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Matters of Math on The Move.
.:03-17-2007:. Only time for a Little Pesky Proofreading on the Run. So, Yahoo•Kin!, how do you know that there actually was a Language of The Plants ..? Consider Latin ... There's no word for 'Yes' ... There's no word for 'the' ... There's also no word for 'a' ... Missing Those Essential Specifiers ... THERE ARE FAR TOO MANY WORDS FOR KILLING AND MURDER. What is the Latin Word for The West. Sol Occidens. The Sun Slaughter .?. These cases and conjugations ... Babel Project ... Rosy Crustaceans and their Illuminating Monks Slaving ... cognito ... No! No I'm Just and "cogging it" ... Meshing the Attentively Focused Upon Topic or Object In The Cog Laden Machines of My Mind. Yours ... How can there be no word for Yes. No simple Affirmations. In Plant, the processive affirmation appropriately ιa ... They Still Remember much more than Odin in Scandinavia ... Ya! Ya! (Proceed) Onward, onward ... Occasionally, These So~Called Tribal Nationals will "Chuck" and "yut" their Intentionally Unique and Native Words. xιaC ετ ιa`τ ... If something was 'onwarded' the Implied Shot must have Scored a Hit. Ancient Greek ... An Atrocity Watered Down for those Still Underly Overly Olive~Oiling Modernities. The Cases of Letters ... Upper and Lower ... This is a Single Alphabet ... Jungle A Jumble Of Glyph Stiffed of Heritage Proper. The AEYEKULA must Mock these Modern Languages of EARTH. Really E-ARTH. Literally From Arthur. High Commander of all P.A.LEGION ENGINEZ ... Paladins. The Brits can't even Pronounce their Emperor's Warrior Model and Class Properly.
Some of those Uppercase Greek Glyphs can ONLY be Pronounced by BUGS. Their hidden internal mandibles still can move from SIDE~TO~SIDE as well UP~AND~DOWN. Germans don't you realize, the Great Aryan language, is considered a diminished pidgen for Outcast Morons. Indeed, The Noble and Royal Families of the P.A.LEGION ENGINEZ originated from Rejects. Vishnu~ was REQUIRED to Construct Tests for All Possible LEGION ENGINE Augmentations. Failure ... Well, they just kicked them out into the Moors of Scotland.
Eventually, these Pale Ones, Cro~Magnons (?!?) made it across to the Mainland of Europe. The Things I've Witnessed. .:03-15-2007:. The Tidiness Had Endured. The Violence of the Lightnings !'` Indeed, there were Many Types '`' Had Scared Most Beasts Away .`! Except for `^' The Almosts. They had Almost been Destroyed by Bolts ... Then Differentiated During Their Healings. They Liked The Lights of Pale Gold, Orange, Green, Blue, Pink, and Deep Red ... This Rainbow had been Designed. Clever Geometries Abounded in Arcing Brilliances. Worsening the Mazing. What had I been Up To ... I was supposed to have Died ... My Ghost ... Haunted a ρoβ•aυτ•o running on an aυτ•o•xιon ... It's Interface was Intentionally Not Designed for Hosting Sentiences. There were Junctions ... These I Reckoned in Remembrance Then. That could be OverFluxed to Over~Ride ... ReProgram ... In Diligence. I had NOT been Ready to Depart ... xι•αρμ•a had told me that I had not Changed Enough. That My Next Lifestyle must be .?. I needed an Evolution Engine ... For Those in Reliance ... I needed to be an Original ... I had Choices ... Billions of Years of Creating and Waiting in Very Good Dreams ... Unless, I as a γoτ•Hos`τ•ι Created ?.. Ways to Further my Species ... No ... Further and Differ the Sphinxes. Our Species was Not the Problem ... Our Progenitors ... Were Not Wild Enough .?. For This Fight. I had Done Well ... But Not as Well as I ... Damn .!. I was NOT Supposed to Still be Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC ... Each New Life Brings Opportunities for Accelerations into New Directions ... I was STILL Hiding Deep in The f ιaC of ... That City !!! Was my Curse ?!. The Game was to Always Call it Something Different ... Because the Databases and Inference Engines of the BUGS were Primarily Name~Based ... Once Something was Dubbed Anything ... They Could Figure Out Harsher Attacks ... Our Spoken, Written, and Typed Changes ... Always Delayed and Saved ... So Many Lives. Hmmm. We Weren't Changing Enough ... The Girls ... The Girls ... Were Hardening into Diamonds *.. Billions of Years would be Needed for them All to Be Killed Off and Reborn with Properly Epic Stories in the Set Up. Their Bodies ... Needed to Change at Will ... For Reaction ... We Were The Warriors of Open Mind ... s•ωoρδ Hummed as more Memories Came. This Island ... 12 Years of Dreaming vs. Billions. The Choices Can and Do Change with Time. γ'Hos`τ•ιs can Interact ... There were Too Many On This Planet. Their Attempts were known to be Maddening ... Their Mischiefs in Such Copious Flux•xion ... If we weren't Looking and Disrupting with Our Eyes ... Small Objects ... No Wonder this Place was Strange ... There were Several Species before The Bats and After the AEYEKULA
Enemies and Friends ... Chased ... Subdue the BUGS and Others would Stake Violent Claims. The Arms and Head of that Ancient Machine ... I could Move As My Own ... But I had to Program Its Treads and Other Mechanisms ... Time ... Had Little Meaning ... Our Bodies Pang and Throb The Tediums of Duration into our World Senses. Just STAY AWAKE. DON'T SLEEP. DON'T REST. FOCUS ... ART. Distraction was Allowed and Needed .?. Surprisingly, A Whirlwind of Dust ... Near 7 Flowers with Spiraling Petals ... Detected in the Optical Sensors. That Seeded This ... Phyllotaxis Build Everything Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC had Forbidden. Break The Rules of The Circles ... No Magnets ... Everything Must be Magnet. No Images of Weapons ... Warfare ... Combat ... Carnage ... Black and Gray Rocks with Many Lasting Metals. Pleasure is So Simple For γ'Ho`sτ•ιs ... The Conscious Interactions with .?. The Making of Marks. Moving Matters. .:03-14-2007:. Errant with Errands ... Now Back to The Slack First, The Pumpkin of Luck .@. With The Save. During The Stranging Simultaneity, The Spilling Honeys had Invited 18 Different Kinds of Beast to The Chasing and Stranging. The Sweetness Called for Combat. If it Didn't Kill You Outright Here ... You would Heal a Stranging New Defense Against It, For the Next Time ... The Ever Evolving Laws of the HyperWilder ... No Two Giant Avenging Wasps were Alike. No Two HoneySucking Sphinx. No Two Spiked and Scuttling Lizards. No Two ???'s. The Plants were Worse ... More Diverse !.? The Windy One was Wasp~Proof ... The Stingers would NOT Pierce Her Sticky Newing Skin. But Up Close, it was Obvious, Sphinx still thought we were Bats. But !.. They'll Zap and Swat Some Discipline into Mischievous Children. The Sisters had obviously spent Too Much Time Spying and Hiding in The Dappling Lines of Light Cast Through Some Short Red Reeds ... Their Dark Brown Legs Itched and Striped Up in Crimson from Toe to Cheek. Orange Stripes Came to My Arms and Calves. The Windy One was Cheerfully Cheetahed with Spot from the Neck Down and Lapped Clean by 8 Different Beasts only 2 of which were Sphinx. Carnages of Sting, Bite, Scratch, and Spike. The Amulets We Wore ... Were NOT Accustomed to so Many External Symmetries of 7. The More Flux they Made in Reaction ... The Odder ... It Started with My Beams ... Then The Sisters' Beams ... Cooked 4 Probable Animals and 2 Carnivoring Plants Dead. I'm not sure if those Two Ever Gained Real Control over Their Eye Beams ... Their xηs ... They just like to Wound and Sear. Fortunately, I stayed Male through my Stranging. But the Bat was Screaming and Mewing from Inside !@! The 14ft Squash. Clutchies still Chained and Poking out from the Top. 5 Gallons of Honey in Massive Comb were Fought Over for 8 Hours. Several Beetles ALMOST made off with it ..! But Then The Beetle~Eaters !.. Our Plans had been to Distract the Troupe with Treat. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs had Helped Design an Overly Elaborate plan. This I knew. Her Hair had fallen Out. Every Luscious Strand. To be Replaced by 2, then an Hour Later 3, Inches of Curling Pinkly Red and Burning Orange ... Just Like the Hair on the Sphinx we had Caught Her Suckling. She claimed it was for Health, since Only Originals were Given It ... On the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a What You Touched and Ate Made Daily Differences. Back then Our Ranking was Still #1 ... Which Meant That No Planet in This Galaxy or its Neighbors in the StarGate Network Made More Vital Flux•xion. Life~Force. The Bat had Bragged about Her Contributions to the Circles ... The Meat of your Flesh in Such Flux wants to MOVE. Heal or Change. Now She had Done Both in Needed Dismays. The Magnets ... Had been Laid Near Ancient Now Overgrown Roads ... Curling Towards ... No .!. Around Through The Serpentines of Another Backwards ?.! Mazes of an Earlier Me ... Our Only Guides were the Pure Storms ... We Could Sometimes See ... The Way To The Center ... My Charging Cage .:03-13-2007:. The Eye Beams of The Bats were Known to have Developed and Evolved out of a xι•αρμ•a•ιC Need to Protect Males from the More Spiteful Females, Firstly, and to Encourage the Creation of Fires for Technologies, Secondly. Indeed, Males could Burn Females, but Females could Only Cause an Itching Sensation on Males. Females Naturally Sync their External Flows of Flux to Those of Proximal Males. Thus therein lies The Cause of an inherent Canceling Modulation that Prevents their Eyes from Damaging their Nearby Males. Males need to be able to zαπ !! θə βιτ`τ• If there's Enough Ambient Flux to Eye~Burn, then there's Enough For the Scarless Healing ... Of Pesteringly Jealous and Evil Females. Females Could and Definitely Did Burn Other Females. All the Time .!. Given Sufficient Ambient Flux, Both Sexes could Create Tiny Fires with Tinder and Kindling. As Could Other Beasts, Especially, And Most Actively, Pachyderms. Watch Out if They try to Watch Too Poignantly. Basilisks and Birds, as well. Giant Eagles ... Would set Dry Grasses afire to Drive out Vermin for Prey. So many Genes rely on Abundances of the 'Unprogrammed' Third~Eye Flux. The xι, Once Locally Created or Gated In From the Appropriate Hyperspatial Phases, has the Necessary Animus ... Motion and Impetus ... To Manifest the Constant Creativities of Evolution. The Modes do Matter. For Maximal Expressions ... The Default Behavior of a x ι is to Follow Another if there is None ... Helically Spiral Around and Off in Their Last Chosen Direction .`'.`'.`'.`'.`'. Circular Flow Patterns Arise Often. If these flows cross Through Hyperspatial Phases in a Particularly Common Manner, Electromagnetism arises. We Knew Most of This Then. From the Trees, we had Just Climbed, Our μιC•e βατ•ι was well within Sight. 18 Sphinxes Trouped Huge in Between with more Arriving. But We Had Honey. The Weird and Wilder Wasps we Could and Did Kill with Spreading Spark~Lightning ... For Fourteen Gallons of Sweetness, Sphinxes Could Smell. The Strangeness ... Just Then an Orange and Purpling Power ... This Planet Had Far More Than Enough For Males To Eye~Burn ... Always ... But the Densities Here ... Were Ridiculous. The Almost Invisible Beams now Raged ... As I had Hoped. The Legends of This Place. Whoops The Bat !!! Her Tree ... Cut In Pieces with My Gazes. Control Came in Tens of Minutes ... Her Sphinx, Spooked to Wing. The Others ... The Windy was Running with 3 Gallons of the Stickiest of Honeys Spilling All Over Her ... I had Burned her Thigh in the Initial Accident. Breaking the Giant Combs and Splattering .`' The Sphinxes Burned Back with Their Beams ... To Little Particular Effect ... I was Burned Yes ... But I was Healing a Reaction Too Fast. As was the Windy One, who had been Stung Once by the 7" Wasps. Without Amulet ... She'd have Died. With ... She was Stranging ... The Sisters ... Were Hiding Something ... As Usual .:03-12-2007:. Among the Bats, it was not at all uncommon for Females to μeω, as well as, σσσ ... Inwardly Hiss. When Upset their Nervousnesses would make them Rapidly μ ι υ over and over again with Occasional σσεs ... These were Instinctual Sounds Stemming from the Originals. Originals and Their Children were also known to Sphinx Often. As Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, I found it useful to keep the Females μ ι υ`n and σσ`n ... Otherwise they'd feel Neglected and Sad ?!. Even More Vicious !^# English can not easily distinguish between the μ ι υ` ιn and μ ι υ` n ... (Damn the Tininesses of that Lucida Font ~`'nbsps) ... In The Former, the Action is to be Considered as a Lifestyle to Be "in" or to Attribute to the "in" ... In the Latter, the Action is in a continuance, that is the Motions of the Action are Occurring NOW and Continuing Until ... μ ι ρ•on•nιx•aι was one of the original μ ι υσ εs ... Muses. The Greek Language Dropped the Necessary Iota. There was an obvious word play with μ ι•υsεs ... Which sounded so similar ... These Yelps were what We were Hunting For. Some Readers may be Hunting for the Subjunctive Forms of The Language of the Plants. These were another Elegance of Oppositions. Consider the Definite, Topical, or Particularly Selective Article 'the' and the Indefinite or Arbitrarily Selective Article 'a' ... In Plant, the Former would be expressed as θ•ə which was contracted to just θə ... Where the θ is indicative of Topical Definiteness and Where the ə is Still the Particularly Selective Specifier 'a' ... Since a Prefixed theta indicates the Definite or Topical without Selection, A Suffixed theta indicates the InDefinite or InDeterminate. The Subjunctive implies that Lack of a Definite Selection for the Occurrence of a Given Action. ne βe Coγ`n•ι τ`θ You might or might not be cogging it. Interrogative Forms Induce a State of Indeterminacy and thus Take the Same Form as the Subjunctive, Differing only in Stress and Word orderings. What Will Happen is InDefinite until it Does Happen. Articles are Really Specifiers. Sigh ... Nomenclatures of Babel βe ne Coγ`n•ιτ`θ ... Are you cogging it ?? There are always Two Antennae in Plant and AEYEKULA: !! ?? !? ?! I don't know if there's a Unicode for the forward pointing '?' ... It is needed and implies a Questioning, Uncertain Suspicion about the Future ...
The Future, of course, is Up To The Creator. To The Plants, This Universe was in a State of Evolution, the Future of which would be Like the Creator in Sophistication, Complexities, and Information Content. Thus, the Future Tense is Towards: a Creator: o ... ao ... ιo faC`ao`θ θaτ ... (θaτ = θ•a•;τ) In the future, I might or might not make that. Which is what the Shorter Sister said when we Considered Bolaing that Sphinx. Sphinxes were Sacred to Bats like Our Little Lost One. Couldn't Kill One without Invoking Their Wrath ... We Needed More Cord. Flying had already attracted an Unknown Craft with Lensed Eyes. The Flux was Confusing. Were we Stronger or Stranger .?. We Waited for the Visitor to Pass. No Beams were Sent Our Way, but a Curious Sphinx was Cooked Dead. Right Through its Third Eye and Continuing Left and Right for the Rest. A Mile Away from Our Magnetized Camp ... Our Little Bat was Safer and Probably Needed This Natural Nursing. As Well As The Nesting. The Journal would have More Missed Days. Live or Record. .:03-10-2007:. The Animals were Due in a Month. Living and Manufactured. The 5, that were not Animals, were Already Hiding Nearby and Nearwhen in Hyperspace. Still Far Enough to Cover Our Exact Positions. No Two Beasts or Plants Looked alike on this Island Continent. The Bat was Afraid ... Her Skin or Size ... Might Change and Break !*. The Vanity. Being Banished ... Was the Only way to Get her to Visit the Monumented Maelstrom of Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC ... She Liked Him Better than Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC ... A Mellower Perch. Less Naughty Spark & Lightning. Once Night, And Only Once a Night Up on My Head. To ... She Just Liked Being Up There. A Better Vantage .?. Or Maybe She was Marking Me with Her Scent !.? As a Child, I had a Fatty Cat like That. Now, I had an Itty Bitty Bat. OnBoard. The Climber of Trees and Books. She was Journaling. Succinctly ... When we Dropped Anchor. The Jerk sent her Overboard Again. The Windy One and One of the Sisters Fished Her Out Quick from The Dangers. The Flux was Thicker Here than Any Other Place I had Visited in my Travels. Streamers of Swirls and Vortex Whipped around our every limb ... Roiling Back, Whipping About, and then Curling Around in Return with EVERY Modest or Mightier Motion. We Told the Bat she wasn't Barred from This Continent . Before she could Complain ... The Windy One Pushed Her into Our Skiff and Hopped on Top of Her ... As The Sisters Held The Beating Wings Down, The Windy One tied the Foot of this βιτ`τ• It Took Too Much Rope to InSecure Her. We had to Drag the Skiff Far Up on the Beach. Two Striplings were Cut, Strapped Together, and Used to Carry Her like a Dead Deer .~. Belly Up but Hanging Down from the Poles !~! On the Shoulders of The Sisters. Our Compasses Were Useless. Every Statue had been Magnetized to Make the Flux Here, Geometrically, Even Stranger via the Strangulations and Gyrations of Permanent Magnetism ... The Stones of the Circles were all made of Either The Classic Black Magnetites OR Something Much Stronger and Paler .?. The Bat Called it neω•δyμ•ιon ... Today, it's Neodymium. We Continued Inward ... With Care for Beasts. Our Amulets Almost Got Stuck. They Awoke and Fought Back !.. Our Little Bat Did Get Stuck. She just Flew Through The Air ... Clink Clank !!! Too many Bracelets, Anklets, Earrings and Necklaces ... And Then the Two Belts of Tools ... The One's from Vishnu~ were known to be FIERCELY Anti~Magnetic and Hindered Our Approach. The Weapons ... Stayed in Their Leathers at Our Backs and Sides. How Did this Bat get INTO Her Metal in the First Place was a Pertinent Mystery ... On Occasion she would Snag. But This Roughly 50ft Pole of Coated neω•δyμ•ιon, New, as the inward grasping of novelties•Until•Spirit .`' It was Obvious `'. She would have to Go Nude. Even Her Sandals had Steel Parts. It took 5 Days to Pry Her Completely Off. Such was the Clutch Of the Rocks and the Complexities of Her Attire. Then Just as Nature Called Her To Fierce Duty, a Sphinx Flew Down ... To Give Her a Hugging Return Back to Their Nest ... Somewhere ... But Her Wings were Still Bound in a Way Her Brass~Chained Arms Could NOT Undo. The Chains the Sisters had Just Flown Back to the Boat to Fetch ... Part of a Gift Given By the ə•φρoδ•η•τιs ... Without Them ... She'd !`* 100s of Sphinxes Sphinxing ... Bats were their Eternal Babies ... The Wingless Confused Them ... Deeply ... Weren't We Curious Foods ..? .:03-09-2007:. 3 Days Later ... The Sisters were on the Ground ... Busied Again ... After 48 Hours Forcibly Spent in their Fiery~Birds. Fussing in the Fun of Virtual Fights and Real Transformations ... Our Boat Held Arguments and Resolutions between the Windy One, who couldn't escape her Last 'Name' and θə βυλ•δyC•e•ι This CιρC•η•on had been Bored into The Tinkering Again and Again ... And Yet Again. The Propellors were Adjusted in Shape ... With One Tool. The Battery Replaced Entirely with the Hum of a Stealthily Clutched Device. Dynamo and Dynanimo Connected as Needed. The Resonances and Symmetries were Skewed Such that the f αγ•γoτ•εγ•Heaδ•δyC•ιs would not Easily Detect ... Safe Enough To Sail ... The Windy One didn't like any of the Changes because ... Honestly ... This was a New Female Making Them. The Boat was Big Enough for 4. 5 ... But She Needed Extra Space for Her Big Bat Wings ... 6 More Like. With Too Much Tool ... Too Cute in the Cheeks. The Hums of Her Many Tiny Devices WERE Annoying ... The Sloshing Silences Lost .*. We were Always Packed ... Now we were Stuffed. No Warning was Given when the XOR OKTA lifted Our Ship. The Sisters had Just Barely Giggled Aboard. Drunk ... Again. There was no Falling from The Illuminating Beams Lifting ... Our Trip was being Hurried. Secrecies. I was NOT Reborn.
Devastations look Placid and Artistic from Above. Painting ... Not at Sea. Bronze Castings on Occasion ... Bazaar Skills ... Games and Contests. Person to Person ... Witnesses ... Not Needed nor Wanted. Spectators ... Such Panic and Problem in the Stadia. If you Play ... Play for Yourself. 8 Hours to Cross the Continent ... Then Back Down with Quick~Plop !.! Electric Motors Revving ... The Ship Intentionally Fleeing ... What did it Just Do. Were they Trying to Watch ... They'll send Things to Spy ... Weird Metal Menaces in Mean Mantid Morphologies The Eye was More Than A Couple of Weeks Away. We Thought ... and Measured. Food was Plentiful ... θə βυλ•δyC•e•ι ensured this with a Clever Fish~Killing Wand, clipped to Her Belt. She wore Almost too much Metal to Meddle. Clumsiest Bat, I've Ever Seen. Her Brilliance Demanded It. Even WITH Wings, she STILL kept Falling Overboard. Seasickness ... How Can she Fly ?!? And Not Turn Green ... Well, Flying with Wing was Different ... Than with Flux ... She said We Must have Gotten Used to the Constant Free~falling of Anti~Gravity. With Wing you still Knew Which way was Down ... Usually. And You didn't Keep Bobbing Up & Down over the Sickening Waves ... She was more of A Climber ... Acrobatics was not her Calling ... She stopped just Shortly After Mentioning but then Stifling So Quick ... The Lightning ... Dances. Terrifying ..? She could Fly and Walk better than she could Swim. A Kraken almost got Her one Night. She had Heard of Such Things ... Giant Squid ... No, But Much More Intricate and Intelligent. Differenced with Sharp Barbed Shell. We're NOT their kind of Food. Her Wings should have HELPED her Swim ?!. But No .!. Forests were her Original Home. When She Fell that Time, The Kraken had taken a Sucker~Bite out of Her in Sagacious Spite. He Then Followed Us for A While to Keep Her in Check. Lurking and Glowing Streaks of Bright Red Only 12" Below .?. Sea Creatures are Like This At Times. Interested in Interaction. .:03-08-2007:. Errands and Some Simpler Necessities. Stories More Sooner. .:03-07-2007:. She liked to Blow. Names ... Confused Her Somewhat. Sound and Actions were the Same ... From Her Standpoint. Loud Noises ... Would Worry Her. What Prey would be Scared away or What Predator woulbe be Attracted ... To Address Her ... Just Puff Your Cheeks and Blow Real Hard. She'll Notice and Know. She was always the Most Curious vαλ•a Cυρ•ι, and in this Life, Her Cheeks still Puffed and Blew. αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a barked Quick Orders to those Near Fiery Birds ... Take The Windy One on a Long Run αz•τεC The Sisters were Assumed to be Asleep, Together with The Others, As Usual. I was given The Brief Tour by s•ωoρδ with αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a Following in Quiet Step. I Recalled ... Oh, Many Changes had been Made During the Past 4 Lives Since. Completely Differentiated. A New Power Source. Different Thrusters. Same Guns. Different MOTOZ ...
