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Hey Heartbreaker

By Dream Wife
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1-OkjZZqHk

I've seen you on the silver screen
And I've seen you in the daytime
I see you everywhere I go
And I see you in my dreams
And then I see you talking to your wife
And I see you holding your child
And I see you everywhere I go
And I see you, and I see you, but they all know

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey
That you're one of them
Hey, hey, hey
We're having so much fun
Hey, hey, hey
Why did nobody tell me
Hey, hey, hey
That you're a

[Chorus]
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Yes, you, heartbreaker

[Verse 2]
I know I'm young
And I know you're old
I know I'm old
And I know you're young
But we have so many stories untold
And the way you move
And the way you tilt your head
And all I want is to
Crawl back in with you

[Pre-Chorus]
But they all said
Hey, hey, hey
Because they all knew
That you're one of them
Hey, hey, hey
We were having so much fun
Hey, hey, hey
But you're a

[Chorus]
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker

[Verse 3]
Another victim to your touch
Another fairy tale
But the way you move, the way you move, the way
And all I want to do is
And all I want to do is
And all I want to do is
Yes, all I want to do is

[Bridge]
And don't you break my heart
Don't you break my heart
Don't you break my little heart
Don't you break my little heart

[Chorus]
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
Hey, heartbreaker
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"Wait, let me get this straight; you're saying that I was programming while unconscious?" Fred gulped greedily at his coffee, which at this point had gone cold.

"Tis so." replied Zakari "We were running a sandbox matrix with an experimental A.I. when we got the call to fetch you. It was the only viable interface we had up and running to jack you in." Gooch's face suddenly became far more serious. "The program was developed by a team I found at the 2016 AUSA Convention. They called themselves 'Compos Mentis' and they had a really intricate concept but their demo had crashed while in the middle of their presentation to several generals and potential investors. Needless to say, they failed to secure funding. I was right there during their presentation and as soon as the system booted the beta demo flopped. Not a single military representative waited to see if they could fix it, a few of them just chuckled but they all immediately walked off to the next booth. Only a few geeks and myself stuck around to see if we could help them troubleshoot."
"It took about forty minutes to hash out the failed command line before we realized they had fried a few transistors and a capacitor. One of the guys, Mitch, had some code and videos on his laptop he showed me after helping them out for so long. Their concept was very forward thinking. Everything was being programmed in V.R. combined with intensive holographic laser displays for outside the box coding. I'd never seen anything quite like it and was thoroughly impressed. I was really glad the military or corporate guys hadn't seen it either. Even though they had some really sophisticated programming and equipment, they were short on the galvinination of their core program, short on money and short on manpower. It was a simple matter of being first to proposition them after such an embarrassing failure. Guarenting them a steady paycheck immediately after seeing what they had, it was a simple matter of signing the paperwork. I thought I had all we needed at that point until I got a chance to see the program from the lab." Zak proceeded to peck a few shortcut commands on his phone as he swiveled one of his desk monitors 180 degrees around towards Fred.

Fred leaned back in his chair, frowning into the bottom of his empty mug before looking back to Gooch's station. Zakari threw a leg up on his desk, never taking his eyes off his phone, his thumbs worked furiously at the small device. He continued, "The base engines seemed fairly straight forward, collision, body dynamics, motion... they were actually kinda sloppy, I knew we would have to rewrite a lot of it... but when I saw the paradigms and real-time physics coding, I was fucking blown away man! I'd never seen anything like it. It was ridiculously complex. I couldn't even tell what systems of equations they were using. And once I started to ask team 'Cement' what they hell was going on in there, they became unusually skittish and suspiciously mute."

Fred leveled his chair as he sat up straight. He set his empty mug on his desk asking "Wait, who the hell is team cement?"

"I started calling the Compos Mentis guys 'Team Cement' after I figured out what was going on." said Zakari while rolling his eyes.

"What was going on?" inquired Fred.

