrive to take me home. What am I meant to be doing, during all of this time? Granny has not been forthcoming on the subject. -Today’s focus is a new assortment of military adventure toys. +Today's focus is a new assortment of military adventure toys. Specifically, the pre-visualization of a flying machine whose swept -wings must be made to contract upon the release of a certain -switchâ•”I presume to be located somewhere along the aircraft’s aft -fuselage. I’m having a bit of trouble figuring out precisely how the -wing mechanism will work. Something to do with strings or wires of -some sort, all obfuscated from the child/operator. The picture is as -yet fuzzy... +wings must be made to contract upon the release of a certain switch­I +presume to be located somewhere along the aircraft's aft fuselage. +I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out precisely how the wing +mechanism will work. Something to do with strings or wires of some +sort, all obfuscated from the child/operator. The picture is as yet +fuzzy... Also up for review is a full-size, realistic combat uniform, infused with what I will for marketing purposes refer to as"the scent of battle." These two ideas should tide me over until the big door -unlocks, clicks open at around four o’clock. If I concentrate upon +unlocks, clicks open at around four o'clock. If I concentrate upon this pair of images intently enough, conceive of them in great enough -detail, covering every possible feature, I am convincedâ•”no, I am -certain â•”that they will have materialized in my bedroom closet by -the time I get home. It is not clear why I choose to believe in this +detail, covering every possible feature, I am convinced­no, I am +certain ­that they will have materialized in my bedroom closet by the +time I get home. It is not clear why I choose to believe in this notion, but I confess that I do. I suppose such activity amuses me. Consider my age. @@ -6305,26 +5991,26 @@ as if no auditory phenomena were taking place. All is calm. "Homeless guy wearing a brand new 8-ball jacket." -That, I’m sorry to admit, tears it. I have finally had enough. I +That, I'm sorry to admit, tears it. I have finally had enough. I straighten myself and reply: -"Little cutie screams as she gets drilled on her new boss’ desk. +"Little cutie screams as she gets drilled on her new boss' desk. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? May I proceed now?" I have prepared myself for a dramatic pause, but the voices promptly dissolve into a perfect silence. Indeed, one could almost be lulled into sleep in this quiet. Would that all of my projects could be -undertaken in such sublime stillness. I’m quite certain that the +undertaken in such sublime stillness. I'm quite certain that the balance of my output would yield a sharp increase in quality. -"Now," I think to myself,"Let’s get back to work." +"Now," I think to myself,"Let's get back to work." Before long, the voices are at it again. "Innocent Gays getting modernistic IT anally." -This time, I don’t even dignify the disruption with a response. Why -do they bother? I’m simply not interested. +This time, I don't even dignify the disruption with a response. Why +do they bother? I'm simply not interested. And yet, I have to admit that the voices have once again succeeded in distracting my attention. Remarkable, these recent advances in advert @@ -6336,16 +6022,16 @@ sorting the myriad variety of colored pellets into the concave depressions of her tray. Her eyes caress me with warm approval as I accept the arrangement of doses and commence popping pills. -"You were diddling yourself in here again, weren’t you, Plinth." +"You were diddling yourself in here again, weren't you, Plinth." -"No," I say."You’re hearing things, old woman." +"No," I say."You're hearing things, old woman." -I think she is smiling at me but it’s difficult to tell because she is +I think she is smiling at me but it's difficult to tell because she is so old that her face appears quite wrinkled even when she is asleep, or watching her programs on telescreen. Is that a smile, or is it merely the untreated cracking of leather? -I assume she was joking, that she didn’t actually see me with my hands +I assume she was joking, that she didn't actually see me with my hands in my pants. There. Now I am certain she is smiling. This is preposterous. As if @@ -6355,13 +6041,9 @@ I am tired. Much too tired to continue. Where are my parents? -That’s all for today, Diary. +That's all for today, Diary. EOF -EOF - -AWAKENING THE SELF - -tags: 1944, plinth_mold +AWAKENING THE SELF tags: 1944, plinth_mold If there is a test, chances are he will pass. But he is never quite sure if he really understands the answers, or if he has merely derived @@ -6371,7 +6053,7 @@ knows? This problem of knowledge goes deeper for him (he suspects) than for any of the other boys; he is certain that the others are secure both in their answers and in the thoughts which (he is also certain) inform them. Much unlike himself, unfortunately. What good -is the right answer if it still doesn’t make any sense? +is the right answer if it still doesn't make any sense? He is provided a worksheet. On it are inscribed a series of symbols he does not understand. Above the symbols are situated photographs of @@ -6390,7 +6072,7 @@ Most of them are dumbfounded. Discarding their worksheets, the children proceed to enact a miniature, organized conflict. They count off into strike teams, execute insurgencies, repel counter-insurgencies, invade and defend arbitrarily defined -territories within the room’s finite perimeter. It is clear to Plinth +territories within the room's finite perimeter. It is clear to Plinth that they have all but forgotten the problem on the worksheet. Had the exercise confounded them all the same way? Each of the boys, including Plinth himself, have only just turned sixteen. So, some @@ -6415,7 +6097,7 @@ well-stocked with childish trifles. Plinth notes that these trinkets are of the exact type the boys had been clamoring for, only moments before. Carefully, he retreats into a corner, near an air vent, and divests his pocket of the purloined contraband. The cool, -manufactured air of the building’s circulation system envelopes his +manufactured air of the building's circulation system envelopes his hands and face as he crouches above the illicit cargo, squinting at the various inscriptions etched into the reverse-side of each item. @@ -6432,8 +6114,8 @@ The doctor with the big hands is the first to address him directly. "One of your pockets looks rather larger than the other one, Plinth." -"Yes," the second man joins in,"The way they’re making trousers these -days, it’s a wonder you can even maintain your balance when you try to +"Yes," the second man joins in,"The way they're making trousers these +days, it's a wonder you can even maintain your balance when you try to walk." Plinth:"Born this way, actually. My gait is lopsided." @@ -6447,7 +6129,7 @@ his colleague. "You can read?" both of them say in unison. Now they take turns shaking their heads, greatly amused for some reason. -"Duh, jackasses," Plinth says, rolling his eyes."I’m not a little +"Duh, jackasses," Plinth says, rolling his eyes."I'm not a little kid." Plinth is once again removed from the waiting room. @@ -6457,7 +6139,7 @@ Before he can be cut, he must first be made to understand. The origin of the procedure is by now lost to history. For his part, Plinth knows enough about the rite of manhood to suspect what comes -next. He has also finally deduced the purpose of today’s exercise in +next. He has also finally deduced the purpose of today's exercise in the waiting room; he is astonished at the transparent nature of the deception. Even more astonishing is the fact that he fell for the ruse on the first try. Doubtless, Grandma was somehow involved. @@ -6486,7 +6168,7 @@ vigorously into his mouth. Swallows. Much to his dismay, the gambit is unsuccessful. -The Mold awareness slowly seeps back into Plinth’s consciousness. At +The Mold awareness slowly seeps back into Plinth's consciousness. At first he is beside himself; these men have just mutilated his stick. Then he recalls the purpose of the ritual. Presently, he recalls his past life as Haus Mold. He knows now what he must do next. @@ -6502,26 +6184,24 @@ the examination table and begins to search for an exit. There is much work to be done. -IT’S ALL POLITICS +IT'S ALL POLITICS tags: 1965, plinth_mold, potus, tab1, the_chief -tags: 1965, plinth_mold, potus, tab1, the_chief - -"What do you mean he ’runs plastics?’" the Chief snarled, +"What do you mean he'runs plastics?'" the Chief snarled, incredulously. -"Just that. There’s no record of him after 1928, and then all of a -sudden this falls into my lap. Somehow, he’s taken control of half +"Just that. There's no record of him after 1928, and then all of a +sudden this falls into my lap. Somehow, he's taken control of half the toy manufacturing in America." Thomas Bright, Sr. adjusted his cap. -"And you’re sure it’s the same guy?" asked the Chief. +"And you're sure it's the same guy?" asked the Chief. -"Proof’s in the paperwork. Same investment patterns." +"Proof's in the paperwork. Same investment patterns." -"But technically it’s a different name." +"But technically it's a different name." -"They’re all Molds though, aren’t they." +"They're all Molds though, aren't they." "True that." @@ -6530,13 +6210,13 @@ the end of his nose. Not much in the paper. Maude. Oh, Maude. -Of course, this wasn’t really his Maude. Generations had passed. +Of course, this wasn't really his Maude. Generations had passed. Their children had spawned children of their own. This girl... Was probably his great great granddaughter. No matter, the Molds had always kept it in the family. -Plinth Mold hadn’t made love since 1888. +Plinth Mold hadn't made love since 1888. He lit his pipe. @@ -6551,14 +6231,14 @@ Thomas threw back the flap of his tepee and climbed out. The cold air burned his lungs, going down. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. -"Violet!" he yelled, carelessly."When’s dad coming home?" +"Violet!" he yelled, carelessly."When's dad coming home?" "Never!" Violet called back. -Thomas flicked his cigarette into the open flap of Violet’s tent and +Thomas flicked his cigarette into the open flap of Violet's tent and wandered off towards the creek, where he could urinate in peace. -An alarm sounded on the Chief’s desk. He scanned the incoming message +An alarm sounded on the Chief's desk. He scanned the incoming message and reacted instantaneously, barking commands into his commlink even before he had fully depressed the trigger. @@ -6570,34 +6250,32 @@ worked. He knew that their discussion had ended, for the time being, on account of the incoming message. Still, the situation with the Molds would have to be addressed, sooner or later. -"I’m sorry, Tom, we’re going to have to postpone this until tomorrow +"I'm sorry, Tom, we're going to have to postpone this until tomorrow morning. The President seems to think that current developments within Project: BLUEBIRD should take precedence over our investigation into the Mold situation." -Thomas smiled on the inside. The Chief’s sarcasm in the face of +Thomas smiled on the inside. The Chief's sarcasm in the face of absolute authority delighted his sense of rebellious individuality. Naturally, he would never reveal such degeneracy to his superior. -"I understand, sir. It’s all politics." +"I understand, sir. It's all politics." The Chief listened to his earpiece for a moment and then glanced over at Thomas and mimed jerking off with his hand. Thomas nodded and showed himself out of the room. -TRADE - -tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief +TRADE tags: 1960, margaret, tab1, tab2, the_chief The men in the street shifted uncomfortably as Thomas threaded between them, calling out user IDs and lot numbers as he went. Many were unaccustomed to such face-to-face business dealings, and they bristled at the close contact. -In point of fact, the vocal identification and interplay wasn’t -strictly necessaryâ•”the visor was picking out each recipient quite -efficiently, on its ownâ•”but Thomas liked to talk to people. As he +In point of fact, the vocal identification and interplay wasn't +strictly necessary­the visor was picking out each recipient quite +efficiently, on its own­but Thomas liked to talk to people. As he made eye contact with each man, he pushed a box into their hands and made a point of thanking them for their patronage. Thomas believed that the human touch created a connection between himself and his @@ -6612,18 +6290,18 @@ solemn portrait in charcoal, crouched in wool jacket and trousers, gazing fixedly over his clutch of papers. Every so often, the gritting of teeth could be heard above the din as someone discovered that he would not be the next to take delivery of his