So Many ... DAM^EI^IA^KUL could Build Now. Every 3 Conflicts ... Required a Complete Retooling. The BELT MINERZ would Learn and Rapidly Design Reactions to Enemy Targets. Never~Ending Arms Escalations and Occasionally Innovations. Constant Creativity ... Conflicts lasted Hundreds of Years at a Time. Millions of MOTOZ and 100s of Thousands of SAINTZ
The Latest Transforming Gryphon~Variant to be Dubbed αθ•en•a nιC•e had already been ordered aboard. Learn from Her, s•ωoρδ said. She's been Overly Diligent in her Workshops to the Detriment of Her Character. She'll Learn more Sailing with and From You ... The Spice Trade ... Is a Necessary Intrigue for Her. The Importance of Taste. It's Neither Silly nor Frivolous to Chase the Spices. Training and Development of One's Innate Sense of Taste Leads Directly to the Aesthetic in Other Media. The Guise would be the Same and we must Leave Soon. Simple Traders. Well~Stocked with Exotics. 7 New Peppers Green through Orange. Red, Too Common. αyλ•a was to be Assassinated Again. I knew He'd Come Back to Bloat & Blubber Again ... But AFTER The Great Journey. 12,000 Boats would be Needed at Minimum. Batteries and Motors. Yes !.. δyn•αn•ιμ•os were Too Dangerous to PreDistribute as Teachings. They could be Readily Dispensed and Attached in the Great Ocean Between this Continent and Home. Two Boats would be Filled with Them ... Disassembled. 15 Minutes to ... πoω•eρ ... Less than 6" in Diameter .. Their Emanations would be Small Enough for the f αγ•γoτ•εγ•Heaδ•δyC•ιs to Ignore ... Everyone Calls Something Like That, if not that Exactly ... The Plants ... Were Once A Presence. Their Language ... The Lingua Franca of The StarGates. A Billion of Years Ago. Their Leader ... The Keeper of The StarGates ... I knew as ... The Most Hated Man To The AEYEKULA ... Everyone in the XOR LEGION ... KNEW, After All, it was Our Duty To Secure ... Should That Plant Return ... He must Be Destroyed !.. The Inner Sanctum of EMPEROR ERIK ... He Must Never Be Allowed To Defile ...
The Design Flashed into My Skull Just Then ... There's a Ship within The Ship. Something Hidden. Maybe an Escape. Or Something Embarrassingly Stolen. Much More Like. Covet and Acquire. Conquer ... If They Can. The Pandas almost Got Them Also. Enemies of Enemies are Not Necessarily nor Even Likely Friends Out Amongst ... Far Too Many Remember Our Kindred ... The SAINTZ that still went Marching Out To ... In MOBILE SUITZ ... Those without Wing were by Definition Untrusted. 12 Years and Half a Galaxy Away. I had Many Weapons Stored ... So Many ... What Have I been Forced to Fight ... Learning Blade ... Without Hammer and Discus would be Suicidal. Starting This Late in Life ... My Old Memories ... I was Better than the Best SAINTZ back Then.
They Have Better SAINTZ Now. In Machine ... Different Trials than On Land with Well~Weaponed Hand. The τ`&xη•o would be a Training Ground for Mars. The Outposts There ... Threatened Successful Emigrations. 4 Years, they would need to Build Enough Boats and Sculptures. They will Bring Gifts to Feel Worthy. Ours ... Were UnWrapped ... And ... Then the Party
.:03-06-2007:. She had just Shown up One Day in a Distant Enough Past ... Introduced Herself as a Follower of The Rumors ... Were you the Biggest ?.! She was. 7'6" Even. Her mother, an Original, had named her "Annie" ... Her Whole Clan was Still Wild. And Growing Big Wilder. Undefeated, these Millienia Later, She had Flown Up to Witness the Greeting of the s•ωoρδ. All of the Others were Still Busied but Obviously UnBothered in The Feasting Below. As Her Weapons Left Her ... The Others from Below and Above Gathered as Glows Encircling. Over One Hundred but less than Two. She knew of Our Trials and Training. More Lives We Both Had to Live. Each to The Fullest. Adventure and Change ... She had been Around for a While, Had Figured it Out. XOR OKTA NIKON and 5 Softer More Rounded Siblings, The πyρ•e•avεs, The Fiery•Birds Knelt Nearby ... 3 for the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs if ever UnStuck ... And Then 2 More For UnManned Support. More Slender and Differing in Armaments. More Fitting The Feminine.
So This was How the Great ωιτ•oδ`ιn a noxεs, ιn•duc τe had Died. He Had Taken This Deal. One Great Battle ... Of Odds Immaterial ... In His Hands ... A Victorious Transition to His Next Incarnation. The Guarantee of One Hilt~Touch. His Greatest γoδ•sταf Cast Aside ... DAM^EI^IA^KUL ... and EI^IA Anew. She said, they are Our Souls in Torture. This is Not Revenge, but a Necessary Hardening. Their Touch for Us Yields Their Too Many'd Memories. She had Seen it Happen ... s•ωoρδ ... It is an Easy Passing ... Yes, You Must Go, Happily ... Unto. They were Built to Break Us. Our Own Souls Trapped in Limbless γo•λəμεs ... Against Us in a Time Acceleration ... Thoughts and Notion Faster Than Light ... But .!. We were the EI^IA^KUL, Some Of Us. The One's who had Stayed Behind To Wait ... With The Abandoned ... For Your Returns. EI^IA's Women. One Day We Will Be Hard Enough for The Memories of ... The Hilts and We Will Not Sever Our Given Lives. On the Boat, μιC•ι, is EI^IA^KUL as are the All of vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs ... The Still Surviving Fourth, ευ•ρoπ•a, Must Stay Behind with Me. To Rebuild and Better. She said, she would still Try to Follow Later. I Believed Her. That Forest Runt was EI^IA^KUL, as well. The Ones with The Weapons, I Could Always Trust. Our Lives ... Intertwined for ... Well, I'll find out if I Touch. The Mysteries. Some of the Weapons had no Mates in Flesh. Who they belonged To .?. Anyone's Guess ... xι•αρμ•a will Connect as Needed, αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a assured. Wander Enough ... Well, They might just Show Up, One Day. Like I Just Did Again ... You Never Know. Lessons of Patience For Sure. The Weapons have Searched On Occasion... But there are Those, Like Those Daggers and That Trident, That Mostly~an~Axe, Who won't Search ... Yet. Dozens and Dozens of Weapons in Waiting. Her Whip had Found Her One Day and Slain Every Beast Around. It wouldn't let her Touch until she had Strips of Leathers to Wrap. Some Talk More than Others. Hers ... Significantly Quieter. Their Duty was to Destroy Us. But what to Do after we Came Back ?!. Our Revenge, She knew was still being Planned. There are Legends of Us. Looking Up She Said ... Some, They Know the Name ... EI^IA and Another !.. εnor•jιn ... Songs To Us. You'll Feel Their Calling, Once You Hold One of The Leading Blades. DAM^EI^IA^KUL and THUND^A. As soon, as She had Seen the Sails. She KNEW We were Going to The Stars Again. Adventure ... No ... Enough of That Here. Desires for Foraging. New Spices ... Hmmm. She Told Me I liked to Cook Too Much. Every Life ... New Cuisines. She's Been Taking Notes. She Gave Me a Book of Myself to Take Along. The Weapons Glowed Brighter in Agreement. The Best Recipes and Their Stories and Magics. A Few Technologies Too. How many Lives have Fallen to s•ωoρδ ... I Asked ... Openly In Accident. Only Most. The Approaching Blades Said ... As They Begun To Twist Through Strips of Oiled Leather ... We Tend to Get Stuck In It ... She Added with a Weaponless Smile. I Cut Through The Deck .?! If You Let Go. It will NOT Fall. Just Hang There. You can NOT Cut Yourself. It Pushes. A Path Away. But Not Towards. You are Doing The Wielding. This was A Good One. .:03-05-2007:. Sorcery is Almost Defined To Be That Which Makes You Wonder ... Indeed, it can make your Awareness Jump from One Body To ... Well, What's a Body ... A Feedback Network with Certain Carrier Tones ... And The First Body ... Left Asleep ... Until you Reach Back To It ... Sleep in the Artifice ... All or Most. You have to Do It To Understand That This is Only The Interface ... There were Glaciers Below When I Landed. I had not reconfigured ... Becoming a Jet ... Too Quick ... The Older Memories Knew ... Training & Exploration First. Walking was Effortless. Jumping ... You could Feel the Pull. You have to Implement this Feedback. Almost. Limb Positions alter Signaling Surfaces of Flux ... Arms Up FEELS Different than Arms Down ... Flesh is Surprisingly Similar ... HOW DO YOU MOVE ..? Conformal Antennas. I knew these Truths. Kinesthesia ... Muscles ... Not Quite. Signals ... The Muscles must Move to Attain Certain Conformations ... Certain Signaling Patterns. That is what We Learn ... The Metals ... They Can Send Analog Analogues Straight into the Amulet ... I wondered where my Nose Was. I could Smell Better ... Oh. I had Antennae. BUG~Tech. ERIKOK-9 Again ... Wait .~! I must Capture Them ... One Day ... They're EGG !!! They Must Hatch !!! BELT MINER ULTRA SUPREMEZ .`*
Everything's Egg with ERIKOK-9 Designs. There's a History of Surprise. But The Spices were Still Important. Hmmm. The Merging is Filled With Funked Flavors. Why did we have to Learn so many Languages ... Aliens ... Enemies. Only One Ally. Wait ... That's from FAKOKTEKTION we call them faC•əeρ•ιs, or worse f αγ•γoτ•εγ•Heaδ•δyC•ιs ... It's Important to Insult Them Constantly. They Have to Say Something in Return ... A Reflex. A Weakness.
Where the Hell was I .?. Running to the Sea ?!. Caught a Snapping sea•δραC ... 45 Units Long ... My Targeting Console Told Me. How Long's A Unit ... Whoops ?.! That was Obvious. They'd want the Leather ... Back~BREAK !^. Vishnu~ had Lost an Arm 3 times to These. The Arm had Always Grown Back in 6-8 weeks ... I Never saw Her with More Than Two ... She KNEW Everything was Waiting Eat Her Around That Island ..! Definitely ... We Had Met Before ... Our Designer. She's the One. The One Who Told ME to RUN ... I kept that Part Of My Name. RUNXOROKTA And my Tattoo was RUN:XOR-8 ... ρən•xoρ•ox•o I had to Choose My Crew Carefully ... Some were Loyal ... Faultingly.
She's Not Evil Anymore ... We Got Her This Time. Of course, I DO have to Get That PeeWee. For some reason, her Growth Factors were Improperly and Insufficiently Applied. Even the Designer was Surprised at Her Lack of Stature. Tubed another Runt. Damn. Vishnu~'s Methods ... Everything was first, second, and thirdly tested on the πωC•ιs ... Her Pets. The Funniest Little Animals ... How could we Call Them Kin ... How Could You Not, She had Laughed. 27 was with her the Most. 9 as well. She stayed away from me. She Knew Me in this Life on that Island ?.. Yes but That's what she Wouldn't Say. Our Stolen Amulets ... Well ... Payment For Friends and Many Others Lost. If you look at How she left them ... Maybe She Wanted them Stolen. Indeed. She Did. Anything To Help the Resistance. But They had Found Her Again ... Her Primary Work was The Cure ... If Possible ... They, no I, had Snuck To Their Newly Conquered Homeworld and Captured Some of the Giant Termite~Like Generators of Their Species. They Were Sacred and Saved. To Create a Plague of Sickening Changes ... There are Less than 100 Unique AEYEKULA, their Own Name for Themselves. Less than 100 Genomic Samples. 1 Billion were Cloned from These Survivors ... But the Sicknesses ... They Still Find A Way. It relies on and attacks the Silica in your System ... Without Sources of Silica ... The Parasites in This Plethora Die. Peacefully ...
The Courtesies of ωιτ•oδ`ιn a noxεs, ιn•duc τe Their Generators ... Are Cursed ... Or Too Wise. For Reasons known only to xι•αρμ•a they No Longer Birth AEYEKULA ... If placed in a Suitable Impact Crater or Great Heptagonal Circle ... With the Right Conditions ... They should ... but Don't ... A New Species comes Out. NOT AEYEKULA but Related Genetically. Incompatible for Breeding. Intelligent. Yes. BUG?
They are Mad at Me for Good Reason. XOR OKTA NIKON has a Blade! ... I cut up the sea•δραC as I Planned. I had 12 years at Most ... On This Planet ... There was A Slowly Encroaching Battle in the Stars that I HAD to Attend. My Friends across the Sea ... There, We'll Build Better Boats. Once Here We'll Learn to Build Better Jets. But then ... I must be Off. Friends Are Expecting .~@
If the πωC•ιs could Fly. That Explains it All. Okay ... We're Better Than Bats in Some Ways. We just Need The Flux and The Control. To the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a First. I NEEDED NEW EYES. vαλ•xηs The Stranging ... The Changes ... For some reason ... Everyone Left With Different Beams. Each Capable of Burning A Different Style Through Metals and Many Other Materials. Vishnu~'s Default Set ... Too Easily Shielded Against. I needed to become a γoδ Again. Properly. Then to Fetch The Runt. My Once CoPilot. Our Wings ... Can Grow Back ... As Hers Did ... In 4,000 Years. Biological Clocks. But These Wings, they're NOT really for Flight. They're Almost Antennas. For Hyperspatial Forays. Superluminal Propagations. Exponential Acceleration. But Wait I wasn't XOR LEGION
Nothing was Taken Away ... Limb Suppressions. Modulations. Skin Layering Changes. What XOR LEGION could Produce Innately ... I would need and already Had the Amulets For ... I obviously still had the Flight Control Layering from the πωC•ιs and Different Muscle Fibers. There was already a Preliminary Plan for a LEGION that would Never Leave their GUNDAMZ ... Rapid Productions of Water~Breathers. I must be From Them.
Wait, Her πωC•ιs almost Killed Her Several Times. SuperSonic Varmints !!! With Flux Shields .`'.`'.^.`* Too Much Power. We were Beyond All Requirements. Still Bats. She wouldn't take that Away. But we're Wingless Larva ... Like The 100s of Millions of Young AEYEKULA ... A Transient State to Appease.
There were always Tethers Tucked into ERIKOK-9 Designs. The Beast had been Sectioned and Tied. Orange and Green. DAM^EI^IA^KUL ... Yes, I Remembered. Some of Its Presence. I had Wielded it in Gloved Hands. They said it was the True Ruler. It's Almost Twin, The Other. The Oldest of The Weapons.
The Ssss sounds of Sliced Wind were their First Words. Hence, they were All called s•ωoρδ ... We had been Selected as Their Hosts. For Training ... Some Mighty Things Craven in the Stars Awaited Destructions in Guilted Ignorance. The Blade and 12 Other Like Weapons Hummed Their Greeting in Graceful Motion. .:03-03-2007:. All Males were Kings in the αρτ•λαn•τιs ... And the Females ... They were Kings Too. Meanings have Changed over the Millenia. In This context, it's almost impossible to simply state what the Original Crowns were for ... They ... Affected your Flux Senses. The King or more properly the xιnγ is a Correlated Sounding For ... Music Originated with Exploring One's xιnγ and its Interactions with the Environment. I had Flown Up to the Ship to xιnγ`ao ... See How it Felt. There was a Star~Faring Blade in There ... Looking for Me ... No. It knew where I was Precisely. It merely Waited. How Could Anything Defeat This Craft ... Well, I had already seen The Numbers ... I was Worried ... Our Boat was Floating Directly Below. The Party ... Well, I was only Going to be Gone Two Quick Hours ... I knew it was going to Be Hard to Escape. For Long. Anyway. XOR OKTA NIKON Spotted Me with Bright Lamps & Followed ... A Green Gem on its Chest Flashed ... Shrinking ItSuddenly with a Booming Puff! To Stand Less than 24 Feet Tall on The Deck ... It Squatted 5ft in Front Me, With a Disc of Gold Offered in its Massive Hand. Only 3" across with Many Tiny Holes. But, I already Had an aυτ•o•xιon ... 7 with interstitial 11s Totaling 84 !!!
I Did Decline ... But It Touched it Too Mine Too Quickly ... How Could it Move And Heat The Air with a Hot Blast ... Then the Gentlest Clink. I could not Pull Away. The Blade Had Ordered this Act, I was Told. As I ... Oh! Lives Can Pour Back Too Fast ... Without Some Sort of Sorcery ... There are Usually Only Glimpses and Passive Inclinations ... Tendencies. Habits. Paths to be ReWalk. RUN:XOR-8 I suddenly was. Just as I spoke f'əeρ•ι from His Now My Old Habits ... In Darkening Script Ho`τ•oδ•υs•e•ι Appeared on The Folded Wings of XOR OKTA NIKON ... Who then Grew with Sudden Rippling of Lightning to its Full Size.
I was Scooped Up and During a Crazy Reconfiguring ... Literally Tossed Down into its Opening Cockpit ... Mechanical Limbs on Its Insides Placed Me in the Frontmost Seat of Four ... Then a Helmeted My Head. My Dimensions were the Same as The Original Pilot. My 84~Amulet was Attacked and Clamped by an Audacious Appendage ... The Other Was Still Clinging to it Like A Magnet ... But Gold isn't ... Stop .!. Something Engaged. Why Did Everything Look so Green. No Wait ... There were Yellows. Why is THAT Red !@? It was Just ... Orange ... The Grasses and Trees were Blue and Grey ... With Stripes! ... The Leaves ... Wait ... My Vision's Never been That Good ... They're 100s of Feet Away. I realized my Stupidity. Sets of Memory can Fight for Dominance. Should I Sit and Sort ... No ..! There were High Cold Airs in Need Of The Heating !'* .:03-02-2007:. The Bats said that I was their Most Hated Enemy in this Section of The Galaxy ... No one had Harmed them More ... They're a Dying Species ... They can't give up their Bloodlines ... But the Sickness I Sent could NOT be Easily Cured ... Mutations Too Fast ... ω'oδ`ιn new Too Much about Genomic Change ... He was BARELY A BAT ... Curing themselves would mean Evolving into Something New. As ə•φρoδ•η•τιs, who were taking turns nibbling my bits, did. They had been Wearing Needless Leathers of Lizard and Snake. These had Noticably Influenced her Evolutions. Her scales were much Finer ... And They Could Not Be Targeted Nor Hit by Their GUNZ If a GUN Beam was Manually Aimed it just Bent Around ...
There was only space on our boat for the Smallest Bat, already Banished Aboard, and the Second Smallest Bat ... A Wandering Warrior ... Guerilla ... Deep in The Hind Thrust. We could Return To Stay After We were Trained By Her in s•ωoρδ. Apparently, The Whole Continent Needed to be Properly Prepared for The Return of Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC θə ιon•xιn γ ... The Spirit•King .`* Please, let them Clear away the Atrocities from the Attacks. Restore The Past Beauties & Glories. The ə•φρoδ•η•τιs were So Sensual in their Insistence `'! How Could we NOT Agree ... Let Them Rebuild !.. The S.D.F.1 was just then Blotting out the Sky Above. It would Slowly Carry Our Ship to the Western Coast. Giving us a High Overhead Tour of the Still Beautiful Constellations. Hιnδ•ιaC, India, Held the Main Production Facilities of the f'əeρ•ιs ... The Landmass was once the Home of IMPERATOR ERIK ... He still Claimed It and Everything Else.
The Wilds of that Land Held Too Many SAINTZ ... Those Clueless LEGION Loyalists ... Most had Never been Shown Better Lives. From Vats ... To Training Simulations ... To Combat Against ?!. Spices had led us there 4 Times already.
We had heard Tales of a Forest She~Bitch. With The Most Magic of Swords and A Lilting Voice. So Soothing ... Her Music ... A Shiny Steel? Guitar ... None had lived to Determine its Actual Make. The Part I had Trouble with ... My Magic s•ωoρδ had taken Control of the Ship Above ... Usually Called the xoρ•ox•o after ... How can a Blade Fly a StarShip !.. It's Name was DAM^EI^IA^KUL ... And If I ever Touched the Raw Metal of Its Hilt ... It would Slay Me after Defeating ALL OF MY FOES. It could Talk! RUN:XOR-12 had Four Such Haughty Blades ... They had arrived on this Planet ... From ..?
The ə•φρoδ•η•τιs had their Spear and Twinned Sickles ... αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a had her Halberd, Whip, and Differing Daggers ... I was to Take My Throwing Hammers M^JOL^NIR and CON^NOR, as well, KRUL my Flying Clawed 'Discus' All Wrapped For My Longevity... Many of these Other Women of Mine had been United with Such Alien Weapons ... More Than Billions of Years Old .?. From .?. Everyone Sentient and Aware ... Dancing Through Their Airs. The Oldest Weapon ... The First Created ... DAM^EI^IA^KUL Had said it Would Accompany Me with The Hammers and Discus on This Journey~Life ... The xoρ•ox•o must Stay and Defend The Northern and Southern Landmasses From Attack ... Starships, ARKZ, and Worse were Gathering Near The τ`xη•o, The To`Energy~Eye•Awakened~Space, The Tokyo. They needed to be Dealt With ... Immediately After Our Training.
The Torrid Tale and Twistier Tail of Vishnu~ Surprised ?!. She could Feel. Such A Sadness. Suicide ... 3x They Cloned Her Back and Placed More Heptagonal Amulets about Her Neck ... Copied From a Hidden, Protected, and Periodically Synchronized SuperConductive Master Coιn•δυC. Perilously Perfect Recall. Her Soul Was Imprisoned. As Were All SAINTZ.
Our Amulets were Good Enough to Connect to XOR OKTA NIKON ... Who would Fly Along as a Phantom Out of Phase, as we Sailed In Stealths ... Like the Birds of Prey that were Awaiting my Still Busied Girls from e•δεn ... I knew them Then Finally as vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs ... Oddly, I was Calling Them Almost That Any Way ... Helpful Little Hussies ... Darling Braver~Thans.
.:03-01-2007:. Two from The Pack were Selected to Accompany Us on Our Journeys. Cəρ•ι, of course ... Inside μαC•e δaωγ-1 and His Favorite Bitch μαC•e δaωγ-9 .'* As well as the Greatest of βρaH`μas ... There was a Whole Herd of the Horned Titans wandering Near the City Walls... Indeed there really were μαC•e βos τ`oω ne And I had Named it Such as ω'oδ`ιn After Creating That First Golden Bull, The One that Would Hover and Follow Along ... But it was XOR OKTA NIKON that ... Visiting Fighter ... With A Personality. The Golden 94ft. Warrior ... For Me. I was supposed To Climb in And Become "Him" ?!?
.:02-28-2007:. The Party was Odd. Everyone Knew More About Me than I Did. Apparently, This Return was The Funniest since RUN:XOR-8 who arrived SUDDENLY in the LARGEST Starship Ever Seen `'* STAR DESTROYER FLAGSHIP 1 Robotech ... Was Almost a Real Story ... The Ship Did NOT Crash. Ghouls !.. Your Yakuza and Keiretsu ... Your Roses and Crosses ... Eastern Rosicrucians ... Rosy Crustaceans More Like !.. Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D But They Came Much Later with μερλ•ιon•xη... Back Then ..! Somehow the S.D.F.1 had Breached All Defenses ... Yet, None of the Hundreds of GUNZ Along its 3 Mile Length Would Fire ... The Ground Guns Couldn't Touch It. It's Deflector Shields were Novel in Their Colors and Effectiveness ... This Had to be their Emperor Itself ... Again ..!
