Apr. 9th, 2017

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“A man is not called wise because he talks and talks again; but if he is peaceful, loving and fearless then he is in truth called wise.” - Buddha

Zakari Taniguci's graduation from the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas turned out to be a rather casual affair. After a congratulatory speech and awarding honors to the most outstanding of the students, Fred was anxious to get moving. He didn’t want to be disrespectful to Gooch or his colleagues. It was just that there was a lot was on his mind and he strongly felt the urge to be doing something far more productive. All the same, he pushed his impatience as far back as he could and reminded himself that he was actually glad to be visiting Gooch. Fred had made sure to update his phones contacts while they had cake at brunch, lightly conversing with two other monks drinking tea at the table. Zakari was speaking to the other two monks. Anxiously Fred stood and payed his respects and sayed his goodbyes to Gooch before making a quick departure from the celebration. He had felt uncomfortable among the gaggle of Monks and strangers, so he expressed his intent to leave to the three Monks. Fred really didn’t even know how to tell Gooch goodbye. His mind was so far out in space that trying to revert into small, petty talk only suggested more friction and angst on the gears of his headspace.

“A proper goodbye is in order,” he looked up to Gooch’s face. “ and I hardly have the words to express my gratitude and respect for you…” he wanted to call the Monk by his old Army nickname “Red”, instead he held his tongue back, letting the last word ring out into a fade. He had just realized he didn’t want Gooch to even think about it in that moment, no need to bring his thoughts there, at least not today of all days.

“Master Sergeant Taniguchi,” Fred’s heels clicking together as he straightened himself, locking his knees. His left arm tucked into position and with his right he snapped a sharp looking salute. “having been appointed a Tibetan Monk of the Buddhists faith, do you solemnly swear that you will be a total badass, to support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic, that you will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that you take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion; and that you will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which you are about to enter; so help you… Buddha”? The veteran Captain snapped a very professional salute and nodded towards Gooch before relaxing his stance, smiling.

Those words seemed to do something nostalgic in Gooch’s eyes. They filled with pride and light. Was that a twinkle forming in his eyes? The Monk instinctively let loose a wide grin as he took a few steps closer to Fred. Zak raised his right hand placing it on Fred’s shoulder.

“That was awesome Cap. I thought you said your memory was shot? You remembered the whole Oath of Commissioned Officers! I must hand it to you. I would have totally screwed that up.” The Monk said while removing his hand. “I guess we are both going senile in our old age! I probably forgot a lot of Army jargon by now. I have not thought about it for so long. I must have had to dump any rusty memories to make room for here.”

Abruptly Fred’s expression turned cold “As long as you don’t forget Bangkok"

The Monk’s head tilted a bit, looking rather quizzical. “Bangkok”?

As quick and as sneakily as feasible, Fred used a backhand to lightly slap Taniguci in the balls. Although Taniguci saw it coming and diligently tried to avoid the strike, but the Captain had connected. The sting of searing pain was immediate and the Monk doubled over, letting out a low and lengthy lament.

“Son of a…” winced Gooch as his his inner voice pushed up through the aching pain:

'Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.' -Buddha

What seemed to be a hundred different memories flashed before his mind’s eye.
The Monk actually started chuckling under his breath between the pulsing waves of pain. Fred hadn’t hit too hard. But we are talking about testies here. All it took was a slight tap to temporarily disable even the biggest of men. Even so, it wasn’t as bad as the Monk had made it look. But it still hurt. “Bangkok” was a notoriously mean spirited and dangerously fun game.

“Looks like your memory is going too” Laughed Fred.



Gooch couldn't help but reminisce and actually smiled back at Fred. Of course Gooch would smile. He would now have his chance at revenge and he would take it when least expected.
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After a short distance away from the temple, Fredrick Mudi had to take pause. He needed to park and plan some logistics on his situation. He needed some mental reinforcement. Almost everything that Gooch had spoke to him had hit home; even if Fred didn't want to admit it. His gut was turning in upon itself and his heart ached behind his sternum. He had to stop moving, had to stop driving, stop thinking, stop doing - anything. He needed to just be still. Like Gooch had said, Fred was over-analytical and was now realizing how true it was. He was going bat-shit crazy, in circles trying to fill in the gaps in his memory.

It was mid afternoon, Fred had pulled over and was parked behind a small shopping center by some dumpsters. He was sitting in an orange, 1983 Pinto and was smoking another cigarette, he was taking stock of his life. More in particular, he was trying to sort out this year known as 2017. He turned the radio down while trying to think. A moment later he just shut the radio completely off. Even the soothing sounds of classic rock where now agitating to him. He sighed a heavy sigh and felt the weight on his shoulders momentarily relax. After exhaling, the world closed back in on him, forcing his shoulders and eyes down.