Zakari looked up briefly from his phone before continuing. Pages and pages of green code began scrolling down the monitor Zak had turned towards Fred. It continued to load and scroll while Zakari spoke. "Well, I wouldn't find that out for another ten months. The first two months Team Cement feigned that they knew what they were doing. By month three I had determined that the bulk of the program wasn't even written by them. They couldn't tell me how the guts of the program operated, I couldn't figure out how it worked and my think-tank was impossibly stumped. We couldn't believe what we were looking at, let alone understand its nuances. Although we were able to patch a working program, we were limited in functionality and modding the core was impossible. We had to shell and partition a micro environment in which to work."

At this, Fred stood and approached Zak's monitor inspecting the loaded script. He looked to Zak, "So what happened? Who wrote the original core?"

"I'm getting to that." Zakari looked up from his phone, thumbs still working. "I had to seek outside assistance again. I printed up two hundred fliers in March, 2017 and emailed a few friends to reproduce and distribute several dozens. I drove all over New Mexico, Texas, Arizona, California and Nevada posting them in select positions. Then it just became a waiting game; in July I booked a ticket to Vegas for Def-Con 25. I needed more bees for the hive."

"Bees?" Fred asked puzzled. "Is that what you call your think tank?"

"More precisely, I needed Nymphs who'd grow into a Brood." Zakari looked sharply at Fred "But I never said that and you are never to repeat those words aloud or on the wire."

"Ok..." Fred's voice rang out. "Wait a sec... are you..." Fred watched Zak's face break into a maniacal grin. "You'r talking about that 3301 thing... what is it called again? That fly! Or whatever bug! What's the name of that?"

Gooch put his right pointer finger over his lips signaling the need for discretion. "Cicada."

Cicada

[TO BEE CONTINUED]
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Gooch entered the lab with a cardboard box precariously stacked with various items nearly spilling out the top. Fred reached over to his I-Pod and turned the music way down, barely audible over the hum of the computers in the lab. He smiled towards Gooch.

"I found it!" Gooch said flashing teeth as he reached into the box pulling out a small silver Mac-Mini. "There wasn't much left in the way of computers but this survived the raid." Taniguchi placed the small computer on the edge of Mudi's overflowing desk. "I'm headed downstairs for tea; do you want a coffee?"

"You read my mind," said Fred. "and thanks." he said with a nod.

"No problemo compadre." Gooch said turning on his heel as he headed out the door.

Fred checked the monitor bank. Visual schematics were sprawled across the monitors. He was working on building a new firewall for Knight Tech. His workstation was a ramshackle conglomeration of screens, wires and pc towers that looked like the inner workings of a hole blown into the side of the Starship Enterprise by some overzealous Kilngon warbird. Although Linux and Windows were more comfortable to him, he was glad to have his Mac returned. There was some invaluable data in there that was irreplaceable.

The chore of getting situated with a new desk was always a tedious task to Fred. He had set up and broken down his station so many times he wondered if he should rather be a technician than a computer engineering consultant.
To make matters worse, while he was incapacitated, Fred had been robbed. All his belongings had been rifled through, leaving his personal Sherlock Holmes style office rudely disorganized and scattered. All his pertinent materials had been taken, including his retirement stash of silver bars, so at this point he was rather irate with the whole situation. Short of rape, there was nothing more violating to a person's wellbeing than having your personal belongings disrespectfully manhandled and rent asunder by a bunch of strangers in a place considered sacred. Now he had to start from scratch - again. He huffed a sigh, at least Gooch had a good portion of previous work archived, the Mac was a nice boost to his disposition.