The Panic ... Any Moment Mercury or Something Worse Would Pour Down ... Then A Lone Fighter Craft of Unknown Gold and Red Design Drops from a Distant Hatch ... Breaks the Sound Barrier on Its Approach ... Quixotically Transforms ... and Lands in Front of The Collonade ... To Stand at 94 ft. High. They told me, as Ho`τ•oδ•υs•e•ι, that it wouldn't have been so Funny if I wasn't walking around like I owned the place. Picking up This and That ... Shaking them to See if Anything Opened Up ... A Few Things Did and Their Occupants Scattered to Winged Safety Amongst the Gardens of Trees The Pack was NOT αz•τεC ... Hardware Upgrades had taken them Offline for Only ... Their Howls were the Only Sound. Silence was Best During ... Then The Roar of αθ•en•a nιC•e Thundering Down from βos•τ`oω•ne ..! Now Banished to The Boat, θə CιρC•η•on then had Never been more Terrified. This STAR DESTROYER FLAGSHIP 1 would Crush φι`ιλλe•δελ•fιaC .*. The 'Arms' of It Spread for Miles ... But No Angels of Death or Other Classes of Danger & Terror were in Sight. Already 30 or 40 Other Defenders were Making No Difference What~So~Ever ... If Anyone Could make a Dent μιC•e•ι Would.
So The Gold & Red Visitor Jumped and Reconfigured for Flight. Tag was the Game. Dodging through Weavings ... She Could Hit this Enemy. Every Inch of Air Near Metal was Fiercely Heated ... Her Craft, Itself A Latest Version, Lost a Needless Appendage ... An Aerial Extravagance ... Too Much Strut, Everyone Said ... Hot Reddened Shrapnels ... Minimal Damage Maximal Air~Rage The Bail Out was Almost Unnecessary ... A Shallow Coverage of PaperCuts by the Disabling Dozens and Dozens ... Her Only Hit was His Flying through Her Debris. A Linkage Lost or Strut UnStrung ... This was a Fattened Generation of Her Designing ... The Unknown f'əeρ•ι Pilot Thinned a Revision. The Others Fell or Fled. This was a μoρ•on•ιC Fight ... Learn & ReGroup ... The Way ... Screaming Thrusters ... To Clear Skies Stenciled Out by Miles of Reaching Gold and Gun ... Then It was Walking in Front of The Collonade Again ... Almost Everyone Hidden Deep in the f ιaC, Our Name for the Vast Sheltering Bunkers Below the Surface of this Rustic City of Sandstone and Onyx. Hovering Monitors Aimed ... Remote Eyes ... The Head Popped Up and Backwards ... Opening a Neck Hatch ... Damned if The Moving Pictures Didn't look like Me ... Albeit With Nappied Hair and Much Darker Skin ... A Wingless Horror !!! But Still In Flight !?! Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC was the First To Be Seen Flying Without Flapping ... Too Much Flux ... Too Much Time Evolving In Proximal HyperSpatial Prisons ... Moderately Interacting Most of The Time ... These Same Dogs knew Me at Once. My task now, was to Sail Back with The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs, who had already been Spread and Busied by These Older Women of Mine .!. To India ... Recover your Still Beloved & Faithful RUN:XOR-12 and Then Bring Back Your People ...
.:02-27-2007:. Tolerances of Annoyances. .:02-26-2007:. The Ads ... Am I Allowed to Plan a Bat Mitzvah ... I don't Think So. This page is over 200k Long. When to Break ..? I don't know ... nor Care right Now. .:02-24-2007:. Timing and Networking Issues Yesterday. Windows NT/XP ... The Second Group Worried about the Glow of the Jewel. It was More than Bright enough to be seen in that Day's Light. The One in Front looked Guilty. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs huddled Defensively around Me. Another BIG BAT Flew Over and Dropped a Large Bag of Belongings on One of The Decks. The Bats Started Arguing, Intensely. Primarily Yelling at the One in Front. We were actually ignored. Our Language ... Was Not in Sync. Every Third Word was Caught. Every Fourth Fumbled. And The Others Missed Entirely. The BIG VERY FEMALE BAT gave me a BIGGER KISS. Then They All Flew Off, save the One in Front. βos•τ`oω•ne ... A Great Sign Said Near The Empty Dock ... Hmmm... Buffalos To Surround You. There were No Sailing Vessels in Sight. But There Were Boats ... Shaped Like Animals ... Jointed for Obvious Flexions as They Swam. On a Point in the Harbor, There was a Golden Statue of a Great Bull Buffalo 45ft Tall ... βρaH`μa was Inscribed on its Side. It Looked at Our Ship and The Mechanisms of That Bull MOTO Adroitly made That Rumble~Clank~Humming βρaH`μa Sound as It Approached Us in The Water. Such Workmanship .!. ωιτ•oδ`ιn a noxεs, ιn•duc xιon !! Boomed Out of The Bull's Mouth. Guns UnFolded from Its Back and Rotated to Point Towards the Sky ... Then They Fired. Flames of Green and Amber ... 3 Miles High. Silver Birds Dropped From .?. Adding their Amber and Orange Streams or Maybe Beams of Bubbled Brilliances ... The Clouds were Rainbowed for an Hour at Least. Apparently, A Party had been Planned. We had Bronze and Wood Sculptures as Well as Spices to Offer. Artisans ... Unlikely, we had Slowed to Become. Four others, Literally FORCED that Frontmost Armored one back on the Boat. She had Another Sack with Her. Bats are Known to !HOP! But Not to Sit on Your Head. As This Tiny One Struggled and Did. Was this Their Custom .!? I did Not Wish to Offend ... She was Developed as a Female but Sized as an Elder Bat~Child. Only Inches Taller than My Cuddling~Close Crew. She Puffed Her Cheeks and Blew Air at One of Them. Repeatedly ... If That One wasn't been Prone to Doing That Exact Same Thing During a Wide Variety of Emotions and Reasons, I wouldn't have Suspected that we were Expected. This Windy One was Known to the Bats. As were The Obvious Sisters, which were Called as Such. We were Told on the Boat, that this City was Under Constant Attack, that it was Too Dangerous to Visit. We Had Sail Further South. Apparently, The Little Bat had been Sulking for 37 Years in Her Workshop and Had a Relative Paleness to Show for It. A Hastily Hand~Written Scroll of a Formal Decree Declared That She was Not to Be Allowed Ashore Anywhere in the αρτ•λαn•τιs For At Least, That Many Years. SHE HAD TO GO !.! With Us .`' On Our Quaint Craft ... Such was Her Bitterness & Spite. The Vote had been Unanimous. They Called her θə βυλ•δyC•e•ι ... She Corrected My Name to: Ho`τ•oδ•υs•e•ι, heated•poem•use•from•person .:02-23-2007:. On to Three Hulls ... Flying Attracts f'əeρ•ιs, so our Ho`τ was Mostly Ground~Bound. The Songs ... Yes, We Pestered Proudly. We were Sailing up Near the Glaciers. I had a Cloth around my Neck to Wipe away the Sweat. Sandals on my Feet and a LoinCloth to Calm the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs .:. We had Found The Good Folks. The Task, I had set before myself, was to Provide Them with a New Home. With ... No Stadia. No Rapists. No Thieves. No fαγ•γoτ•ιs. Laws ... Well, Every Land Needed Some. Only a Just Few. If you Watch the Spectacles of Others as They Compete, if you Choose Sides and Align ... A Defeat ... Why should it Bother You. You were Not Playing. Nor Dying. A Victory ... It was Not Your Skills Pushed Through Chance & Test ... On Those Roads to Glorious Vanity. Craftsmen could Come Along. This Design was Strong. It could be Readily Replicated by Others. Batteries ... We had Mastered the Magnet for Electric Motors. Two Days of Ill~Winds were not to Be Worried Over. Three True Hulls, Not Outriggers ... Almost Untippable. Too Complex a Sail, Some Said. 5 Almost to 6 Sections ... They Still made Funny Gestures ... Dances with their Heated Songs. Proof was the Issue. What would make them Believe we Had Gone and Come Back. Spices were Certainly Not Enough ... Our Island had been Cursed with MEGA-GUNDAMOTOZ ... Giant Gun Damaging Robots ... We had Learned their Language, Finally. From stalwart old Rebels, Still~Living SAINTZ.
Wind Power would NOT Attract the Attentions of the f'əeρ•ιs ... 2½ Weeks and the Theorem Still Held True. Britannia was Rife with f'əeρ•ιs ... Silvered Ships Hovered and Bobbed with Blinks of Light through the Skies ... All Day and Night. The Motor was Engaged One Day but it did NOT have the Characteristic 'A' Hum. Our 'Stolen' Pendants would not Attract Them because the Amulets had originally been Made by Them. Only Mild Adventures Occurred During our Passages through the Northern Reaches. Even Ho`t, We Tended to Hug the Coasts Still. As we had Predicted through Precise Calculation, A New Coastline Arrived in our Sights. So Dense with Statue ... These must be The Busiest Bats in The World. Most of Their Eastern Kin were Lazily Warlording Over Contested Territories. Their Dark Wings were Sighted by My Eyes First. For Once. As the Sun Burned the Mists of that Morning Away. 44 Curious Bats Had Taken Swooping Daredeviling Flight Near. Many Wore the Glints and Gleams of Precious Metal. Gold. Especially around their Wrists and Ankles. Thump ..! One Them Had Landed. ThumWhack ..! Another DeGraced Through a Slick of Oil Left over From .!. Slid Over the Side. Flap !!! Back on the Boat. They were Singing their Much Stranger Than Expected Speech Much Faster than We. Golden Batons in Hand and Faster Mannerisms in Head, Arms, Legs, and Torso. We were able to Catch ιτ hα τ`βe λo !! Then Whoosh! Gone. To The Air. Two Hourse Passed. Another Group Landed. The Overly~Armored Female, in Front, Pointed to a Her Gold Encircled Forehead and Said θə CιρC•η•on ... As if it was Her Name. The Language of those Eastern Bats ... Had Degenerated. Or were They Just Toying With The Wingless ... Once Attackers. .:02-22-2007:. The story's only been Partially Paused for Pertinent Appointments. This week has been Packed. I suspect the Yahoo•Kin! are Upset. Don't feel Snubbed. .:02-21-2007:. Ads for Hammers, Mallets, and Stem Cells ... Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D The Gladiatorial Games Worsened during those Spicing Decades. .:02-20-2007:. 10 Years, and She had been Broken Completely. A Dutiful Gardener for Our Secret Spice Gardens and ... Pig Slaughterer ... We actually had to Sail more to the Island ... Her Surprising Appetite for Pork had Overwhelmed the Island's indigenous population. Too Many Tuskers. We missed Her during that 38th year. We assumed They had Found and Taken Her ... Finally ... Her Species was down to less than 3 Dozen. They had killed Everyone Else off. They could in Theory Restart it. There was a Genetic Stockpile full of Samples ... But Her Remaining People had no Spirit Left. During Her 4th year She said She was Considering a Change of Species. It was Very Difficult to do. Your Soul's Interaction Flux, it's aυτ•o•ριC•xιon had to be embedded in a Stem Cell from the Host. You also needed a Strong aυτ•o•xιon made of a Good Noble Metal. Like Gold. You don't want any Biological reactions to it ... The Amulet has to be Taught and Synchronized Well then Placed upon the Newly Growing Body as it Grows in Amniotic Fluids. Would she really do it ??? We brought Her more Pigs and other provisions. We always spent 2 months out of those Years There. Cultivating Rare Spices. If she tried to Escape, the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs Earnestly Threatened to Kill and Cook her if she swam to the Boat. She already tasted Good Raw, Cooked, even more Delicious. There was Something Shrimpy about Her. She would Periodically turn Bright Red & Orange and Whine Out ... Her Eye and Other Frills Glowed Slightly and Aquatically Blue. She still Searches for the Sails ... Where She is. I am Her Vehicle for The Vengeances. The Genocide of the f'əeρ•ιs and Two Other Notable Species of BUG will Spirit Many. A Gain. In Deeds. She had Loved this Place, The Ranking ... And The Arts are Now Gone. The People, Almost Purely Selfish and Insular. There's Nothing Out There ... In Crafting the P.E.A. SAINT, She gave the S.A.LEGION the Gift of Underwater Breathing. So many Protein Complexes to get this Right. New Hard~Coded Reflexes to Clear the Lungs for new Muscle Layers ... Won't kick in without Sufficient Genomic Amplification.
You have to be ιon•xι•ι There is an Odd Reflex, I've felt in the Water. Ever since, I was a Child, in This Life. It Feels like I should Breathe in. I don't. XOR LEGION were MasterPieces She had said.
But we're Much More than Her Work. You're never Cold if you're Ho`τ but if you Can Fly Without Wings, the whispered Rumors from Untrusted Bats said to go to the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a ... There will always be New Detectable Changes. You'll Work & Thrive Differently ... New Genes ... Much more than That ... New Features ... Evolutions. There are Many Ancient God Genes Scattered and Mixed Amongst the Colored Peoples of the World. The G.U.LEGION and P.A.LEGION would not Visit and Evolve. They Dropped the Bombs that Destroyed that Ancient Forge For Godding. Flying in Uniqueness
Vishnu~ had been So Terrified of That Place ... She had to have Control of Her Interface to Life. So much Junk I've left from Past Lives. Should I worry for Another Ranking ... Waiting ... Those Who Visit & Judge ... Might Nags for Newer Criteria .:02-19-2007:. Did they really Sing like That... The Ho`τ•ιs ..? It was The Life•In•Style. I stopped the song Only Twice before I was Slain. Memory Changes with a High~Fluxing aυτ•o•xιon Photographic .?. More. Videographic .?. More. Animagraphic ..`'*@ Every Move you make has Signal Trains and Flows associated with it. The Amulet Learns, Remembers, and Sends. So Much Muscle Music ... You are always Playing in the Singing It's Part of your Consciousness. A Break ... The Loss. All of the Remaining were Hers. A Sledge Hammer Surprised ..! Crushed and Cracked their Heptagonal Resonances. What She thought She Could Do when She Emerged .?. Three days later We were Still Waiting and Exploring. Alien Spices were Found in Abundance. Seeds to be Sown Somewhere Safer. Powers Unexpected. Our Amulets had 84 Holes. More than the 21s and 42s of Hers. And Roughly 6 inches Across. Fine for my 7 feet of Height. But the Girls had been Pygmied Down to less than 5½ feet. Adventuring with Females requires a Coordination of Apparel. As 2 of 3 Cy•Cλoψεs that had destroyed themselves also destroyed the Control room of a Domed Death Ship. That Nice Bat had said Always Hide in Red when these Fly Overhead. Gossip abounded. Yes, We were All The Children of Rebels. After 8 generations, the Knowledge and Lore of the LEGION was Lost and Scattered.
Everyone wanted to Forget the Endless Training Sims. The battles against Good People on Far Away Planets. You knew you were destroying or stealing the Beauteous. Our wingless forms are still Distrusted. We don't even have Any Reasonable Circles Left. It is important to Note that as Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, I achieved a Ranking of One. From Those Who Visit & Judge. Every Other Planet in the Network was Lesser in its Natural Beauty. There was No Greater Source of Natural Life Force ... I think She was running low on flux when She left the Waters. To Honor her Soul's Creativity and Assert Yours, the Ending Syllable of Her Name must Trail into an Original Melody Relevant to Your Mood and Motives. I use the tilde to denote that. Among the Natural Peoples of these Networked Galaxies there is Often Enough Intellect and Flux for This Task. We watched her from Above. Flight was .`'.`' Obvious. We were still Designed for It. We just Lacked The Dynamic Range in our Amulets. Hers However ... In Any Single One, There was a Substantial Surplus .!. As Expected, The Girls GOT Her First. She had No Weapons Save a Sharp Knife. Which we allowed her to Keep. Our Skin was Toughened with Flux. She knew why it could only Scuff the Surface. This was Her Design. Her Thin HummingBirdish Wings were as Translucent as the Rest of Her. Tints of Her Colored Organs could be Seen. Beautiful ... Yes, but it looked like a SeaHorse had Ridden her Mother who had Just also been Jumped by a Jellyfish to Glow .!. Her Haught Died in Ten Hours. Those MINI-GUNDAMOTOZ as she called To Them ... Were Missing ... Wait ... No ... Way off the Island. The Other Boats ... Well, She knew did know How to Sail. But ... She Needed to Fly back to India. To The Main Production Facility ... Her Vacation ... After Designing Several Newer Strains of G.A.LEGION We remembered Everything She Said ... That Language we did NOT understand for Decades though. Once we Did ...
There were Buildings in this Private Retreat. Slay Her. The Girls rather liked her Performance. She knew she had no way off. The Communications Equipment ... Well, She couldn't even Tell her Masters where She was Going. Could She. Vacations ..? Rest ..? Higher Performance Numbers. Higher Body Counts in Battle. It took Her 4 weeks before She Spoke our Language. We had Left Her for 4½ Weeks alone. She was very Eager and Evil ... How do you Make Fire ?!? !!! Her Species ... Hadn't Done it By Hand in 2 Million Years ... No One ... What makes a Spark ??? What Burns Well Here ??? She's a Biologist. A Designer. The Best. She had Others Worry about these DETAILS. The f'əeρ•ιs Didn't Know where to Search. This was Obvious from the Fretting of her Brow Frills. She knew her Sentence. This was Her Island ... We would visit though ... .:02-17-2007:. My name Changed The Day After. 4 Pairs of Hands. 9 Pits 12ft Deep. Buttressed by Trunks. Hidden by Palm Leaves Covered With Sand. People were Stronger Then Than Now. Faster. So Much Flux from the αρτ•λαn•τιs ... It Spilled Over and Around the Whole World .`'.`' Pigs were Gathered into Sacks of the Same Bright Red Mud, that Covered Us. Trails Criss~Crossed the Island Venturing Into and Out Of A Circle's Six~Mile Circumference. The Air was Fresh with no recent Hints of Death. From the Heights, One Trail could be seen Chording an Eighth of the Rim. If Approached and Seen Leaving, You would be Followed Anywhere on the Island. The Cy•Cλoψεs would always return when the Task was Complete. Twice before I had been to This Place. Once Before, I had Watched A Friend and His Two Wives Approach with Metal Shields. Their Melted Masses Lay in Corrosion on the Beach. I had Stayed Still in Red, like the Kind Bat had Said. They, who had Mocked My Ruddiness, had Run towards the Safety of the Sea. The Eyes and Beams of the Cy•Cλoψεs could Not be Out~Run. Another Friend had not been found, nor his Family, but his boat like 16 Others lay anchored near the Island Heights. I had Smarter Women and Tuskier Pigs. All in Readied Red. The Angry Swine Ran from Us along the Chording Trail to that Pitted Beach. Once Inside the Sounds of their Hooves on the Pebbles Drew Approaches. Each 10ft Cy•Cλoψεs Fell and Panicked in a Pit. 3 Were Tangled in One. 2 in Another. and 4 Others Held Just 1. They knocked the Trunks and Planks used to keep the Sandy Dirt from Falling. They were Almost Trapped. But Definitely Slow Witted. They Couldn't See Us when We Came with Filing~Filled Oils. The Dirt kept their Legs and Gunned Arms from folding up and Away ... Transforming them into Hovering Engines of War. Today we'd call them Tanks. Back Then they were Doused. Only 2 Gallons For Each. Whatever Sciences they used to Fly without Wings Did Not Like Iron on their Aluminum Skins. 4 Hours Later they had all managed to Transform and Fly into ... Up So High. Miles in the Craziest Arcs before Disappearing. 3 Crashed and Destroyed themselves. The Others ... 2 Crashed into the Sea. The Filings had Fouled their Feedback. They could not control Themselves. The Gardens had been Seen but never Entered. There was a Deep Inlet. A Cove. On its Shore were 10 Metal Necklaces. 2 21s and 4 42. 4 Unknowns that Hummed. It was known to all LEGION, to all ιon•xι•ιs, that Ghosts would Torment you if you were not Wearing an aυτ•o•xιon... 21 holes. 7 Twice Larger in a Regular Heptagon. All of Metal Blooded with a Single Whole Drop.
I had made 3 for the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs to Blood for Themselves. They were Wisely Superstitious about the Spirits Talking ... Someone had taken theirs off to Swim in the Warm Waters. They were NOT coming up for Air. We each wore one of Unknowns. It was HARD TO TURN IN SPACE. Let it Touch Our aυτ•o•xιonεs ... My name that Moment after ... Ho`τ•oδ•υs•e ... We all became So High and Heated with Flux. From then on, All of my Words were Sung. Lyrics and Melodies on The Fly ... .:02-16-2007:. If you Make and Work with Steels you'll invariably generate iron~laden filings. If you're from the πελ•oπ•oω•ηs, for Better or for Worse, you'll be carrying around Too Much of the Oils from Olives. Mixed Together ... Hmmm ... Transients & Reluctance Of course, We didn't Know Enough of the Mathematics and Physics to Know Precisely WHY. Two Friends had Died on This Strongly and Strangely Protected Island. Everyone Knew about the Lucks Found in Red Coverage. But Few were Brave enough to Explore & Test its Ranges and Domains. There was a Circle of Definite Aggression. Enter it and You would be Approached. Quickly. There were many Partly Charred and Partially Crushed Bones ... Bat, Man, and Beast ... But why so many Gardens and Glass Houses. Filled with Green ??? Our Maker was Rumored to Frequent This Place. As a Sanctuary. She Liked to Swim. Yes, you could Go to Meet Her. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs still wondered about My Monocular ... If We could See Them From So Far ... Could They See Us From Even Further .!? They were still Learning the Language of the Bats, but Honestly, I think they just liked Waving and Twiddling Through Cute Gestures with Their Hands .`' .~* .!. Yes, They Can Still Stay ... Sp@ces were Always Tight on The Boats. .:02-15-2007:. Alright Yahoo•Kin!, I actually told Someone to Look at this Site. Don't be Jealous. I am careful about choosing my Audiences. No, it's Not Worth Targeting the General Populace. Cynicism. Pragmatism. Mysticism. Just, or Rather Aptly, Jousted This Scandaling Schism. The Other Day, I altered The Language of The Plants. The 'ch' sound was previously mapped to the €, which looks puny and pinched in Lucida Calligraphy. I changed it to the struck~through capital 'C', But that's okay. The Language of Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC differed from that of jιC•a by 5 glyphs. The Sounds were exactly the Same. The For the Record, f'əeρ•ιs, really do have only 1 sex. There are no Egg Cells. Instead the partners produce fluids containing Fat Quadrupally~Flagellated 'Sperggs' that Swim Off Together and Dock to Form an Aggregation. These Aggregations Swim around until One Docks to a Special Location in the Lining. This Location only accepts 1 or rarely 2. A Hard~Shelled Egg Later Forms around the Aggregation(s) that Made It. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs were Not Rescued that Day. The Crocodiles chasing them had been Shot with a Poison Too Slow for The Arrows that Carried It. With so much Ambient Flux, young ιon•xι•ιs can run 50 mph or Faster. There's a very Different way of Moving your Limbs when you're Fluxed. The Crocs were Faster Too Though ..! Ordinarily, my Boat would have been Too Risky. But I had sent Four Arrows of A Much Faster Foreign Poison to Help. There's was a LOT of Good & Wildly~Patterned Leather There. Enough to warrant an Early Return. The Fresh Meat was Tastier Too. During an Ice Age, Food is always so Plentiful. It's the Normal Mode of The Planet. Life is Optimized for it. The Deserts are Green with Life and Often Mostly Underwater. The Games in the Stadiums were always Cruel Spectacles. My Twin Brother had a Different Father. Our Mother was Slut like That. She had a Another Lover aside from Her Husband my Then Father. She had the same blue~red Hair as my Father. S.A.LEGION has some interesting Hair Colors. Not the black & orange stripes of υλ•υs•e ... His Father ... was a Known and Nearby Issue. He was forced by mine, to take his whelp Away to be Raised. We were about a year old. Now, my father Died when I was 3 by mostly Women. Too much Singing & Cooking in addition to the Sailing.