winnings. For -most in the line, this day’s auction had been a final, go-for-broke +most in the line, this day's auction had been a final, go-for-broke grasp at obtaining a user account on the old pressure screen grid. Securing an account meant the guarantee of employment. Recently, a blanket freeze had been declared. No more new accounts would be created before the end of the year. This unexpected policy was instituted uniformly across all nodes, effective immediately. -Thomas ignored his visor’s display and ran the figures in his head as +Thomas ignored his visor's display and ran the figures in his head as he negotiated the sorry gallery of drooping faces. At two hundred thousand dollars per, his deliveries were netting an even million on a good day. This was not to mention the substantial commissions he -would claim from brokering his customers’ login applications. In this +would claim from brokering his customers' login applications. In this way, he netted rather a lot of money in rather a short period of time. Each infusion of cash compounded with his previous earnings, snowballing out of all rational control. It occurred to him at times @@ -6639,7 +6317,7 @@ rock must first be cracked in two. Thomas considered the sorry status of his customers. Was the competence of others truly so discouraging, such a disheartening -exhibition as to obliterate one’s own will to succeed? Or were these +exhibition as to obliterate one's own will to succeed? Or were these men simply too lazy to break open their respective rocks? Thomas could see no profit in answering the question. @@ -6647,19 +6325,19 @@ Thomas could see no profit in answering the question. Thomas drifted towards a random squatter and tossed a five thousand dollar chip into his can. He corrected himself at once, retrieving the chip to wipe its memory. After a few seconds erasing, Thomas -tossed it back into the squatter’s lap. The unfortunate man, who had +tossed it back into the squatter's lap. The unfortunate man, who had obviously not won any auctions that day, did not look up from his leather-bound copy of DIANETICS. -Comfort yourself as you’re able, Thomas thought to himself. +Comfort yourself as you're able, Thomas thought to himself. Sensing his presence, the book spun up its standard solicitation. -"I just took a shit the size of a baby’s arm," it read aloud. +"I just took a shit the size of a baby's arm," it read aloud. Disabused of his altruism, Thomas returned to his work. -By now, then, the men to Thomas’ left had all taken on a greenish +By now, then, the men to Thomas' left had all taken on a greenish pallor. This indicated that their parcels had already been delivered. Thomas wheeled his cart around and headed in the opposite direction. The men on the other end of the street were still tinted red. One by @@ -6682,19 +6360,19 @@ The man on the curb explained to Thomas that his delivery had arrived in unsatisfactory condition. While the outer surfaces of the parcel appeared to be intact, upon opening the box the man had found nothing but charred, broken fragments and a handful of dust. (This, Thomas -surmised, derived from the explosion of the device’s power source +surmised, derived from the explosion of the device's power source whilst in transit.) A scent reminiscent of mashed potatoes wafted -itself into Thomas’ nostrils. +itself into Thomas' nostrils. The man had worked himself into an unfriendly humor. He demanded an immediate replacement for the item, and/or the immediate refund of the full bid amount into his account. As Thomas looked on, the man proceeded to type a complaint into his leaf, which shortly caused his tint to shift from orange to bright yellow. Simultaneously, a soft -tone chimed in Thomas’ ear. +tone chimed in Thomas' ear. Thomas considered the situation. When the customer had submitted his -complaint, a hold would have been placed upon Thomas’ account for a +complaint, a hold would have been placed upon Thomas' account for a corresponding price of the item (minus auction fees, etc.), pending the satisfactory resolution of the buyer dispute. The onus had now shifted to Thomas to provide a valid serial number and delivery @@ -6711,7 +6389,7 @@ put him in mind of paper currency. He mulled over suggesting a historical working. Small, rectangular pieces of paper could be collected into an animal leather pouch, then transmitted surreptitiously via occult arm/hand gestures. Traditionally, the -procedure had been known put a disgruntled customer’s mind at ease. +procedure had been known put a disgruntled customer's mind at ease. But the notion was laughable. Juvenile. A valid debt could not be satisfied with trinkets and scraps of paper. He wiped the condensation from his visor and likewise sharpened his mental focus. @@ -6724,23 +6402,23 @@ bike to commiserate with his complaining customer. The two men now stood completely alone at the curb. The street had cleared of punters. -The unhappy customer’s expression registered extreme dissatisfaction, -no doubt exacerbated by the evening’s steadily steepening thermal +The unhappy customer's expression registered extreme dissatisfaction, +no doubt exacerbated by the evening's steadily steepening thermal incline. Thomas considered how difficult it would be to setup a new delivery account, to find another corner to service, to arrange the dispersal of hundreds of thousands of dollars for yet another intermediary -service to accredit is account. He then resumed his customer’s +service to accredit is account. He then resumed his customer's tightly focused, accusatory stare. It was true the man could almost be said to look pregnant. The customer continued to grimace from -behind his parcel’s charred, blackened box flaps. +behind his parcel's charred, blackened box flaps. Maybe he had needed that armor for something more important than simply completing a collection. Without warning, Thomas suddenly snatched the ruined box from the -man’s hands and hurled it to the ground. He punched the man in the +man's hands and hurled it to the ground. He punched the man in the jaw and then mounted his bike, adjusted his visor for night vision, and pedaled away at top speed. As he had feared, the ambient temperature was rapidly approaching dangerous levels. @@ -6750,9 +6428,9 @@ that he had dropped his login chit. The man on the curb wobbled uncertainly. He touched his hand to his face several times, confirming the integrity of his jaw line. He then -stooped to retrieve Thomas’ chit. +stooped to retrieve Thomas' chit. -Thomas observed his customer’s activity from a safe distance. He felt +Thomas observed his customer's activity from a safe distance. He felt some disappointment at the loss of his credentials, but he was glad to see that his customer had survived the transaction. In any case, his account was irretrievably lost. He would have to register all over @@ -6763,7 +6441,7 @@ home. On balance, he concluded that he could afford to laugh. His customer was in for a surprise, if ever he attempted to join the ranks of -freelance sellers. In today’s economy, selling was not nearly as easy +freelance sellers. In today's economy, selling was not nearly as easy as buying. Honest work had proven to yield diminishing returns. Thomas recognized in himself the stirrings of a terminal pessimism. @@ -6778,12 +6456,10 @@ He had to make a go of this. Thomas calculated the remainder of his savings and selected a blank sheet of paper from his binder. -NEW SENTENCES - -tags: 1982, 1986, tab1, tab2, the_chief +NEW SENTENCES tags: 1982, 1986, tab1, tab2, the_chief Eyes burnt out. Almost awake. Vanishing act. Breathing late. -Ringing sound. Mild discomfort. Feels like I’m wearing a restroom +Ringing sound. Mild discomfort. Feels like I'm wearing a restroom napkin. Tuning three stations at once in my left ear. The other is numb. Everything is back and forth. Fluorescents blink and convince me otherwise. Smooth, cold and dusty in places. Smell is shrink wrap @@ -6795,21 +6471,21 @@ warmer than dish water. Cut with a razor. Tied. Comforting, now. Soft cotton blankets. Lukewarm relax. Taking off the restroom napkins. Softer sheets beneath me. Dermal abrasion. Folded towel on my forehead. More tying. A small pricking. Indistinct murmuring in -my ear and then more shouting. I’m drifting. Quieter voices. Mother +my ear and then more shouting. I'm drifting. Quieter voices. Mother is not holding me. "Sounds like the diary of a heroin addict," said the Chief. I laughed. -"Surprising lucidity. My boy is a born writer. I doubt I’d be +"Surprising lucidity. My boy is a born writer. I doubt I'd be coherent enough to recount the experience." -"Yeah, I’ve tried to read your reports." +"Yeah, I've tried to read your reports." We had needed a willing guinea pig. -The lawyers wouldn’t even consider writing up our memo unless one of +The lawyers wouldn't even consider writing up our memo unless one of us was willing to undergo the procedure, to prove it was safe. I suggested we get new lawyers. That got some laughs. @@ -6818,14 +6494,14 @@ Then I suggested Tommy. "But will he do it?" the Chief had asked. -"You’d better believe it," I assured him. +"You'd better believe it," I assured him. -Of course, it wasn’t quite so simple. I hadn’t even spoken to the boy +Of course, it wasn't quite so simple. I hadn't even spoken to the boy in a number of years. He never seemed to be available when I called. In the end we had had to extract him from his place of employment. Forcibly. -He just wouldn’t cooperate. Even after my men identified themselves +He just wouldn't cooperate. Even after my men identified themselves as Federal agents. Which they never, ever do. (I had given them some leeway to bend the rules. After all, this was my son we were talking about.) @@ -6843,15 +6519,15 @@ The whole operation would have been worse than useless. I had had to proceed under a cloak of anonymity. -I hadn’t anticipated that he would figure it out so quickly. +I hadn't anticipated that he would figure it out so quickly. After he was released, I received an e-mail from him. Short, but it was him. Seems he regretted having gone through the experience. -Asked me not to contact him again. Ever. It wasn’t signed (in fact, +Asked me not to contact him again. Ever. It wasn't signed (in fact, it arrived as a message sent from my own account). But I know for a fact it was him. -Shouldn’t have been such a big deal. +Shouldn't have been such a big deal. He had been through the training. He was qualified. Obligated, even. @@ -6861,19 +6537,17 @@ He always was a complainer. 1986. -Woke up this morning. Got a call from Piro. What’s he doing back in +Woke up this morning. Got a call from Piro. What's he doing back in the country? I was going to say I should let Tommy know, but then I remembered, -he’s still upset with me. +he's still upset with me. -I’ll give him a few more years. +I'll give him a few more years. -He’ll cool off, eventually. +He'll cool off, eventually. -PERIOD DRAMA - -tags: 1985, b_errol_royale, chuck_fraud, the_director +PERIOD DRAMA tags: 1985, b_errol_royale, chuck_fraud, the_director Chuck Fraud loaded his pen. @@ -6883,21 +6557,21 @@ tumbling into his basket. At the register he pulled out his pen and started to write a check. -"What are you, Abraham Lincoln?" the cashier said,"You can’t write a +"What are you, Abraham Lincoln?" the cashier said,"You can't write a check here." -"What, my money’s not good enough for you?" +"What, my money's not good enough for you?" -"No, sir, it’s not. In fact, where did you find an ink pen, anyway?" +"No, sir, it's not. In fact, where did you find an ink pen, anyway?" Chuck Fraud was taken aback by this. How audacious. And no regard for history. -"Sonâ•”" +"Son­" -"Cut!" cried the Director."I still don’t feel good about this scene. -Some of the details just don’t read as authentic. And I don’t like -this conveyor belt. I don’t remember electronics stores looking like +"Cut!" cried the Director."I still don't feel good about this scene. +Some of the details just don't read as authentic. And I don't like +this conveyor belt. I don't remember electronics stores looking like this." He looked down and then spoke into his Arrow shirtsleeve. @@ -6911,7 +6585,7 @@ director. People continued to swarm around him, but still the Expert was not present. The Director consulted his shirtsleeve again and then peered into his -lap at his leaf. He’d research this himself. He tapped two distinct +lap at his leaf. He'd research this himself. He tapped two distinct regions in sequence and then furrowed his brow as his eyes strained to follow the changes. @@ -6923,25 +6597,25 @@ tumbling into his basket. Pushed the basket up to the register. Starting filling out a check. -"I’ll need to see your identoplate," the cashier interrupted. +"I'll need to see your identoplate," the cashier interrupted. "What kind of scam is this?" asked Chuck Fraud. -"Sir, you