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Nembly (sp?) Never-Ending Story part 2, the lackey birdman

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Zorro (The Mask of Zorro)

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From one of my performance pieces, commenting on how do you know where a rock comes from?

. . . what if Mt. Rushmore’s sculptor was almost done, [mime hammer & chisel] and George Washington had this booger . . . [crane neck as if looking up inside giant nose]

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DC–I have considered that, but it would need to be dependent on something other than a time frame. Otherwise if someone were to just fool you for that time frame, say, with a slow acting poison, that would be it. My way, you still suffer, but if you figure it out before your subconscious mind dies, you live and maybe learn, and go back as far as you need to. Also, if a Rebranch dies, it will wind up being so quick as to be painless. What’s faster than subconscious thought?

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HEYYYY! We could call that power ‘split-screening’ or ‘polywicking’ (burning candles from more than both ends) or ‘mousing’ from the Hitchhiker’s Guide concept of pandimensional beings multitasking by their very existence. This goes well with my ideal of growing up to be able to step from road to road not taken in one stride.

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The Show Must Go Off–part three
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I’d love to say people were impressed with me or afraid of me when I got here. Or that I commanded respect right away. What I did was make some people think. I was carrying my first week’s rations, still woozy from the drugs they used back then in comatransit, when I met my first troublemaker. He was big, too. No intro, he just knocked my ration boxes out of my hands.
“You new, huh? When’s your first fight?”
“I haven’t seen signups yet.”
“Why wait for signups? We’re in good walls now.” I didn’t even know he meant we couldn’t decompress the cavern we were in. I thought it meant we were ‘welcome’ to fight there. I needed to think of something quick. I thought what he was pointing at me was a weapon.
“Right after you shoot out those cameras.” I was going with ‘AEIOU.’ Ambush if possible; nope. Evaluate–his reaction would tell me how to deal. IOU–return with interest all harm. It’s a decent philosophy for brawling.
“Why would I do that?” He didn’t even look at them. Mmm–has focus. He questions. “Don’t you know the penalties?”
“Yep.” Of course I did. I’d heard very little else my last two days of awake time. He didn’t tell ME to shoot them out–small amount of sympathy for ignorance. “But you want to fight NOW.”
He squinted at me, “why don’t you want credit? You know what it’s worth, right?” Ah–thinking. If I get him doubting himself–The reason there is no ‘Y’ is questions can slow down a fighter’s reaction time.
“Yahyahyah–wins are more rations, losses are time off with hospice. I just don’t want to fight ON CAMERA. I’ll admit to whatever happened after we fight.”
“But you could die.” Oooh–he doesn’t WANT to kill me. I can see that–
“Then you’ll have my body as proof.” What IS that thing he’s pointing at me?
“Are you a Luddite?” I tapped the jack implant through my suit. “No? Then why you wanna fight off camera?”
Haha. “I gave up living on Earth. I gave up my career. Most of my WEALTH is impounded. I’m NOT GIVING THEM CHEAP THRILLS TOO!” That flinch when I shouted–not a recoil, like I scared him–more like he cares about my feelings. I used my StayNeur implant to run an app for tech recognition on the nozzle he was pointing at me and almost laughed in his face. It wasn’t a weapon at all. It was a THERMAL PATTERN SENSOR. Really old tech for finding microleaks jerried up to try to judge my emotional state. I guess it hadn’t dawned on him that a poker face can be enhanced by biotech as well. Faster processing and full control over autonomic variants gives a con artist a great edge. I had the heat patterns of a completely amoral sociopath practicing Zen meditation. THAT was why he was hesitating. I continued on as if I hadn’t had more than enough time to segue my thoughts around the whole neighborhood, “Here–I don’t want to get penalized either. Take this M-R-E, add one of your own, and rent us a room with no cams. I’ll examine it. Then we’ll fight in private. Sync I-D?” I held out my tag. He blinked.
“Nah. I’m not gonna pay for it. I’ll look for you at signups.” He watched me pick up my stuff. “Good point, bro. They get enough from us, don’t they?”
“Yep,” I left, remembering not to smile. I had no idea that he would actually agree so completely or that I had just started a political movement.
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good opening

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FRM–did you have any luck? That sounds like a difficult one.

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yikes. I missed them? Oh, well; I didn’t usually agree with the choices anyway. I’m afraid my standards don’t ALIGN WELL with most people. :8 ^ P (eyes rolled too hard, popped out while sticking out tongue.)

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thx for the props, peeps. Vampyrist, very good! Upside-down skeleton pelvis gave me multislit nostrils as a base. A great advantage when doing ugly-cute.

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Testing, 1-2-3!
Some hapless dimensionally displaced travelers thought they were far and away from finding signs of life when they found a stuffed toy. The pupils were about a foot across–panic ensued. . .even after they realized it wasn’t alive and even the snot was fake. . . can anyone guess what I made the head out of?

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WOOHOO! One file was still in cache as an attempted download when I was interrupted last month. I am now on phbkt and attempting to learn how to post link to old file and junk pic that my wife thought was funny.

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thx! I think I’m going to upload a junk file to Phobkt for practice to avoid catastrophic loss in future. wish me luck.

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OH–and do you have to keep it on your computer after it’s in Photobucket? (assuming I ever get one there.) Mine is a sad tale–I was an innovative programmer in several languages based on DOS and was too poor to study Windows when I had the time. Picking up things like Excel was easy, since I’d written a spreadsheet program before . . . I feel like maybe I used to be an Olympic-level sprinter from the 1600’s suddenly having a vision of Chicago O’Hare airport. Or should I say Heathrow for you? :^J

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I got to the option, chose jpg and it froze up. Unfortunately my library of work may be gone already. Choosing the option load shows a blank list now. I also tried to direct saving to a folder and couldn’t make that happen. (an earlier hm version allowed that)

by UNexport: after it is a jpg, how do I put it back in to improve it?

and thanx–I was beginning to feel ignored, but I’m new to forums and blogs, perhaps I posted this in a bad spot?

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