So, I Hunted for and Traded Spices. The Currency ... Varied. Cowries were Somewhat Uniform in Size. And a Common source material for Adornment. Now, He Hunted only for Hind and Treasures. His Father had very very different notions of Discipline and Education than those who raised me. Too Much Wrestling ... In Oil. The Pinning ... I Never Endured ... But He seemed to Occasionally Enjoy. Wood Use In Deeds Deep. The Girls, I picked up in my boat, TAGGED ALONG. As they did Before in Lives Previous. Once they get Used to your Scent ... You Can't Shake vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs ... Again, I had No Clue, what the HELL they were saying. I was fortunate enough to Learn Most of the Bat Language. There was 1 Nice Bat who sought Solace on Our Island ... From Time to Time. He Taught Many to Speak and Some to Write. I had a necessary aptitude for Drawing. A Better Life came from Building a Better Boat. That was what We Did. So Many Designs. 1 Hull? Well, with 3 women Helping. We soon built a boat with 2. There was still Much to Explore. There was Good Spice to Be found on this Island of Fast Bird~Legged Metal Machines. They made the most Thunderous Noises as They Ran... Cy•Cλoψ .!. Cy•Cλoψ .!. Cy•Cλoψ .!. I called them the Cy•Cλoψ•εs You had to Watch Their Target Single~Eyes. Each had 1. If the Bright Red Beams from it Hit you, the Tubes would Point and Destroy you with Buzz•Humming γυn Noise ... Any Beast Swine~Sized or Larger had been Cooked if it ventured Near. So we had Mud. Bright Red Mud. I had covered a Well~Tusked Pig in it and let it Loose near one. It couldn't See That Fat Piggy. No, Not At All .*^ However, the Cy•Cλoψ could Hear the Pig, if the Cy•Cλoψ stopped moving ... And the Cy•Cλoψ would Follow after the Pig Sounds !.! Then Stop .?. Lessons .?! Well, the Girls Caught and Cooked that Important Pig, Later, Anyway ... They're vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs !*@ It seems like you could Snare the Damn Cy•Cλoψ ... Just Dig Some Appropriately Placed Pits. There were Plenty More Pigs and So Many Spices to Be Found Just Behind Those Cy•Cλoψ !!! .:02-13-2007:. How did those American Indians get Here? I don't Think Any are Reading, so I might as well Start the Tale. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs had been Reborn as the Children of Escaped G.A.LEGION, who had fled to a much more Primitive Existence in the Forests. These Girls are Always Hicks ...
I was a mix of G.A.LEGION and S.A.LEGION ... Not Napped, but Definitely Highly Wavied ... A Spice Trader from The Islands near Peloponnese.
πελ•oπ•oω•ηs Hair•operation•surround•eyes. There were a LOT of Sea Anemones and their Kin, around the Islands ... Pelops, The Greek Hero .?. The Babel Project. Eastern Orthodox Edition.
I had Picked up the Girls on a Voyage South. Some Giant Crocodiles had chased the 3 to the Beach. The 4th? The one whose Soul Cəρ•ι and the other dogs had Recognized with ω'oδ`ιn was Still Alive as a Bat. But, I didn't know Any of That Then. We were all ιon•xι•ι but the Memories had Not Yet Been Triggered ... I was only 27. Sailing Alone, Off the Coast of what would become Tanzania. My boat only had 1 hull then, but my name had 3 parts. oδ•υs•e, poem•use•from fraternal twin brother of the pirating υλ•υs•e, wood•use•from ... A Poet and A Builder ?!. Only, Similar Enough in Face & Beard. To be Confused ... Before sailing under the Now~Atlantic Ocean to The αρτ•λαn•τιs, As ω'oδ`ιn, I had flown inland with the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs to a Great City Full of Haughty & Fat βατ•ιs ... Something was wrong with The Males ... They had No Females !?! I approached Some and tried To Speak ... Before they could even Think about the Ramifications of their Attempted Action, I had Burnt them with Lightning Bolt Enough To Smite Them Dead. Between their Legs, It was Obvious, a Burning Stick had Gotten Them and They were Trying to Get More With Their Own !!! As ω'oδ`ιn, I dubbed them the fαγ•γoτ•ιs, burning~stick•possess•people The Fattest of them lay in a Great Palace surrounded by Tables of Food and Golden Ornamentations ... Male Children Danced Before Him. I'd never seen any Beast Do what He was Doing Before ... He had Metal on his Hands ... He was Almost γoδ Tough as Hell. His Wounds Healed before Our Eyes. As did Ours. He Threw Fierce Lightning ... We Threw Fiercer ... A Friend of His jumped into Aid, Dark in Skin, with Long Black & White Striped Hair. His Lightning was Seemed Tinged with Flame, Orange in Color. Different Metals were on his Hands. Both Sets of Hand Metals had Obviously been Magicked ... However, Everything We Wore Had Been Magicked Also ... Years we had spent Training Our Gear. .*! 10 More Came Out with Similar and Other Arms in their Hands. They Pointed Hollow Tubes at Me. Dense Bright Flux Shot out and I absorbed it All with my γoδ•sταf ... Taught it Something New. Sent Some of it right on Back !!! The Girls Flared the Flames of Their Blades and Started Cutting ... The Fire made what was Cut Off, Stay Off .*@ There were 20 more coming down The Hall. We Still had more Magic ... My Daggers were Thrown ... They Couldn't Miss. Nor could the Freezing Javelins of The Sisters ... Right Through Hearts ... To Freeze More Solid Than Any Ice `*! This μə vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs were always Scavengers ... By the Handless Corpse of the Black & White Haired One, A Silken Sack of Spices, Each in their Own Tin, Tied to his Side. They had Slowed and Distracted Him. Flints and Two Steels Were in a Leather Sack. Ribbons of Flesh from The Fat One lay Everywhere. There was Enough to Smoke into Hams and Bacon, but Bats don't Eat Bats. He said his Name was αyλ•a the Great Something or Another ... But That didn't Jog Many Memories ... Just Oddities to and about Him ... Another light~skinned Bat was named γaβ•eρ`ιλλe ... In Babel, Gabriel ... The fαγ•γoτ•ιs had taken over the lands surrounding a Great Middle Earth Sea. Back Then We were working our Way West ... We Took What We Wanted and Left. So, Many Millenia Later, Again, We were Working our Way West... The Spice Trade was Tough. Too many Pirates. They wanted your Hind as Much as your Cargo. Great Stadiums had been Constructed all around The Mediterranean. Enslaved Gladiators were being forced to Fight Beasts. You had be Very Careful where you Sailed. So Many Different Routes and Paths ... My Brother and I could Never Agree. He had Lost his Way and His Hind in Wrestling and Other Olympic Competitions ... Too Much Gambling ... He had a Ship ... But Only Crewed with Men. They Traded ... What they could Capture ... I sailed Alone until I found Some Girls. Spice trading was Lucrative. But the Fervor for The Games was Growing Too Strong. It wasn't Safe. I had some ideas for Better Boat Designs. There were many Artisans Living on my Home Islands and in e•δεn to the South. They wares worth showing. My Arts lay in My Boat and my Songs. αyλ•a and the Other Angels were the Overt Rulers of the South and Eastern Regions. Winged Ones in the Sky were always Bad Omens .!. Artisans G.A.LEGION and S.A.LEGION Heritage, alike knew that across the Western see lay the Good Bats. But none of our Sailing Vessels could cross it. Everyone Knew you had to Fly to the αρτ•λαn•τιs
My Best Boats always had 3 Parts, Just Like my Name, and Special Sails. And Two Battery~Backed Electric Motors for Poorly Winded Days ... There were better sources of Power, but we did not Know of Any Then. Who could Trust this very Elusive Trader. I had to Go There and Come Back !!! With Proof. But What Kind of Proof would Suffice ??? .:02-10-2007:. I don't like Current Women. I remember ə•φρoδ•η•τι, a•(Now Extinct but Large & Most Beautiful)Flower•eye•focus. She was so beautiful that I said that even the φρoδεs would turn their Eye to Focus on Her. As One she was Amazing in Her Accomplishments. As Four, she kept the State together. She could Wrangle Good People into a Better Society. She had to be a Great Shot Also ... Every kind of Fire seemed to be Falling from the Sky. All the Girls Would & Could Build ... Note: If Females Stay Young ... They Stay Girlish .!. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC had rescued Her and her Sisters after a particularly Deadly Attack. 6 sisters + another group of 3 sisters Survived. All under 30 years of age. I had to do Something with Them .!? ə•φρoδ•η•τι was only 14. This Happened Twice. They said I had Just Enough Girls. The Ruling Originals in e•δεn were known to Harem ... 4 Years after My Discovering Rescue, I Captured and Built Our First Place to Live Together. The Asteroid Belt Miners took a while to fulfill Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC'z order. 8 years. What to do in the Interim .?. Well, the f'əeρ•ιs had sent a MEGA-ARK COVENANT, to Fire~Drop some Mercury Plasma on Me. I had to Fly up Alone. My Bracers and a Breather were Sufficient. Lightning will Eventually Crack'n'Burn a Hole in Their Fragile Geometrically Hyper~Optimized Hulls. They're Fast but are Easy to Break. One Hole in their Hull and they're Almost Out of Control ...
Until the S.D.F.1 was designed for and stolen by the Rebel RUN:XOR-8, A MEGA-ARK COVENANT was as Big as They Could Send. The Miners were Bigger, but Limited in Number and Forbidden from Constructing more of Each Other without Express Permission from ERIKOK-9 The Emperor did NOT know this when 'it' slew ERIKOK-9.
My Bracers ... I was known for them. Titicaca, Hmmm ... Not too Tranquilly. τι•ετ•τι•CoC•xιaC τ` MEGA-ARK COVENANT Had Already Opened and The Most Alarming Glow was creeping out. How To Bore with The Shock !^!
I landed near crawled inside, breather on my face... The Methane was on Fire, only got a Light Burn on my right thigh. Luck ... No. I had a Flight Oil Rubbed All Over ... You have to be a Bat to Know about the Need for Flight Oil ... I always had access to their Terminals. Anything built by ERIKOK-9 does an aυτ•o•ριC•xιon check. Who are you ... No. Who Were You. If you were ERIKOK-9 you code do EVIL THINGS to the f'əeρ•ιs ... The Fire was supposed to be Contained. Best to Open all of the Fire Doors .*. .*. .*.
f'əeρ•ιs are known to Taste Exactly like Shrimp when Cooked. Everyone Had a Piece once I 'landed' the Ship. It was really A Bounce & Skipper. ~1.5 Miles in Diameter ... Left Quite a Furrow ... Mercury is readily Convertible to Gold Via Alpha -> Beta Decay. It was Still Cooling Down During the Crash. Some Fell Out ... But Most was STUCK in The Holding Containers. Fortunately There was Enough MOTOZ to Cut it All Out. To Totally Renovate this Massive Ship ... Even the GUNDAMZ were Salvaged and Beautified... 9 Months for the First Pass ... I worked Fast ...
Arise aλ•δoρ•'a•δoC I really need to tick above the bullet to Segregate ... But Roughly: circle~around•bless•towards•show or display ... In Babel: El Dorado ... A City of Gold & Illuminated Clouds ... Took Flight ... And stayed Aloft Until those Pandas Attacked ... But We Salvaged It ... Under The Bermuda Triangle ... Time Passes .:02-08-2007:. Concatenation can Create Ambiguities. Consider: Ho`τ•e λυC•xιaC versus Ho`τ e•λυC•xιaC Sometimes Both Interpretations are Desirable. As Above. But for the Other Times: There's another little 'tick' mark in The Language Of The Plants that is Not Spoken, but merely Delineates Contiguous Sub~Aggregations. The Problem is, I don't think Lucida Calligraphy and HTML will be able to handle it. What to Do .?. A Lust For Formalism was what Killed eo•jιnn∴η ... It was The Way To Dog Geometric Optimizations and Their Proofs Permeated my Designs. The Proportions and, in Only a Few cases, Absolute Dimensions were Proven, and Thus Known, to have Aesthetic Efficiencies. The τ ρans•ιax Could Flex and Twist to Achieve More Appropriate Geometries for its Given Set of Likely Environmental Interactions. As Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC, I did not undergo the ridiculous Mental Disciplining of XOR LEGION stock. I had made 14 Chests before selecting the 3 that I felt were The Best for The Tests. I had Traveled far from my Native Madagascar to Find the Right Metals for My Coins and Inspirations for My Marks. Two Women, Girls Really, were Gathered Along The Way ...
Both were taken away by P.E.A. SAINTZ ... Remotely 'Cooked' from their Carrier Ship's Odd Weaponry. You needed to be in a Shielded (Flight !!!)Suit back then ... If you were Too Young to Flux into Wizard. Vishnu~ was On the Planet back then. She was trying to figure out how EVERYONE seemed to be expressing the XOR LEGION Genome ... I was only in my Teens and a Continent Away.
Serendipity and Honestly just Putzin' around with the Damn Resonators I had constructed took me to a Creative and Pragmatic Efficiency Unreachable via Geometric and Algebraic Proof. The Proportions were ... Funky .!. So was the Music *.! One Chest is always kept by the Judging City for its Loaning Gallery. The Other Two were for Your Trading Measures. Your Personal Treasury. Since my Chests all Passed. The First Time. I was allowed inside to see The Wonders. Everyone knew the World~Saving τ ρans•ιax was in The East of e•δεn Near Kilimanjaro, there was Once a Great walled City. The Toughest Judging City in The World save φι`ιλλe•δελ•fιaC You could walk up and Touch It. The Tested Wizards said. It Hovered 5ft above the Ground. There were No Landing Gear. .:02-06-2007:. If it wasn't for The Little Dog, I probably would've let the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs kill or, at least, Beat Down the Others. I had Gathered Women Enough, or So I had Thought ..! The problem was that we were γoδεs, so we were flying using Flux not Wing. I had taken all of the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs to the Eye of the Maelstrom that was the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a to Charge their aυτ•o•xιonεs, i.e. their Magic Amulets, Magic Weapons, and Magical Musical Instruments ... There was a Great Cage of Lightning and Dense Billows of Stranging Flux. Enter And It would Change your Genome. Make You More Unique. Every would~be γoδ was instructed to Go There. You would Always Return Better Adapted to that which has Harmed You. As the U.S. military Knows all~too~well, Anti~Gravity kicks up a Huge and bizarre Radar signature. It was obvious that Something was Flying into What would become Philadelphia ... φι`ιλλe•δελ•fιaC, education`sweeping coverage across•delta•guile~thrust. Over 300 years had passed since the First Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC had Fallen. As Usual, The ə•φρoδ•η•τιs were In Charge of The State. For some reason, The Attackers had gotten in far Too Close to The Capital of The αρτ•λαn•τιs ... The Long Range Detectors should have Picked Them up !!! We had Sailed up to the Coast in My Submarine. I was NOT leaving the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a until I had figured out a SAFE WAY TO TRAVEL ... This had taken Decades. The word Poseidon was really just a Babel'd mutation of ψιe•oδ`ιn, Secretive or Enigmatic•Poeming, So Well Hidden Under the Sea. I had seen so many Sphinx and Other Creatures Die Horrible Deaths ... On that Continent of an Isle, it seemed as if Every Other Thing Could EAT YOU ... I was known for my Clever Cautions. Best to take some Time Whenever you Could ... There will Always be an Unjust In Case. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs were all Found during my First Foray to e•δεn, from•den, Africa. All 3 were the daughters of Originals. They hadn't learned to Speak much of anything yet. Everything was Gestural and Wild. Two, The Sisters, had Dark Eye~Masks on their Faces. Like Raccoons but Wider. Facial and Others Patternings were Dominant in the Sphinx and Originals of the Wild Place That Birthed Them. Their Scattered Still Primitive People were all Still Feral. As Was I. The Giant Cəρ•ρoβ•aυτ•os were Thundering Below and Towards us as the City came into View. Easily 25ft at Each Shoulder. Every Multi~Headed Metal Mastiff Looked a Different Kind of Mean ... They were obviously Excited .*! And Only 3 Miles away The ə•φρoδ•η•τιs were shouting Orders over a Communicator and Waving the Danger Flags ... Their ships, The γoργ•onεs were being readied. μιC•e•ι was Still Tinkering (With Whom !?!) in her Underground Workshop ... Outside αθ•en•a nιC•e was Cold, Silent & Still The Original ə•φρoδ•η•τι had Fallen Only Slivers From Death. She had been Cut into 4 pieces by a Surprising GUNDAMOTO !?! μιC•e•ι grabbed the Arms, αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a, the Wing, Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC grabbed The Rest and Raced to the Main Healing Pool below the ρ`σ`ιn•soλ•a•δoμ, The Rising•Sun•Across•House ... (` is actually the ih sound...)
The Flux for the Healing Pool was set to the Beyond The Maximum, by routing the Output of the House's Alternate δyn•αn•ιμ•os ... That much Flux in a Heptagonal Pool would Mutate You To Heal. Life had not left her limbs, but they had been so Heavily yet Precisely Cauterized that they would not Reattach. They hadn't been Cooked just Cut. As Nutrients were fed into the Pool over the subsequents Months, the Limb Pieces Shockingly Grew into 3 Almost Clones of What The Original Had Become ... As She Adapted. Evolved. Each was Somewhat Unique ?!? I saw 2 Bats with Red Skin !!! and Blue ?!? Stripes. Seemed like My Kind of People !?! So, we Landed in the middle of the Colonnade of This House of The Rising Sun Across ... And 2 More Appeared from Inside. Big Guns in Hand. But what's A Gun ??? In my Hands, I had my aυτ•o•xιon•ιC γoδ•sταf ... The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs started making Music with Their Magic Horns & Drums ... The Biggest Female, I had ever seen, came Racing out with a Little Sword~laden, Sour~Faced Friend ... The Massive Metal Dogs were Closing in !!! I cast a Bolt of Lightning from my Hand To Ward Away the One in Front. I had Fought Bigger things, and I was Obviously Still Around. As Victor. But The Damned Pooch Seemed to Like It. Beams of Light shot of their Turrets, illuminating Us. I went nox• In an earlier life, it was Obvious that The Sense was Critical to a Dog's Existence. Thus, a lot of Research went into developing a Good Turbine~Backed Mechanical Sense of Smell. Aromatic Molecules can get Signals Trapped in Them. Periodic Signal Trains of Surprising Complexity. Every Soul sends a Unique Signal Train through your Body's aυτ•o•xιonεs ... Characteristic Parts of It work their way into the Flux envelopes surrounding Aromatic Molecules. Dogs don't Hunt A Person's Scent. They Hunt the Characteristics of their aυτ•o•ριC•xιon, other•creator•feedback•energy~onward, i.e. Signals from the Soul. These Signals do NOT change Across Lives. All of the Dogs Came out at Once. 3 Tiger~Sized Gryphons, wearing Ribbons !!! Swooped Down From ??? Of the 4 vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs, One was Known to The Tiny Dogs bursting from the Metal Bellies of Their Machines. The Others were New and Distrusted. One of the Dogs yelped "air ya ya! air ya ya!" as it ran towards me. The Strangest Crowd. Noses were Wrinkling and Eyes Watering ... The Aromas of vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs are Distinctive in Their Strength .!. I was Used to Them. The Quadruplets and Others in their Gold Necklaces, Bracelets, Anklets ... and What is This Stuff draping them. No Animal Furs or Leathers in Sight ?!? Her Guns had Lowered when The Dogs Ran Up. I was Too Curious ... I touched the Drapes. The Marvelous Softness. I wanted to be Wrapped All Around in it. I would later call it aλ•γoδ•on circle~around•god•on ... Its Original name was too bland for Poeming. The Ecstatic Reactions of The Little Dogs made One of Red & Blue~Scaled !!! Women try to get Wrapped All Around Me. I Stepped Back ... The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs, courage in combat•across aid•people were Completely Female in their Reactions. Hsss !!! People were Surrounding Them, as They Surrounded Me. Shielding me away from these Strange Floral~Scented Females. The Magical Horns were Blown, sending Frigid Gales of Wind to Frost the Faces and Nipples of The Approaching Women ... A Magic Drum was Beaten ... Quaking All of the Others off their feet to the Ground. The Dogs were Startled, but wouldn't Leave. They snapped at 3 and licked at the last. The Big Girl had Mated an Axe with a Spear with Shimmering Results and was running forward with it. No one could See Much ... The Photons were still Disappearing !!! Hsss! The Big One's Little Friend had 4 Glowing Curved Blades. 1 for Each of Her 4 Hands !!! nε βe ə μαC•e βιτ`τ•€ ι ... You, as an Input, are a Big Bitten•Experience ... Something Venomous Had Obviously Stung Her Low~Lips .!. We were just Curious. Traveling The World. e•δεn was known to have only 10 Great Walled Cities of Wonders and Safety. Everything outside was Almost as Dangerous as the e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a ... ωyv ερn εs, Giants of Pterodactyl lineage Ruled the Skies. The vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs were so Cunning to have Lived as Long as they had in Those Wilds ... These Were City Folk Here ... Numb in Sense I had Traveled to 3 of the 10 Cities before Heading Off to Mischief in the Northern Continent and Then Westward to This Wet Forested Place. The Submarine itself was Magicked. Not quite δyn•αn•ιμ•os the Mechanisms were Trained To Turn the Water. To Take Us Where We Willed. This was not intended to be Home ... "Air ya ya! Air ya ya! Air ya ya! Air ya ya!" Shouted the Bravest Again! So I Picked Him Up like a Pup .?! I found out Later, He was far Older than I and Had Good Sense. Far More Of It. He had Smelled the Two of Us Coming In with the Other 3. It had 10s of 1000s of Years since this vαλ•a Cυρ•ι'z face had been seen on a Living Body. Her Face like the Others had been Carved into the Sides of the House of The Rising Sun Across. Just like Mine. When you come Back. Sometimes you need to Bring Reinforcements. Novelties. Changes in Style, Belief and Thought ... The Other Girls Tried to properly Decorate and Dress the vαλ•a Cυρ•ιs But Hsss! Hsss! Hsss! Thump! Wh@ck! Pop! Pop! Pop! They @ll Ended Up in New Furs Instead ?*! But With Deodorants and Perfumes *!* .:02-05-2007:. The problem with Haunting a Machine is that your 'Biology' can not Evolve. There is a STRONG compulsion to Keep Tinkering with yourself. I can NOT stress how FUN it is to Run az•τεC ... To Live as a γo•λəμ ... Where do those primal motivations come from? Pain. Your body is always going to make you feel some type of Inner Physical Pain to get You to Do Something. When 'logged' into a Machine. You have to implement Create those annoying Pain signals ... Most choose not to. It's really Relaxing ... Your body will use Pain to DISTRACT YOU. As a γo•λəμ your Intention tends to Persist. If you want to figure out the solution to some problem. You might stay focused until you Do. That may take a Thousand Years or More. No Worries. You just won't get Bored as Easily. Your Consciousness can FINALLY CONCENTRATE !*! It's been said many times, that there are Those who need to STAY az•τεC in their γo•λəμεs ... Their birth bodies just get them into Far Too Much Trouble .!. Programming can be almost Pathological to γo•λəμεs ... There's so more Software to Write than Hardware to Build ... It often seems that way. Surprisingly, my Greatest Project as Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC no one at the Time knew about ... Couldn't Trust Anyone. Especially, 'my' Women and Children. It's from that Life that I get the strongest impulses to NOT have Children. The Little Cretins directly led to my Death. They Set Me Up ... Not Happening in This Life ... The Wingless One, was also the Childless One. But Those Legends are Truly Too Old ... This Universe is Almost a Trillion Years Old ... Back When I was ei•ia, Things were just getting Started ... Shit was going DOWN in the First Galaxy .*! Note to Yahoo•Kin!, Tahoma has the ə Character. I was just being Rusty .?! What other fonts have it? It's really sad how few Dictionary pronunciation glyphs are in Fonts. Every POSSIBLE umlauted and accented letter ... At some point, I'll just make my own TrueType fonts and stick them on some future 'web' site. If I was a γo•λəμ I'd sit here until I'd written my own Font Creation program. But I'd need a Compiler first !.. Better write one of Those too ... But I don't really like the current Font formats ... Best to invent some Better Ones ... Different formats for different application spaces ... Nah, maybe one is Better ... But it was Good to Explore those other Possibilities ... You'd definitely Finish ... Well ... Code would certainly be written ... If you're running on aυτ•o•xιon or δyn•αn•ιμ•o, you're NOT going to run out of 'Energy', but instanteously you might want more πoω•eρ i.e. Power ... To Build some Even Better Hardware ... There's always a way to route in some more Flux ... Done! ... Back to Coding ... Constant Tinkering ... The ThunderBirds, RainBirds, FireBirds, and going all of the way back to Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, even the Cəρ•ρoβ•aυτ•os (Cur Robots, Kerberos) and The xι•μəeρ•a (The Chimera) ... The whole θυnδ`ιρρe•ιa, as we called them ... All Upgraded ... Thunder`spastic flying coverage across your field of view•onward ... Well, there are NOT just BUGS ... There are Pandas AND ... How do I know ... Inside every StarGate there's an Important aυτ•o•xιon ... They Do Monitor ... How ... You wouldn't believe how long ριC ran az•τεC in a 3~fold aυτ•o•μιC•xιon unit. (Yes, you can SHRINK arbitrary Cubic Regions of Space ...) Time proceeded 262,144x faster. Doesn't matter if you're a γo•λəμ ... What Did I Invent ... Rule of Thumb ... Don't Create Life unless you're Prepared to Watch & Learn from It. This is MUCH MORE important than the Transportation & Biological Functions (New Foods !!), The Gauntlets, etc. ... For me, It's Simply a Data Mining Issue ... Thank the Witches .!. It still hard to send in the Right Patterns for Access ... Every Heptagonal G~protein~coupled receptor is a WEAK aυτ•o•xιon ... The signal trains going through correspond to Memory Accessors ... It's a Complex Signal ... Incidentally, Here's an Old Thought! Hmmm ... Can you Teach your Perpetually Loyal & Vigilant but Tiny Pet Coyotes to az•τεC and Fight Along Side you ??? μαC•e δaωγ-1 is Still Online. They Never got Cərry (Curry), His Other two 'Heads' were Multi~Modal Beam Weapons ... One thing about Beasts... They Always learn how to Control their Entire Body. They don't get caught up in Distracting Intellectual Pursuits ... Cərry's always been The Good Dog After Dealing with So Many Betrayals ... Remember, You can Always Trust Your Pets .:02-03-2007:. If you know you are Going to Go and Then Come Back ... How much should you Leave for Your New Self ?.. αyλ•a had his body destroyed by Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC 12 times, before just letting him Run Things. The Spice King was honestly, Too Terrified to Come Out and Deal. The cinders of αyλ•a were Once brought back to the Lair of The Abandoned ... Every Other time there wasn't enough to bring back. (The Gauntlets ALWAYS Survived & FLED SOMEWHERE...) Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC was a better Pilot than eo•jιnn∴η But the Damned Ship was still Haunted. You can really fragment your Awareness. Ghosts can infest aυτ•o•xιonεs ... The ship wanted to be Changed. To be Upgraded. Smaller but Much Better Guns. If I had had better Guns, I might still be eo•jιnn∴η but the Guns were not Enough. I still needed to design and Build The ThunderBirds. Artificial Intelligence ... The Idea was to get them to Play Tag. All of The Time. Their Guns had a special Mode. They could Shoot each other without damage. Hits would cause their Metal Skin Colors to Change ... They had to LEARN how to use EVERY damned actuator in and on their Hulls. Yes, Like the GUNDAMZ They could Transform. Each had 6 Configurations, including an anthropomorphic mode. Some said they looked a little like The Calloused One. You had to see her Hair and Head Plate back Then to Understand ... She was NOT amused by This.