The lab was a temporary setup, the thought of which sent Fred's head shaking in dismay. He'd have to set this all up just to break it all back down. They had a small office space just outside of the Holloman base provided by an anonymous outside investor. From his second story window, Fred gazed out his tinted window to highway 70 below. There wasn't a single car passing by and the stillness struck him as picturesque. He imagined the snow like hills of rolling sand as a white sea frozen still in a photograph. Fred caught himself staring out the window for an exorbitant amount of time. The sound of swooshing fabric and heavy steps snapped him out of it as Gooch returned, a steaming cup in each hand. Gooch carefully handed a mug to him as Fred inhaled the aroma. French vanilla. Fred smiled as he decided right there. That's what he'd name the firewall. It was being written in Java after all; at least initially.

Gooch spoke, "I have a few Mac power cables on the far shelf." as he pointed to the north east corner of the room. "How's the design looking?"

"Rather rudimentary." answered Fred. "I've been a bit flustered with the packet dynamics. As you know, they are too easy to breech and I do not have the math skills to write what I see. I don't think Java is secure nor robust enough to handle my vision."

"How so?" inquired Zakari.

"I want to weave the threaded processors into a hyperspace funnel or sync. The problem is extracting the individual IPs from the other end. I was going to ask you if C++ would be more appropriate for the problem or just invent our own characters and language? My drawings exemplify the process beautifully but the translation into code is another matter entirely." Fred explained as he crossed the room and scoured the shelf for the proper cable.

Gooch laid an arm across his chest, resting the other arms elbow on top. He scratched at the five o'clock shadow on his chin as he leaned in towards Fred's monitors. He studied the swirling lines in the diagrams carefully letting go a quite whistle before replying.
"Mail these images as .png to my Linux account along with what executables you have so far and I'll review them with our tank and get back to you as soon as we come up with something tangible."

Fred exclaimed a "Ah ha!" as he thrust his fist up victoriously clutching a white power cable. "No problemo." he said. "How long do you think it will take?"

Standing up straight, Gooch beamed, "With my guys? Just a few hours. They might not have the same capacity for spatial perceptions for one such as yourself but once I give them this design, they'll be all over it like bees on honey."

Fred approached Zak and his desk, when he stopped he smiled saying "That sounds sweet!"

Gooch let out a giddy giggle. The devious nature of the work made them both feel like little kids again. As if they were going to be sneaking cookies from the jar when their mothers weren't looking.

Gooch extended his index finger and tapped the mini "So what's in this bad boy?"

Fred began clearing space at his station as he plugged the device and other appropriate cables in. "Remember how you forced me back in '08' to cast that I-Ching reading the day they fired up Cern? Before the magnet broke?"

Gooch's right eyebrow raised, "Yeah..."

"Well, I have a feeling there is something in that reading that we need now. Don't ask me why or how, it is just an urge to check it out." Fred suggested.

"AAhh... I like the way you think Mudi!" exclaimed Gooch. "I'm not sure how that would correlate but that is the exact 'outside the box' thinking that makes you so invaluable. I'm so glad to have you back!"

"Me too." said Fred from under the desk. He scuffled out and stood. "There we go." He input a few strokes on his keyboard, switching the display settings, entered one of his notoriously short passwords and waited a moment for the Mac to boot. Gooch was all grin. They both stood silent as Fred searched for the file. "Here we are!" he said. "I'll shoot it over now, check it out."

Zak sailed to his station and plopped into his ergonomic chair. A few touches on the screen and he had the document open. He was taken back to memories of a decade prior as he contemplated the old info as a new dataset.

卦 F.M. I-Ching reading 05/02/2008 13:44

Cast Hexagram:

26 - Twenty-Six
Ta Ch'u / Recharging Power

Heaven's motherlode waits within the Mountain:
The Superior Person mines deep into history's wealth of wisdom and deeds, charging his character with timeless strength.

Persevere.
Drawing sustenance from these sources creates good fortune.
Then you may cross to the far shore.

