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cockles 😀


Listen buddy... I want nothing to do with your cockles. Letís just get that straight😀

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Just cause cockles has cock in it doesnt make it abruptly gay
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Just cause cockles has cock in it doesnt make it abruptly gay


You just keep writing this shit (like you could stop!), and Iíll keep reading. Maybe in 500 years some dork will dig it up and publish it. Youíll be famous!
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What will be the odds? Ill hold my breath (and my pancreas, and then Ill go sheepsurfing, which by the way I find is actually true, a rite of passage among the New Zealanders, who upon the cusp of manhood select an unshaved sheep and swim it out on a riptide and then surf it back to the island)
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What will be the odds? Ill hold my breath (and my pancreas, and then Ill go sheepsurfing, which by the way I find is actually true, a rite of passage among the New Zealanders, who upon the cusp of manhood select an unshaved sheep and swim it out on a riptide and then surf it back to the island)


Yes, you probably wonít make Ďtil 50. Thatís okay though; itís all downhill from there.
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He was just arse-licking. Shush.
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How odd, a person who is clearly inept pretending to fight. Kinda cringy.
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@chinspinner not sure what that last post is referring too. Care to elaborate? If so all I ask is keep her classy as a fat hoe's ass eye.

@brian Jung said life started at 40. Lennon said the same thing. And then he got shot.
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@chinspinner not sure what that last post is referring too. Care to elaborate? If so all I ask is keep her classy as a fat hoe's ass eye.

@brian Jung said life started at 40. Lennon said the same thing. And then he got shot.


Itís 5:49am in London. Chins prolly still passed-out
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Heh would that I were. But hey August 11th I compete in Philadelphia in Jiu Jitsu. So well see how that goes.
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The folders fell atop another. Lieutenant General Igor Tsiolkovsky, Colonel Illya Obolenski, Lieutenant General Mikhail Bagration, Major General Dasha Voskoboynilkov, Minister of Defense Colonel General Davor Yevdokimov, Minister of Emergency Response Milenko Yalizarev. Assorted others critically wounded. Predrag Dementyev is next in line to the presidency.

An emptier room now. The televisions removed from the walls.

Assessment. The SIO who spoke was from DESEC and the analyst he addressed hailed likewise from the agency.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and studied the pile of dossiers. Im not giving an assessment.

The SIO glanced at the pilot. At the various shosti, the demure thing from ISEC. At Dachni and Holnifa.

They sat on a desk almost hugging.

I dont know who those two are, said the analyst.

The pilot said they were with her.

The analyst looked at his SIO. The fuck does that mean? I mean I know who she purports to be. But shes been seen publicly on two occasions so if we know about her then the SGB knows about her. And since you lost track of her for an entire year how the hell do you know she still is who she says she is? How do you know the original wasnt abducted and what sits here isnt a clone?

I know its her, said the pilot. The same way I can see that you were a preemie. That David here will need his appendix removed within the next two years.

The analyst rolled his eyes. Yeah.

The same way I have tacked the nails into your Christ.

Whatever the fuck that means. You think you know. You think. And then your thinking lets an infiltrator run around without restriction. You think because her scars are all in place that its her? I mean you can map out every scar on the skin and then graft it to a body with nanomillimeter precision. Even if she is who she is this is a classified briefing. I mean Dave tell me if Im wrong.

The SIO held up his hands. I cant disagree.

She stays.

It is the opinion of ISEC that the individuals are not replicas.
The analyst looked at the agent. Featureless androgyn in a suit that did not look up from the nails it did not have.
Jesus Christ shitting in a bucket.

The pilot knocked on the table. Continue with the briefing.
Im not giving the briefing, said the analyst. Im not doing it.

David.

Matt.

Im not doing it.

Then leave and clean out your desk.

Really?

Really. Or give your assessment now.

The analyst shook his head. This is such an amateur
donkey fuck.

Matt.

Yeah. Fine. We dont know who is responsible. Possibly a coup. Loginovsky's doubles disappeared over the course of the previous day. Probably theyre dead. The fact that Loginovsky's death was reported means they have no public intention of replacing him with a clone. Its possible that Loginovsky has gone into hiding to avoid assassination and will reemerge years from now in a new body. Too early to tell at this juncture. The same is true of every official dead. We have no way of knowing if these were the real articles and if they were they intend to be replaced.

Sources?

The analyst looked at Dachni again. Good god. The Bureau of PR.

Most likely culprits?