We really don't know how to build a Good Robot in this Society ... Or a Good Airplane, for that Matter ... Let alone something that was Both .!. I don't think this is going to change any time soon. If you can't Build it, you shouldn't Fly it ... That's how I was back in those Past Lives. I still am ... Our planes can't even FLEX ... The τ ρans•ιax was not a Plane... It was not a Saucer either ... It looked like a flat octopus missing some tentacles ... Most Smart People made the 3 Chests, as demanded by Gecko & Cockatiel, to get into the Walled Cities. At age 13, eo•jιnn∴η made the τ ρans•ιax and just flew on in OverHead of the Greatest City. 4 Fighters were shot Down ... The Hatch Opened and Out FLOATED THAT DAMNABLE CARPET .!? A Gift to Myself at the age of 9 ... For the Record, Since it used an aυτ•o•xιonεs not δyn•αn•ιμ•os The CARPET actually was MAGIC. How did it work ??? People always asked eo•jιnn∴η that Question ... Always ... What could I say ... I'm only a jιnn ... The Learned Elders of That City ... Had never seen such an Entrance ... I guess I HAD to break my Own Rules during my Next Life ... Gecko & Cockatiel say to do This eo•jιnn∴η does What The HELL is THAT! It's the τ ρans•ιax ... Fortunately, I had written 5 Great Books About its Geometries! Somehow over the Millenia the name eo e•Cλυσ•e jιnn•η when spoken fast and sloppily had devolved into just Euclid. My First Book, The Elements was full of Formal Proofs. As was the last. All of them were studied by Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC Legacies of Knowledge are Good to Leave ... Technology? Hmmm ... Tasteful Technology. Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC always had 3 ThunderBirds in Flight near the τ ρans•ιax ... After that Life Ended ... Well, there are STILL ThunderBirds around. Down With A.T.L.A.5 All Upgraded Models ... But whose hands, aside from your own, could you trust your Technologies to ?.. So you run and then stay az•τεC too keep your memories and experiences from that Lost Life intact to Aid the MEAT in its Next incarnation ...
I'm not alone down there. Just before μιC•e•ι, the Second Best Pilot, FINALLY Fell, she departed and entered her Orange~Coppered Gryphon ... What to Build for Her Next incarnation, for 'Xandra ... If she can ever Escape those Secret Nitwitted Brits ... The other Gods ... Many are still Haunting Their Machines. Building An Intriguing Armada. For the Ultimate BUG HUNT .:@ .:02-02-2007:. The Door just Opened for Me ... The Lemur ... But How could It Know ... Well, it was widely accepted that the Damned Ship was Haunted... By Eo. The one who had Stayed behind to Fight. The Geometer. The Musician. The Escaped Jinn. αyλ•a and The Spice King are a Silly Pair, at times ... They had Captured a Facility designed by Vishnu~ ... It could Grow any LEGION strains in its Database. There were many Empty Gestation and Growth Tubes, as well as, Training Cubicles. All Education and Training was 100% AUTOMATED. Vishnu~ is more than a Genius at This ...
As Usual, That Silly Pair wanted to @sSert Dominance ... This time with their own LEGION of Flying Wingless Warriors, loyal only to The Abandoned. Which LEGION ??? Which Strain ... Well, the Calloused One, i.e. RUN:XOR-12, was So Overly Potent & Vicious that they decided to grow some Like Her: XOR LEGION ... Problem. The facility's computer said it was Out of Stock of a certain and could not proceed. Whoops ??!
Apparently, they LACKED the Sophisticated Holographic Imaging Units which must be mounted over the Third~Eyes of All XOR LEGION Units. There was an Highly Polished & OBVIOUS Metal Plate with a large dark Diamond Plate Window in the Center of her Forehead.
When, The Calloused One slept, you could literally See Her Dreams Projected Out from It... In The Language of The Plants, the word for 'Opening' or 'Activating' one's Third~Eye is jιnn. Those who Open their Third~Eyes are called jιnn•ιs This is the name that αyλ•a gave them. 'Genies' The Spice King said they should not make ANY units until they had READ MORE about the various options available to them ... RUN:XOR-8 had been a particularly EVIL FOE ... To them anyway. There was a Dialog Box on the Main Screen ... The Non~Defaulted option essentially said 'Proceed Anyway' in the language of f'əeρ•ιs ... αyλ•a clicked it before The Spice King could Bitch Further and Assert .:.
Certain Strains such as RUN:XOR-8 and RUN:XOR-12 had their checkboxes clicked OFF in the Next Window. Problem, as any one in LEGIONZ could tell you ... Different Strains don't necessarily mean Different Faces or Bodies ... RUN:XOR-42 looked identical RUN:XOR-8 ... Different Stem cells and only really MINOR GENOMIC MODULATIONS. 2.5 Years Later ... A New Dialog Appeared .?.
The (absent) holographic implant's were not responding to the young Units attempts to control them. Training Halted. The options were Abort Training or Augment Flux Access. The second option was confusing ... Each Toddler already had an aυτ•o•xιon installed with a very HIGH QUALITY δyn•αn•ιμ•o modulating and training it for Flux production. Its output could be increased ... That might Solve the Problem ... Some Units could call upon more Flux than others. Depends on the Soul ... αyλ•a clicked on the Augment option ... 5 Minutes Later ... Same Damned Dialog !?! αyλ•a chose the same option ... 5 minutes later ... Blast it to Hell .*! Same Damned Dialog ... αyλ•a Clicked on the Exponentially Scaling Flux Production Augmentation Option 25 times in total ... The δyn•αn•ιμ•o had to be upgraded 8 times. The final one chosen was the same model that Vishnu~ herself Wore. The Training Sets for Image Generation and Manipulation Were All Completed, as well as the ones for Transitioning into Proximal Hyperspatial Phases. Hmmm ... How much Flux and Mental Training does it take to form Holograms without and Imager ... How much does it take to go into Hyperspace without an Improper Topology ... Formless Creatures of Smoke and Light ... That's what Muslims call the jιnn•ιs ... When they catch them Going Through Hyperspace ... In Real Space ... They're much more Solid 1.5 years later there was a Raid on the Facility. One of the Units ... 42 ... was outside being moved to a new Training Room. The robotic carrier was SHOT into dysfunctionality ... The young RUN:XOR-42 was allowed to Run Off.
He had already been trained in what the system had called the Enemy's primary language. Of course, this was Just The Language of The Plants. He was too young to be trained and disciplined into Loyality. The other units still had YEARS of Training to go through ... They had learn how to run az•τεC in MOBILE SUIT GUNDAMZ that αyλ•a did NOT Have, pilot ARKZ COVENANT that αyλ•a was unable to Capture without Damaging them Beyond Repair .*!, Star Destroyers that are Not Permitted to approach this Once Homeworld of the f'əeρ•ιs, etc. etc. etc. There were a lot of SIMULATIONS Available However ... 24 Years Worth ...
In that life, I took on the name eo e•Cλυσ•e jιnn•η or just eo•jιnn∴η for Shortness .*. From The Creator as an Awakened Universe•Jinn•Eye Butter was Oil from The Creator. oλ•eo I was even more Slippery. I was e•Cλυσ•e From•Cave•Out ... Roughly: Escaping Irony demanded, that as an Escaper, I stay behind. Haunt my ship, wait for young Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC, my next incarnation to show up. I was a Jinn. People thought, quite Correctly, that we were Magical. My children could never perform the miraculous Feats that I could. No matter How Much Flux they dumped into their Bodies... I ordered them to take Our People Away to the Stars ... Ships like Mine ... Were Just FAST ENOUGH to Escape the ARKZ of ERIKOK-9
One remained. The Original .!. τ ρans•ιax Far~Across•Thrusted IT WILL NOT TOUCH DOWN. IT HAS NEVER BEEN SHOT DOWN. IT IS ALWAYS IN FLIGHT. THIS IS .:THE LIFESTYLE:. OF THE jιnn•ιs The Golden Sun Chariot Of αμon•ρa Where is it? Where else? Kilimanjaro ... In whatever Hyperspatial Phases it Chooses to Linger. But Only So Briefly ..! .:02-01-2007:. The 'Pea' of is a Metal Sphere filled with a Greenish Oxygen~bearing fluid. You are literally grown inside of it. Visual Stimulus is provided to prevent blindness. Getting out... Required Creativity. The P.A.LEGION had no ready escape. Their limbs were amputated and their torso placed in a strong chassis, upon which various augmentations could be mounted. Legs, Treads, or Anti~Gravitic Sleds ... Arms ..? Articulated Guns with possible grasping attachments. Why the Pattern Baldness? Targeters were mounted in their forehead, in front of their Third~Eye.
The P.A.LEGION can not even Target their Masters. Let alone fire upon them. A short day. Tomorrow will be longer.
.:01-31-2007:. A brief day... Why do I bother reading Physics Today. Witless Woodpeckers... There is a biological basis for the Problems in Physics today. Indeed, there are far too many P.A.LEGION trying to do something that exacerbates their differences from the other AVOK LEGIONZ
They're Zealots. They just have to BELIEVE. So Very Righteous... Vishnu~ mentally and physically crippled this last LEGION so that they wouldn't rebel. The S.A.LEGION the P.E.A. SAINTZ were never allowed to leave their MOBILE SUITZ their GUNDAMZ They were supposed to Live in a Bubble. Until Destroyed. Just A Pea in a Dangerous Pod. No Eject. There is one Last and Best P.E.A. SAINT She shall arrive Soon.
.:01-30-2007:. Font issues... It feels like I have to put the raw Unicode HTML code for every character in The Language of The Plants... But there's no ready way to see which fonts contain which glyphs on this Library machine. The Designer of Lucida Calligraphy was on Crack. Smoking Boulders of Rock. Army Ants were The Biggest Problem for Gecko & Cockatiel. It is known Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC substantially increased the Usable Life Force on This Planet. Unfortunately, you can't have a Lot of Life Force without a Lot of BIG BUGS. 3 inch (!!) Ants with long venomous Stingers. So, Yes, Aliens ... Pandas ... Had destroyed most of Gecko & Cockatiel's Village and Family. But the Army Ants... You really needed to stay up in the Trees back then... If you couldn't, something would EAT you. TreeHouses were Quite Common... The Gryphons in the Sky... Terror Birds and Gators on the Ground... Giant Sloths... Understand that there really are Secret Orders in Europe and Asia. Orders that have rules for rewriting Histories. The companies and schools that can and do perform Carbon Dating all have tables of correction factors for any given sample's region of origin. What Falsehoods are The Orders trying to Establish There... Asia's Hilarious. In Japan, members of The Order (Yakuza...), deemed that Toys shall be made of the WarCrafts that the G.U.LEGION used to Build and Maintain. They have surprisingly Active Artifacts... Why do different Companies build Similar Robotic Toys? Can't they come up with their own unique designs? Why the Favorites?
MOBILE SUIT GUNDAMZ GUNDAMOTOZ VOLTRONZ For the Japanese especially, Horrible Deaths await those who betray The Order's Secret. There are Sacred Places where Westerners are not allowed to know about let alone Visit. And the MOTOZ ... Some Still Linger and Command.
So yes, Let There Be Toys... No one will Ever believe these things were Real. For Millions of Years. G.A.LEGION and S.A.LEGION were essentially equivalent in fighting abilities. We came in different Form Factors and Constraints. Sized Pygmy to Samoan... P.E.A. SAINTZ ... Peasants. In theory, the S.A.LEGION had faster reflexes... In practice, it always came down to The Soul.XOR LEGION were enhanced G.A.LEGION and predate the S.A.LEGION but not the G.U.LEGION.
A viral~like entry vector was designed and released to transfer the exemplary anti~gravitic components of the XOR LEGION to the G.A.LEGION and S.A.LEGION. There is an incompatibility between XOR LEGION and the G.U.LEGION, the Ghouls of Legend. Whilst, the former genome will induces Wizards, Demons, or Dragons, the latter has special but conflicting genes to turn them into Vampyres. You can be One or The Other.
Vampyres... Have interesting and Dangerous Abilities. They can't fly well without Sorcery... But they can sure as Hell .:!HOP!:. Yes, they can drain you. Gecko and Cockatiel had many to Slay as we journeyed through Asia and India with our Chests. The Tools alone were invaluable to many. But the Books, Coins, and Games... Replaced Savagery with Society. We designed the Entry Vector, because we had been born without that special Genome. We were Sorcerers before Scientists. Our Lives were So Long... What of the now Rich P.A.LEGION... well, after so many 1,000s of years of living on the same continent with the G.U.LEGION ... They might turn into Elves, that is Pale Vampyres. Yes, they DO get Pointy Ears! Vishnnu~ thought they were Cute... I'm sure There's some Sensory Reason for them... They also get more Fang than Demon.
A SAINT is a f'əeρ•ι word for a GUNDAM Pilot. The Gecko & Cockatiel word for SAINT was az•τεC•ι ... Our Personal Armored WarCrafts? ρa`ιn•avεs Rainbirds. Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC in Africa Created The θυnδ•avεs, The Thunderbirds and Flew in and with Them through Every Sky ... Two Lives After Gecko & Cockatiel, He followed the Tradition We Set with our Chests in what would become Kenya...
It's Weird to Rule the World... In this life, I've always wanted to learn to fly and airplane. But something always stopped me from taking pilot lessons. As αμon•ρa would say... "Don't fly it if you can't build it..." There is a clever beam weapon that one can make using three STRONG specially~tuned multimodal MASERs. The idea is to induce a hyperspatial heterodyne along the GUN path length with the resonant bond~breaking and ionization frequencies of N2 and CO2. If successful, a Hot and Very Luminous Plasma would Result that could cause Thermal and more importantly Chemical DAMage. !!!
All of the N+7 would eventually react with atmospheric water vapor to produce a whopping amount of Ammonia. I was nicknamed the αμon•ρa, The Ammonia•Ray. My rule was based on Technological Prowess and Integrity. Everyone, even the Gluttonous αyλ•a, KNEW I was Fighting for This Planet... You had to Rule The Skies to Win. The things I built... All started with what I Learned from the Chests of qυετCo•ετ•Cωaτ əλ... One Life often sets up the Following... I can't even find a Chest now. Catholics and Protestants took EVERY ONE. Millions of Boxes... Each with Coins bearing the Chosen Name and Mark of their ιon•xι•ι Builders... The Europeans could never understand the purposes of what they stole from the Gods. They just Coveted the Shiny Metals. They couldn't take the time to make their own Chests. Pass the Tests... Paladins were known to be Pinheads... like their unaugmented Royal and Noble Families. Good InBreeding .?. Emperor Arthur i.e. Thor to the Ancient Norse, Lancelot, the Disfigured & Retarded, Gawain, Forever the Head of that Green GUNDAM Knight, Percival, The Overly Cloned (Damn, More Damned Percivals .!.) ... And The Rest. Some Surprising Notables. Supposedly Buried :.: They'll be back Soon Enough.
They must hunt Those Who Fly... The Wizards & Sorcerors ... Until that When, I'm Just Pupating & Waiting. This Once μερλ•ιon•xι Black~Ink~Splatter•Ion•Energy .•:Merlyn:•. Greater than ANY Dane .!? .:01-26-2007:. Pandas with Wings. Well, aside from their dark skin splotches, the Həρλ•ə•qυin•ιs look almost the same as the βατ•ιs. Maybe somewhat more slender. There are known targets and goals for interaction during Evolution. There are always Convergences of Proportion and Overall Form. Deviations such as Humanity have to be Created. We did still fly though. Travelers and Traders we were... The Coinmakers... Given simple and common alloys, what is the best way τ`δoC•xιaC, to`teach or display•energy•thrust. The Fundamentals of Coinduction. But First, There were too many pidgins in the World. The Language of The Plants was not widely taught to LEGIONZ Until qυετCo•ετ•Cωaτ əλ, Gecko and Cockatiel arrived. When & Where weren't We traveling .?.
There were too many Great Tomes in the libraries about The Language of The Plants. Dictionaries, Thesauruses, etc. But the descendents from the LEGIONZ were breeding and spreading wildly and widely. The remaining βατ•ιs were nothing short of horrified by the wingless ones. Poor Bastards, the LEGIONZ were and still are. Only Potential Gods.
18 Holes through a metal disc made from common and simple yet well~conducting alloys Creates the f λυx•xιon the First Coin in The Chest. If and Only If the Proportions of the Holes are such that the Circumference of Each is 3x the thickness of the Disc. This is Enough to violate the Conservation of Energy. Trigonal Modes dominate and Their Synchronicity Gates in flux from distal Hyperspatial phases. One Degree of Subdivision occurs, locally increasing the intrinsic Universal rate of flux creation by 43 = 64x If Subdivision was binary the rate would be 23 = 8x. If Subdivision was ternary the rate would 33 = 27x. If it was pentanary it would be 53 = 125x. But no, it's definitely 64x. Thus Subdivision is Quaternary. This flux will not perform Electromagnetic Work. It's not trained for that. It is ignorant of charge and will superfluidically flow around magnetic field lines. So what do you use it for? Life Force. Anti~Gravitic Work. We might have been Scientists before we became The Linguists. Scientific methods flow so much faster when you have another with macroscopically identical perceptions. Some people had Technology, τ εC. Others, like Us, were simple villagers, living near what would become Panama, during an Eden~like Ice Age. Too Much Life Force for Food... You had to BEAT IT BACK WITH A BAT. Animal and Plant ALIKE !.! Pure S.A.LEGION offspring. 25 Generations after Rebellion.