can’t pay with paperâ•”" +"Sir, you can't pay with paper­" "Cut!" screamed the Director, finally making himself hoarse. This time, the Expert was on hand. -"This sequence just isn’t working. I’m sort of re-writing it blind -here; I don’t know if the original screenplay was pecked out at random +"This sequence just isn't working. I'm sort of re-writing it blind +here; I don't know if the original screenplay was pecked out at random by amphetamine-soaked apes or if this was something originally -intended for telescreen. Either way, it’s shit. This retail +intended for telescreen. Either way, it's shit. This retail environment is in no way authentic. The transaction particulars are also inaccurate. If I remember this stuff, you know the viewers are -going to remember it. We’ve got to do something about it." +going to remember it. We've got to do something about it." -"I’ll see what I can come up with," confirmed the Expert, before +"I'll see what I can come up with," confirmed the Expert, before darting between some interns and vacating the sound stage. Errol Royale fingered a business card from the top of his deck. It @@ -6952,21 +6626,19 @@ contour of his trousers. Royale flashed on one Chuck P. Fraud and made a bee-line for him, parting the sea of aimless consumers by waving his business card in front of his face like a butterfly knife. Fraud responded, naturally -enough, by shifting his weight and attacking Royale’s midsection, +enough, by shifting his weight and attacking Royale's midsection, using the point formed by his knuckles to radiate a signal of pain -throughout the taller man’s ribcageâ•” +throughout the taller man's ribcage­ "Cut," breathed the Director. He paused to draw in more air before continuing. -"I think I’m going to give up on this scene. I no longer care how +"I think I'm going to give up on this scene. I no longer care how Fraud gets into the military. We just have to make it believable when -he starts picking off Congressmen. Let’s move on to the next page." +he starts picking off Congressmen. Let's move on to the next page." -THE MOLDS - -tags: 1975, jonathan, plinth_mold, reginald +THE MOLDS tags: 1975, jonathan, plinth_mold, reginald The man from downstairs would appear every evening at 7:00 p.m., ready to collect the wax sculpts. He would take them down to the @@ -6974,16 +6646,16 @@ manufacturing floor where they would be cast as first shot test molds, and be then put through several short production runs. Gently, the man would scoop up each figure and place it onto his tray. He would then push his cart along to the next desk. This cycle iterated, every -evening of every season, without fail. By autumn, the company’s lead +evening of every season, without fail. By autumn, the company's lead design team would complete a fresh collection of figurines. -Jonathan’s team had never failed the company. +Jonathan's team had never failed the company. Motioning to the man with the cart, then towards an array of already assembled parts that were spread out on the table before him, Jonathan presented the work that had most recently occupied his attention. The -wheels of the man’s cart emitted a cantankerous noise and shortly -began to roll again, this time in the direction of Jonathan’s work +wheels of the man's cart emitted a cantankerous noise and shortly +began to roll again, this time in the direction of Jonathan's work area. From out of nowhere, Plinth Mold tramped into the room. He shook the @@ -6998,14 +6670,14 @@ now. Plinth removed his eye patch, revealing the smooth, concave surface where an eye socket should have been situated, had Plinth been born of -a mere human woman. Squinting, he proceeded to inspect Jonathan’s +a mere human woman. Squinting, he proceeded to inspect Jonathan's most recent achievements. The first sculpt seemed to captivate, singularly, and he hoisted it up into the light, the better to examine its particulars. His weight shifted forward and his mouth produced a vaguely appreciative grunt. His one good eye rapidly alternated its focus for several seconds, comparing his favorite figure to the other -wax artworks arranged haphazardly across Jonathan’s table. It was -clear from these physical perturbations that, in Plinth’s opinion, +wax artworks arranged haphazardly across Jonathan's table. It was +clear from these physical perturbations that, in Plinth's opinion, none of the other figures measured up to the one he held clenched in his leather-gloved hand. @@ -7015,44 +6687,44 @@ and pulled the drawstring closed. "Our style of working will seem less threatening, in retrospect," he remarked. -"Who’s threatened?" Jonathan tended to humor the aging businessman his +"Who's threatened?" Jonathan tended to humor the aging businessman his eccentricities, but he sensed that he was being mocked. Plinth (indicating the sculpt that had captured his interest):"I shall require more figures in this vein. Yes. Similar, I think, if not identical, to this one." -Jonathan:"But I’ve completed a whole series of designs. Here, just -take a look at these other modelsâ•”" +Jonathan:"But I've completed a whole series of designs. Here, just +take a look at these other models­" "I will require only the Asiatics," insisted Plinth, expertly -maneuvering past Jonathan’s pointlessly extended hand. +maneuvering past Jonathan's pointlessly extended hand. -"You aim to pick and choose between the Lord’s handiwork?" demanded +"You aim to pick and choose between the Lord's handiwork?" demanded Jonathan, a surprising wave of anger suddenly breaching the surface of his pink face. "A man must content himself with the time that he has been allotted," quoted Plinth,"...and so divide his attentions accordingly." -Plinth paused, waiting for Jonathan’s mind to catch up with his ears. +Plinth paused, waiting for Jonathan's mind to catch up with his ears. "It should also be pointed out that you have come perilously close to conflating yourself with the Lord our God. A most unusual lapse, for a young man of your background." This led to silence. Plinth knew quite well which switches he was -throwing within the young lad’s mind. +throwing within the young lad's mind. Jonathan considered himself to be the reincarnation of a famous Green religious leader, highly revered by the people of his home country. -This quirk had been jealously concealed by Jonathan’s family, as wide +This quirk had been jealously concealed by Jonathan's family, as wide dissemination of his delusions was likely to result in ridicule, or, -even worse, excommunication from the country’s dominant religious +even worse, excommunication from the country's dominant religious order. Since no one believed his claims, there could be no defense. As time continued to elapse, Plinth wondered if perhaps he had flipped -Jonathan’s switches with an excess of vigor. +Jonathan's switches with an excess of vigor. Eventually, the young man let out his breath. Plinth winced visibly as Jonathan opened his mouth and slowly began to speak. @@ -7069,25 +6741,25 @@ so, in this more equanimous humor, would not attempt to strike him with any of the tools laid out on his workbench. Plinth hastened to remind himself that there was never a guaranteed outcome when one ventured to upset the Divine equilibrium of the religiously inclined. -He was only glad that he had not come to terminate the boy’s +He was only glad that he had not come to terminate the boy's employment. -Behind Plinth’s back, situated at the base of a far wall, a half-sized +Behind Plinth's back, situated at the base of a far wall, a half-sized door rose up from the floor. Presently, it opened, and a half-sized -man crossed over its threshold into the open air of Jonathan’s +man crossed over its threshold into the open air of Jonathan's workshop. Plinth had not come equipped to deal with multiple assailants, and so he spun around quite awkwardly to confront this lately arriving interloper. -Somewhat unexpectedly, Plinth’s plastic cloak had gathered itself +Somewhat unexpectedly, Plinth's plastic cloak had gathered itself around his ankles, on the floor, and he nearly tripped over it as he assumed the appropriate defensive posture. The man in the closet had declined to join Plinth and Jonathan in the -lounge. He claimed not to have been aware of Plinth’s arrival in the +lounge. He claimed not to have been aware of Plinth's arrival in the workshop, which seemed ordinary enough on its face, but no sane man -(in Plinth’s estimation) refused a free drink and a chance to gnaw the -ear of his employer. He would know the reason behind this man’s +(in Plinth's estimation) refused a free drink and a chance to gnaw the +ear of his employer. He would know the reason behind this man's stubborn abstinence. He demanded that the fellow explain himself, and fixed his posture to wait for an answer. The half-sized man had prepared no rebuttal, and so finally he agreed to break from his @@ -7103,8 +6775,8 @@ half-sized man. "Is it comfortable in that closet?" Plinth asked. His genuine curiosity was evident to all who were present at the table. -"I have to admit that it’s not. But my closet is still serviced by -the building’s pneumatic tube system, through which I am able to +"I have to admit that it's not. But my closet is still serviced by +the building's pneumatic tube system, through which I am able to procure my materials." "May I ask then why it is you are willing to tolerate such working @@ -7117,32 +6789,32 @@ tone. "Oh, and I suppose you find every aspect of your job to be ideal? I work from the time I wake up, straight through to the time when I fall asleep. What could be the purpose of maintaining separate quarters? -There’s nothing about where I sleep in my orders." +There's nothing about where I sleep in my orders." -"I don’t mean to rhyme..." he added. +"I don't mean to rhyme..." he added. Jonathan was again fumbling with the bristles of his beard, eyes focused upon some distant apocalypse. Reginald (for that, Plinth had -learned, was the half-sized man’s name) had performed the series of +learned, was the half-sized man's name) had performed the series of keypad exertions necessary to extend his rolling platform to roughly chair height, and so he began the process of conveying his legless body into the booth alongside his companions. For his part, Plinth -was generous enough not to remark upon Reginald’s ornate personal +was generous enough not to remark upon Reginald's ornate personal mobility carrier. Though gape at it he did. "What?" demanded Reginald. "I take it you are the man who operates the molds," whispered Plinth, -eyes fairly glazing over as he avoided focusing on Reginald’s... +eyes fairly glazing over as he avoided focusing on Reginald's... stroller. "The man who designed them. Now operates them. No one else seems to be able to get the hang of the interface." Here Jonathan interjected, reciting the well-worn narrative."The -backups of Reginald’s original designs for the molds were lost in a -catastrophic fire that cleaned out the department’s central data -center back in ’71." +backups of Reginald's original designs for the molds were lost in a +catastrophic fire that cleaned out the department's central data +center back in'71." "The company opted to rescue what was left of my code instead of what was left of my legs. And how did that work out for them?" @@ -7150,8 +6822,8 @@ was left of my legs. And how did that work out for them?" "Reginald was caught in the fire," Jonathan explained. "Falling machinery bisected me. Cut me into hemispheres. With the -loss of my templates, I’ve no way of growing a new interface. None of -the department’s people have ever been able to figure out how to run +loss of my templates, I've no way of growing a new interface. None of +the department's people have ever been able to figure out how to run the things without me." "But we get by," Jonathan insisted, realizing that Reginald was making @@ -7163,26 +6835,24 @@ for me here so that I might be close enough to the molds to lend my expertise when complex adjustments were required. Eventually, I just made the space over into an office. The molds are too expensive to replace, so this is the state of affairs until we discover how to map -the controls onto other users’ minds." +the controls onto other users' minds." "I had no idea," said Plinth, now sincerely embarrassed. Reginald inclined his head toward Jonathan and took another sip of his water. -"I tell the kid here it’s all God’s fault." +"I tell the kid here it's all God's fault." -I’LL MANAGE - -tags: 1976, maude_mold, plinth_mold +I'LL MANAGE tags: 1976, maude_mold, plinth_mold So he was unhappy, again. But when he halted to appraise the situation rationally, he found that nothing had really changed. Why, then, this morose disposition? Each season, Plinth Mold selected the action figures that would -comprise the next year’s line. He did this aloneâ•”that is, his -decision