Late morning. You are waiting outside the
New Krishna Indian Restaurant for your friends -- finding that it does not open
until eleven-thirty. Blue skies today, and your drove Carol's car to check the
mileage. It is getting 34.6 m/g according to the car's computer but when Carol
checked it after filling up the car is getting 31.2 m/g -- quite a difference
in your mind. You saw a reference to 'Pip', a biofeedback machine that measures
unconscious/conscious thought in terms of anxiety stress and you are thinking
that might be a way to measure Amorella patterns for documentation of
'something' happening between conscious and unconscious behavior. - Amorella
1129
hours. I had not thought about this before, at least not recently. The
machinery costs $179.00 and is available on Amazon and at Best Buy for the same
price. I thought I'd read up on it. -- Time to go in while tables are
available.
Let's work on chapter fourteen while
waiting. - Amorella
1135
hours. That's fine. I love the ambiance and background Indian music to the very
popular buffet restaurant. -- 1308 hours. Home. Rich and Dave both got sick and
cancelled but I didn't hear about until the last minute. I had lunch anyway and
it was very good. Plus I worked on chapter fourteen and that was good too.
Once home it wasn't long until Carol
returned from an errand and she had a couple more to do. She ate a cheese
sandwich and you were off to two banks. Presently you are both sitting at the
far north lot at Pine Hill Lakes Park
facing west and the hill of trees waiting for Spring renewal. Carol is
on Chapter 45, page 359 of Baldacci's Memory Man. You are ready to begin
Soki's work in Chapter Fourteen. - Amorella
1424
hours. There was some content editing in 14 that I did not expect but I like it
better. Thank you, Amorella.
1455
hours. We completed chapter 14 with a 73.4 reading ease; 5.6 grade level and
1250 words.
Add the
chapter here and post when convenient. - Amorella
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Fourteen
Showing
Pyl around Ship, Yermey says, "This is my room, Pyl. It looks much like
the others."
She
replies, "Like I mentioned seeing the other living quarters, everything is
built into floor, walls or ceiling. There is not even a need for a chair unless
you want to sit. Very plain and simple to the looks of it, the whole ship is
this way -- austere."
"Funny
you use this word; we are austere and in being so we have more of ourselves.
That is, with an empty room, I feel more full as a person." Yermey pauses,
"I did not realize I was going to be showing you my apartment."
"This
was my request," teases Pyl, "the other two apartments are for the
women. I thought yours might be more unique and am surprised that it is . . ..
"Not
more wolfish?" More masculine like one of your brother's or husband's
wolf-dens?”
"You
mean man caves. She laughs. "Are you also friends?" asks Pyl.
"Pardon?"
He pauses then slightly smiles with a twinkle appearing in his eye, “Friends
with the girls?" A pause to read her face, "Do you mean do we have
benefits?"
Surprised,
she reacts, "That's pretty blunt. I really hadn't thought that far ahead.
I mean . . .." Pyl feels her face reddening.
"Please,
I meant no harm. Please do not be offended. We joke about on Ship. Humor passes
the time." And I feel relaxed with you he almost said.
She
whispers, "It's okay, Yermey. I really don' t know what I was thinking.
"How long did it take you to get here? Even with faster than light
generators or whatever you call them it would take years. What do you people do
on route?” Stupid question. Stupid, Pyl.
Yermey
grows embarrassed seeing Pyl further embarrassed. Searching for English words
for 'withinthethroughsinanwithoutime'.
Pyl quickly changed the subject. “Can
you pull up a chair? I would like to sit." The chair expanded from the
wall next to her. Pyl asks, "That was fast, what did you do?"
"You
requested the chair. Sit. Please,” answers Ship.
"Ship
is here? Ship understands my English this completely?"
Another
chair silently rises from the floor. Yermey sits more comfortably facing Pyl.
"Ship knows everything about you, Mrs. Burroughs."
"Oh
me."
Yermey
explains 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."
Perplexed,
she wonders aloud, "If he could only save one of our lives, whose would he
save?"
"You
ask a lot of questions." Yermey asks, "Ship, how would you handle
this specific hypothetical dilemma?"
Ship
answers directly, "I would save your life first, Dr. Burroughs. It would
only be polite as you are a guest of ThreePlanets while you are on board."
Pyl
is immediately taken back. Ship said, guest with a sincere authenticity
I would not have expected from a fellow human I had just met. Without
hesitation, she looks eye-to-eye at Yermey, "Who are you people that you
would give so much polite moral fiber and authority to a computer?"