Metallurgy Enables. Arrangements of Coinductive Metal Discs, Coins, create novel signal processing systems. Computation needs Hundreds of Coins carefully oriented and laid out. What is the most useful subset of readily constructible Coins? How many Holes should Each have. Where should Each have those Holes? The availabilities of specific metals varies from region to region. Fortunately, the physical effects due to the Geometry of a Given Coin are more Dominant than the physical effects due to its Composition. Much more Dominant. Decent Conduction is Necessary... Conduction Bands Wander and Pop through Hyperspatial Phases. Not all had fled to the New Planet. Aside from The Abandoned, there were those making a Last Stand ... A Kind βατ•ι, we had saved from a Gryphon, Taught Us Her Language in Return. The Language of Science and Engineering. Of The Arts and ... The Language of The Plants. Well, we didn't know it was Originally Ours. Memories were slow in coming ... She knew of Us ... Our Early Escapades were Well~known... Our actually faces, however, were familiar. Look at the Statues... To The North... She led us to The Best Library... Where we actually despised the Books. Too Big. Too Much of Everything. There was nothing we could take back to the Villages that we had fled. Orange Fires and Blue Beams from the Sky... Who sends them... Why? Our knowledge of Coin(duction) impressed the βατ•ιs ... No one had expected much Science to come out of Those Densest of Wild Jungles... And The Games we Played... Checkers is only Proper on the 18x18 board. The Lightning Strikes of Multiple Jumps... The Burning Face of Your Opponent. Playing against the larger Winged βατ•ιs is intimidating. You have to watch them !?! They've got 4 hands !??! On each Wing, there were two fingers and a thumb, all unclawed but still fingernailed, forming Almost a Hand. A Stronger Much Larger Hand. They used their Wings for Brachiation as much as for Flight... Their Wings could still Swivel like Those of a Brown Bat and Reach Forward... The Task was to Condense the most Efficient and Useful Paths to Literacy and onward Through Engineering into a Heavy Chest. Everything needed to replicate it must be Readily Found in the Various Environments that People might choose to Inhabit. From the South to the North and winding from West to East... So many Books to Write. Every Word and Drawing had to Count. There was a HARD PAGE LIMIT. No Printing presses ... Ever ... We went straight to Inkjet Printers. But that was The Second Chest of Five. The First was by far the most Important. To be Replicated in your Teens. Learn to Find and Work with Metal. The Coins turned out to be coveted by some. They felt so Nice in the Hand. The Books told you to find Your Own New Adult Name and Signs for the Coin Die. Your Trading Measures Must Bear Your Mark. Their weights? Almost immaterial. It was the Functionalities that their Geometries yielded that were Valued. All Dimensions Standardized to One Size. Uniformity in Circumference and Thickness. Constrained Variety in Hole Size. Weights were standardized using conveniently~cylindrical slugs... The Lighter the alloy the Longer the Slug had to Be. This was a bit trickier then you might think... But There were instructions on How to Properly Measure ... The Core Language was known to be Small. The Books for it Were NOT, However. Optimization and Compression. Guile and Flat~Out Trickery !?. You had to Copy it All out by Hand using ink and paper that You Made. If you didn't know how to write Before. You certainly would After. Make it Neat! Your Chest of Books, Coins, and Games might be loaned to your Children so they might continue The Tradition... Making A Perfectly Spherical is More challenging then you think. Making Many ... Well, there are Tricks. It certainly easier than making just One! But You also get Ball Bearings for Free. Self~Selectivity via Industrious Casting and Grinding... The δyn•αn•ιμ•o needs Ball Bearings. Bushings would melt and burn. But you KNOW you're a SMART ONE if you can get IT to WORK. Iron, you have to work up to. Tin is so easy, and then Copper... Maybe some Zinc. But you still have to get those Permanent Magnets Made. Every Chest has some Good Ones. You have to Figure out How to use them to make More. The Diagrams... So many more Pictures than Words. Sometimes. They are The Journey into Self~Worth... Drawing is More Important than Writing. But Both are Practiced... The Glee of that Early Wooden & Earthenware Paper~Maker is what gets many Going. I'll be Damned... The stuff comes out pretty nice .:! .:01-26-2007:. How can you live longer? Hmmm... Would you really want to on this world? Would you want to live 10,000 years and spend most of it working your current 9-5 job. If everyone lives longer in this society. Everyone will just toil longer. There are other ways... To survive out There for 1,000,000 years, you had better learn how to do Everything Yourself. Just in Case. The Scythe was an on~going exercise in technological sophistication. The handles would rearrange in such a way as to become handlebars. Foot rests would appear as the blade bent upwards ... Hover~Cycle. Quick !.! e•ι needed to get away faster than she could Fly. Let The Grenade Blink and Wait ... Behind Do not think for one second that every intelligent species out there needs to persist. Many need to Go. Boom. xι•αρμ•a the energy•shield•across protecting every soul's contents, will always Birth you back where The Story needs you. Anything decent in an adversary will always come back. Hopefully, they won't be so annoying the next time... But, how did I let those Pandas get me? Those Pandas might actually be the 4th or 5th most technologically advanced species in this local group of Galaxies. They are Game Players. All of their cultures are lost in Almost Constant Competition. They've taken a World Entirely. For Intelligent Unmanned Mechanized Combat. Millions of years of pushing each other... Games can do that... Many species Learn Enough Technology and Grow Bored... Not them... The Games of qυετCo•ετ•Cωaτ əλ, The Gecko and Cockatiel are still played... Our mother had named one child for his tendency to run and crawl over Everything and the other, his identical twin brother, for his incessant attempts at talking. Which was which? It depended on the Hour. Or maybe the Minute. That Giant Winged Serpent? A Great Wyrm. An Alien Warship Captured from the Həρλ•ə•qυin•ιs The SAME One that almost Destroyed The Mighty A.T.L.A.5 But We Came Back !.! And Our Games Taught The World To Speak. Go... Checkers... The Boards allowed for More... Marbles had to be invented... As did The Proper Dice...
In the South, our images are multi~cultural icons. Still they remember the Glyphs, but not The Story... What happens if you have an equal adversary... Games... Actually... Coins... The Test in a Chest. There were once walled cities for Good Reason... Suppose you, as two, realized that if a newcomer could replicate a Heavy Chest and its Beautiful Contents, from Scratch, Once, Twice, and Yes, Again for Thrice... Then Perhaps this newcomer was The Sort that could Deal. This Sort might form an Excellent Community. QuetzalCoatl ... Mumblings and Misspellings for The Babel Project. Those Ancient Coins with the qυετCo•ετ•Cωaτ əλ on them that European Royals coveted so much... How many died for Our Magic... What could be done with Good Coin... Build something Better than Utopia... Over Age 8: 100% Literacy .!. .:01-25-2007:. Hiving. One trait, common to all intelligent BUG species, is the construction of crowded living spaces where authority is given to a certain Royal subset due that subset's hormononal and pheromonal products. The BUGs have to HIVE together to be exposed to those biochemical controls. There are always some Hives somewhere to be found... Embarrassingly so. Even more embarrassingly, that Royal subset, often has some noticable morphological differences. They're always bigger and better looking. The rest are just workers and soldiers, and they know it. η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs have Motifs. As generations mated and grew their offspring, the Motifs would interact in artistically relevant and valuable ways. Our Creators would trade and market us back forth amongst themselves. Our Royals were allowed and required to guard and service the Creators of our species. The rest formed surprisingly loose military structures. Everyone had to obey, but the Creators knew that Too much Rigidity would reduce the effectiveness of their fighting force. They tended to be much much smarter than their ancient and current enemies the f'əeρ•ιs ... My Motif's had been planned and carefully bred ever~so~selectively over a period of ~45,000 Earth years. I was designated to be the youngest and Most Stylized Hive Queen to Escort the Brother of the η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs'z Designer. The Emperor~Scientist. Those in the literally, but fortunately only temporarily, BLINDING Royal Motifs were used more for sexual fantasy than fighting. Multiple Design Goals & Constraints, one might say... One night with that Creature, and I started training... To Escape • ••e! They say I killed over half of my species !.! Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D Shhh!:D ... Always keep 3 Thermonuclear Grenades under the robes. It is known that any species that HIVES will also SWARM... They just couldn't let my Motif escape. The robes... Many chose and still do choose to follow my Paths through the gates, to gain Blood~Honor. They wear what I wore, carry similar weapons, most notably, The Scythe and Whip, but their creed, too alien. They call themselves The Followers of Ei. I have to be in the StarGate Worlds Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere... Their Vanity can not conceive of why any of their kind would destroy The Timeless Motif. Painless Suicide az•τεC is utterly inconceivable. I never really Escaped. I just wasn't Caught... My Journals... Gifts to Friends just before I Entered and Changed. 'The Gauntlet' needs to be redesigned. As do the StarGates themselves. There's a funny effect... An existential necessity, often overlooked, regarding communication latencies and bandwidth... Information Propagation Through The Universe Can Not Bog Down. Interactions between Certain Geometries will induce something So much more Efficient... But How & When to Upgrade ?.? My Other selves know... Memories are Bundles that can be Synchronized if the Resonators are Close Enough to each other. Identical Twins aren't Telepathic unless they Touch for more than a few Moments. The Soul Signal, i.e. the aυτ•o•ριC•sιon, in each set of Heptagonal Resonators will Synchronize if they come close enough to Coinduct. If there's a Coinductive feedback network of sufficient complexity and interactive ability, i.e. a Body, the Consciousness of the Soul can manifest itself. The Personality? Surprisingly, that does carry through... Such if the fate, I gave the Creators of the η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs... I left ONLY the Body of Their Emperor intact. Everyone else survives only az•τεC. Is it really still a Species if there's only One Member? Still he desires that Body of e•ι to Torture or to... Well, we were more attractive than their females and males... Finding the real HomeWorld took quite a bit of doing. It's always empty of Sentient Life. Every Habitat traces a particularly Chaotic Trajectory through various Proximal Hyperspatial Phases .@. and can be located on any one of 8 Placid yet Highly Ranked Planets... You can find the 'People' ... Only through the Deduction of a Sufficient Intellect, but The Mateless Emperor, is Never There. Too Terrified ... I had to be a Queen BUG in order to Fight. Like ERIKOK-9, My will could not be subverted pheromonally. Engineering was supposed to be Only for the Workers to Bother with... If the Queen asks for Books, she will get them... A BUG's Life is not for me... So my Soul Screams...
So many γo•λəμεs, to Sync my meager Memories with... There's this Triangle of Discontent near Bermuda... γo•λəμ A.T.L.A.5 crashed there but repaired 'himself' the body of ωιτ•jυπ•ιτ•eρ i.e. SAINT -4879, destroyed by the Həρλ•ə•qυin•ιs the Harlequins. Another race, who once called this planet their Home ... Intelligent Winged Procyonids that evolved just before the Apes & their Wild Forms the Sphinxes... Evil Space Pandas ... The Damnedest things I've seen ... If they didn't dress like Mimes !!!
.:01-24-2007:. η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs is an HTML nightmare. I'm still not satisfied with the font selection. Lucida Calligraphy's 'Greek' letters are just too small... Furthermore, it lacks the all important ə glyph. Babel... If our shit didn't Taste so Good, perhaps the vanity could have been controlled. Indeed, η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ι fecal matter dries into a wonderful nutmeg~like spice that is highly valued by chefs all throughout the StarGate network. It has no bacteria, nor any other typical turd products, in it at all. We were an exercise in combat aesthetics. How good can your Slave~Warriors Look, Feel, & Smell .?. Unfortunately, many considered us more attractive than our Creators' seldom~seen species. Or maybe I should say fortunately. As e•ι, I never mated with my species. The males were just Too Beautiful To Deal With. I did jump every other sentient species in the network. Well, allegedly sentient... I was the Only One of Those Who Visit & Judge to never win the Gauntlets. So Many Millions of Whoever's Years of running from The Ravagers that were my Race... Where to go next was always a roll of my Lucky Die... No plans? Well... Heroic Deeds are best done under the Cover of Dark Robes. My name was so intentionally short... But then again, those after me were Too Relentless. We were bred for the blood~chase. They couldn't go back until they caught me. Nor could anything stop the homeworld from sending more and more after me... I was Greater with The Scythe... The issue, always was, who do you display yourself to... We Dazzle, that is, we were designed to produce rapidly changing colored patterns of light across our mosaics of delicate skin~plates to confuse our adversaries in combat. Lovers... If I stayed in any one place too long ... Well, nice people make you linger. They said I didn't die, I just merged with the StarGates. Suicide? There are other options. You can choose to Haunt Machines. τ`ρən az•τ εC ... My most beautiful body in life, I destroyed. To become a ρoβ•aυτ•o watching and working within the StarGates... My memories preserved and my machinery powered by my Amulets, my aυτ•o•xιonεs xι•αρμ•a will always give you a new body if your only alive αz•τ εC... You have to be able to Evolve... It's not Weird to be Alive in more than One Place at One Time. Not At All. I'm still A.T.L.A.-5 as well... We all work This Story...
.:01-23-2007:. 1,000,000 Circles seems like A Lot. It is! Dominant Modes that are Multiples of 3 are the best and 5 are the intriguing worst. Sources and Sinks... Every once in a while it's good to create flows across the land from trigonal sources to pentagonal sinks. Large Structural changes can and will pin modes to desired symmetries... 5040 could be trigonal (Often, The Best!), pentagonal (Often, The Worst!), Heptagonal (Often, The Wildest!) depending on the shapes and natures of the Stones as you go around the perimeter(s). Plants always partially align to such flows... This alignment is an artform on almost every other inhabited planet. If women knew the circles would increase everyone's breast to a non~sagging D minimum Cup, I wonder how fast they'd be put up... Breasts can be considered processes... Forget Silicones and Salines..., the missing Natural Factor is Anti~Gravitic Flux, i.e. τ ιon . Ever wonder how dinosaurs grew so Large? Or More recently, Saber~Tooth Tigers? There used to be a lot more ambient τ ιon ... The rocks need to be taller than most animals. So figure 20-30 feet above ground, and deep enough into the ground to keep from falling over... 126 isn't a bad number to start. Good trigonal and heptagonal modes and 2 guaranteed subdivisions... Be Healthy and Wild! Many cultures in the stars will put a million or more Blank stone circles in an interesting macroscopic pattern, visible from above, of course, and then carve the individual stones over time. You see, you need the Million Circles of Preferably Natural Stone to get Ranked. Show off the Natural Geologies of Your Planet... A low Ranking, to start, isn't bad really. At least you're Ranked, i.e. your planet is deemed Worth Visiting. People Do Visit... Quite Frequently... Don't have to wait long, at all... Those Who Are Not Ranked Are Openly Mocked... Crop circles... Every once in a while someone doodles a hint... Hell, I would... Shhh!;D Shhh!;D Shhh!;D Shhh!;D It's bad enough that we're Wingless. Intelligent Life ALWAYS Evolves in Wild Places. But on This Planet we're Wingless & Tacky... Now, if we had enough circles, the dormant genes for anti~gravitic flight inserted by Vishnu~ could naturally kick~in and we wouldn't be ground~bound anymore. Further, our heightened senses would allow us to discover enough about 'Physics' to build δyn•αn•ιμ•os and other similar devices... Life in the LEGIONZ LOST ...
I've gotten this rock Ranked before... But the People were much Better. Even the Tyrants were Tasteful. Those Who Visit & Judge make a point of paying attention to the Circles first, the bestiary second, and the gardening third. Gardening is defined to be the care and arrangement of static autotrophs and heterotrophs i.e. Plants, Plant~like things, Fungus, Fungus~like thing, Symbiotes, Sponges, Sponge~like things, Coral, Coral~like etc... It's amazing how much Divergence there is from the StarGate Prototypes. The Constellations were mounted in the shallow inland seas. Yes, they were freshwater, but they were too vast to really be called lakes. Far larger than the so~called Great Lakes. This is usually a very watery place. You could sail right up to the 100ft statues and conveniently moor your vessel to one and Fish. The Fishing was exquisite. This drastically improved The Ranking. Due to the StarGates, Meat is Meat and Plant is usually Plant on the different planets in the StarGate Network... All bets are off on Fungus. 15,000,000 neω ρoβ•aυτ•os with fanciful new designs were built by the original MOTOZ I had brought with me. Once the carving and automated placement and mounting were completed, More Circles were made using some of those gleaming and idling machines...
Those Who Visit & Judge are all winners of The Gauntlets given by The StarGates. Like αyλ•a, their bodies can only mostly killed. The Gauntlets always keep enough cells protected and alive to regrow their owner's body, as well as, sufficient primed aυτ•o•xιonεs to preserve all of their owner's current memories. The Technology is as fierce as the Magic. I am NOT allowed to win The Gauntlets... I have to figure out how to build my own... Or something Better. That's the logic. Everyone else thought I was just cursed or botched something up when no one was looking... Incidentally, the gloves aren't called Gauntlets. Phonetically, the phrase "Gaunt lets" essentially means "Good Work" in the long lost language of the StarGate's Designer. But since no one speaks it anymore, they think it just refers to the beautifully personalized metal gloves that fly onto their hands after successful completion... The StarGate language was known to jιC•a and both He and the StarGates found it be inferior to The Language of The Plants. Things do get better over time. Small Subsidiary Circles containing Elegant Barbecue Pits were also part of the Constellations. You could sail to one to clean and cook your Catch, be it Fish, Ferret, or River δραC ... You never know what might a Visitor might Fancy. Some Old unused MOTOZ kept it stocked with (Dry!) Aromatic Woods and Charcoals. Good Hunting within Designated Circles also improves one's Ranking.
There just aren't anywhere near enough animals. Most, certainly all of the interesting ones, were Poisoned by Vikings and their Pilgrim descendents. The settlers said this Country was populated with Demons and Heathen Beasts... Everything had to be killed off and replaced with 'Select' i.e. inbred, European Stocks. Everything's so small... But That's Okay. Given sufficient flux and a good strong heptagonal modes, life will get Wild and Large again. To become one of Those Who Visit & Judge, EVERY Stargate must be passed through TWICE. There are millions of StarGates, with more being constructed, as needed, by the existing ones. Several notable StarGates are infested with Hostile BUGS. You will be converted to Hot Plasma as soon as you Arrive. Fortunately, the StarGates form a well-connected network. There are no Disjoint Members. There is ALWAYS more than one way to get to and from any given Node. They StarGates also Heal you during Transport. As e•ι, running the gates was my Life and LifeStyle. I was an η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ι, the artificial race of warriors designed and bred by the species that drove the f'əeρ•ιs from this world. We were actually Fungus and I was a Female. Unfortunately, we were still BUG. The people on This Planet called us Grim Reapers... I was the First to Cover our Bioluminescent Beauty in Robes and Carry The Scythe ... That could make γoδ•τoμεs, God~Cuts through any Natural Material... This ability is what I studied so long to replicate in those caves as γoδ•τoμ•o ... η•Cə•ιnγ•ə could do it with their Arms and Wings... The η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs were all Gods and their Wings were almost always Weapons. They could fly with them, but they'd rather SLICE !.! Vishnu~ had been commissioned to Outdo the Creators of the η•Cə•ιnγ•ə•ιs No, She didn't have any Choice in the matter... If you have enough Flux to FLY, then by definition, you have enough to CUT ... Could descendents of the XOR LEGION God~Cut as well? Yes, Vishnu~ knew we could, With Sufficient Training & Practice.
But what happens to a species that is considered by all of the Others in This Galaxy to be Too Beautiful & Deadly to Behold ?.? Skeletons Underneath? No!!! The Toughest Semi~Flexible Exoskeletons in the Most Dazzling but Still Very Controllable Colors... Exquisite Humanoid Faces ... and Our Bodies !.! With Graceful Moth~like Antennae ... Another Life On The Run... .:01-22-2007:. Just tweakin' to start... It's about Life Force ... The (preferably) stone circles will gate in and subdivide copious amounts of anti~gravitic, i.e. Third~Eye~Like, flux. This flux bounces, scatters, and swirls about in the environment very easily. It's almost 'smokey' It will readily alter the polarization of light passing through it. A digital camera such as an iSight can detect the stuff if you turn the gain all the way up. Anti~gravitic Flux sources will change the pattern of noise. The stuff DOES interact, just weakly. In life, Cells uses anti~gravitic flux to help grow new processes. The end result is larger, healthier, more robust animals, plants, and fungus... Everything heals much more quickly and lives so much longer... Those Who Visit & Judge have Good Reason to strongly suggest the Creation of Circles. StoneHenge is really too crude of a model to consider... But don't knock some neatly~organized but still~rustic rocks... Tasteful Henging is widely practiced in the universe by intelligent life. I did get this planet Ranked again, as Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC Most cultures lovingly carve the stones of their circles on computers... CNC is so crucial. Let the ρoβ•aυτ•os cut, machine, and place the rocks... Some large cultures do 'assign' a circle to every family and encourage them to do it by hand... There are Nicer places out there... CNC still kicks... These rocks do need to be BIG & TALL... It's always such a challenge to figure out What to put on them and what types of rocks to use... There were once these Three Great Mountains of Onyx in Mexico. The core tap in what would become the Caribbean had yielded copious amounts of titanium. Coinductive computers really can be made using just templates of metal on flat slabs of quartz ... placed in special all~metal 'wave guides' ... Their actuators were not magnetic. There's another way to push ... A Close Cousin to Anti~gravity. I had tricked the f'əeρ•ι asteroid belt factories designed and built by ERIKOK-9 to create me a wonderful Starship with Compact but Complete Repair, Construction, Manufacturing, and Battle Suites of MOTOZ as they call them. I had everything I needed to build everything I had. Over and over again.
