06 February 2017

Notes - moving on / Ch. 12 nfd /


       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

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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.
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            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?"
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         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,
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        "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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