The spiderbot "Bootsy" was still crawling Fred's prearranged list of servers and collecting a file on the cloud. He didn't bother opening any of them. He just slipped the phone back into his pocket. "First things first" he said to himself. He hopped out the pinto and opened the back hatch. Rifling under some dirty clothes, a blanket and a tire iron, he found his laptop, closed the hatch and returned to the drivers seat. He opened the glove box and retrieved the external hard drive that Taniguci had given him and then booted his pc. He flicked his cigarette butt out the window onto the asphalt.

He couldn't get it out of his head. Someone or something had messed with his mind. The only clue he had was nothing more than a hunch and it wasn't very reassuring. Although it did make Fred realise that there had to be a reason for someone to erase (or was it more like 'steal'?) his memories. His second conclusion was that this was no hodgepodge operation. Selective memory erasing? That had to be a highly sophisticated and advanced maneuver. Likely the work of of some military or government operations. Someone like Hydra, or some other corporate front. What did Fred happen to known that was taken from him? Why was his whole life suddenly under a whole new form of self scrutiny? At what point did he stop becoming himself? At what point would "they" (whoever they are) take such actions against him? And why?

Between what Gooch had told him of relaunching their old company "Knight Tech” and the likelihood that the military had put a microchip in his head, Fred’s mind drifted towards all the possible threats to his life. He needed some protection, some reassurance. Ah, the smell of burnt black powder! It was somehow signaled and he could actually smell it for a second. A plethora of images came to him, a double barrel shotgun, a 9mm pistol, a fully mod’d AR-15, outdoor shooting ranges, the old Madrid armory, dismounted Baghdad patrols, and his favorite place to shoot in the mountains. He called that place Area 52.



Fred had to look under his laptop at the password again before pecking it in. He jacked the external hard drive into the computers usb port and waited for recognition. A single folder appeared. The folder was entitled "Do Not Read". Fred laughed a rather sarcastic laugh while clicking it. The widow burst open with a full screen of folders. He scrolled down a bit unveiling pages and pages of folders. He randomly opened a folder and selected a text document:


Initiates and the profane.

A.A. Sigillvm Sanctvm Fraternitatis

“Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather children into their fold: they shall bring the glory of the stars into the hearts of men.” - AL 1:15

Scarlet Women

Babylon, Mother of Abominations

Isis

Oak King

Holly Tree

Dark Pan
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[ A huge, bright orange, plasma ball suddenly appears in the sky. For all intent and purposes it looks as if it is a second sun. It slowly descends towards the earth, giving any observer a momentary sensation of rising. Others may experience this same visual with the opposite effect of momentarily falling. Either sensation is felt for a moment only, as the orange ball accelerates with blinding speed towards a small group of spectators. The orange light moved so quick and stopped so fast that some witnesses are too shocked and awed to do anything but stare, a few throw up their hands to protect their faces, a couple of others trying ducking into the dirt. Just as fast as it stopped, the orange plasma field drops, revealing a rather sporty and badass spaceship underneath! Later, most people will describe the huge craft as being totally silent. Others, with more acute senses, will say there was a very slight humming sound emanating from the craft, just barley audible. Part of the dumbfounded group begins to remember that they even have a body standing on two feet, remembering that they can walk, some muttering in a whispered astonishment, as clanking of metal is heard and a small hatch opens on the underside of the craft. A blue beam of light suddenly shoots out the hatch and to the ground directly beneath it before a small black object, looking like a book, gradually rides the beam down until it rests softly on a patch of yellow flowers. Still a bit overwhelmed, the group watches as the blue light turns off, the hatch closes with a clank, a loud electric cracking sound is heard and the craft rises at an angular momentum before pausing a few hundred feet up. The craft, keeping level, then begins to somewhat sway to and fro as without warning, something like fifteen or twenty hatches, flaps, panels, vents and small appendages extend and retract multiple times, dramatically varying the ships original profile. Variously placed lights and light panels brightly flash on and off, displaying every color of the spectrum. A few of the lights glowed with some type of unearthly neon light. Just as fast as it started all lights turn off and the multitude of flaps, panels and such, close simultaneously. The craft abruptly stops bobbing and swaying, then remains perfectly still. An awestruck bystander braves a step forward. At light speed, a burst of white flashes, the crowd all flinch at the sudden barrage of luminance, followed by an electric swoosh as the whole craft becomes enveloped once more in the liquid like, orange plasma. The orange ball rises at a steep angle so swiftly, the whole movement looked like a orange streak. Stopping on a dime, the craft pauses, then just as swift, it blurs into an orange diagonal dash, moving up and out in the opposite direction. Again leaving a tracer of orange light. With a final pause, the craft zipped up and out of sight before anyone could blink. Snapping out of shock, a woman runs over to where the beam of blue light had landed. She bends down picking up what turns out to be nothing more fascinating than a computer tablet. An Alienware tablet at that! Without thinking anything of it, the woman swipes the screen (unbeknownst to anyone, the swipe of the screen activates a mysterious app which invisibly starts executing 8,492 individual tasks; one of which was posting this writ @ dreamwidth to: Dorochet ). There was no password, so the screen booted up quickly displaying a text document. All the witnesses gather around the woman, all trying to ogle the tablet curiously. She gladly began reading the document aloud for the others to hear as well.]

