Notes - Diplomatic Pouch 14 complete near post conclusion

        Mid-morning. Your weight is up. You have a new cap to be placed on your tooth this morning in less than an hour. Carol is readying for lunch with retired teacher friends. Yesterday you watched last week's "Grimm" and today will be "Touch" as Carol won't be here.

         I like both shows. Today is beginning well with specific direction and for once, in a while, we have blue sky and yellow sun.

         1057 hours. Home from the dentist and washed the car at Mike's Car Wash before coming home. It is very cool with brisk west wind but the sky is still blue with the sun shining bright.

         Mid-afternoon. You are at the far north end of Pine Hill Lakes Park facing west under the shade of a pine. Carol is out looking at the crocuses coming up and is ready to begin a new book, this time by David Baldacci, titled The Innocent. Carol is finishing American Wife first, she says she has twenty-five pages to go. You are a bit anxious in beginning Pouch 14. - Amorella

         I am because I just have a setting, and there is always a chance that you will leave and poof, no more books or blog and I'm left sitting here like a fool.

         Such a fear. If anyone leaves it will be you. I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'll be 'here' even when you are not. Let's get to it. - Amorella

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Pouch 14 drafting

         "And, this is my room, Pyl, looks pretty much like all the others."

         Pyl looked up at him as she was eye level just above his shoulders and asked, "Why are the doors set like this? You have an entrance door and in my mind it looks like it is going to be an apartment, like you would be walking into the living room, but this looks like a den or office or even a storeroom."

         Yermey made a small sound like a 'humph' or more polite while at the same time his right hand went up to his lips and his forefinger continued, brushing his right nostril as if he were about to sneeze. "Like a mentioned in the other living quarters, everything is built in either in floor, walls or ceiling. There is no need for a chair if you are not sitting."

         "Right, you did mention that earlier, but then the other rooms had furniture on display."

         Maintaining a poker face, Yermey added, "I did not realize I was going to be showing you my apartment."

         "The other two apartments were for the women. I thought yours might be more unique," she teased.

         Yermey did a quick 'sort through' in his head, "You mean more like a den, as you said -- more masculine."

         "A quick question. Are you all professional or are you also friends?"

         "Pardon?"

         "How long did it take you to get here? Even with your faster than light generators it would take years. What do you people do on route? Can you pull up a chair? I would like to sit." The chair expanded from the wall next to her. "That was fast, what did you do?" asked Pyl.

         "You asked for the chair so here it is. Sit. Please."

         "Ship knows English?"

         Another chair, this time it silently rose from the floor. Yermey sat facing Pyl. "Ship knows everything about you, Mrs. Burroughs."

         "Oh."

         Yermey explained matter-of-factly, "Ship knows everything about each of us for our own protection, that is, for our own safety. He is built to save our lives under any circumstance."

         "If he could only save one of our lives, whose would he save?"

         "You ask a lot of questions." He paused, "Ship how would you handle this hypothetical dilemma?"

         "I would save your life, Pyl Burroughs. It would only be polite as you are a guest of ThreePlanets while you are on board."

         Pyl was immediately taken back. Ship said "guest" with a sincere authenticity she would not have expected from a fellow human she had just met. "Who are you people that would give so much authority and polite moral fiber to a machine?" She paused and gathered herself, "The Ship sounds so human like that it strikes a cord with my own humanity."

         "Good. I mean this is completely unexpected. We don't even know one another yet you are connecting with Ship in a human-like way . . . You are bonding with Ship first." Yermey smiled.

         Pyl caught the twinkle in his eyes, perhaps, she thought, blemish of modesty and humility. She quickly grew uneasy and embarrassed for herself.

         Ship spoke up, "Yermey, give her a glass of water, and tell her about how your species was not always so fortunate."

         "Yes, of course. I'll have water myself. Earth water, how's that Mrs. Burroughs, a cool glass of Earth water." The glasses of cool water appeared from an opening slot on the wall. Two small tables rose from the floor to set the glasses on. The chairs, originally wood-like, fluffed with a thin comfortable padding and modified into an awkward like lounge chairs, outdoor deck chairs rather than more a more practical kitchen table sort of chair.  

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         This is a good place to stop for now. - Amorella

         We have less than two hundred words. How are we going to explain evolution in such a short time?

         We leave that to Yermey. Later, dude. - Amorella

         1742 hours. It is later. Would it be better to cut out about half of what I have in Pouch 14? I don't see how this 'explanation' of social evolution can be master in less than two hundred words. The other problem is Yermey (in the first series) was supposed to be one of the smartest people on ThreePlanets and it is very intimidating to even to 'pretend' to be like him. I mean really. I didn't like that aspect before and I don't know.

         Let Yermey be himself, his character is modeled after a very intelligent person you worked with for two years. Assume I have some intelligence, boy. Just remain 'free and empty minded' when I write. - Amorella

         That I can do. (1749)

         Carol just said she wants pizza for supper and to watch a program. Later. - Amorella

         2032 hours. We had our usual large Papa John's special, half veggie/half works. Tonight one of the regular employees said no one else ever gets that combination but us. We watched last night's "Bones" and "Castle: and tonight's "NBC News" on the DVR.

         Let's finish up Pouch 14. - Amorella

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Pouch 14 continuing draft

            Pyl took a sip of water and watched Yermey's eyes and body language as he began. His formality quickly faded to emotionally driven facial and arm and hand movements emphasizing his every speaking word.            

