Nighttime.
You awoke feeling embarrassed about keeping soul's comment on your FB page so
you took it off Timeline. - Amorella
0244 hours. I feel better.
Keeping the comment on after it has been read for a couple days is a little
much.
Let
it go. That's the point is it not? - Amorella
0256 hours. I
don't really know; it seems to be. I allowed soul to express herself. Not much
more I can do.
Post. - Amorella
Morning.
Carol is readying herself as she has an appointment at Hoxworth to give blood
in about an hour. Honda called and your car will cost about three hundred and
fifty dollars -- the 'O' rings have to be replaced. The Accord will be ready
later this afternoon. - Amorella
1018 hours. Carol and I can't
complain. I can't remember the last time the Honda had a mechanical problem --
if ever. I'll have to check the books. I need to do my exercises.
Later, dude. - Amorella
Nearly noon. You finished your exercises on
time to take Carol to Hoxworth and wait since Honda called and the car is
finished. When she's done you can pick it up. After dropping Carol off you
returned to McD's and bought a treat, a large diet and two breakfast burritos
with hot sauce. - Amorella
1150 hours. Nice, the
burritos I rarely have because they are not on the local all-day breakfast
meal. The rain is not supposed to begin until suppertime -- that's good since
both cars have been recently washed. This ought to be a good time to finish up
chapter twelve. To be honest I forget what it's about.
You don't have to remember when it's here on
the desktop. Let's get to it. - Amorella
1646 hours. I don't know
what happened but we had more errands to run and presently I am waiting for
Carol at the community center. We had lunch at Longhorn at Carol's request
earlier.
Wait until later. - Amorella
2221 hours. It is definitely
later.
Let's work. - Amorella
2222 hours. Okay.
2300 hours.
The chapter is completed.
Add and post. - Amorella
** **
Twelve ©
It seems like only a moment has
passed. Pyl glances at Blake who is waiting to see a window appear where there
is none; then in the surrounding mist she quickly inspects the plane which
appears to have no apparent damage. Where is that road? It seems only moments
later and the road, the county airport, Lake Erie -- where are they in this foggy
soup?
Justin
feels irrefutably alone, silently in thought, 'I don't know where we are and
until I do we cannot hope to escape. Surely we are being set up, duped like we
are on a set for a Mission Impossible
film. Pyl and Blake are my responsibility. We need to assess our situation. I
have to come up with a plan . . . we have to . . ..'
Friendly’s
voice reassures, "Again, we welcome you onboard our vessel. Ship, that’s
what we call our vessel, also welcomes you. We will show you where you
are."
"Come this way," directs Yermey. "We can climb the flight of stairs
to the main deck. We are in the annex."
"What you may call a basement," comments Hartolite.
"Or a storage area," continues Friendly smiling warmly. “Yermey, one
step at a time up the stairs for our guests please."
Blake carefully counts the stairs, there are twenty-two. The room appears large
and hospital clean in perhaps a forty to fifty-foot square. Once on the next
floor he sees machinery at his right set at an odd angle of about a thirty-degree
tilt off-center and beside it is a large box towering perhaps fifteen feet
straight up. 'I cannot tell,' he wonders, 'how wide this room is as there appears
to be an optical illusion.'
"Come ahead, this way," says Yermey. "Over to this area where we
can observe better."
Blake follows mostly out of polite routine. A whiff of acidic scent reminds him
of being in a factory that molded exothermic sleeve forms used in the construction
of steel castings; in juxtaposition, the floor we were walking on has a shade
of blended grasses two to three inches in length in the Annex. However, the grass here is feels short and
thick, like I'm walking on a golf green. Shortly, Pyl and Justin stand beside
him as Friendly and Hartolite walk slightly to the left and stand next to
Yermey.
.
The six view the room from a new angle. No one can see the door they entered
from. They cannot see another entrance or exit, but there is no fog. The walls
and ceiling slowly illuminated to an eye comfort level where all could better view the whole room.
Blake's eyes focus on the first thing he sees upon entering the control room –
the two-stacked black metallic-like technological containers in what he assumes
is the northwest corner. The size and shape reminded him of two top and bottom
washer dryer combinations with round see through side windows to the front of
both. Each frosted-like window is surrounded by a four inch or so aluminum
colored band. The cabinets are otherwise clean of buttons or dials. I estimate
this machinery is six to seven feet high and three and a half feet in width and
this room suddenly appears to be in southwest corner of the ship, but I don’t
know how this is so. Where is the instrumentation?
Blake’s eyes focus along the north wall to a second set of aluminum colored
metallic or pliable boxes set beside one another. On the horizontal rather than
the vertical, the boxes appear the same size. On the northeast corner is a
large blue container the size of a large refrigerator. It has one large oval
window with an aluminum-like band surrounding. The height of the oval is over
seven feet and it drops to within two feet of the bottom of the box. The width
of the oval band is within a couple of inches of the sides of the machine. 'I
have no idea what this technology is or what it is for. There are no tables or
chairs or desks. I wonder what is on the other side of those windows. There is
always something on the other side . . ..'
Friendly
interrupts his thought, saying, "Where would you like me to begin?"
.
Soki
enters the scene from the other side. Interesting. People sometimes hit on a
truth and don't know it because whatever it is is not perceived. Blake wonders
what is on the other side and Friendly unknowing interrupts his thought. This
is' different than reading between the lines, this is reading through the words
to their other side, not a mirror image mind you, but beyond the words in
place. Soki's Choice has two sides, only two -- what you see and what you
don't; what you understand and what you don't. If you don't know what you don't
know then how much can you say you know? The real world is like this, and being
a part of the real living world, how much can you say you know about yourself?
Blake is looking for a window to see where he is. His thought processes
continues out loud. Blake starts,
.
"I
see many apparatuses. Please start with the one in the northwest corner."
He points, "The two odd-looking blue box-shaped objects look like washing
machines, each with circular window, and stacked neatly on top of one another."
He asks Friendly, What is the technology? What do they do?” He wonders silently,
where are the windows I'm supposed to see out of?
Friendly focuses on his words and
replies in a knowing wisdom, "This technology does what you do, Dr.
Williams, it observes, asks questions and then provides answers."
74.9
ease; 6.1 grade; 964 words
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