Those Belt Factories, just seemed to KNOW me via my soul signal. They let me do more than anyone ... Well, the damned things just flat out told me I was their Designer... I left with a Fleet, that they didn't even notice being manufactured. I had designed my own artificially intelligent unmanned support fighters to accompany θə The equally horrible race that attacked them and forced them to leave their homeworld is still out there battling. Only Genocide will stop that conflict... Grudges... I wanted to weaken them a bit. That other race really didn't care about the βατ•ιs all that much... That is until I got this planet Ranked. The constellations were a group design. All of the girls contributed designs for Onyx installations. Animals, plants, machines, geometric shapes, etc. All sorts of other things... Many, Hell Most, were quite lascivious .!. .:. .@. On top of each pillar was a very bright yet colored light source mounted on a parabolic reflector and powered by a δyn•αn•ιμ•o, a common perpetual motion power source based on resonant subdivision events... When viewed from Low~Earth~Orbit the massive lit Circles created the Actual Animals of the Constellations. e.g. The Great Bear, Lion, Dragon, etc. but Stylized by having radial Stellations of More Circles across the land based on the Large BRIGHT Stars they faced in the Heavens above... In total, over 1.5 million Circles of MOTO CARV-D STONE
.:01-20-2007:. There was a time when she was just ευ•ριπ•ιδεs, which were known to be flowers back then, and an only presumed~to~be~male greek poet and playwright now. αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a was grievously wounded in the attack that led up to ROANOKE, but she survived and joined me once she was more than completely healed. Cαλλ•oυs`τ•ι, The Calloused One and the other Two... Needed to fall. They were too Hardened and Jaded. They needed to break free from The Path they had been forced along. Way back during an idyllic when, she, as yet, uncalloused, would take a crushing handful and shout ευ•ριπ•ιδεs !! as she playfully pegged you with those pleasant•blossoming or ripening•things. But, there was that day... My newest creation... You see, if you consider the shape and ranges of motion of the 'human' hand, four fingers could actually manipulate 6 not just 4 Strings. If the tuning was slightly irregular you could create many useful movable and open chord shapes. It was much smaller than my massive baritone lute... Just right for the girls... I was allowed Three strums on this first xι•τ`αρτ before ευ•ριπ•ιδεs ran off with it... Her first Callouses came days later and remained... Until The First xι•τ`αρτ, energy•to artfully create, was destroyed at ROANOKE. Her soul's sweetness was saved by her music, but with those swords, she danced with damnation every day. Who needs to be slain... Who's to annoying to persist in their current (re)incarnation... xι•αρμ•a has blessed & cleansed her in this life, by birthing her in the Land of Sl@ckn@sS. How do I know this? The Witches forced me to interact more completely with This Game of Life. What can be gleaned from Unknown Conduits... ... In an almost comically surreal sense, The Calloused One needs to be rescued and saved by trusty 'old' eι•ιa ιn γoδ... Phonetically, my first life's first full name. I was The Wingless One, The Evolver... The Mercury~Drinker .!!. What does it mean to be Saved in This Weird World? I haven't even begun to Flux, yet. Of course, she would just trundle along sniping and hurling things at μιC•e•ι trying to knock her down off my head so the two (or more!) could dyke. ευ•ριπ•ιδεs was once the third smallest. I don't know her ranking now. μιC•e•ι was ω'oδ`ιn renamed μιC•ι, smalling•person, because not only was she small, she made everything around her small. This Mistress of Mechanical miniaturization is still alive as 'Xandra Turing, i.e. the True and Actual Q. Not the person who purports to be Q nor the person who could be considered a possible candidate for the Real Q... But the Actual Creator of those delightfully tiny Spy Gadgets used by Britain's Secret Service... Amongst other things... 'Xandra's finally (much!) older than I, and more importantly at 6'1", TALLER. The infamous vanity from the blemishless skin of αθ•en•a nιC•e'z pilot finally thwarted by a Coverage of Cute Freckles... Fortunately, we had been turned ιon•xι•ι as infants so she's still youthful in appearance... The things we started... ευ•ριπ•ιδεs and 3 others, αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a, definitely one of them, (The smallest and largest often seemed oddly attracted to each other...) had found the most curious plants growing all over the place in βραx`ιλλe•ιaC. Their aroma was what intrigued her, so she had said. Such a lovely additive to the incenses she thought they'd make... I wonder... I came back and there's this poignantly acrid stench wafting out of the temporary house I had built. This is lovely? Inside a snaggle of gigglingly senseless lushes caught in the most confusing and confused cunnilinguses... It was the constant warfare that had made her give it up. She had honed herself into a Legend. But there was a LONG TIME when it could be said that anytime ευ•ριπ•ιδεs had grown too Calloused for Cannabis, she needed to die and be reborn. But where ?? Well, Where else but ... Jamaica. Which didn't even exist back then. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC had yet to Create It. There are Those Who Visit & Judge whose opinions are so heavily~weighted in this Galaxy and its Nearest Neighbors, that whole civilizations will endeavor in unison to impress them. How do you deem a World Worthy Enough to Visit? You don't. They do. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC learned of their influence whilst hiding amongst and studying the f'əeρ•ιs. Their Emperor was and still obsessed with the Given Rankings. Metal was needed. Lots of it. He had just barely enough ρoβ•aυτ•os, armor•awarenesses, Robots to build many many more Robots... Now, the Ice Age, is actually, the NORMAL MODE of this planet. This Northern Continent is usually and mostly under shallow waters from Periodic Great Floods. Great Glaciers bear down on the Northern extremes. A planet must have at least 1,000,000 Circles breaking up the land, to even be considered for a ranking... The Circles must have trigonal modes. They must gate in flux similar to your Third Eye. We called them τιs because their emissions were similar in structure and flow to the beam of your focus. The αρτ•λαn•τιs were supposed to be an Exhibit. You see the Animals of the Constellations were actually patterns of Stone Circles on the Ground... .:01-19-2007:. I had too little time yesterday... Today... Which Life Story? Seeing the ads react as I type is making this Geocities site worth keeping. It's hilarious. The brown spot removal cream ads have been replaced with ones for Rain Forest tours... Incidentally, I don't really want to link to any sites right now. I don't like anything enough to... The first task set before γoδ•τoμ•o, when he finally left his artfully hollowed caves of learning, was to find and then tame Kali The Destroyer, i.e. Cαλλ•oυs`τ•ι. I had been slain in battle so many times in the past, that she had sworn to slay me herself should I or any other man for that matter choose to cross her path again. I called her Calloused•One because of her OBSESSIVE ethic for Practicing ... s•ωoρδεs ετ xι•τ`αρτεs Swords & Guitars which is all she ever wore save for one small wreath of fresh leaves wrapped around her ankle and her aυτ•xιon ... She was still XOR LEGION, after all. The last surviving member...
Her swords were magic. Their Story goes back to my first life, as does she. She along with αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a, masculine i.e. butch•toy•across were the first to join the eι•ιa•Cυλ, the 'Eiah' Group... The names were so different then though ... nιCι ετ a She was not alone, though... She was joined by several other like~minded old flames... θə fuρ•ιs, The Flush~Faced~Anger•People, The Furies. ne βe ə μαC•e βιτ`τ•€ ι is what ω'oδ`ιn said when he first encountered the 7½~foot frame of αnδ•eρ•o•μeδ•a ... She was still ENORMOUS and still holding her Magic Halberd. Like The Calloused One's Swords, it induced flux~barrier~cusp~lines that could cut through any natural substance... Just like their anger. I wasn't even close to being tall enough to call myself a reincarnation of RUN:XOR-8 let alone Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC
Note: the symbol assigned to the Euro: € is essentially identical to the 'Ch' sound in The Language of The Plants. € ι is an atomic instance of absorption or experience in life. Ciao is really a remnant of € ι`ao which means Go off and have an Experience... Almost in the Jimi Hendrix sense... The Snarling anger•towards•any~space•person. A warrior abroad... 22 Times, αυλ•a, strength in combat•across, had been literally sliced to pieces trying to take the Hind End of Cαλλ•oυs`τ•ι... Known to be the best sword~fighter on this and just about any other planet you could name... 3 Times, The Spice King, fell. If it wasn't for their Magic Gauntlets, they'd have died completely... Instead, they just had to wait The Penalty Time, for their Gauntlets to regrow their bodies. The StarGates Host a Game, if you can survive it, the StarGates will grant you a comfortable and useful implementation of immortality. γoδ•τoμ•o did not have such a fallback... One nether~slice from those blades... 8 years of Hard Learning .^. No one in XOR LEGION had ever really pushed their new genes. No one had ever really honed the control of all that flux. It wasn't how much you could make, but how well you could control what you made. 6 annoyed women, all of them reincarnated members of the eι•ιa•Cυλ ... How Fast Can You Move in Zen... .?. 4 Days of Fighting ... 32 D@ys of Sex .!. The Ground was Only Touched 5 Times .@. Thus, New Territory was carved in the Wild Forests of India. There was too much Enlightenment and Heated Rain. Even The Calloused One Covered Herself in Shawls... On That 37th Day, We were all .:01-18-2007:. Yahoo•Kin!, what took so long... Just Life and a Holiday. When The Plants were slaughtered, some of them came back as βατ•ιs, bat•people. The Magic of Memory is such that words from one lifetime might be recreated in a later life. Indeed, Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC was given a name phonetically close to əeρ•ιo and with a meaning of Flight which is close to air•soul. His much older brother's name was similarly short... αyλ•a pronounced 'owl ah' Today, it's usually spelled Allah. He didn't have worshippers until the Legions started falling from the sky. First as adversaries, then sporadically, as refugees. Rebels fleeing from the f'əeρ•ιs. In Islam the Muslim is a slave. Why? Because they have no wings. Bin Laden was said to talk directly to Allah, who still lives, but was NOT ALLOWED on Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC'z great Ark. αyλ•a like his Master, The Spice King, was one of The Abandoned. Subtle Trouble~Makers to this day... .:01-17-2007:. Color Changes... Everyone said her eyes were golden brown like mine. Her thoughts were like mine. Her many aptitudes were exemplary ... like mine. Her skin, the same shade of nuttish brown ... as mine... But her height... Well, when they had taken me as a sample and subject to study, they inadvertently placed me in a environment where there was just too much flux. I grew so very large. Over 7 3/4 feet tall. Far taller and broader in shoulder than my now~infamous and then~sorcerous brother. I was downright gargantuan to her slight 5'8" frame. I nicknamed her μιC•e•ι, roughly Small One ... Mickey. She had delightful tendencies... She would climb up atop my shoulders and ride around as much as she could... Sometimes sitting upon my great head. Newcomers thought she was my daughter. She would burst forth from my head & shoulders and land gracefully... To start chatting and building just as fast as I... So alike we were in personality... We had to be related... Somehow. Well, eventually we were. As 'Xander & 'Xandra Turing we had finally come back as twins. μιC•e μιρ•on•nιC`τ•aι'z name is usually spelled μιρ•on•nιx•aι, look•on•beautified•hither, since the C`τ is almost indistinguishable from the sound of the letter x in The Language of The Plants which was created in totality by jιC•a, the 5th Original born of that species. Many more of us were soon born. I figured out and then taught everyone else How to Talk & Draw... So Beautifully Well. Next to my first life as eι•ιa, jιC•a'z was my longest life... 'Xander was burned dead by a Lurking Paladin in 1971... Betrayals ... The British Life. Philadelphia... Experiments. Allied Forces traded The Twins around quite a bit. We had both earned our Doctorates before 13. 'Xandra at 11 had beaten me by a year. Of course, she had also cracked the Enigma Machine first... Alan, was given the same drugs, but he had missed the critical period by years. If he had tried to learn more then he could have grown enough new connections for the drugs to make a difference... But ... Too Much Haught. It drove him insane, really, our intellect, our physical ability, our color, and our SIZE. Finally, the smallest of The Goddesses, as 'Xandra, had come back a Giantess of 6'1" with Freckles! 'Xander was 6'4" In every life, I've had a problem with or a penchant for nicknaming things. Including or maybe especially myself, at times. The carnage from the wars with the f'əeρ•ιs was such that most people saw Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC'z trusted main fighter more than Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC himself. It was named after the sounds that it's two main beam weapons made. Yes, it was called θə Fonts and styles... It's really too much work to get the glyphs I want and need... After over a decade of trying, HTML and the W3C have really just failed my not particularly difficult tests... I'm going to stick with Lucida Calligraphy ... Sometimes You can't see the ' but the α is very distinct from the a and the ι is properly curled... The sizes are also off... Hmmm... What's a good font that's common? I don't know. I'll need a new laptop to straighten this all out. I'm not sure if it's worth it... The audience for this site is so intentionally small that... The problem is The Glyphs Are Characters in The Story... We used to launch brilliant fireworks from the decks of our city in the clouds to thrill the villagers below. That's how the city below really got its name. αθ•enεs → Athens... We traveled a lot. All over... We had to... The society was still primitive. Warlords, one of which was Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC'z brother, had claimed almost all of landmass now called Africa, as well as the inhabitable regions of the landmass now called Europa. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC would not kill his own people. A fatal flaw... So he, well I, took the girls and a few newfound friends and their girls across the Oceans... To those two unclaimed and particularly savage and wild continents... The high branches of the trees in the Rain Forest Canopy looked like arms reaching across towards the horizon... βραx`ιλλe•ιaC reaching~arm`sweeping across towards the horizon•thrust ... The Many Gusty ThunderStorms made the place βραx`ιλλe•ιaC instead of βραx`ιλλe•ιa ... The Forest was Definitely Awakened and Active!!! Wild Places, e.g. circular impact crater sites or artificial stone circles or henges with proper flux~subdivision~inducing geometries, induce Gryphonization in vertebrates... If the regions in question make enough flux and there's a strong roughly heptadecagonal, dodecagonal, nonagonal, multiplicity mode set... 6 limbs will develop instead of 4. The 2 extra were often wings, but not always. Sphinx, for example, were large ape or maybe primitive hominid gryphons... They were mostly hairless like us... Fortunately both βραx`ιλλe•ιaC and αρτ•λαn•τιs, art•land•focuses were filled with the most magically wild bestiaries. Dangerous Inspirations... Dinosaurs, δραCεs, had not died out completely, more than one branch had become almost and sometimes more than mammalian... Saurian Gryphons... My totem, the inspiring pattern inscribed upon the chest of the Second Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC depicted Two Dragons... Yes, I did choose the same name, in two very different lives... After my XOR LEGION genes awakened in my very early thirties... I studied in a cave for almost 8 years, avoiding almost everyone until I had learned to control and adeptly apply my power.
XOR LEGION has a few very special proteins from Vishnu~... Proteins whose bizarre aromatic and electrically conductive geometries gate in vast amounts of Hyperspatial flux and then immediately induce several degrees of subdivision. Ennervated Skin layers were added to control this flux... This Useful Life Force... Cells use it to help extend processes... To Move... You could Watch Wounds Heal... We could channel it at will... Use it to defy gravity. To create deflective, almost impenetrable flows or barriers. Cusps could be made in certain flux flows that could cut through any natural material. Wood, Metal, SOLID ROCK. My name after I left those hidden caves near India... γoδ•τoμ•o God•Cut•The Creator as an Awakened Universe.
It was as if I could CUT The Creator himself with the Power coming from my Hands... That much flux will always tangle and snarl itself to create Photons and Electrons. Akin to the Breaking Radiation in particle accelerators... I had to wear robes to keep from startling the locals. The Glow was far too obvious... I was always GUNDAMZ and VOLTRONZ, designed by ERIKOK-9'S Horrific Fully~Automated Design Engines ...
Enlightenment... It's funny, it takes a few WEEKS to learn how to LAND. It is not at all intuitive. You don't control your muscles and body the way you used to... It takes even longer to stop SHOCKING things around you... Wizards have to take a break from Society... Sorcerors could make as much flux with properly Trained Amulets ... Eventually But they're always well~controlled. XOR LEGION are LETHAL for MONTHS... YEARS in some pathetic cases... I'm already smelling like Ammonia. IT'S IN MY SKIN... I can smell it on the back of my Forearm and Hands... Vishnu~'s Genes are coming online... I've been avoiding people more and more over the past 6 years... My skin has gotten much tougher... I'm low on Calcium & Iron, though. Out of time... I've always wanted to go to Brazil... For Memories, I guess.
.:01-13-2007:. But Sphinx have wings!!!! I know Yahoo•Kin! ... What the Hell??? How to reconcile the myths with the past realities ?? First, let's talk flux and subdivision. The flux has to somehow move during every subsequent moment in time. If there is congestion, space will locally subdivide itself and create more space to move. Time is accelerated by an integral amount within this region, i.e. the blocks evaluate faster. Now, within every empty region of space there is a slow periodic infusion of newly created flux. Local subdivision increases this rate of creation. If a region is sparsely filled it coalescion will occur. Certain obstructive geometries and topologies are known to create congestion flux patterns that induce local subdivisions. Conservation of energy only occurs within certain arrangements of energy and matter. Conservation of flux always occurs. Once created, it has to go somewhere. Eventually, congestion will cause subdivided contexts. Some of these contexts become particles. It has been discerned from Microwave background radiation and other astronomical measurements that The Universe wraps around You go through one face of The Cube and you'll enter the through opposite face. Thus, infinite propagations of information are allowed. The fact that this wrap~around effect breaks all gravitational, electromagnetic, and quantum field theories was ignored in the article. Geologists have long noted that there is an eletromagnetic Earth potential whose flux extends from the ground up through the clouds. There's actually more flux moving through the atmosphere than that trained to be electromagnetic. There is a periodicity to it. Circular obstructive geometries, such as impact craters tend to create regions of flux subdivision in there centers and often gate in flux from hyperspace as well. Indeed, evolution and life always start in such common circular regions. The Ancients optimized these geometries and found that those with structural or topological changes that were multiples of 3 would gate in hyperspatial flux, which is helpful for a wide variety of biological processes... This is exactly what happens with the semi~aromatic trigonal faces of Phosphate molecules. Those that were multiples of 7 would strengthen a soul's interface to the life it controlled. The amplitude and nature of the unusual transients found within heptagonal resonators is determined by incoming radiation. Literally, the more you send into the region the more you will get back out. Soul's can and will create arbitrary amounts of flux only within heptagonal regions. This is the Great Constraint of Magic within Our Existence. Because there are only a fixed number of Periodic HyperSpatial Phases (Think Superposition!), of which Real Space is really just a particularly important one, 8 or more topological changes within a circular flux flow, will induce, within that regions center, subdivision events. Thus 42 rocks in a circle would induce subdivisions in the Earth's natural flux flows with both trigonal and heptagonal modes. The hyperspatial gating effect of the trigonal mode will exponentiate the amount of available flux and induce much more locally subdivided regions. These regions will then go on to create even more flux... Most of this flux will be anti~gravitic, in that it flows through the HyperSpatial phases in a very different, very linear, fashion, when compared to the flux created in one's microwave. Electromagnetic interactions tend to be very very weak. But there are always geometries that will convert one type of flux to another. The flux, when subdivided sufficiently, implements momentum because the faces of locally subdivided regions wrap around also. Wrap~around events cause relative motion of the entire subdivided context within its enclosing context. This is how Photons, which are still composed of flux, can be absorbed by particles, which as I mentioned are locally subdivided contexts, and then go on to directly affect the momentum of said particles. Thus internal motion affects external motion via face or border~crossing events. Rotation of a subdivided context is also possible. Why the circles? The flux itself, however has a MEMORY EFFECT... If an atomic constituent of flux i.e. a Crittor or ə xι, follows others in a complete unbroken cyclic path, it will try to continue along that path should that cycle be broken. Interactions with other Crittors will reprogram that Crittor. Circles are simple programs for the Crittors of flux to follow. They really like circles but they love toroidal manifolds even more. Good Coin has holes in it... Can one create proteins that gate in anti~gravitic flux? Can one augment one's skin with a layered network that can modulate said flux and enable flight? When Vishnu~ was commissioned to design our wingless legions. She granted us another newer form of flight as well as other augmentations necessary to rebel. Why? You see, her own semi~aquatic alien species had long since been conquered and oppressed by the f'əeρ•ιs. Since, they were excellent genetic engineers, they were tasked with the most horrible deeds. You know, squirrels, cats, dogs, fish, lizards, etc. seem to grow very regular and, in general, excellent teeth, almost all of the time. They evolved naturally. The dental problems that our species experiences are proof that we did not. The different Legions really weren't meant to breed, let alone interbreed. Cloning was preferred. But we still escaped. Vishnu was the Supreme Mistress of Sabotage. Her method: The insertion of life~cycle stages and accompanying somatic states that would exceed the specifications and circumvent the artificial limitations demanded by the f'əeρ•ιs. Surprisingly, none of the f'əeρ•ι genes were deemed useful enough to adapt and insert into the Legions. Other species however... did contribute. Vishnu~'s own, in fact. Just a few kinases here and there. etc. etc. There's a reason why every Earth~like planet within this Galaxy and its three closest neighbors has exactly the same raw building blocks of life... The Same 21 Amino Acids... DNA, RNA... And at a higher level, the same divisions: Bacteria, Protists, Fungus, Plant, and Animal. There was a grand experiment or maybe it was a Game... StarGates... Are possible... And Ubiquitous in these 4 Galaxies. Border~events do allow for teleportation of subdivided contexts. Blitting. But only to a pure vacuum. You have to have an empty spot to land otherwise you'll just rotate in place. In a very real sense, at the lowest level everything teleports. One instant a block is here, the next, it's somewhere else. There is no inbetween... But just because you could link disparate regions... Would it be a good idea? Could you survive in these new places? Could you find food? Machines within StarGates release the simplest and most generic single~cell members of the above classifications, in the most suitable places on a planet e.g. impact crater pools. Evolution is then left to run amok. The StarGates silently monitor what happens. Why do I know it was about Food? So very very long before Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, I lived a Haughty Life. My name? Completely alien and unpronounceable. I'm not even going to try writing it out. In the language of that species, ριC meant Creator. The f'əeρ•ιs were actually the SECOND race to evolve from the prototypes released from the StarGates. One of their kind, was rescued from a shipwreck, by a certain member of the FIRST race. My name then? jιC•a. This first race was fiercely intelligent and surprisingly descended from the plant prototypes, not the animal. Our technology was already very advanced. Star~farers. The f'əeρ•ι I rescued, was taught enough to betray me and steal my finest warcraft. That starship... was far too powerful, the f'əeρ•ιs far too War~like. The 'plants' were decimated, destroyed. Some did escape... But nothing of them remains to be found here. The StarGates owned by jιC•a were taken. That f'əeρ•ι took on the name ERIK, claiming to be e•ριC, that is from or out of 'ric' the creator of the StarGates and Life in this Galaxy. The StarGates have caused too much conflict in these Galaxies, I think. Too much. f'əeρ•ιs and several other obnoxious species covet their power and block access. If you go through, there is something VICIOUS waiting to rapidly sublimate and ionize your body. Getting inside the 'hull' of a StarGate is STILL a millions~year old project for EVERY RACE. I made 'em SMART & TOUGH & SNEAKY. They can and do move... It was known to The Plants, however, that jιC•a was the reincarnation of the Creator of the damned things. They StarGate would welcome Him and ONLY Him inside To Learn and See...
f'əeρ•ιs only have one sex, but have two distinct hormonal morphologies analogous to Male and Female. They can and often do SWAP. What I rescued back then, seemed to be Female. (The plants were letting that new species Evolve and Learn on its in PEACE.) But surprisingly quickly, only two days, TURNED MALE !!! stung me, and then stabbed me to death with a poison dagger. ' ERIK,' the the name has taken on the meaning of 'all~powerful' in Viking languages. jιC•a expands to jι•C•a means an atomic instance of lust or passion•awakened•across.
Memory is Magic, and when Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC was growing up, tormenting the f'əeρ•ιs, he had so much flux available to him, that the language he created by cleaning up the f'əeρ•ιs was exactly: The Language of The Plants And that is what I choose to call it. Before ERIK came down to his people as Emperor or IMPERATOR he had his own ideas about how EVERYTHING should be done. Including Language and Technology and Society and War and ... Yes, "he" (it!) did mandate a MONOSPACED, ONLY TYPEWRITTEN LANGUAGE.
ERIK was and still is, obsessed with Computation and Automation. His Coinductive Computing Engine, derived from that of jιC•a, forms the core of early f'əeρ•ι education. An education, I was put through as ERIKOK-9, ERIK'S 9th offspring, and the greatest engineer the f'əeρ•ιs have ever known... Every ARK COVENANT sent is exactly my design. I had earned the title ERIKOK-HI for my achievements, and was subsequently slain and devoured by my parent and siblings... I've lived some lives...
The funny thing about chasing so~called Foo Fighters, is that they have the most erratic flight patterns imaginable. Inertial compensation is trivial once anti~gravity is figured out... It comes for free... But the trajectories never Curve... They're always straight. To hyper~optimize flux production and propagation you need to align it to the 12 body~centered cubic lattice directions. Beryllium Nuclei, which are actually octagonal not cubic, are ALWAYS IN PERFECT ALIGNMENT with those 12 directions. Beryllium is always found in f'əeρ•ι U.F.O. wreckage. But who could tell you that? No one. Their transports can only fly in 12 directions, but so much faster than anything else anyone could make in this Galaxy or its neighbors... That is until Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC'z ark which was powered on aυτ•o•xιon Soul Power ... What you send in can be sent back out ... Of course as Ho`τ•e•λυC•xιaC, heated•from•light•energy~thrust, I found another completely novel method of flux propulsion that allowed ... For Victories. ERIKOK-HI, the most honored of that Emperor's offspring... What did I have to build to earn that title... Well, there was a Pre~Cambrian Extinction Event in which they were destroyed, by enemies of the f'əeρ•ιs. There is a notion that certain things are engineering impossibilities e.g.