SITUATION ANALYSIS:

There are important precedents in this situation.
Others have trodden this Path before you, overcoming the same obstacles facing you now, and making crucial decisions at the same crossroads.
Study their journals, watch for their trail markings.
Gain inspiration and wisdom from the heroes and learn from the mistakes of those who chose a sidepath.
All were Seekers, explorers whose daring mapped a course you can follow.
The words and deeds of the finest can imbue you with the courage necessary to face what lies before you.

Changing Lines:

There are no Changing Lines.

Transformed Hexagram:

No Changing Lines.
Only the Cast Hexagram applies.

Upper Trigram:
Kên / Mountain
Image: Mountain.
Qualities: Tranquil, Immobile, Still, Perverse, Waiting, Patient, Calm, Stubborn, Inert, Methodical, Eternal.
Direction: Northeast.
Family Member: Youngest Son.
Body Part: Hand.
Season: Late Winter.
Time of Day: Dawn.
Animal: Dog.
Color: Emerald Green.
Element: Stone.
Miscellaneous: Byway, Mountain Path, Pebbles, Doorway, Opening, Gateway, Seed of Fruit, Eunuch, Watchman, Doorkeeper, Fingers, Rat, Black-billed Bird, Gnarled Tree.

Lower Trigram:
Ch'ien / Heaven
Image: Heaven
Qualities: Creative, Strong, Light of Day, Firmness, Inspiring, Power, Aggression, Completion.
Direction: Northwest.
Family Member: Father.
Body Part: Head.
Season: Early Winter.
Time of Day: Daytime.
Animal: Horse.
Color: Purple.
Element: Metal.
Miscellaneous: Round, Prince, Jade, Cold, Ice, Tree Fruit, Upper Garment, Word, Prehistoric, Flesheater.

Gooch leaned back in his chair interlocking his hands behind his head as he cooly exclaimed:

"Holy cow!"
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Necromancer Romantic ft Canibus by Guilty Smiles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uDmeCFzxB4

Yeah
Yeah
Canibus, Guilty Smiles
The Alice Game
Hip hop will never sound the same

Yo
Pass the gravy, royalty dances masquerading
Knight from the last crusade is sane but actin' crazy
Rap amazing
You wanna combat? The master's waiting
You swear that you're better than me? I'm past debating
Smiles and Bis, the blackest mages
Crafting pages, rhyming from the grimoires
Necronomicon in the application
Fascination when I burn the stage down
Amaze crowds, quick draw Holliday, say when? Well I say now
I'm your Huckleberry, drunk piano player, aim and shoot it
If you came to do it
Make you the past like ancient druids
Casting fire, necromancer magic
Blasting your entire squad
Telepathic bending iron bars with the might of Gods
Deeper than the sight of stars, if you fly to Mars
My minds a bomb, explosions that destroy entire songs
I am honorably mentioned
I have marketing attention
I could spit more bars than a Department of Corrections
A bar for every second, after the end it will go silent
And when I'm dead in the grave I'll be a ghost writer
War fighters attack, stand your ground
Circumstance said "strike from the back to mask the sound"
Romance the crowd, dance with the Queen on sacred ground
Hi Alice, all of the games have made me proud
It's a strange world we live in
Watchya making now?
Moving divisions of maps consulted by Eva Braun
Drop it like a bunker buster
I don't feel I can trust her
Mustard gas from the Russian bombs sampled as percussion
Ask my brothers; vodka and soda, cash and comfort
You can keep all your radio spots, I ask for nothin'
This is ominous, bars that I spit are beyond monsterous
But A&R's sponsorship is based only on politics
I'm not certain, I'm positive
One word could accomplish it - moronic
Your main stream is beyond the preposterous


Necromancer Romantic, spitting this classic
Beyond monsterous
Fuck around with Rip
Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin'
What the fuck you wanna do now boy?
Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad
Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster
Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law
Hip hop will never sound the same