Were awaiting forensic results that will give us indications of whether this was an inside or outside party. Educated guess, this is the plemena. It fits their MO. They have a history of assassinating Russian VIPs. There have been some recent flareups East of the Urals. They had little success in our territory but they made significant gains in Mongolia. They maybe be looking to try a new offensive this may be the prelude to it. However considering that this is the pattern they follow its possible that the Russians staged this event as an excuse to preempt any incursion and in the doing so retake their lost holdings in the Urals blaming any resistance on our part as plemena activity. We cannot render a more accurate assessment until more information is uncovered.

Thank you, said the pilot. You can go now.

The members of DESEC rose and shook hands with the pilot but as they made to leave the SIO looked back at the agent who remained seated. Wait. Is there a private meeting about to happen. Is there something we should know?

No. Thank you gentlemen for your input.

Wait a minute, said the SIO. Were all on the same side here. If theres a piece missing here we should know. Our report deadline is by tonight. What is it were missing?

Nothing. Meeshkee'el please see the gentlemen out.

The shosti Meesh rose from her seat and escorted them to the door. Shut it behind them and locked it.

The pilot smiled. What do you think?

The agent straightened its shirtsleeve. Cognitive activity was in keeping with established baselines. Their emotional states met expectation. Genuine surprise. They suspect nothing.

Sheya.

Do you have any spirits?

The pilot laughed. Ive got whiskey.

Gavtcki opened a desk drawer and took out a number of glasses and a bottle. He poured the glasses full and distributed them.

Dachni took a glass and handed it to Holnifa and took another glass.

Coresca, said the agent.

Coresca, said the pilot.

They all drank.

Whats that mean?

Coresca? said Mai-kin. Its a toast.

So celebrations. Its celebrations Holfie. Ура. Whatre yall celebratin?

The agent looked at the pilot. They were right on that account.

No they werent, said the pilot. You know this.

It is still a risk.

I take the risk.

Very well.

So, said the pilot. Can you keep a secret?

Sure. Dachni looked at Holnifa. Сіз құпия сақтай аласыз ба?

And Holnifa who had understood nothing but that events of enormous gravity had come to pass, the true nature of which the rarest few were privy, was now accessible to her by invitation and nodded and better than any present kept her word by not allowing herself to understand.

The pilot sipped her whiskey. In truth it doesnt matter anymore. Theyll never fess to the act. But. What happened today is the result of pristine opportunism. A subordinate whom I had defect to the Russians discovered a ploy at the highest tier of their government in which they were to stage the assassination of its political and military leadership. The fallout of such an act would be spectacular. That the assassinations occurred in their capital where no other investigators have access means they could fabricate any evidence to implicate anyone. Of course they wont do this. In fact in about three hours state media is going to declare that while the bombing fits the MO of the plemena the actual mechanism used to trigger the detonation was a device employed only by the colonies and specifically designed to circumvent the signal jamming put into effect wherever the president is. Thus in the emergency meeting with the security council they moments ago called they can claim the assassination was either carried out directly by us or with our assistance. In any case this gives them political cover to preemptively attack the colonies whilst simultaneously erasing all outside support for the colonies with the added bonus of getting to clean house of potential rivals within the government who had amassed undue influence. On their timeline an official declaration of war would have been passed about nine hours from now. What theyll discover four hours from now is that those factions within the plemena whom we have allowed to sneak through the Urals will launch an attack against several smaller towns in the Komi republic. About the same time DESEC will be releasing incontrovertible evidence that the trigger mechanism was part of a cache of military technologies stolen year before last in a hack by the Russians thus undermining their claim that only we could have supplied the device and since their military is corrupt as it has ever been it is hardly unthinkable that some hardup praporshchik didnt sell the technology to third parties. And at the same time members of the Bureau of Population and Reproduction will be getting the first indications that their genebase and cyberbase, the databases in which Russia backs up their personalities and keeps their genetic stock, have been corrupted beyond recovery. Only then will they realized that they have decapitated their own leadership for as a precautionary measure only Loginovsky, the instigator, knew of the plot and only he had a double present, the rest were originals. The real Loginovsky suffered a ruptured aneurysm at 08:41 this morning when a read/write loop error caused an internal memory bank to overheat the resulting hemorrhage destroying all higher brain functions. Several months ago and thanks to our own intelligence corps we were able to identify the specific IFF code Loginovsky's body uses to identify nanomachines. Of course we couldnt kill him immediately. Instead we released a swarm of forty nanomachines each half the size of a mitochondria in his presence which over time scraped away the wall of a cranial blood vessel while depositing lipids designed to expand when thermally activated. The technology to discover this is some nine or so centuries beyond mankind but even when the body is found the Russian state cannot invent a cause nor they can the authorities say that this is the real Loginovsky without undermining their narrative, his death being so publicly declared at the Duma and since intersolar law strictly prohibits the cloning of heads of state they cannot claim the man killed in the explosion was a double. Their own plot gave us cover to make secondary eliminations which of course tips our hand but which coupled with the aforementioned loss in leadership has at last averted war.