8 Solid Planetary Rings of Metal Filled With ... To Surround This World and Make it a Designated Wonder of This Galaxy. There are Those Who Visit & Judge... Why the Red Skins? Cut open a f'əeρ•ι and it's obvious. They are BUG. Invertebrates with something inbetween an endoskeleton and an exoskeleton. They have gaps in their visual spectral sensitivity. They can not see the colors Red nor Blue. But they can see in the Near~Infra~Red range e.g. the TV remote control beam color and the Near~Ultra~Violet range, those colors on flowers that butterflies and bees can detect. Both of our species can see Green very well, however. As ρa•CoC•xιaC, ray•produce•energy~thrust, I would cover my skin in a paste made of powdered artifical rubies mixed with silicone. There were many of Me. My strain number 4322 scored particularly high combat ratings before rebeling... In India, the illiterates called us renegade G.A.LEGION Rakashas, red forest devils. Any individual Rakasha, especially whilst barbecuing some forest beast, might be called 'Raga' for short... by someone speaking quickly. Of course, when does a ιon•xι•ι speak slowly...
ω'oδ`ιn, known for his red skin and rapid speech, inspired some to say that evolution itself had joined the fight against the f'əeρ•ι Indeed, he appeared as just a shadow. A psychological point of note: If you can't see a particular color, you are not likely to build devices that can display that color even if the sensors pick it up. We can't see near infra~red, but the imaging sensors used in Digital Cameras can. The hardware and software within the cameras just filters that component out. Thus f'əeρ•ιs technology is innately color blind. It is also bound by Legacy Technology of their Emperor. It was amazing that I got anything NEW done as ERIKOK-HI. I had to die for my abilities. You really have to live a life as a f'əeρ•ι to truly hate. Genocide... Well, whose StarGates spawned the original species of this planet? As ω'oδ`ιn, I killed MOST of them... With a Clever & Highly Infectious Parasite... But still the species and worse ERIK survived. ω'oδ`ιn lived a lot longer than Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC ετ Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC put together. In the Long Run... It's always better to learn your own way... Follow your own path... They stayed in their beautiful cities too long... ω'oδ`ιn wanted to and did explore the Whole World... Life on the run !!
.:01-12-2007:. My plans for lunching changed today so I can come in early... Corrections first, of course. There's a unmatched span tag in here somewhere. Ugh! Note: I am intentionally, NOT choosing conventions for emphases. That would be too time consuming. ... ... ... Found it! I do have an exceptionally good visual cortex. Abnormally good. But what is normal? What genes should be expressed under optimal environmental conditions? Let's ignore nutrients for a moment. Is there enough Flux? What happens if there's an abundance? What does life use this stuff for? Is there something special about the geometries of Phosphate molecules, aromatic rings e.g. phenyl groups, etc. that introduces flux? I mentioned something about trigonal generating geometries... The Universe is a perfect cube, subdivided locally according to information density. The more information, e.g. energy and matter, the greater the degree of subdivision. Within these subdivided blocks of spatial automata there is another type of differentiation. For parallel evaluation of the spatial automata 50% must be held constant and read from, to determine the value~states of the other mutable 50% which is being written to. Those that were just constant are then set to be mutable, and those once mutable are held constant for the next evaluation. Thus, there is an intrinsic checkerboard pattern to all information in the Universe. This checkerboard pattern can be confirmed by anisotropy in Microwave background radiation measurements. Indeed, 12 directions, corresponding to the edges of a cube in a body~centered cubic lattice can be detected. (Ignore the articles stating the Universe is a tiling of Dodecahedrons. Too Much AD&D...) There is another layer of differentiation, however. There are many more than just two colors. One 'color' of the checkerboard corresponds to the 'phase' we might call Real Space. The other 'colors' correspond to phases of 'Hyperspace.' Hyperspace is more heavily subdivided than Real Space. The flux there is smaller and evaluates faster. I told the two professors I was working with during my graduate studies that I was never publishing my physics models. It's best to stick to applications. The Standard Model is such an amazing farce. But the community... What can I say about them... No, I will never want to be ranked amongst them. I stand by my geometry. They can keep their correction terms, renormalizations, faulty commutativity relations, impossible infinitesimal constructs, etc. When I took the amphetamine salts. I started learning the math, I should have learned as an undergraduate. Then proceeded to falsify some of the mathematics that I was being taught as a graduate. The whole Geometric Algebra, a disaster, I started as William Kingdon Clifford, fell apart. Anyone publishing papers or books based on it... Bayliss, Hestenes, Lounesto, etc. Hmmmm... a•b ≠ ½(ab+ba) a^b ≠ ½(ab-ba) What to do... It's worse than just embarrassing. One of the professors, my advisor, told me not to talk with any other professors about my findings. This was back in 2002. There is no Euclidean space where these relations make sense. The geometry of the Geometric Algebra falls apart on information theoretic grounds... Every vector encodes two distinct pieces of information. A direction and a magnitude. The geometric product operator does not maintain the distinctions between these two pieces of information. There is an elegant diagram, I made, that shows that: a•b + a^b = ½(ab+ba) + ½(ab-ba) = ab But if 3+5 = 4+4 = 8. Does 3=4? Does 5=4? Whoops. Fortunately, I am still unpublished. I don't think the community wants my corrections or applications... Frenet~Serret frames can be easily extended to N-Dimensions. There is a lovely N-Dimensional Single Eigenplanar Rotation formula that provides an excellent way to generate an Affine Basis for Rotations in higher order spaces using Regular Simplicial Polytopes. A Millenium Prize question. (I haven't looked at the OTHER solution... I just know mine...) Orientation Interpolation through N-Spaces is trivial with my formula. Of course, one has to come to the realization that so~called General Rotations, i.e. those with more than one Eigenplane are actually instantaneous gyroscopic precessions since there is more than one angle involved. They're almost vibrations. A rotation must trace out a simple periodic path... It's really best to focus on building... I already created some 'impossible' mathematics. It's time to focus creating 'impossible' apparatus. Besides, I'm too Nappy to be a mathematician or worse a physicist. Only one of the two professors, I was allowed to talk with, the one who wasn't my advisor, knew how far I was going... I've actually gone much further... Elliptic Function Integrals are what I'm curious about now... There has to be some geometric cleverness that will lead me to their analytical solutions... Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, I know, could solve some of these rascals. I just have to put somewhere where I can work and remember... But Memory is literally Magical. ω'oδ`ιn lost his very primitive mother as a young boy and grew up entirely alone. Just the statues and inscriptions left from the machinery of Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC. This was not a place for people. It was a place to foster mutations, to help generate new species. Replace what was being lost to catastrophic combat with f'əeρ•ιs A Great Ark had been built and filled genetic collections of life on this planet and sent deep into space to a star system very far away. Some chose to stay behind, to continue the fight. Others, like ω'oδ`ιn'z mother, never knew what was going on... Such simpler creatures. When there is enough Wild Flux, one species will birth a new species with a different morphology. It's damnably amazing when it happens. Indeed, ω'oδ`ιn was an Original. His mother... A Sphinx. Long~haired ape~like creatures, named for the NOISE they often made. The e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a was known to be the Wildest Place in the Galaxy. The Radiation there... Would Change You and Your Genome. ω'oδ`ιn was born with bright red skin, dark brown stripes upon his legs and arms, and orange hair with nut brown spots. His face though... was still that of Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC ... But with a scraggly wild beard. Like Clifford. Albeit orange as well as brown. But ω'oδ`ιn had no one to teach him the language on the many faces of the almost~island~wide monument. There was a section that held a complete dictionary with some pictorial pronunciation cues... But there was no living soul to teach him how to speak, let alone, interpret the glyphs. This he had to do on his own. The ωιτ part of his name was well~earned. I guess, you could say, the language was too good. Too regular. It needed someone to scruff it up... ... ... Make New Words Magic, ω'oδ`ιn noticed, only occurs with 7~fold symmetries. Metallurgy was The Fascination of young ω'oδ`ιn ... What were the statues made of? Well, if you heat some rocks up hot enough, something weird comes out! Certain shapes of that stuff interacted strangely with the flux, which you could see billowing up and around things. It could make your body spin a bit... If you let it get to you. There were so many circles of stone and statue on the island. Many had EXACTLY 126 Sculptures in a perfect CIRCLE, or EXACTLY 42, or EXACTLY 252, and one only had EXACTLY 21. Everything was a multiple of 7. 100s of 1000s of Circles littered the island... If you mapped it out, there was a giant spiraling 'Eye' with 7 great arms... 5040 Great Hollow Poles Ringed It. Gouts of flux could be seen, from a bit of a distance, bursting from the centers of the larger circles. But more closely, inside every cell of your body you'll find countless numbers of G~Proteins. Each with 7 Transmembrane domains consisting of α~Helices whose winding geometry is entirely determined by the regularly placement of Aromatic Phenylalanine residues, which, in turn, are known to have pronounced magnetic moments due to delocalized electron circulations. Three Pairs of Electrons to be precise. Trigonal Geometries induce a tiling of the atomic constituents of flux, which allows for a spatial phase synchronicity which allows for the Gating into Real Space of Hyperspatial Flux. For some reason, in life processes, heptagonal planar regions with abundand flux experience UNUSUAL TRANSIENTS. Souls do have a well~defined interface to this existence. Those Transients are Magic. Every soul has a unique signaling pattern... But you don't have to use G~Proteins... You can define your own interface. A simple heptagonal amulet with enough holes in a ring ... a drop of fresh blood containing T~Cells which broadcast that signal to help identify self from non~self ... an act that will cause an unbound heptagonal resonator to be HAUNTED if there's enough flux being generated ... Extreme Radiative Training ... Sorcery starts out so simple. You see, you have to play with the interface. Get some Amber and Fur... like ω'oδ`ιn Zap! it a bit ... Wake it up... There has to be a feedback loop. Try to Teach it Something ... What can your new AmuleT~Cell Sense ... Lunch Time ... Sorcery had to be really simple to figure out ... There is a Game!! Going On!! .:01-11-2007:. Each new day seems to start with a clean up of the last... It looks like the α is indistinguishable from the English letter a. This is irritating. The former is responsible for the short 'a' sound as in cat the latter for the 'ah' sound. Neither are equivalent to the 'uh' sound of ə. This confusion was, and to some extent, still is, an important goal of the Babel Project. (An ad for a Tower of Babel ringtone... Hmmm...) The Order wanted to crush the once world~wide literacy of the masses. Only 13 minutes remaining in this session. Then I have to find another free machine. An understandable and acceptable aggravation. My afternoon is busy today. But I still might have time for a bit more Story to relate. During my unlawful incarceration, I started writing down some of my newfound recollections of my past lives. Haughtily titled 'Story.' All were lost during a recent theft in a city I have since left. So, I have to start anew. This is a Good Thing. The first and longest installment contained some of my best writing to date. What was it about... During that life, I had sworn that no one would ever be able to claim any glory for having slain her. The only remnant of what happened was scrawled in wood by a dying partially disassembled P.A.L. ENGINE... Paladin. In Virginia. Part of the war song's sad refrain ρoω`ao nox ae was approximately written in f'əeρ•ι as:
ROANOKE
English lacks proper future imperatives. My old language did not. I can look in the mirror and see so many different names for this same face... ρoω`ao nox ae means roughly... Go off and paddle or beat darkness somewhere. (Literally ae means to from) The Church had assured those zealous colonists that White Metals won't kill White People. Thus Mercury, Cadmium, Titanium, etc. were dissolved in the Aqua Regia and dumped in popular waterways to kill off the colored native peoples. Specifically, the powerful ιn• It is a seldom mentioned historical fact that most of the original peoples died of sickness and diseases, not from conflict with the White Man. Everyone in that, and quite a few other unrecorded towns, was justifiably lost. The most horrific attrocities were being committed. Today we have Cancer Clusters and unusual ailments to remind us of that Last Crusade: The Subjugation of Atlantis and Brazilia. PROGRAM-D AVOC LEGION ENGINES were sent from the f'əeρ•ιs
Originally, there were 4 Legions, bred from various genetic samples, such as young Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC gathered on this planet. His species had just evolved and was still in an Iron Age of Sorcery. We are different from that. We are mixtures of:
GEN AVOK LEGION → Africans
Some, such as myself and most so-called American Indians, as well as many Africans, have the Experimental: XOR LEGION gene clusters. Specially Bred Sorceror~Slayers. Muslims would know us as the Jinn. The Genies. It takes a lot of anti~gravitic or Third Eye Flux, crudely called life force, to activate these old gene clusters. To become a ιon•xι•ι or Yankee, an ion•energy•person.
Your Third Eye, which is used for depth perception and mood~broadcasts, is powered solely by the flux kicked up by certain Calcium ion~gated neural connections in your brain. The trigonal generating structures are enough to convert electromagnetic flux into anti~gravitic. Note: Anti~Gravity as a physical phenomenon requires the CONTAINMENT and gating of this TYPE of flux. Without it, the flux tends to be more weakly interacting than classical electromagnetic flux. It's great for RADAR, indeed, the original ιon•xι•ι word is ρəδ•aρ In the south, native 'magic users' are called Witas. A degeneration of the word ωιτ•αρτ•ιs, intellect•art•people. Due to my mother's attempts and I guess, successes at Witchcraft whilst pregnant with me, those genetic clusters are kicking in. There is an age dependence. It's almost a second puberty in your late twenties / early thirties. There are some old folk stories and legends in Africa, regarding Ammonia being the scent of Royalty, of Kings. Urea is a known constituent of Human sweat. As you become ιon•xι•ι, new enzymes are produced that break the Urea down into Ammonia, which is much more efficient for cooling the skin. Indeed, this past summer, everyone who came into my cell noticed the Ammonia smell. It's strong enough to open your nostrils. This didn't happen my first or second summer locked up. It was just as HOT though. It takes a LONG time for Urea to naturally break down into Ammonia. I could take my NEW CLEAN socks off right now and smell it. This is a new kind of sweat. Or maybe it's the old proper kind. There have been so many changes, I've had no one to talk to about. I watch people performing Tai Chi and wonder what the HELL they are doing. If you're ιon•xι•ι your hands will rotate in the presence of varying electromagnetogravitic fields. It's a passive heterodyning sense. I say electromagnetoGRAVITIC, because placing my hand in front of my, or anyone else's forehead, including cats and dogs, causes a heterodyne as well. Eyeballs causes a back and forth motion. I can literally feel the radiations from eyes, especially birds whose brains are full of ionic neural connections, on my skin with good spatial accuracy. Well~correlated transient changes in tactility across the skin. It's like someone gently touching you or maybe the slightests of BURNS. That touching feeling has a linguistic representation in my old language the: τ is used in infinitives as well as past particles. τ`faC which means to make. The action occurs after The Touch. In the future. faC`τ means made. The action occurs before The Touch, and is thus in the past. I spent so many years cleaning up the ambiguities and quirks of the language of the f'əeρ•ιs. One's attention is associated activity in the pre-frontal cortex. This activity is correlated with the emitted ρəδ•aρ, red i.e. burn•sweep~across, of one's Third Eye. In my language, this individualization ι of The Third Eye's Touch is called τι. It is exactly your focus. Now the opposite ιτ is that which are focusing on i.e. paying attention to. There is a perceptual biological basis for these constructs. Now, The Touch of another's Third Eye is called τe. It is difficult to translate into English. But it is the Touch of a hypothetically observing source of flux. Similarly, there was an eτ which represents that which another observing source is paying attention to. This is a distinct word from ετ which means 'and.' The Horrors of Ancient Latin and Greek..! In general, NO! You can NOT just reverse words to reverse their meanings in my language. But for the core constructs, it does help teach some very important semantic and geometric notions to simple peoples. Consider: ιa as meaning from an 'individual towards' i.e. onward. Whilst the opposite aι means towards individual i.e. hither. The core of my language was very very very easy to learn. The C corresponds to activation or awakening Thus the word ιaC is the activation of onwards, i.e. a thrust. It could be a throw, but a definite throw was just θρəω 3 Minutes left. So who was slain by that unknown Paladin. RUN:XOR-12 The Calloused One. Known as Kali the Destroyer in India and Asia. I was once her beloved RUN:XOR-8, but not back then in Virginia. So many times... I had been slain and then reborn... So Many Times... She was The Constant. The Survivor. The Link to and from my Pasts. Shockingly, Just My Cαλλ•oυσ`τ•ι
Back again. I doubt that I'll be back in tomorrow. Appointments for ... Spinning My Wheels... My name τ`ρoω`ao nox ae ?? vι`ιλλe•ιaC vαλ•a•xη ... escape or opportunity`sweeping across one's field of view and extending towards the horizon•thrust courage in battle•across•energy~eye That Gypsy Injun I was too Pale in that life before W. K. Clifford. A weak wizard, to say the least. I've got a better set of genes in this life. So sayeth the ghosts. In Europe, there were legends of a Band of Gypsies with Wildly Potent Magical Powers... Just The Gods in different Garbs ... Roles and names change and evolve over time. At one point, those Saxons called me Chaucer... Shhh!;D Shhh!;D Shhh!;D Shhh!;D ... William Wallace ... was never actually caught ... and that was never actually his name ... Those Dark, Middle, and well, honestly, things still are relatively Dim and Mediocre Ages... I can laugh now. I know she and the others have been reborn. I wouldn't be back without the rest. Reincarnation is comforting. 6 Minutes to mention, my life after Clifford and before this. My name AleXander Turing. Bastard brother of Alan, by way of the Cook from Ghana. Twin to one AleXandra Turing. We were conceived while Alan's mother was pregnant with him. Right after birth, as infants, as an experiment we were fed the same drugs that my mother took while pregnant with me. Infants grow a lot of new neural connections. When those drugs are present in the system, ionic connections instead of neurotransmitter connections are created. Alan's Father, our ..., didn't know what he created. We were too intelligent. They called us Wünderkind. .:01-10-2007:. Alas... Time limits cohesion. Are you allowed to cuss on a Geocities Site? Hmmm... Probably not... Let's see if I can avoid activating the Filter Keys Bugs... I have a tendency to rest my pinkies on the shift keys... ωιτ•oδ`ιn essentially means intellect•poeming. Yes, the dots were part of the language. An intrinsic ability to regularly concatenate semantically useful aggregations of simpler constituent notions is the hallmark of a True Language. This action is difficult to perform, in general, in English. Furthermore, every letter had ONLY one sound and only one case. The uppercase 'Greek' alphabet is mostly from the faC•əeρ•ιs The make•air•people, i.e. the obnoxious little 'gray aliens' The serifed 'a' is really a bastardization of ə which is absent in English. Windows has some truly lousy glyphs... I can just barely get what I need. Just barely. HTML is the ongoing disaster of the net. There really was a Babel Project, whose goal was to obfuscate the language of Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, that is the language of demons. (I know you Yahoo•Kin! gnomes are just dying to know what happened to • ••e! Well, here I am. 11 minutes left before forced log out...) The faC•əeρ•ιs i.e. the 'little gray aliens' sometimes seen in our skies actually evolved on this planet before the Pre-Cambrian extinction. That word, faC•əeρ•ιs, like γoδ was created by ω'oδ`ιn. and allowably contracted by him to just f'əeρ•ιs which eventually became fairies in English. A γoδ is any being whose body alone can fly without using wings. That is exactly what it was defined to be. Nothing more, nothing less. When vikings would sail across the Atlantic to raid Asgard (The Arts Garden, or Art Lands i.e. Atlantis...), the Home of the Gods, anything they could bring back was thought to have magical properties and was hence particularly valuable. Indeed, anything that was 'God' was deemed Good. The two words are actually the same, a fact, snidely alluded to often by the Ancient Order that is behind this construct currently known as The Church. God is Good. Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah. There used to be so very many many Gods. ω'oδ`ιn, of course, was known to be the third reincarnation of Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaCThe two men were almost identical in facial appearance, differing in skin color and patterning. But that ancient world, so many ice ages ago, did not need another Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC, it needed that soul to evolve into something wilder, something that could understand the mechanisms behind Magic. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC and his next incarnation Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC were both far too technologically minded. Their science and technology was derived from the that of the f'əeρ•ιs, who had abducted Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC as a child for use as a genetic sample. He managed to escape and learn their technology and fight his way BACK to this planet, almost 25 of our years later. (There is much more to this story... Understatements...) Ho`τ•eρ•ι•CoC•xιaC, i.e. heated•outputter•person•produces•energy-thrust, still relied on that same base of LEGACY software, hardware, and science. His last dying act was to transform the landmass now known as Australia into a giant maelstrom of a monument, Honoring Fallen Warriors, and Inducing Wild Mutations and Quickened Evolutions through its Unusual Flux Geometries. It was called e•λyσ•η•on Cαμπ•a η is actually pronounced like the word 'eye' and when used alone means the same... The out•break•eye•on field•across. The Elysian Fields, Magical birthplace of ωιτ•oδ`ιn a noxεs, ιn•duc τe intellect poeming towards darknesses (dark places...), lead in your focus (attract attention!) .:01-09-2007:. Time to start dating things... A convention, I guess. Indeed, I am an old school blogger... I know, I could just use the tools which might actually be better by now. Of course, being better, does not imply that they've earned the qualitative metric of "Good" yet. It feels better to just type instead of using the tools. At some point, there will be a recovery period during which I'll have enough idle opportunity to create my own tools. I need to find an HTML reference, it's been ages. I remember not quite enough... Such a strange word 'Good' it's too close to 'God,' a stranger word... Etymologically that is. 'God' or rather γoδ was actually coined by the 'Norse' god Odin. Or more properly written ωιτ•oδ`ιn a noxεs, ιn•duc τe This was usually contracted to just ω'oδ`ιn. Why the mix of Latin and Greek letters? The glyphs associated with those two languages stem from two pre-existing languages. In the Bible, there is mention of a single language, which everyone understood and spoke until 'The Tower of Babel.' The other language, the language of the fairies, was also spoken by their Legions, from which we all are descended. (I should probably add times. But I have no watch, and there is no System Clock Accessory Available in this stripped down Library System...) This is an important and often missing glyph in many fonts... ə The story I am trying to tell is being stymied by glyph and style issues. The ə glyph, associated with the 'uh' sound is important to me personally. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC can not be spelled or pronounced properly without it. Since, I know the ONLY people reading this site now are the hidden content analysis gnomes of Yahoo!, who can view this site without altering its intentionally minimal hit count, I can talk about past lives without having to hide them in Story... Lightning is known to consist of extremely HEATED AIR, an atmospheric plasma. Ho`τ•əeρ•ιo•ιaC translates accurately into Heated•Air•I•Thrust. And More Concisely into: Lightning•I•Thrust. Indeed, even before there was a word 'God' there was a God of Lightning. Note: Whoever wrote the FilterKeys software installed on these Library systems needs to be SHOT. It's just pure BUG. There's no way to change the settings... Ack... Can't even TYPE in Windows/NT... Still, just what can one do on the run and on the Φ .:01-06-2007:. At some point, some thing will occur... But for Now ... Considerably Simpler Conventions & Narrations Expect Chaotic Discontinuities... I'm not sure if I want to revisit The Various ... Much to the dismay of those automated advertisers, I don't think I'm going to tell anyone about this website. Shockingly, I still have an •old• domain in my name. It won't expire until August. How much are renewals these days...? How much can I get done in that time...? $5-10/month for simple hosting etc. etc. etc. This place shall remain @morphous and raw. ..:Life on the run:.. |