Deer in the headlights human:

Salutations. In your tongue my name is Hex. I come from beyond the fishbowl. Your dimension and Earth are of extreme interest to my race and I. Unfortunately for many of you, if not most of you here, this is not your original timeline. Unfortunate because, not even our advanced alien sciences know how access your original dimension and time. In the Original Earth year of 2012, your priests of ritualistic occult sciences successfully summoned an antimatter deity. This being manifested in a dodecahedron prison of gold, platinum, silver and zirconium. The dodecahedron prison was surrounded by a high frequency field of electromagnetism in a bubble of plasma.
Under the ringed temple of Apollo in Switzerland, your scientists summoned an antimatter deity.

I have been in study and had been preoccupied with a promise I made to a friend. To a Legend still living. You know what friends are right? Are you sure? I have read much about them and have even seen them depicted in the tri-stereo-vision dramas (like your mundane monitors/tv). In our worlds histories and most glorious tomes, a friend is more important than any pixels on a screen. AI's attempts at cannon crafting and reality hacking was put on hold. Fine by me... others seem to be freaking out there isn't a hundred pages already. Do you know why there isn't a hundred pages yet? Because I was waylaid by a friend . I stayed with that friend for almost 4 months straight. In a tiny box of an apartment. I'd barley made it home for longer than a few hours per week.

Maybe you've seen me around the spaceport docks once or twice? Last I was there, I was attempting to deprogram, backengineer, then reprogram a first edition, twentieth century bot named Lady Rocket. I recovered it from an overgrown field of yellow daffodils amongst the dense thistle bushes. I didn’t know much about robots or mechs and I knew even less about human robotics or engineering. Lady Rocket was a true classic of the automaton industry. Although technically, by now, it was an antique. I began acquiring parts and accessories wherever I found them and gladly worked on her repairs. She probably belonged in a robotics museum but within just a few days I had seen a marked improvement in her overall appearance and stability, which oddly inspired me and made me feel good. Feeling good was something I had not felt in a very long time and all those foreign feelings stirred something inside me. It could not have been much more than two weeks before I fell gracefully in love with my Lady Rocket automation. People thought it was a bit odd I was spending so much time with a glitchy, old bot but it didn't bother me much at all. I loved the way she looked all stoic from particular angels. From other vantages, she looked so playful, cute and innocent. The bot had a few dented and crimped titanium panels, and few more scratches but with a little body wax, she shined up better than expected. Her scratches and dents blending with the wax making them far less noticeable. I loved its subtle quirks and bugs that I had not worked out yet. Things were looking up for Lady Rocket and I. She was in far better condition than when I had first found her and I was feeling a new sense of purpose. Within a few weeks, I was wanting to take it with me everywhere. It was nice to see how my code was slowly evolving as it integrated with the bots system. Not like some head over heels love, or some freaky fetish thing. It was more like puppy-love, you know? I couldn't help it, that bot was so dang adorable. Although an older edition, and a bit dusty, its computer programing was, and still is being used as the industry standard. Of course it needed some TLC and oil. I put my heart and soul into the fabrications. It was rather beat-up but I didn't care. It was a first edition and it was super sweet. I was doing all I could to patch and repair the various bits. I spent a lot of time, about 4 months I think, just trying to figure out where all the wires routed to the hardware. The central processing unit was an epic chore just to chart diagram it. Please don’t even mention the handmade Syrian circuitry system! . By month three, I had repaired a lot of the superficial damage just rewiring and had slightly upgraded its memory capacity. It was very unfortunate that she was hacked and then stolen from the ship.


The main thing I've been trying to understand are all the characters, muns and players of this multi-timeline, AU, cannon. I've been quietly getting to "know" as many peoples attitudes, experience, skill levels and style here. One of the first things I needed to do was build a team. Which, admittedly was far too belated (for reasons I care not to disclose here).

Oh how I do love it when sapiens put their ego before their wisdom. Do you know what being part of a team really means? Do you understand what regulations entail? Dose the term "Chain of Command" resonate with you? Did you happen to notice that the scales have shifted? What you ask for in Wonderland, you just might get.

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