was finalâ•”because Plinth Mold knew that to consult a +comprise the next year's line. He did this alone­that is, his +decision was final­because Plinth Mold knew that to consult a committee would signal weakness to the trade press. Such fanfare had been made of his spectacular rise, his subsequent reign and famously charismatic management style, that he was wary of reversing the @@ -7197,7 +6867,7 @@ world, and he was loathe to tip it off-kilter. The problem was, finally, that these latest designs were not going to work. That is to say, Plinth could not decide between them. In years gone by such an impasse would have met with the unhesitant scrapping -of the entire lineâ•”Plinth would fire the responsible team and start +of the entire line­Plinth would fire the responsible team and start over from scratch. But it was far too late for that, this year. He would have to make a choice from amongst what had already been placed in front of him. He knew it was imperative to come to a decision, but @@ -7211,63 +6881,40 @@ superior. They all seemed to consist of roughly the same elements. Each seemed equal in merit to the next. "There is urine all over the front of this toilet," complained Maude -Mold, Plinth’s wife of some twenty-five years."Sometimes I sit down -and my pant leg touches itâ•”I can feel it." +Mold, Plinth's wife of some twenty-five years."Sometimes I sit down +and my pant leg touches it­I can feel it." -Plinth looked up from his leaf."I guess I’ll need to clean that up." +Plinth looked up from his leaf."I guess I'll need to clean that up." -"That’d be a good idea, so I don’t fucking retch." +"That'd be a good idea, so I don't fucking retch." Previous flirtations with indecision had cost Plinth an entire -season’s work. He had ended up pushing a wave of repaints into the +season's work. He had ended up pushing a wave of repaints into the stores for Redaction Day. No truly new figures for over six months. Mention of that debacle was now off-limits in staff meetings, but the dark period lingered in his memory. Fatigued, he thought to himself -that bouncing back from abject failure was a young man’s game. +that bouncing back from abject failure was a young man's game. -To All Employees: +To All Employees: Our Guiding Principles form the basis for how we +should manage our day-to-day interactions with customers and each +other. They are the unchanging foundation that supports how we +conduct ourselves everyday. Along with our Business Plan objectives +and Factors for Dominance, the Guiding Principles form the building +blocks to ensure the Figures Department and ultimately UNIVERSAL +MOLD's success. Click here to view the presentation of the month that +discusses the importance of"Hold Yourself and Others Accountable." Act +with Honesty and Integrity at All Times Exhibit a Positive Attitude +Treat Everyone with Courtesy and Respect Do What You Say You are Going +to Do Seek First to Understand Then Be Understood Communicate Clearly +and Often Inspect What You Expect Execute Flawlessly Everyday +Recognize and Encourage Continuously Hold Yourself and Others +Accountable Thank you, Plinth Mold President, UNIVERSAL MOLD -Our Guiding Principles form the basis for how we should manage our -day-to-day interactions with customers and each other. They are the -unchanging foundation that supports how we conduct ourselves everyday. -Along with our Business Plan objectives and Factors for Dominance, the -Guiding Principles form the building blocks to ensure the Figures -Department and ultimately UNIVERSAL MOLD’s success. - -Click here to view the presentation of the month that discusses the -importance of"Hold Yourself and Others Accountable." - -Act with Honesty and Integrity at All Times - -Exhibit a Positive Attitude - -Treat Everyone with Courtesy and Respect - -Do What You Say You are Going to Do - -Seek First to Understand Then Be Understood - -Communicate Clearly and Often - -Inspect What You Expect - -Execute Flawlessly Everyday - -Recognize and Encourage Continuously - -Hold Yourself and Others Accountable - -Thank you, - -Plinth Mold - -President, UNIVERSAL MOLD - -"I can’t believe I just wrote that," thought Plinth Mold."I wonder how +"I can't believe I just wrote that," thought Plinth Mold."I wonder how I would respond to a message like this, were I to receive it from my own employer." But of course, Plinth Mold did not have an employer. Had not, in fact, for some time. (Maude, it was true, was only his -wife.) He tapped the appropriate region on his leaf’s screen, causing +wife.) He tapped the appropriate region on his leaf's screen, causing his message to be sent. He hated these condescending dispatches, but this one had been necessary, something about gradated impacts that had bubbled up from Force Management, and if that were the case, it might @@ -7275,7 +6922,7 @@ as well bear his own signature instead of one belonging to some irrelevant middle manager. He sought solace through embracing the inherent nobility of his judgment, but, curiously, accepting his responsibility failed to improve his sagging mood. He still felt -blankâ•”or worse, confused. +blank­or worse, confused. "When you sit there with your pen, scratching away, it almost appears as if you have friends," allowed Maude."Your movements, these gestures @@ -7290,48 +6937,43 @@ countenance another blanket or any adjustment to the environmental controls. Perhaps he could show her the figure designs, see if she could muster a preference for one in particular. Immediately, he wondered what that would cost him in the event of an acrimonious -separation, and so he closed his mouth. He’d better just do it +separation, and so he closed his mouth. He'd better just do it himself. Like so much else. -"It’s an expensive illusion, created just for you." +"It's an expensive illusion, created just for you." There was silence, then, but he knew that he had said too much. -SHIFT! - -tags: 1981, chricton, eva, plinth_mold, tab2 - -11SEPT1981 - +SHIFT! tags: 1981, chricton, eva, plinth_mold, tab2 11SEPT1981 UNIVERSAL MOLD, NYC OFFICE Plinth Mold scrolled through the morning news and shook his head. "They make up some lie and then they get mad at you when you see -through it. Because in their mind they think they’ve crafted the +through it. Because in their mind they think they've crafted the perfect deception, which should appeal to your (perceived) faults." -"That’s pretty fucking ridiculous. Clearly they are to blame for +"That's pretty fucking ridiculous. Clearly they are to blame for their own inability to con you." "Yeah." "By the way, do you want to come in early today?" -"I’m already here, sir." +"I'm already here, sir." Plinth looked up from his leaf and saw that Thomas was indeed standing in the doorway to his office. -"Oh. So I’m not talking to you on the phone." +"Oh. So I'm not talking to you on the phone." "No, sir." -"You sound like you’re on the phone." +"You sound like you're on the phone." -"I’m not, sir." +"I'm not, sir." -"You’re sure." +"You're sure." "Yes, sir." @@ -7344,7 +6986,7 @@ World War II. Hell of a way to get your pipes cleaned." "Barbaric. And yet... Hmm. Piques the curiosity." -"I’ll say. I wonder if it hurts." +"I'll say. I wonder if it hurts." "See if you can finish up these inks before Chricton comes back from lunch." @@ -7358,7 +7000,7 @@ a 2-D mock-up for his action figures. Thomas found the whole get-up awkward, but for a paycheck he was willing to oblige. "I know this is not what we set out to do with ourselves," Thomas said -to himself as he continued to trace the lines on his screen."We’ve +to himself as he continued to trace the lines on his screen."We've allowed a number of years to slip by, and yet, no clear progress towards our goals is apparent." @@ -7369,11 +7011,11 @@ full of groceries. "That was quick." "Yes. I ran into Eva in the corridor. Relieved her of these. Here, -let’s snack while we work." +let's snack while we work." "Thoughtful of you." -"Yeah, I don’t think she was going to do anything important with all +"Yeah, I don't think she was going to do anything important with all this stuff anyway. She was covered in some kind of white powder. Just stood there while I took her groceries away from her. Distant look in her eyes." @@ -7386,28 +7028,28 @@ Both men laughed heartily. Plinth was flossing with a piece of o-ring from one of the prototype figures. -"Boss, that’s gross." +"Boss, that's gross." "Hey, all this junk is mine anyway. Keep your eyes on your own paper." -"You know, I’ve often wondered how to solve the problem of The Troll." +"You know, I've often wondered how to solve the problem of The Troll." "What the fuck is a Troll, boss?" -"I’m glad you asked. A Troll is merely someone who enters into a +"I'm glad you asked. A Troll is merely someone who enters into a discussion with the intent of disrupting the equilibrium; usually by -misrepresenting his own or others’ actual positions in favor of +misrepresenting his own or others' actual positions in favor of inflammatory rhetoric, or by the constant interjection of non sequiturs." "I see. This has to do with one of your theological speculations, -doesn’t it? Doesn’t sound like a very friendly habit, anyway." +doesn't it? Doesn't sound like a very friendly habit, anyway." -"No, the Troll isn’t a very friendly sort at all. In fact, the +"No, the Troll isn't a very friendly sort at all. In fact, the practice of Trolling is usually undertaken maliciously. Why, the history of the Green is positively peppered with examples of -individuals whoâ•”" +individuals who­" "But boss, why would someone want to do something like that? Seems counterproductive." @@ -7433,54 +7075,52 @@ The Green Consortium never issued licenses. Not to the likes of Plinth Mold. -THE SHIP +THE SHIP tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2 -tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2 +I'm watching the waves do weird things, dancing around the stuck pixel +in my visor. It's making me a little nauseous. -I’m watching the waves do weird things, dancing around the stuck pixel -in my visor. It’s making me a little nauseous. - -Piotr’s abovedecks with the boss, Plinth Mold. I really, really, -really didn’t want him to come along on this outing, but Captain -Plinth insisted. I can’t say no to him; literally. In spite of the +Piotr's abovedecks with the boss, Plinth Mold. I really, really, +really didn't want him to come along on this outing, but Captain +Plinth insisted. I can't say no to him; literally. In spite of the rumors of impending cutbacks, I need to hold onto this job for as long -as possible. There are debts to consider. And hey, it’s his boat. +as possible. There are debts to consider. And hey, it's his boat. -But truthfully, I hate Piotr. He’s my best friend, sure, but things +But truthfully, I hate Piotr. He's my best friend, sure, but things are complicated. He makes me be the bottom. Plus, his hair is longer than mine. These are only two of my reasons for hating him. -Staring out of my porthole is not working. I’m about to blow -groceries, so I’ve got to get out of my room. I don’t want to ruin my +Staring out of my porthole is not working. I'm about to blow +groceries, so I've got to get out of my room. I don't want to ruin my sheets. -I’m up top again, leaning over the railing. Piotr thinks this is all +I'm up top again, leaning over the railing. Piotr thinks this is all pretty funny. Plinth, if he notices, ignores the subtle best-friend-tension between Piotr and myself and has a laugh as well. -I’m peering into his face, trying to line up the dead pixel in my +I'm peering into his face, trying to line up the dead pixel in my visor with his one good eye. It centers me momentarily and I stop vomiting long enough to strike up a conversation. "Plinth, I need a raise." -"I just want you to know that my having to fire Piotr isn’t going to +"I just want you to know that my having to fire Piotr isn't going to reflect badly on you." -I am transfixed. Somehow I keep from letting loose on Plinth’s shoes. +I am transfixed. Somehow I keep from letting loose on Plinth's shoes. "You know, because you recommended him to the company." After a period of stasis the sky is vibrating normally again, and so -I’m back to leaning over the railing. If you need me, you’ll know -where I’m at. Plinth keeps on talking. +I'm back to leaning over the railing. If you need me, you'll know +where I'm at. Plinth keeps on talking. -"Let’s not tell him until we cross the Equator, eh?" +"Let's not tell him until we cross the Equator, eh?" -Wiping my mouth. Pushing the words out."He’s not really my brother, +Wiping my mouth. Pushing the words out."He's not really my brother, you know." Going back several years now, Piotr and I have been telling people -that we’re brothers. Twin brothers, even. Somewhat surprisingly, +that we're brothers. Twin brothers, even. Somewhat surprisingly, seeing as how