I'm a new-age nation creation, and Guilty Smile an inspiration for every living derivative of human nature
Human or animal, alien, formal or casual; true story hallucinatory or magical
Battle-you attitude, improve a microphone aptitude
Tools I use to take it to back to school
True beluga whale brain cells, blue-man supercomputer Homosapien male
Crazy as hell
Powered by Intel, for real
I save struggled rap by the bell
I wrote his name on a cartridge with a thousand shells
On a cold mountain slope, dual eyepiece for a scope
"Don't miss". "Muthafucka', I won't!"
The eye o' the sniper
Transfix, zoom in tighter
The hammer click, feelin' hyper than viper bitin' the mystery writer
Black iris, rap Osiris grip the mic 'till I get arthritis
Javelin-tooth tiger with bronchitis
Gold bars from King Midas come in all sizes
Prince Pyro's saliva could start forest fires
The borders are private when ten thousand bars are united
I'm 'bout to show you a quarter and get you all excited
Hip-Hop is my bitch, so don't even try it
Don't deny it, Canibus with Guilty Smiles wylin'
Pig Latin assassin, born in a dirty log cabin
We live off acid, termites, and aspirin
Rolling up that zigzag, mad niggas is laughin’, we old school but what we spitting is classic
Paper or plastic? Necromancer Romantic
Roaming frantic, Cracker Barrel apparel with a fat ass bitch
Cooking hash browns and grits
Fuck around with Rip? I'll hunt you down with bloodhounds and ticks
With Lyme disease, flies and fleas, you can't see, collide with trees
My Marines piss on emcees
Pine-Sol colored, thought the crime was solved but it wasn't
Got sawed in half by a psychopath SAW gunner
Rusty ass metal melt rubber, motherfuckin' food for the buzzards
Dirty Harry's my brother and I'm his ugly cousin
Whistling Dixie, get up there and grip that fifty
My breath stink, my mustache smell fishy
Tell Nikki that her pussy is squishy, she gettin' money, she pretty
I'm still livin’ like a bum in the city
Skid Row skinny, but still get busy
Look me up on Wiki
If ripping beats is a crime I'm guilty
You put a quarter in my cup? It's a rizzy
Y'all niggas know what it is, fuck with me
Guilty Smiles, Rip the Jacker, don't need no more back up
When we on the track you gettin' wrapped up
Dynamite alloys, salty ass soy sauce cowboys
What the fuck you gonna do now boy?!
Foul Ball, Guilty Smiles, clear it out y'all
Around here we the lyrical law

Necromancer Romantic, spitting this classic
Beyond monsterous
Fuck around with Rip
Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin'
What the fuck you wanna do now boy?
Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad
Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster
Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law
Hip hop will never sound the same
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There was the sound of a beep bringing Fred Mudi out of the darkness. His eyes fluttered open. His vision was obscured. A white mesh shrouded his sight but the memory of his dream still lingered, emblazoned in his minds eye. His right hand moved towards his face but was stopped short. His arm was bound at the wrist.

Beep.

He tried using his left hand only to find the result the same. He realized that by slightly leaning forward he could reach his face. He pulled the bandage up and away from his eyes. What he saw left him somewhat perplexed as the EKG machine before him beeped again. Both his left and right wrists were tightly secured by velcro straps which were fastened to the gurney he was lying upon.

Beep.

The walls of the room were a bland shade of white. A large rectangular picture frame hung on the wall to the right of him displaying an old black and white photo of the Golden Gate bridge still under construction. A man was shown fishing on the north shore with the three sections of the uncompleted bridge as the backdrop. Seemed appropriate, Fred's head seemed as if it was still swimming in the fog.

Beep.

Damn machine... why did it have to be so loud? He didn't need to hear it. Wasn't that noise for the doctors and nurses? That beep should be heard by the staff at the front desk, not by the patient in the room. Mudi had nearly run out of patience already. A hospital? Again? What the hell was he doing here? Where was here? And why was he restrained?

Beep.