            "Twenty one thousand years ago we were similar to Earthlings in the mid-twentieth century. We lived on a singular planet in five mostly separate, climate driven cultures. A great incurable plague arose and out of necessity ten ships were built to take two hundred people to the two uninhabited but close by habitable planets. This exercise was done in secret. Planet One was left to survive or die from this incurable plague."

            "Science later determined that exactly one hundred people had survived the plague." Yermey raised the forefinger on his right hand, "Exactly one hundred."

            "We continued our science and technology but our economic focus became the survival of our children. We reverse engineered our society to always enrich our children first. We serve our children and in turn as we grow older, our children serve us. We were and are one family on ThreePlanets." 

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         2158 hours. I had to revise your last section down but I did.

         Now drop the full Pouch 14 in here and then we post. No more tonight. - Amorella

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Diplomatic Pouch 14  ©2001-2013 rho, draft

         "And, this is my room, Pyl, looks pretty much like all the others."

            Pyl looked up at him as she was eye level just above his shoulders and asked, "Why are the doors set like this? You have an entrance door and in my mind it looks like it is going to be an apartment, like you would be walking into the living room, but this looks like a den or office or even a storeroom."

            Yermey made a small sound like a 'humph' or more polite while at the same time his right hand went up to his lips and his forefinger continued, brushing his right nostril as if he were about to sneeze. "Like a mentioned in the other living quarters, everything is built in either in floor, walls or ceiling. There is no need for a chair if you are not sitting."

            "Right, you did mention that earlier, but then the other rooms had furniture on display."

            Maintaining a poker face, Yermey added, "I did not realize I was going to be showing you my apartment."

            "The other two apartments were for the women. I thought yours might be more unique," she teased.

            Yermey did a quick 'sort through' in his head, "You mean more like a den, as you said -- more masculine."

            "A quick question. Are you all professional or are you also friends?"

            "Pardon?"

            "How long did it take you to get here? Even with your faster than light generators it would take years. What do you people do on route? Can you pull up a chair? I would like to sit." The chair expanded from the wall next to her. "That was fast, what did you do?" asked Pyl.

            "You asked for the chair so here it is. Sit. Please."

            "Ship knows English?"

            Another chair, this time it silently rose from the floor. Yermey sat facing Pyl. "Ship knows everything about you, Mrs. Burroughs."

            "Oh."

            Yermey explained matter-of-factly, "Ship knows everything about each of us for our own protection, that is, for our own safety. He is built to save our lives under any circumstance."

            "If he could only save one of our lives, whose would he save?"

            "You ask a lot of questions." He paused, "Ship how would you handle this hypothetical dilemma?"

            "I would save your life, Pyl Burroughs. It would only be polite as you are a guest of ThreePlanets while you are on board."

            Pyl was immediately taken back. Ship said "guest" with a sincere authenticity she would not have expected from a fellow human she had just met. "Who are you people that would give so much authority and polite moral fiber to a machine?" She paused and gathered herself, "The Ship sounds so human like that it strikes a cord with my own humanity."

            "Good. I mean this is completely unexpected. We don't even know one another yet you are connecting with Ship in a human-like way . . . You are bonding with Ship first." Yermey smiled.

            Pyl caught the twinkle in his eyes, perhaps, she thought, blemish of modesty and humility. She quickly grew uneasy and embarrassed for herself.

            Ship spoke up, "Yermey, give her a glass of water, and tell her about how your species was not always so fortunate."

            "Yes, of course. I'll have water myself. Earth water, how's that Mrs. Burroughs, a cool glass of Earth water." The glasses of cool water appeared from an opening slot on the wall. Two small tables rose from the floor to set the glasses on. The chairs, originally wood-like, fluffed with a thin comfortable padding and modified into an awkward like lounge chairs, outdoor deck chairs rather than more a more practical kitchen table sort of chair.  

Pyl took a sip of water and watched Yermey's eyes and body language as he began. His formality quickly faded to emotionally driven facial and arm and hand movements emphasizing his every speaking word.            

            "Twenty one thousand years ago we were similar to Earthlings in the mid-twentieth century. We lived on a singular planet in five mostly separate, climate driven cultures. A great incurable plague arose and out of necessity ten ships were built to take two hundred people to the two uninhabited but close by habitable planets. This exercise was done in secret. Planet One was left to survive or die from this incurable plague."

            "Science later determined that exactly one hundred people had survived the plague." Yermey raised the forefinger on his right hand, "Exactly one hundred."

            "We continued our science and technology but our economic focus became the survival of our children. We reverse engineered our society to always enrich our children first. We serve our children and in turn as we grow older, our children serve us. We were and are one family on ThreePlanets." 

801 words

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         Perhaps I can find a way to drop a couple more words before the final draft.

         These stories are about consistency within a human framework, boy, not specific numbers. The only bottom lines in these books are human and I am not talking about body counts. You got that, boy? - Amorella

         Yes, Ma'am. Among the marsupial-humanoids their children are the bottom and the top line.

         In here, the Dead have taken the same perspective. - Amorella

         This adds a dimension in context I had not foreseen.

         The human spirit is undeniable, boy. - Amorella

         I wholeheartedly agree. I do. No question about it.

         Relax and get some sleep. Now post. - Amorella