we look nothing alike, no one has ever expressed the slightest incredulity about our claim to blood kinship. I guess I have to admit, I would be surprised if anyone at this company had paid @@ -7488,38 +7128,38 @@ that close attention to anything that came out of our mouths. But this goes beyond simple gullibility. Never, no matter how ludicrous a scenario Piotr and I may have just tried to put over, has anyone, at any time, ever, challenged one of our claims. Even when we have -deliberately crafted preposterous stories. Even when it’s clear that +deliberately crafted preposterous stories. Even when it's clear that we almost certainly must be lying. I have no explanation for this incredible fact. Though I do admit to taking advantage of the effect from time to time. When it comes to untruths, Piro and I are multi-platinum sellers. Too hype, straight dope, flavor milk, so to -speak. It’s sickening. +speak. It's sickening. Anyway, by now I am tired of the charade. Determined to break the illusion, to drop real knowledge on our employer and our co-workers. Piotr, my love; how I hate him. -"Boss, I have a confession. I’ve been lying to you, all these years." +"Boss, I have a confession. I've been lying to you, all these years." "In your way. Of course I know that you are not a blood relation of -Piotr’s. Though I doubt anyone else here at the company suspects. +Piotr's. Though I doubt anyone else here at the company suspects. You see, Piotr is my son." I lean back over the edge, then straighten myself, then back over the edge, ad nauseam. (Ha ha.) An inverted pendulum. The IV comes out of my arm and then my premium grade Green is washing all over the deck. -It’s a beautiful chaos. +It's a beautiful chaos. "No way, boss." "Oh, yes way, Thomas." -"That’s ridiculous. That’s disgusting. How could this happen." +"That's ridiculous. That's disgusting. How could this happen." It is a great storm that frightens the fish and blows up the skirt of our boat. It causes a great deal of entertaining interference in my -visor. I’m tracing lines between the raindrops with my messed-up -pixel and again, it’s making me quite ill. However, my stomach has +visor. I'm tracing lines between the raindrops with my messed-up +pixel and again, it's making me quite ill. However, my stomach has almost caught up with the unstable gravity of the ship, and I feel that if only I can keep up with the raindrops, I may stave off vomiting indefinitely. In the meantime, the IV has been replaced in @@ -7527,31 +7167,31 @@ my arm. Plinth stands watch over the bridge. -I can feel Piotr entering the room even though he’s exercising his -professional skills; he’s so vain that he even wants to lie to me with +I can feel Piotr entering the room even though he's exercising his +professional skills; he's so vain that he even wants to lie to me with his movements. -I can’t take it anymore. +I can't take it anymore. -"He’s firing you, idiot." +"He's firing you, idiot." "I love you, Thomas." The ball is in play. I really do hate Piotr. -"Of course you love me. We’re brothers, right?" +"Of course you love me. We're brothers, right?" -"He’s not firing me. He’s giving me the ship." +"He's not firing me. He's giving me the ship." This is just too much. I have to throw up some more of my insides. -"You know he’s my father, then," says Piotr. +"You know he's my father, then," says Piotr. "Oh, fuck you." I barely spit out the words before losing my lunch all over the bed. Piotr looks sympathetic, but suddenly he gets a little -testy as he realizes I’m damaging his property. +testy as he realizes I'm damaging his property. -"Hey, don’t make a mess of my boat." +"Hey, don't make a mess of my boat." Aw, shut up. @@ -7561,18 +7201,16 @@ This is no emergency. I know how to calm him down. -PERCEPT DRIVE +PERCEPT DRIVE tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2 -tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2 - -Plinth Mold sat and ate his Green Cashew cereal. The ship’s percept +Plinth Mold sat and ate his Green Cashew cereal. The ship's percept drive sent barely visible tremors across the surface of his milk. "Do you ever get sad when you see a girl who is, like, all obsessed -with sports and stuff, and you realize that there’s no way the two of +with sports and stuff, and you realize that there's no way the two of you could ever be compatible?" -Thomas had somehow gained entrance to Plinth’s cabin. What about the +Thomas had somehow gained entrance to Plinth's cabin. What about the elaborate rhetoricalock system Piro had installed? Plinth had been assured, specifically, that Thomas could not penetrate it. Ridiculous. @@ -7580,12 +7218,12 @@ Ridiculous. "You mean some girl you like?" "Not necessarily. Just, you know, any girl. Just to see her. From a -distance, it’s almost as if there is some sort of active force that +distance, it's almost as if there is some sort of active force that draws you towards her, even as it pushes her away." -"I can’t say as I’ve ever suffered that sort of crisis, Thomas." +"I can't say as I've ever suffered that sort of crisis, Thomas." -"Oh. Well, even though I’m gay, it still sucks. Strictly speaking." +"Oh. Well, even though I'm gay, it still sucks. Strictly speaking." The ship lurched sharply and Plinth figured Piro must be wrangling the percept team to the other side of the deck, making a slight course @@ -7594,7 +7232,7 @@ adjustment. "Anyway, could you please shut up this incessant chattering? My Green Cashews are getting soggy." -"All right, boss. I’ll just head up top and see if anything else +"All right, boss. I'll just head up top and see if anything else needs doing." Abovedecks, Piro was indeed herding members of the percept team from @@ -7613,25 +7251,22 @@ meant to indicate. That was not good for the ship. -THE SHIP, PT. 3 - -tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, chrystal_pepsi, piro, - +THE SHIP, PT. 3 tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, chrystal_pepsi, piro, plinth_mold, tab1, tab2, the_chief, wetbeard It was Lunsford, all right. QCL Corp. -I really didn’t need to verify. +I really didn't need to verify. I had spellchecked over three hundred individual songs, processing each of them manually. One at a time because Lunsford refused to let anyone use the automation. All of his interns were on leave for -various reasons. He’d popped out of his office a couple of hours ago +various reasons. He'd popped out of his office a couple of hours ago and handed me this improbable stack of leaves. One leaf per song! -Then disappeared just as quickly as he’d arrived. Meanwhile, at an +Then disappeared just as quickly as he'd arrived. Meanwhile, at an access junction to the abandoned floor, my own"interns" were spreading porn onto the mesh like so much organic peanut butter onto a bland -tasting sandwich. The security exposure revealed by last night’s +tasting sandwich. The security exposure revealed by last night's scans would heal itself by lunch time, possibly even before I could put Lunsford in the freezer and be on my way. Potentially troubling, but as a strictly practical measure I was confident of my chances. @@ -7640,11 +7275,11 @@ For various reasons it paid to keep positive. I cracked open a Gray Pop and chugged it back. Frothy, neutral-toned agents coated my throat with perpendicular cells. It was refreshing, and also damned delicious. Honestly, I should have been focusing on -losing the extra pounds I’d picked up while working on the this -assignment. Only a week to go before I’d be shipping out again. I’d +losing the extra pounds I'd picked up while working on the this +assignment. Only a week to go before I'd be shipping out again. I'd appear obese and would probably be mocked by my teammates. I glanced down at my belly, hesitantly. All right, shit, I thought to myself, -I’ll purge the perp cells before heading to bed. So much for the +I'll purge the perp cells before heading to bed. So much for the perks of the job. I hated forcing myself to vomit. Presently, I belched. @@ -7654,7 +7289,7 @@ Which temporarily alleviated my sea sickness. I squeezed my eyes shut and strained to hear my heartbeat. The sounds of the machinery in the room ran my thoughts aground. Wave upon wave of diverse electronic complaint, crashing together in a ubiquitous -aural foam. So loud that I couldn’t feel the reassuring pulse of my +aural foam. So loud that I couldn't feel the reassuring pulse of my circulatory system clicking against my inner ear. I wondered: Am I finally dead? Or am I being recalled to base? What is the meaning of all this? @@ -7678,10 +7313,10 @@ boys were only onto the B tab by now. We were going to need more time. -It may have started as a reaction to the percept team’s sudden loss of +It may have started as a reaction to the percept team's sudden loss of attention. It may have been something else. What was positive was that things were not going well for the team stationed upon the top -deck of the USS DOM DELUISE. Piro’s prodigious organizational efforts +deck of the USS DOM DELUISE. Piro's prodigious organizational efforts notwithstanding. "You men, eyes on the horizon," directed Piro. @@ -7691,25 +7326,25 @@ their feet. They immediately righted their gaze to stern. "Not what I meant," said Piro. -"Water’s getting choppy," hollered Thomas Bright, emerging from -belowdecks."You sure you don’t need to get your folks strapped in?" +"Water's getting choppy," hollered Thomas Bright, emerging from +belowdecks."You sure you don't need to get your folks strapped in?" -"We’ll be fine." Piro reinstated his leg to the side of the railing +"We'll be fine." Piro reinstated his leg to the side of the railing and propped himself against it with his elbow. Somehow, he maintained the appearance of standing upright. He motioned towards the sun, which was only just now slipping below the the horizon. -Thomas interjected again."It’s no wonder they were having trouble, +Thomas interjected again."It's no wonder they were having trouble, staring into the sun like that. Probably ruining their eyesight." "Worrying about that is my responsibility," said Piro, clearly irritated that Thomas had raised the issue in front of his men. -"Hey, fuck- s’cuuuuuuse me. I’m here on behalf of the boss. He’s -trying to mentate down there. Only, the ship’s rocking back and forth +"Hey, fuck- s'cuuuuuuse me. I'm here on behalf of the boss. He's +trying to mentate down there. Only, the ship's rocking back and forth too much. Making him nauseous." -Piro’s face didn’t change."Understood." +Piro's face didn't change."Understood." Satisfied, Thomas returned belowdecks. @@ -7727,14 +7362,14 @@ his desk I found several unopened packages of Magnum prophylactics. He burst through the doorway of his office just as I had one of the Magnums out and stretched over the barrel of my gun. I suppose it -painted an odd picture for him. Well, shit, I thought, break time’s +painted an odd picture for him. Well, shit, I thought, break time's over. My first shot punctured the digitally enhanced prophylactic. The rest of the flexible, translucent material blew away as I carried forward -with renovations to Lunsford’s frame. Pieces of the Magnum had ended +with renovations to Lunsford's frame. Pieces of the Magnum had ended up all over the place, and I laughed when I saw that a small fragment -had become stuck to Lunsford’s cheek. The debris and flesh dispersed +had become stuck to Lunsford's cheek. The debris and flesh dispersed in their usual fractal pattern as I emptied the rest of my clip into his face. @@ -7742,9 +7377,9 @@ Mission accomplished, then. By the time Lunsford had settled to the floor, my interns had caught up with me. They proceeded to scoop up any and all items of interest. -I fished in Lunsford’s pockets for a cigarette and came up with some +I fished in Lunsford's pockets for a cigarette and came up with some off-brand that must have cost even less than what I normally smoked. -I stripped off my necktie and tossed it onto Lunsford’s lifeless +I stripped off my necktie and tossed it onto Lunsford's lifeless chest, chased it with a flick of ash, and then, with some effort, produced a fair amount of Gray Pop spittle. A signature, of sorts. We gathered up what we needed from his office and left the body for @@ -7755,11 +7390,11 @@ Ring, ring. "USS DOM DELUISE, your one-stop shop for Redaction Day savings," Lt. Commander Wetbeard sighed into his mouthpiece. -"This is Plinth. I’m calling on an outside line because the intercom +"This is Plinth. I'm calling on an outside line because the intercom in my stateroom is non-functional. I need you to contact Piro and send him down here for me." -"I’ll get right on top of that, boss," said Wetbeard, straightening +"I'll get right on top of that, boss," said Wetbeard, straightening smartly in spite of the fact that no one could see him in his watch seat. @@ -7772,10 +7407,10 @@ and the ship