Patience... first the dream. He had to remember what he was just dreaming about or he'd loose it. Something to do with Nazis and snow. Lots and lots of snow. Nothing but snow. There were machines too. Big gray machines. Machines on tracks. Track vehicles like tanks. But they were not tanks, they were more like tractors... but faster, a lot faster. They had big white numbers painted on the side. numbers and a cross. A military cross with double pinstripe. Maybe they were tanks... but they didn't have the cannon tubes; but they did have uniformed men in cupolas with mounted machine guns.

Beep.

It was coming back. Fred could suddenly smell the aroma of coffee. In a hospital again? Why was he restrained? Why was his head bandaged?

The dream, focus on the dream or you'll lose it.

Beep.

Right before he awoke, he'd been laughing at a comment that one of the men in his distended parka with a furry ringed hood had said. What had he been laughing at?

Damn that coffee smelled good. Mudi closed his eyes to better concentrate.

Nazis. He'd been laughing at Nazis. Well, a statement the soldier had made about Nazis. Yes, the man on the tractor-tank was a Nazi soldier who had declared the rise and final domination of the 4th Reich. Mudi then realized that was someplace in Antarctica in this dream and that he had been detained or caught by some 4th Reich Nazi soldier. They had been discussing what they (the Nazis) were doing down there. Supposedly the rumors of a Nazi escape to Antarctica was true and the soldier and tank were evidence of the fact. But why had Mudi been there? From what Mudi had gathered from the interaction, the Nazi's had been hiding out since the "end" of WWII, except that a certain contingent of the German Nazi Army had never surrendered. They had escaped via a small fleet of submarines and Luftwaffen.

Beep.

How strange thought Mudi. Why had he been dreaming this? And why did he want a cup of coffee so bad? He tried to scratch an itch on his nose but his hand stopped short on the restraint. He sighed and then heaved himself forward. He itched his nose and tried to completely remove the bandage from his head only to discover that it was tightly wrapped and secured. He couldn't even reach the back of his head because there was also a restraint around his chest preventing it. That served to only piss him off as he tried to remember what his last memory was before awaking here but a voice in his head said "Remember the dream"

Beep.

Mudi yelled out to no one in particular "Will someone shut that fucking thing off?" The dream was fading.

Beep.

He closed his eyes again concentrating. There was red snow. No, more like red ice. What was it? Like a frozen river of blood. For some reason he heard his internal voice say "McMurder".

Beep.

Damn. His anger had quickened his heart rate and the machine monitoring his condition was quickening. Another word was announced by his inner voice "Erebus" This triggered a flash of imagery from his subconscious. His eyes opened as he whispered the epiphany "McMurdo Station."

Beep.

There was movement in the hallway outside his room. Fred called out "Hey. Hey there!" as he fought against the straps in an attempt to sit upright. He frantically looked around for an escape which to his relief revealed a small call button attached to a wire by his left hand. He picked it up and mashed the button repeatedly with his thumb.

Beep.

What had he been laughing at in the the dream? Oh, yeah. It was his disbelief of what the Nazi trooper had claimed. That the Nazi 4th Reich "were about to close their fist around the world". He was laughing at the improbability... no the impossibility of the idea. Although it was also improbable to find "modern" Nazis in Antarctica but that thought had not occurred to him in the moment. The notion was absurd.

Beep.

Mudi saw a figure in white pass by his room door. He yelled out again "Hey! Hey, excuse me!" but the person seemingly ignored him as they zipped by the door frame. More of the dreams conversation and imagery was coming to.

Beep.

An underground base, soldiers, high technology and trees, lots of trees. Fred sighed as he suddenly desired a cigarette. What the hell was happening? Where had he been before he ended up here? His frustration was rising as well as his anxiety levels.

The voice in his head spoke again, "Enceladus".

Suddenly a dark haired man in a suit and tie walked into the room. He was of asiatic decent. It took a moment before Mudi realized it was his old pal Gooch.

Beep.

"Oh thank God" exacerbated Fred. "Would you please shut that fucking machine off?"

