Mid-afternoon. Your doctor's appointment was fine and
your A1c is 6.7, which is good for you from your endocrinologist, Dr. B's
perspective. You talked about hitting a film at Kenwood but chose a kosher
lunch at Marx Bagel's and once again you split a tuna on wheat and for dessert
you split a honey walnut cream cheese on raisin wheat. After running a couple
of errands and filling up both gas tanks as the price is down to $3.589
from $3.899plus you got another twenty cents off at Kroger's for the
blue car. - Amorella
2021 hours. I am ready to work on Pouch 13.
Let's get to it. - Amorella
2043 hours. I don't know what Pyl, Justin and Blake do
in this book. I don't even remember what they did in the first book other than
Justin was an archeologist and Blake a scientist. Now, software and specialist
hardware. Justin was teaching archeology at the University of Cincinnati but is
off for this semester. Pyl is a
careers officer at Cincinnati State. (2058) [Maybe I shouldn't use real universities.]
2144
hours. I have a draft. It may need some tweaking but it appears to be in the
right tone and track.
Yes, it is better than what you had earlier.
Bringing Ship back at the conclusion ties it together, but you are right, some
tweaking needed. Drop in and post as a draft. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic Pouch 13 ©
draft
Ship
analyzed all personal and public information recently gathered on Pyl, Justin
and Blake as well as their fine lined DNA substructures and ongoing vital signs
many degrees beyond those presently possible or even known on Earth. With what
Ship has presently he can create a female and/or a male twin of each individual
earthling for non-rejecting fully mature and transplantable whole body or body
parts within twenty-four hours. Observations of living earthling vital stats while anywhere on Ship are
compartmentalized into Box-UsefulanMixeData.
After
explanations as to how the control room sorted data, and general safety
procedures on Ship and a comfortable sit down at an accompanying table and
chairs in a small pushanpull bump-out room for a short break with familiar
drinks of choice and a few assorted well known tidbits, Justin asked a
question.
"I'm
sure Pyl and Blake are fascinated with the overall mechanics of operation as
what you say reminds me of a flight manual. I appreciate that this is a general
review as I am somewhat overwhelmed with the size and detail. This is almost
too much too soon for me. You mentioned that because you are an older species,
that you have about a twenty thousand year head start on science and
technology. To carry through with this what is the form of social control used
on your three-planet solar system, that is, how is society organized so that
you could build such a ship as this? "
Friendly
spoke, "First, the point is that we are not any more intelligent than you
are. Our species developed differently for a variety of reasons even though the
physics of our planets is quite similar to your own. We can breath your air,
drink your water and eat some of your food without momentary illness. We
evolved similarly because we are from similar habitats." She paused taking
a sip of water and relaxing at a slower pace of speech, "Think of your
family automobile and how it is built. First, it is a vehicle to take a person,
friends or family safely from point A to point B."
Blake
slightly raised his hand but interrupted, "But we have a choice as to what
vehicle we buy."
Yermey
raised his index finger and touched the slight smile forming but said nothing.
Friendly
continued, "We had choices too, over the millenniums, we tried many
choices but after about five thousand years of whittling down to the best
choice for us, we chose one that while not perfect, as nothing ever is, worked
better for us. We could and cannot predict social change but change happens,
just as your species has had to adapt, so do we. Our being here is an example
of this. We are here on our own because ThreePlanets is not ready for you, not
because of your lack of technology or been primates. ThreePlanets is not ready
for you because you think differently than we do."
Hartolite
smiled in agreement with her comrades. "We want to show you our humanity
because we feel our humanity is really no different than your own."
"Perhaps
we might begin with a what do you do?"
said Pyl. When we are at a mixer this is one of those questions people start
with." She paused awaiting Justin and Blake's fuller attention. For
instance, if asked I would say I am a career counselor at Cincinnati State
University. She glanced at her husband, "Justin?"
He
smiled sheepishly, "I teach archeology at the University of Cincinnati. I
have spent time in the field, the last time in Israel and Egypt.
Blake
quietly added, "I have a software company that specializes in small
electronics -- behind the scenes in communication devices. My father started
the company many years ago. Pyl, my sister, and I own it jointly. It is a
private company."
Yermey
interrupted the short silence with, "I am a problem solver."
Hartolite
followed, "I too am a problem solver."
"Me
too," responded Friendly. "The three of us solve problems. We are
employed by Family Services, what you might call State Services."
"You
mean you counsel the poor?" asked Pyl, "It looks like you are all
pilots. You flew a ship across the galaxy. The jobs seem so unrelated to one
another."
Blake
quipped, "Maybe we are the poor these people are counseling."
At
first Yermey was delighted, he thought Blake's humor quick and excellent; yet
that might not be the case.
Meanwhile
Ship understood humor might be the only path for connection. Everyone likes to
be entertained, thought Ship, even me.
761 words
***
I
will work on this tomorrow.
Afterwards why don't you work on
audio-drafting Chapter Two. Next Thursday you have your high school gathering
and perhaps you will have three chapters on a disk to give to Aunt Patsy and
Uncle Ernie. - Amorella
Sounds like a good plan. Saturday Mary Lou is coming
down and I suppose we will go out to eat and then to a movie.
Post, boy. - Amorella
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