rolled to starboard. "Nevermind." -"I’ll send Piro down right away, sir. Anyway, it looks like he could +"I'll send Piro down right away, sir. Anyway, it looks like he could use a break." -"Tell him we’ll have Thomas steer the team for him, while he’s +"Tell him we'll have Thomas steer the team for him, while he's belowdecks." Lt. Commander Wetbeard stared at his phone. While his rank as Lt. @@ -7792,57 +7427,57 @@ information at last-century speeds. As if to unclog the apparent bottleneck, Plinth Mold severed the uncomfortable silence by at last continuing to speak. -"I’m sending him up now," Plinth said, and hung up. +"I'm sending him up now," Plinth said, and hung up. -And with that, Wetbeard’s crisis was resolved. +And with that, Wetbeard's crisis was resolved. In all, fifteen of my team were disqualified from active service based upon their performance in the Lunsford simulation. I began to seriously consider retirement. No, really this time. It -wasn’t bad enough that I’d been busted down to mission +wasn't bad enough that I'd been busted down to mission pre-visualizations; I had to be roundly insulted by the lackluster passel of students assigned to me, as well. I fairly ached to commit government-sanctioned violence against an entrenched detachment of radical dissidents, or at least to fire a loaded weapon at a stationary target in a taxpayer-funded firing range. My desires, however, were irrelevant, owing to my present status at the Farm. -They’d even revoked my weapons certificates so that nothing in my +They'd even revoked my weapons certificates so that nothing in my personal arsenal could be activated or equipped. For now, the weapons would lay idle, stubbornly refusing to aid in the national defense. Naturally, I was still responsible for their maintenance. It was a textbook example of bureaucratic entanglement: an asset simultaneously existing in two contradictory states, never collapsing, one way or the other, into coherence. During the first six months of my demotion I -was convinced that soon I’d be slipped a deep-cover assignment which +was convinced that soon I'd be slipped a deep-cover assignment which would exploit my new status as a pseudo-civilian. It would hardly be -the first time I’d enjoyed such an arrangement. But no one ever +the first time I'd enjoyed such an arrangement. But no one ever contacted me. No such assignment ever materialized. Maybe I had missed a cue. -In truth, there was a given reason for my demotion. I won’t go into +In truth, there was a given reason for my demotion. I won't go into detail, but suffice to say that around 1991 it was suddenly considered bad form to tally a large number of civilian casualties in the course of a single mission. My superiors had cunningly rewritten the rule -book after I’d already been deployed to the field. Oh, there were +book after I'd already been deployed to the field. Oh, there were extenuating circumstances, to be sure, but, as with the review board -who oversaw my case, I’m sure you have better things to do with your +who oversaw my case, I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than listen to me complain about how I was sabotaged by the petty -reprisals of middle-management. I’ll just say that it was no +reprisals of middle-management. I'll just say that it was no coincidence a former student of mine had become my new case officer shortly before we shipped out, and that the offending mission was my first under her command. -Chrystal Pepsi. An officer for whom I’d flatly refused to die. +Chrystal Pepsi. An officer for whom I'd flatly refused to die. -It’s conceivable that she may have sensed my lack of faith in her +It's conceivable that she may have sensed my lack of faith in her abilities. Taking a peek at the paperwork and gradually realizing the scenario I -was being slotted into, I was furious. It’s unprofessional to admit -this, but I’m certain my feelings toward C. Pepsi affected my -performance during the mission. It’s likely that she was cognizant of +was being slotted into, I was furious. It's unprofessional to admit +this, but I'm certain my feelings toward C. Pepsi affected my +performance during the mission. It's likely that she was cognizant of my opinions even when she first floated my name to lead the team. Hence, a typical sort of trap. Her bid to leapfrog my years of experience by simply removing me from the game board. This was @@ -7852,41 +7487,39 @@ And, well, it had worked. I missed the Chief. I missed my old life. -I was used to being a target, but that didn’t mean I would just sit +I was used to being a target, but that didn't mean I would just sit around and do nothing about it, once I found out. It was time to reactivate my guns. -THE CARRIER +THE CARRIER tags: 1993, chipotle_pope_bags, gravely_cuss, pennis_mold, +piro, plinth_mold, tab2, wetbeard -tags: 1993, chipotle_pope_bags, gravely_cuss, pennis_mold, piro, -plinth_mold, tab2, wetbeard - -"This logo is all wrong," complained Pennis Mold."You’ve got to +"This logo is all wrong," complained Pennis Mold."You've got to include the inverted commas, like this." Pennis made a few marks on the leaf and held up his doctored version of the logo."Is that so hard?" "It just seems like a bunch of artsy-fartsy crap, to me," said -Chipotle."It’s a stroke book. Why does it have to be high concept?" +Chipotle."It's a stroke book. Why does it have to be high concept?" Pennis waved the new logo around, gesturing with authority, which finally triggered Chipoltle to relent. -"Okay, all right, I’ll give it another pass." +"Okay, all right, I'll give it another pass." Each day at the company was a repeat of this same pattern. Pennis would issue instructions and then there would be friction. By the end of his fifth year at MASSIVE FICTIONS, Pennis was all but ready to hang it up. Then, more problems emerged. A general strike had been -called, partway into his latest project, which had resulted in Pennis’ +called, partway into his latest project, which had resulted in Pennis' line being reduced to a handful of stroke books and a live streaming video site that was only accessible from within the Bohemian Grove. The publishing business had proven more difficult than he had anticipated. -And Pennis didn’t even like stroke books. +And Pennis didn't even like stroke books. Years ago. @@ -7907,7 +7540,7 @@ Back in the present. The two men went to work, removing the polymer wrap from each of a dozen red potatoes. Pennis was going to wing it. He hoped that -Plinth wouldn’t notice he’d bought organic. And from outside the +Plinth wouldn't notice he'd bought organic. And from outside the company, to boot. Pennis decided then and there that Plinth would have to tough it out. Human food was human food. @@ -7915,12 +7548,12 @@ Many years ago. The squad of boys made their way down the corridor. Rounding a corner, a snatch of audio snagged their attention."Gravely Cuss, -Chipotle Pope Bags (Low Fat), Pennis Cialis Moldâ•”report to the -office at your convenience." +Chipotle Pope Bags (Low Fat), Pennis Cialis Mold­report to the office +at your convenience." "That means never," laughed Pennis Mold. -"I think I like the sound of that woman’s voice," remarked Chipotle. +"I think I like the sound of that woman's voice," remarked Chipotle. Present time, present day. @@ -7928,15 +7561,15 @@ The deck of the carrier struggled to remain parallel with the horizon. As Pennis stumbled onto deck, a group of homeless men pedaled out on their bicycles, brandishing empty gas cans, demanding spare change so that they might refuel their stranded automobiles. Seemingly -oblivious to the rolling of the ship’s deck, the cyclists converged on -Pennis’ position. +oblivious to the rolling of the ship's deck, the cyclists converged on +Pennis' position. Pennis looked around and wondered where their automobiles could possibly have broken down. For that matter, how could anyone be homeless on an aircraft carrier? "An aircraft carrier is supposed to have stabilizers," he explained to -the homeless men."Obviously, ours are not working very well. It’s +the homeless men."Obviously, ours are not working very well. It's probably dangerous for you to be riding out here, right now." The cyclists eyed each other nervously. Slowly, apprehension hardened @@ -7946,9 +7579,9 @@ This guy was ignoring their pitch. Pause to consider: -Pennis was the youngest of the three Mold brothers. To himâ•”and to -their fatherâ•”it seemed he could never quite measure up. This had -made Pennis’ life much more difficult than he would have preferred. +Pennis was the youngest of the three Mold brothers. To him­and to +their father­it seemed he could never quite measure up. This had made +Pennis' life much more difficult than he would have preferred. But now he had his own ship. @@ -7957,19 +7590,19 @@ Pennis had never regretted his investment. He had even made some improvements of his own. -"I just can’t take it anymore," gasped Pennis Mold, tipping against +"I just can't take it anymore," gasped Pennis Mold, tipping against the hold and clutching his stomach in a decaying imitation of his -brother’s photogenic, sportsmanlike physicality. He dropped the very -important folder of leaves he had just removed from the ship’s vault. +brother's photogenic, sportsmanlike physicality. He dropped the very +important folder of leaves he had just removed from the ship's vault. -"What, you’d rather head back up top? Relax. We’ll rendezvous with +"What, you'd rather head back up top? Relax. We'll rendezvous with your brother soon." -"It’s not the ship that’s making me sick." +"It's not the ship that's making me sick." -"Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten so much of that weird cereal." +"Maybe you shouldn't have eaten so much of that weird cereal." -"Paris sent me another case. I wouldn’t feel right just throwing it +"Paris sent me another case. I wouldn't feel right just throwing it away." Pennis started back towards his quarters. Then reversed course. Then @@ -7982,39 +7615,39 @@ Piro switched back to optical and then checked again. As with his other sensor sweeps, the visual pass confirmed that there were no approaching ships. He glanced over at Thomas and wondered if his visor would report the same thing. That is, if Thomas were to muster -any interest in scanning the horizon. Piro imported his department’s -budget and earmarked an allotment for upgrades to his team’s standard +any interest in scanning the horizon. Piro imported his department's +budget and earmarked an allotment for upgrades to his team's standard equipment. New visors for all his men. -"What I’d like is for everyone to be prepared to withdraw at a -moment’s notice," stated Plinth. +"What I'd like is for everyone to be prepared to withdraw at a +moment's notice," stated Plinth. "Understood, sir." -"I don’t expect this will take very long. In fact, if not for the +"I don't expect this will take very long. In fact, if not for the simple pleasures of life at sea, I doubt I would have agreed to this meeting at all." Piro and Thomas both rolled their eyes. -"We’ll be taking the same route back. I intend for us all to derive +"We'll be taking the same route back. I intend for us all to derive some enjoyment from this cruise. Consider it a peculiar sort of vacation. A paid vacation, obviously." -"If you don’t mind my saying so, boss, the South Atlantic is kind of +"If you don't mind my saying so, boss, the South Atlantic is kind of an awkward venue for a family dispute," observed Thomas. "Thomas, the open seas are essentially the only place left on Earth where humans may whisper to each other in relative privacy." -Incredulous looks. That hadn’t been true for decades. +Incredulous looks. That hadn't been true for decades. -"In any case, this meeting will hardly constitute a debate. We’ve +"In any case, this meeting will hardly constitute a debate. We've long ago settled any differences we might have had between us. Contrary to what you two have probably surmised, I intend to shake the -man’s hand." +man's hand." -"That’s a whole grab bag of intentions you’ve got there, boss." +"That's a whole grab bag of intentions you've got there, boss." "Hush now, Thomas." @@ -8025,9 +7658,9 @@ the carrier. At his side were his personal chef, an armed guard, and three of his most trusted attorneys. The chef shuffled nervously, fingering the weapon concealed within his coat pocket. -Let’s get out of this damned sunlight, thought the chef. +Let's get out of this damned sunlight, thought the chef. -"Let’s get out of this sunlight," suggested Plinth Mold, and all who +"Let's get out of this sunlight," suggested Plinth Mold, and all who were present nodded in agreement. Arriving to greet Plinth and his entourage were a coterie of men in @@ -8038,7 +7671,7 @@ vacant deck elevator and adjusted their postures to accommodate the cramped space. Presently, the doors swung shut and the mechanism