Zakari Taniguchi brightly smiled as he muted the volume on the EKG machine. As he pulled up a chair to the side of Fredrick's hospital bed he asked, "How's it going sleepy head? You feeling alright?"

"Hardly" replied Fred. "I'm still trying to figure out what happened." He looked grimly at Zak. "What did happen?"

Gooch sat up straight letting out a prolonged sigh. "Well, it is a long story but an interesting one." he reached towards Fred. "Let me get these off of you," Gooch began releasing the velcro from Fred's wrist. "...but whatever you do, don't move from the bed; your head is still jacked in."

Mudi's eyes widened. With his right hand free, he reached up to his head feeling around as Gooch worked the second velcro strap. Fred's hand recoiled when he felt the bundle of wires attached to the base of his head.

"Careful." stated Gooch. "We are still gathering data. We can unjack you in a bit. First we need to go over a few things."

Fred began rubbing his wrists with his freed hands. "What happened Gooch?" he asked.

"You got blindsided. There were subversive elements in play and someone hijacked your chip. We had to drop everything into standby till we could retrieve you."

"Who is we?" asked Fred.

"Knight Tech. I have a few interns and associated contacts. We found you in Oregon, in Angela's house. You were unconscious and bleeding from the head. We air lifted you here as soon as we arrived. Someone tried to physically remove your chip. Luckily we had friends already on duty in Reno proper. Otherwise you probably would not have survived the procedure."

Fred's brow scrunched into a furrow. "Where is here?"

Gooch scratched the back of his head "White Sands, New Mexico."

"How long have I been here?

"Since Jan. 8th... so that's what? Four, fifty, sixty five, eighty eight, ninety nine. ." calculated Zakari. He finally stated flatley "Four Hundred and fifty seven days, or sixty five weeks, which is one year, three months, and two days.

"Wha..? Fred gasped not even finishing the question.

"Like I said, it's a long story but the data is extraordinary. In fact, the last two hours of data you shot have been phenomenal. You've processed over two exobytes since getting here."

Fred was speechless. Beyond all words, his head went numb. He finally muttered "Talk to me Gooch."

"What do you last remember" asked Taniguchi.

"I was dreaming of Nazis in Antarctica" Fred fumbled softly.

"No I mean your last conscious memory." said Gooch.

"I'm not sure." said Fred "I thought I was driving from lake Tahoe." he said.

"Yeah, we've been worried about that. You've overlapped the computer matrix environment with the quote/unquote real world." Gooch said gesturing parenthesis with his hands. He continued "Your last known bout of consciousness was at Angela Frey's house in 2017, it's now April the tenth 2018."

Mudi's jaw slacked as his mouth went agape silently.

"She was an agent Mudi. Not long after crossing her path, her cohorts went to work on you. We found they were working out of the Ukraine. She didn't attack you but she was deeply involved. To be fair, she was just a pawn in the game, she didn't know the overarching agenda."

Freds mouth remained open as his eyes darted left to right as he tried to compute.

Zakari studied Freds reaction before continuing. "We have all your cognitive data recorded. You've been sending out data on a continuous basis but only sporadic near conscious data was sent. You were too deep in a near catatonic state to get a steady steam and we couldn't wake you till you drifted close enough to the surface."

Taniguchi paused to let Fred settle with the information. "The Ukrainian spies had hit you with a sophisticated attack we had not foreseen. It's what we now call a 'Poison Ivy Attack' which is a modem style audio attack. You got hit when you picked up a phone call. It works in the same way as a syntax bomb. They basically tried to download your memory then scramble the data as they left. They couldn't access your memory through the phone so they came the next night to do it physically. Luckily the data was encrypted quantumly and it is impossible for them to decrypt. At least at this time. It's a wonder you could transmit any information at all."

Gooch paused again waiting for a cognitive que. When Fred closed his mouth and looked up to met his eyes he continued.