Yermey responds with his usual slight
almost austere smile.
Pyl gathers herself, "Ship sounds
so human; his voice presses on me like a sincere handshake."
"Good.
I mean your thought is completely unexpected,” replies Yermey in a warmer voice
than he intends. “We two don't really know one another yet, but you are
beginning to connect with Ship in a human-like way. You are bonding with Ship
before bonding with us. Don't you find this interesting?”
Pyl
catches the light in his older eyes and wonders why 'I see a slight mirror of
modesty and humility in this older man'.
Ship
speaks, "Yermey, give Dr. Burroughs a glass of cooled Earth water, and
tell her about how your species was not always so fortunate as it is
today."
"Yes,
of course. I'll have water myself. Earth water, how's that sound, Dr.
Burroughs, a cool glass of Earth water?" A crystal-like glass forms up
about four feet on wall and fills with cool water appears from a slot opening
just above the glass. Two small tables rise simultaneously from the floor near
the chairs on which to set the glasses.
Pyl
takes the glass and a sip while observing Yermey's eyes and body language. His
formality quickly fades from facial tone and his emotionally driven skin
shimmers silently as he begins.
"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 cultures driven by
climate. A great incurable plague arose world-wide and out of necessity ten
ships were built, each to take two hundred people to two nearly uninhabited
satellite science centers, so the two thousand might run on to the two nearby close
planets. This exercise was done in secret. We had no choice. Planet One was
left to survive on its own until we found a cure. Science later determined that
exactly one hundred people survived the plague on our original Planet
One." Yermey raised the forefinger on his right hand, "exactly, one
hundred. Everyone has to memorize the names of those one hundred survivors. It
is a rule on ThreePlanets."
"We
continued our science and technology,” adds Yermey, “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 well, then in turn as
we grow older, our children serve us. We are one family, one species, on
ThreePlanets. What you call government we call Family Services. We mean the
term literally. Our economy is built on family sharing.”
How
naive, thinks Pyl Burroughs unconsciously. 'I am struck by his apparently
uncommon sincerity. Humanity and fear suddenly rise in juxtaposition within her
heartanmind, leaving her with the conscious thought, ‘If these people have no
weapons as they say, they need to leave our planet immediately. If they stay
these people who run or share, come to formally meet our primate species -- no
good will come of it; Earth will eat them alive one way or another.’
.
Here you have it, injects Soki, the
beginning of real relationships between earthlings and marsupial
humanoids. Stops and starts and
fumblingly small embarrassments along the way. Friendships, for the most part
in here are soul set first. Heart and mind are not used to the backdoor
approach so to speak. Some might say this is the unconscious at work not the
soul. I don't really care what name you give to it, but when you drill down
deep into heart and mind unconsciousness does not typically define the
beginning of a friendship no matter which genders are involved, or which
species in this particular case. Pyl begins to care in a more intimate level,
the same level she is interested in with Ship. Intimate levels have lots of nuances.
These nuances declare themselves in word choices thought and spoken --
subtleties, shadings and overtones. The soul generally handles these better at
first; the heart and mind have problems with soulful interactions because they
are more intimate, more personable, more innocent than heart and mind are
likely to acknowledge. Anyone who has ever fallen in love understands this on a
very basic level. Really falling in love begins with a friendship because trust
is a given, understood and unspoken. In here, this is where friendship stays.
An ending is not required.
73.4 ease; 5.6 level;1250 words
** **
** **
Basically, you would like to scientifically
see the probabilities for a military coup or a civil war. These are your thoughts
going to bed. However, I will leave you further thoughts -- many people, Trump
supporters and otherwise enjoy their material good and families and friends;
this makes it difficult to have a messy
violent civil war -- too much too lose. Besides in such desperate straits,
surely the military would take over, don't you think? Then, after the coup, a
transition much like when the Berlin Wall came down and the old Soviet Union
disappeared, would take place. Two 'North Americas' or an East and West Americas is unlikely
because how would two economies run equally in a country as large and vast as
the United States split in whatever way it was determined to split physical
regions? - Amorella
0003
hours. You could divide the U.S. pretty much down the middle. Each region would
have an ocean coast for international trade and land to grow crops, etc.
Who and how would these two regions be
divided fairly both socially and economically? - Amorella
0007
hours. I don't know. Somebody is going to have something the other side is not
going to have. It would be a Great Compromise in any case. Sparta and Athens
comes to mind. It is too complicated. I'm tired and am going to bed.
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