slowly lowered them into the sub-levels of the carrier. -Inexplicably, Plinth’s attorneys seemed as nervous as the chef. +Inexplicably, Plinth's attorneys seemed as nervous as the chef. The elevator doors slid open again and Plinth took the lead, navigating a winding series of passageways that finally terminated in @@ -8066,33 +7699,30 @@ on the deck below. Thomas finally gave up on aiming at the toilet and resigned himself to urinating on the floor. -GREEN SQUARES - -tags: 1993, interviewer, pennis_mold, plinth_mold, - +GREEN SQUARES tags: 1993, interviewer, pennis_mold, plinth_mold, wetbeard -It was Plinth’s turn to evince incredulity. Obviously, there was no +It was Plinth's turn to evince incredulity. Obviously, there was no lighthouse at these coordinates, or at any other coordinates in the general vicinity. The apparent reality of the situation did not mesh with with common sense. The situation was untenable. Plinth employed the use of a vintage chronometer, worn on his wrist. Presently, he fingered the device as his lawyers booted up their -paperwork."We’re in the middle of the South Atlantic, Wetbeard," he +paperwork."We're in the middle of the South Atlantic, Wetbeard," he said."Please explain." -"Sir, I don’t know where it came from. I looked down, and then I +"Sir, I don't know where it came from. I looked down, and then I looked up. From out of nowhere, it was there." "Well, what am I paying you for? Steer the ship out of its way." -"Sir, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. Iâ•”" +"Sir, that's what I've been trying to tell you. I­" -"So, after you founded then what?" +"So, after you founded'MATERIAL', then what?" -"Plinth was impressed. I’d finally done something right. With his -encouragement, I went ahead and launched TURBO FUCKIN’: SENSUAL +"Plinth was impressed. I'd finally done something right. With his +encouragement, I went ahead and launched TURBO FUCKIN': SENSUAL MAGAZINE as well as the fringe one, SASQUATCH COLOGNE. Neither of them lasted long." @@ -8107,21 +7737,21 @@ in the dream wholeheartedly." "Haha, a foolproof source of information because dreams are so often known to mirror reality." -"Exactly. Heh. You know, don’t ask me to explain it, but at the time +"Exactly. Heh. You know, don't ask me to explain it, but at the time it seemed rational. Or should I say, intuitive." "Ah, I see. That old pratfall. Laid clean by the banana peel of subjective cognition. I remember a time when I was forced by my grandfather to drive one of those four-wheeled automobiles. Mercedes, -I believe they were called. I couldn’t make sense of the steering +I believe they were called. I couldn't make sense of the steering mechanism. No Tetris blocks, as we have today. My grandfather was -livid. He actually punched me in the shoulder! He couldn’t believe +livid. He actually punched me in the shoulder! He couldn't believe that someone my age would have no interest in piloting one of his antique vehicles. What a laugh, right? I told him to just use his leaf and order the groceries himself. Of course, by the time all of this took place he had been blind for thirty years." -"What can I say. You only know what you know. If you can’t trust +"What can I say. You only know what you know. If you can't trust your own mind, what can you trust? The tactile leaf interface was foreign to him; the car, not so much. Your grandfather probably thought you were an idiot." @@ -8131,24 +7761,24 @@ have taught me to drive, in his condition. He was not equipped for the task. Just as in your dream, you conceived that the Green had been made flesh. Believing yourself, in fact, to be an incarnation of the Green, despite a complete lack of empirical evidence for your -claim. I’m sure you can see the parallel I’m drawing here. Both of +claim. I'm sure you can see the parallel I'm drawing here. Both of you were groping for an appropriate set of terms, clawing for a hand-hold in the cliff-face of ambiguity that immediately blocked your path." -"Okay, okay, you’ve got me there. Maybe I wasn’t God after all." +"Okay, okay, you've got me there. Maybe I wasn't God after all." The boat lurched sharply, causing the walls of the mess hall to -reorient violently. The interviewer’s laughter seg-faulted into a +reorient violently. The interviewer's laughter seg-faulted into a vague, restrained panic. -"I don’t like the sound of that." +"I don't like the sound of that." "Neither will my brother." Silence then, as Pennis rearranged his folders. -"Tell me again about God’s peculiarities with regards to intellectual +"Tell me again about God's peculiarities with regards to intellectual property." "Oh yes. As God, I briefly refused to interact with humans on the @@ -8161,33 +7791,30 @@ introduction of your DNA-filtering condoms?" "Oh, long before. All of this happened before Plinth set me up in the manufacturing business. This was even before the RODS MAGAZINE -lawsuits. I had yet to piss away my share of our father’s fortune. +lawsuits. I had yet to piss away my share of our father's fortune. Plinth was still doing the action figures, partnered with that Swedish fellow." -"I wonder if he’s going to be happy to see you." +"I wonder if he's going to be happy to see you." -"He’ll make it seem so. You see, I have physical possession of his +"He'll make it seem so. You see, I have physical possession of his Green certificates. And we both know he wants them back." -A LARGE ROOM WITH NO LIGHT +A LARGE ROOM WITH NO LIGHT tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, +calbert_whimsy, piro, plinth_mold, tab1 -tags: 1993, albert_lunsford, calbert_whimsy, piro, - -plinth_mold, tab1 - -Hello, I’m Calbert Whimsy, Master Of Ethics at POLICY SCHOOL: WHISKEY +Hello, I'm Calbert Whimsy, Master Of Ethics at POLICY SCHOOL: WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT. For twenty-five consecutive generations, the men of my family have stood watch over your children and their education. Granted, twenty of those generations were vat-grown, simultaneously, -over the last decade. And yes, we correspond. Ah ha ha ha. I’ve +over the last decade. And yes, we correspond. Ah ha ha ha. I've made a little joke. It is a pleasure to see you here, you all say. -Likewise, I’m sure. +Likewise, I'm sure. -As you may have guessed, I’m not really Calbert Whimsy. Somehow, -though, they’ve fitted me in here, floating paralyzed amongst these +As you may have guessed, I'm not really Calbert Whimsy. Somehow, +though, they've fitted me in here, floating paralyzed amongst these sharks. The Families. Their publicists, attorneys, clergy. And now -I’ve got to give this speech to the Green Consortium assembled. I’ve +I've got to give this speech to the Green Consortium assembled. I've had better days. Thirty years ago I entered this profession, not knowing what to @@ -8196,7 +7823,7 @@ expect. THE STRAND is a luxury liner, Old British flag and technically off-limits to agents such as myself. This class of people are not supposed to be subjected to operational trifles such as political -assassinations and internetwork intrigue. Let’s just say I’m off the +assassinations and internetwork intrigue. Let's just say I'm off the clock. The Lunsford affair was a wake-up call nobody wanted to hear. The collective, meaty fist of the Green aristocracy simply mashed their alarm clock and rolled over on their 800 thread count sheets. @@ -8204,65 +7831,65 @@ Hopefully, right into the wet spot. Overheard from my place behind the podium: -I’m warning you, don’t try to kiss my ass. I mean that. Don’t do it. -I’m serious, now. Don’t. I hate it when people try to kiss my ass. +I'm warning you, don't try to kiss my ass. I mean that. Don't do it. +I'm serious, now. Don't. I hate it when people try to kiss my ass. Oh, yes, you may kiss his ass as often as you please! And: He said it was life or death. He was pounding against the police vehicle, just going to town. My man at the dispatch center reported -the machine wouldn’t authorize his identoplate. So, no entry to the +the machine wouldn't authorize his identoplate. So, no entry to the back seat. I told him, it must have been a clerical error. Nothing to be done, you see. I got the impression his partner was irritated, -but he didn’t say anything as he drove me away from the rioting crowd +but he didn't say anything as he drove me away from the rioting crowd of students. I never found out what became of the officer we left behind. Raucous laughter, all around. These people are far from funny, but -they don’t even know it. +they don't even know it. From time to time, an exceptionally gregarious, obviously very special student will arrive in our class, and vex us all with their easy -brilliance. I know what you’re thinking. Each and every one of you -is smiling now, convinced that I’m talking about your child. Well, -I’m not. Ha ha. Let us stipulate that I’m not referring to your +brilliance. I know what you're thinking. Each and every one of you +is smiling now, convinced that I'm talking about your child. Well, +I'm not. Ha ha. Let us stipulate that I'm not referring to your particular little brat. -You might say that this is a bit of a roast. I’m not entirely +You might say that this is a bit of a roast. I'm not entirely comfortable, exposing myself like this on stage. But the weak humor is contagious. Someone in the audience gets clever and plays back the sound of crickets chirping. I squint at the crowd -and realize that it’s my support man, apparently trying to blow his +and realize that it's my support man, apparently trying to blow his cover. I want to yank on his bolo-tie and force-feed him a handful of -the ship’s platinum salad forks. Connecting us directly in this -context is a mistake. But in spite of his gaffe, you simply can’t +the ship's platinum salad forks. Connecting us directly in this +context is a mistake. But in spite of his gaffe, you simply can't launch a wetwork operation from aboard THE STRAND without a hype-man. -Since the script is a shambles, we’ll be ad-libbing from here on in. +Since the script is a shambles, we'll be ad-libbing from here on in. Mercifully, I complete my monologue without further interruption and -I’m cleared to leave the stage. I’m not entirely sure what all I’ve +I'm cleared to leave the stage. I'm not entirely sure what all I've just said, but the audience seems to more or less approve. My counterpart will have to sort it out later. I warned him I was no good in front of an audience. -I check THE STRAND’s operating radius for other ships. This +I check THE STRAND's operating radius for other ships. This particular sector of the South Atlantic is out of bounds to commercial traffic. In fact, at this time of year, THE STRAND is the only ship -permitted to ply its waters at all. But that doesn’t mean we’re alone +permitted to ply its waters at all. But that doesn't mean we're alone out here. -I’ve got to keep an eye out for Piro. +I've got to keep an eye out for Piro. -Before I know it I’ve been scooped back up on stage. This time the +Before I know it I've been scooped back up on stage. This time the lights are dimmed and I can make out the players from the various fandoms that were listed in the mission brief. I throw in some targeted references to key episodes of the relevant series. It goes over very well. -We’ve heard from a lot of educators tonight! But no one has even -mentioned the litigators! Let’s hear it for general counsel! +We've heard from a lot of educators tonight! But no one has even +mentioned the litigators! Let's hear it for general counsel! This brings on a spate of vigorous cheering and I am once again whisked offstage. @@ -8285,7 +7912,7 @@ pissing themselves listening to it. I catch myself drumming on the table and immediately shove my hand back into the pocket of my tuxedo jacket. -I’m here for a reason. +I'm here for a reason. Not to participate in the show. @@ -8300,7 +7927,7 @@ squeeze myself out, through the porthole, exiting the cabin forever. The ocean is slick with rain, a flickering black mirror of half-reflected moonlight. My visor activates as I dip below the surface, attempting to compensate for the darkness. Short-range sonar -detects no walls, floors or obstructions anywhere nearby. I’m +detects no walls, floors or obstructions anywhere nearby. I'm momentarily blinded in a large room with no light. Gradually, my testicles shrink up, triggering my stresspants to @@ -8313,11 +7940,9 @@ Plinth Mold. It is time. -1OCT1993 +1OCT1993 tags: 1993, pennis_mold, piro, plinth_mold, tab1, violet -tags: 1993, pennis_mold, piro, plinth_mold, tab1, violet - -"That’s no whale." +"That's no whale." "Sure it is, sir." @@ -8338,21 +7963,21 @@ made clear to the command team of the carrier. "A whale is not green," he explained. -"But Pennis, he’s up there, right now!" +"But Pennis, he's up there, right now!" -"But Violet, I don’t care!" +"But Violet, I don't care!" -"Come on