"You flatlined twelve times since then. We brought you back each time. You broke all state records. They jokingly call you undead, or zombie or say you've resurrected. It's not very nice but you know how some of these engineers and doctors can be. Anyhow, you are a miracle breathing." Zakari stood up and approached Fred gently placing his hand on Mudi's head. "You have done the impossible Mudi. No one thought it would work. But here you are and the data is groundbreaking. In fact, while you were out, you saved the world... twice. But this is a lot to take. The docs recommended I only pester you for five minutes or so. We don't want to overload you on your first minutes back but I know you'd have thrown a fit if you didn't get some answers. I'm supposed to let you rest for a few hours and by this time next week, we should have you on your feet and in physical therapy. Welcome to mission impossible."
Zakari let a grin flash across his face as he made for the door. "I have a dossier to get you briefed in full but you don't get that till the doctors clear you for such duty. If all looks good, I'll have that in your hands by tomorrow afternoon." Gooch's smile disappeared as his face went stern, "Any questions?"

Mudi slowly turned his gaze from infinite space to meet Taniguchi's eyes. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"A million."

Gooch smiled again. "All in due time Mudi. You've still got an uphill road to scale but we will get there. Although you've been through a lot, we have just started. Now rest up and for fucks sake, don't mess with your head jack. we can't pull it till your cleared so keep the chest restraint in place just in case. If you need anything just hit the button and a nurse will see you soon. And don't discuss anything with the staff here, you should only speak to me concerning anything of your recent experience. I have to get back to the lab. Your recent transmission needs deep analysis, it's a doozy." Taniguchi headed for the door before Fred called out.

"Gooch!"

"Gooch, your saying it was all a dream?"

Zakari stalled, carefully considering his words, "Yes and no. It's far more complicated than that. But you should rest now. It's too much to take in right now. Your going to want that mind of yours sharp in the coming days. The way you reprogrammed that A.I. was amazing, if not genius... and you did that while comatose. I can't wait to see what you do wide awake. Now please, rest up - these doctors will have a fit if I stay too long. You're going to be ok Mudi. Hang in there and we will cover all the basics soon. Then we will get into the fun stuff. I'll see you tomorrow trooper." Zak let another smile go before turning to leave.

"Gooch!" cried Fred. "One more thing!"

Zak stopped at the door and turned to look at Fred.

"Bring smokes."
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While he was asleep, Fred Mudi's phone received a text from a blocked number named "unknown_dude" :

"Meet Corliss Archer, began life as a radio program devoted to the misadventures of a typical, All-American teenage girl not unlike Betty Cooper or Patsy Walker. Unlike the other two, however, Corliss has the unique distinction of being labeled a menace by none other than Dr. Frederic Wertham himself.

Corliss’ inclusion in the good doctor’s infamous Seduction Of The Innocent didn’t stem from the character’s involvement in radio, movies and televison, but rather a short-lived comic-book published in 1948 by Fox Feature Syndicate that Wertham cited as an example of a “headlight comic.”

Based upon the covers that adorned the book’s second and third issues, I can’t imagine where in the world Wertham got that idea …

Like many of the comics published by Victor Fox in the late 1940s, the seemingly wholesome adventures of Corliss Archer snuck in as many swimsuit or bra-and-panty shots as the story would allow. Despite the characters’ popularity in other media – a fact trumpeted on the comic’s very cover, by the way – Fox knew what his audience wanted.

In a weird coincidence, the issues that so offended Wertham were mostly written and drawn by Al Feldstein, who would later cause even greater consternation among “right-thinking people” as an editor, writer and artist for William M. Gaines’ legendary EC Comics line.

The Golden Age of Comics truly existed in a small, and very strange, world.

“The Homework Hoax” originally appeared in Meet Corliss Archer #2 (Fox Feature Syndicate, May 1948). The story is signed by “EKR,” but the Grand Comics Database guesses that Feldstein provided the script.





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