now, sir, you’ll be okay once we get you up on your feet. -You can’t allow a little seasickness to scuttle the whole mission." +"Come on now, sir, you'll be okay once we get you up on your feet. +You can't allow a little seasickness to scuttle the whole mission." -"Negative. I’ve ruined some of the leaves." +"Negative. I've ruined some of the leaves." Pennis Mold tried to wipe off his stack of leaves. The vomit had made them sticky, clingy. His shirt was also damp. It would take a while to extricate the devices, one from the other. Luckily, at least, all of them seemed to be functional. -"New paradigm. Synergy. I’m staying in bed." +"New paradigm. Synergy. I'm staying in bed." "Pennis, sir, stand up." @@ -8360,51 +7985,51 @@ of them seemed to be functional. Violet decided to take matters into her own hands. -Okay, I’m floating and I’m not-floating at the same time. +Okay, I'm floating and I'm not-floating at the same time. Alternating, I should say. Accosted by a whale with arms. Arms that are, presently, dipping me in and out of the water at an alarming -rate. I’m thinking now that maybe this is not really a whale after +rate. I'm thinking now that maybe this is not really a whale after all. -Before I know it, the scene changes up and I’m being strangled by a +Before I know it, the scene changes up and I'm being strangled by a large set of gray fingers. -I recall that, per my mission rider, I’m equipped with a variety of +I recall that, per my mission rider, I'm equipped with a variety of specialized tools. I react smoothly, activating reflex algorithms that in turn select an appropriate utensil for sawing my way out of the tentacle headlock. As the automated system goes to work, the -not-whale’s gripping apparatus gradually begins to loosen its hold. +not-whale's gripping apparatus gradually begins to loosen its hold. Perhaps having thought better of snacking on highly trained covert agents, the not-whale withdraws its remaining tentacles, and I make the most of a bad situation by allowing the current to drag me the -rest of the way out of its reach. As I’m floating off, I login to my +rest of the way out of its reach. As I'm floating off, I login to my side-arm and lob a few rounds into its bulging, unblinking eye, wondering where a foul creature such as this houses its genitals. Wondering, also, if its genitals are larger, or smaller than, its brain. After inadvertently swallowing a bit of sea water, I discard my ruined -sawing tool and wade towards Plinth’s ship, syncing my chronometer -with it’s time server. Scrolling, I see that the lead crew has just +sawing tool and wade towards Plinth's ship, syncing my chronometer +with it's time server. Scrolling, I see that the lead crew has just finished their lunch. The percept team will be light on men for another thirty minutes or so, depending on their local union agreement. -Hoisting myself up, onto Plinth’s ship, I traverse the railing and +Hoisting myself up, onto Plinth's ship, I traverse the railing and immediately drop to the deck, slapping my face against its cold, slick -surface. Sixty seconds later I’m still catching my breath. +surface. Sixty seconds later I'm still catching my breath. -I’m taken slightly off guard, startled, when Piro sets to screaming in +I'm taken slightly off guard, startled, when Piro sets to screaming in my ear about the impending comms disruption. Did I just black out? -"Piro to P. Mold, it looks like we’re going to have to abort." +"Piro to P. Mold, it looks like we're going to have to abort." -"Nonsense, I’m pro-life." +"Nonsense, I'm pro-life." The men in the green microfiber suits held their expressions, ignoring -Plinth’s attempt at easy humor. +Plinth's attempt at easy humor. "I can only guarantee channel integrity for another twenty seconds, sir. Less, if the enormous green squid off our portside bow chews the @@ -8419,22 +8044,22 @@ parted his lips and began to speak in his customarily assured and controlling tone, but was interrupted by the unfolding of events. The crashing of a particularly large wave causes me to lose a few -words, but I’m able to follow the gist of the conversation. Piro had +words, but I'm able to follow the gist of the conversation. Piro had said that the not-whale was, in fact, green. Puzzling, as it -certainly doesn’t look green to me. +certainly doesn't look green to me. -Jarred by the incongruous data, I’m overcome by a sudden awareness -that I can’t remember ever having seen colors outside the overlays in -my visor. Amazingly, I think that I may actually beâ•”when not -running in enhanced mode, anywayâ•”color blind. How in the name of -the Green could I never have noticed this? How could this possibly -have been overlooked during the course of my career? +Jarred by the incongruous data, I'm overcome by a sudden awareness +that I can't remember ever having seen colors outside the overlays in +my visor. Amazingly, I think that I may actually be­when not running +in enhanced mode, anyway­color blind. How in the name of the Green +could I never have noticed this? How could this possibly have been +overlooked during the course of my career? It boggles, but these are definitely questions best considered post-mission. After a few quick adjustments, I can now see the squid in what I will assume is a true-color representation. -It’s spamming big. And it’s definitely green. +It's spamming big. And it's definitely green. Color blind. It figures that this is the sort of thing I would have to discover in the field. @@ -8446,8 +8071,8 @@ seemed to be coming from the deck, of all places. Directional silence, he thought. Presently, the ambient audio resumed. A neon, flickering tentacle -appeared above Plinth’s ship. Continuing its downward arc, the -tentacle proceeded to slice Lt. Commander Wetbeard’s lookout tower +appeared above Plinth's ship. Continuing its downward arc, the +tentacle proceeded to slice Lt. Commander Wetbeard's lookout tower cleanly in half. Comms silence followed, as Piro, instantly refocusing his display, attempted to mitigate the situation by routing through a backup transceiver. @@ -8473,15 +8098,15 @@ attached a classical bladed instrument to his right arm. Awake. Floating again, this time on deck. The variable terrain will complicate movement towards the forward cabin and bridge. It looks -like the ship’s taken some damage from the not-whale. Curiously, the -percept team hasn’t regrouped to try and correct the course drift. I +like the ship's taken some damage from the not-whale. Curiously, the +percept team hasn't regrouped to try and correct the course drift. I wipe the blood out of my eyes and start moving again, forward as always, towards the target. As I make my way past the final civilian stateroom, partial comms are restored. -Spam it, Plinth is no longer aboard. He’s already transferred to +Spam it, Plinth is no longer aboard. He's already transferred to another ship. Intuitively, my gaze shifts to the Cold War era aircraft carrier that @@ -8491,7 +8116,7 @@ Piro located the appropriate elevator and returned to the deck of the carrier. Splashing through the rain, he approached one of the main guns from behind and relieved its pilot. Once strapped into the weapon he bore down on the enormous green squid, focusing his -ammunition at the beast’s underside. The dead pilot’s body floated +ammunition at the beast's underside. The dead pilot's body floated away behind him, his protestations about licensing rendered meaningless by the absence of conscious volition. @@ -8505,18 +8130,18 @@ and lost their balance, went tumbling to the boards, rolling one over the other in a visual cacophony of limbs and bodies. Even so, each man tried to keep his wits about him. -"It’s all pink on the inside," went up the call from the forward-most +"It's all pink on the inside," went up the call from the forward-most man. "All pink on the inside!" echoed down the line. Piro kept on firing, willing himself not to look away even as he shifted his aim and emptied the remainder of his ammunition into the -squid’s exposed eyeball. Aside from releasing an excessive amount of +squid's exposed eyeball. Aside from releasing an excessive amount of smoke into the atmosphere and a troubling amount of black ink into the water, Piro judged that the ammunition had seemed to achieve little destructive effect. As he unleashed a brief salvo of explicit -invective, the squid’s enormous eyeball blinked, as if to mock his +invective, the squid's enormous eyeball blinked, as if to mock his merely human judgment. "But, a squid cannot blink." @@ -8532,7 +8157,7 @@ Alone in the head, it was almost quiet. Pennis eased his stick back into his trousers. He watched with some interest as a milky white bead of his semen broke apart and ran down -the door of his stall. He coughed, weakly. He’d given himself quite +the door of his stall. He coughed, weakly. He'd given himself quite a workout this time; his heartbeat was still audible in his ears. Why did vomiting always make him so horny? Lost in thought, his eyes remained glazed over as he pulled up his slacks. @@ -8563,21 +8188,21 @@ patent holder and undisputed trademark administrator of several of the key technologies that had been licensed to develop the sub-framework of the Green. Possession of these certificates would radically alter the tone and substance of any future negotiations between Plinth and -the Green Consortium. Let’s be honest, he thought, Between Plinth and +the Green Consortium. Let's be honest, he thought, Between Plinth and anyone, anywhere. It was a remarkable collection of documents. Pennis attempted, at this point, to deduce what his brother was really up to. He knew from long experience that seeking to puzzle out -Plinth’s actual motives would be an exercise in futility. An obvious +Plinth's actual motives would be an exercise in futility. An obvious dead end. Instead, he would focus upon the likelihood of various -outcomes, and attempt to discern Plinth’s intended destination. +outcomes, and attempt to discern Plinth's intended destination. Perhaps predictably, no matter which tangent his speculations followed, no matter what obscure avenue his suspicions swept down, as he approached a final, unified model, his concentration would crumble and he would be left with no theory, no explanation, no articulate conclusion; only the visceral, irrational certainty that: -I want no part in any of Plinth’s dubious intellectual property +I want no part in any of Plinth's dubious intellectual property schemes. He felt that, even in the absence of a convincing rhetorical argument, @@ -8618,28 +8243,28 @@ table. This fleeting nausea was troubling. -He reflected that Piro, Thomas, the attorneys, the chefâ•”all of his -crewâ•”would be lost in the transition to follow. In point of fact, -all of humanity would be dropped from memory. No record would -survive. None would need to. +He reflected that Piro, Thomas, the attorneys, the chef­all of his +crew­would be lost in the transition to follow. In point of fact, all +of humanity would be dropped from memory. No record would survive. +None would need to. Except, he thought, for one. -"I’m pro-life," he said, apropos nothing. +"I'm pro-life," he said, apropos nothing. -Plinth’s attorneys glanced up at him, arching their eyebrows +Plinth's attorneys glanced up at him, arching their eyebrows professionally. The men in the green microfiber suits had, for the first time since their introduction, altered their facial expressions. They were laughing amongst themselves at an obscure joke involving the manual to Photoshop 3.51. This second group of men betrayed no sign -of having heard what he’d said. +of having heard what he'd said. Plinth Mold gazed at the humans with affection. Without further delay, he spoke into his shirtsleeve and killed all processes of the Eternal September. -Bits of Plinth’s boat were splayed across the surface of the water. +Bits of Plinth's boat were splayed across the surface of the water. For some reason, not sinking. Plinth reacted casually to this. He paddled over to a piece of debris and attached himself such that he could remain afloat without having to expend further effort. @@ -8649,7 +8274,7 @@ down. Even long-range channels were unresponsive. He switched to satellite and got nothing. Inside, his servos were running blind without network updates. -So, he’d really done it. +So, he'd really done it. Plinth continued to float there, alone. @@ -8665,49 +8290,16 @@ control mode, straightening the front of his shirt and slicking down his hair. He lit a cigarette and adjusted his eye patch. A whale crested nearby, displacing, and finally submerging, one of the scattered islands of refuse. Plinth was starting to get hungry. He -discovered that somewhere along the line, he’d developed a painful +discovered that somewhere along the line, he'd developed a painful erection. 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