No shit, said Dachni. Why couldnt ye tell ems? Thems other smarties?

If DESEC is caught unawares then theres an excellent chance the SGB doesnt know. There was a slim possibility our intervention would be discovered but would go ahead with the plan to give us the impression we had succeeded but by their response and from other indications we are in the clear. We needed to know in case we had to act immediately.

What if theys still a war?

The snake strikes with its head not its tail. Leaked documents will implicate Dementyev in the sabotage and yet he is also now in sole control of the government. Perhaps he may guess what happened but how many people are truly upset that theyve been given the kingdom keys? His options are either consolidate his position or face a future of shared political power in which he is perpetually contending with usurpers. We suspect he will choose what option favors him best. Of course we cant eliminate all suspicion and this will eventuate in a war. But for now its postponed and later we may find means to postpone it again and again and again and again if we can.

Its cause yallser enemies anyhowts. Whyd they think it weres you.

Yes. Seventeen what was your theory on evading capture for crime?

The agent was slouched deep in its chair, its legs crossed. It downed its drink and poured itself another glass. Remove the need to commit the crime.

Say what?

Suppose you want to rob someone. How do you go about not getting caught?

Dachni considered this. Steal really good? An no sees.

No. You elevate yourself to the position where you no longer need to steal. If poor become rich.

What? But if ye aint of steal why do it?

And there is your answer.

Dachni clutched her consternated pate and Holnifa fixed her fingertips upon a hemisphere of hers as well as though to aid her cogitations. And there was her brilliance, the child's. Thass jessa hellerbel world.

It is the reality we inhabit. Remove the motive you remove the suspicion. Almost without exception the obvious cause is accepted as the cause entire. Few ever permit themselves to look past the veneer. Because much of our motivations are hidden especially to ourselves flattery is the favored past time. It is the only shareable vanity. In keeping with this the successful criminal cultivates an identity anathema to the crimes he intends to commit. The criminal is sepulchered under layers of personality. The father, the son, the locksmith, the brother, the uncle, the volunteer, the reader, the fool, the dilettante, the soldier, the leader, the moralist. All of these can be wrapped over the same person and underneath them all can be the criminal. The idea that these identities can be concomitant with the criminal is unthinkable for an investigator, even an experienced one, will quail at the overlaps between himself and his quarry.

The pilot smiled. If thee shares this much with me why should thy viler part not be part of me?

The agent clinked his glass against the bottle. A criminal does not violate the law because of necessity but because he must filter himself from mankind. There are some who will starve to death before they steal and there are many who must feel true pangs before they can be induced to appropriate another's property. These are not criminals though we punish them as such. These are men satisfying the natural instinct towards survival. Criminality does not confer insight. The criminal hides himself among the needy and clothes himself in their reasons because he is as afraid of himself as anyone. But those are true criminals. Not successful criminals. Hundreds of thousands of years of history have not been enough to convince the public that their behavior is almost totally derived from the foundational emotions and instincts of which they are mostly ignorant. So a man of means steals and his wealth is his protection. An investigator might think he understands greed but cannot debride it to see the rage that birthed it. And if he sees that he might not understand where the rage comes from. The jealousy and envy that finally drove the thief to theft. Except he may learn in his discovery that the thief does not imagine himself a thief. And then maybe he might perceive the wounded pride stemming from unfulfillable desire sourced in the disgust for his shared humanity. The criminal has above all the surety of his separateness. But at the bottom he is denied what everyone is denied. He cannot be as a god. He cannot shape the world to his will. But like Zeno's arrow the distance from the surface to that infinite pit is infinitely divisible. Few can find the pit and none can see its end. There is no end.

The pilot laughed. But apotheosis? Isnt that exactly Matthias' promise in gestalt?

The agent tilted his head slightly and back. It didnt answer.

Just before eleven o clock the city klaxons came alive and the girls looked up from their half constructed hamlet of toy blocks out the window and saw like a spill of oil a shimmering membrane enclose the city. The shields. Bells were ringing in the streets and even from behind the glass they could palpate the fear. Scared city. The cars vanishing. In some minutes not so much as a cat in sight. Even the birds flown. They went back to their toys but the klaxons blared on and on and Dachni crashed her fists into the keep and unfolded them among the wreckage. The horror! The horror!

The mother came for her daughter. Dachni followed calling repetitiously like a broken doll.

They prayed, the family, by the window. Sat on rugs bowing to the east in singsong intonings.

Later Juraiska informed them that the Russian Federation had declared war against the plemena beyond the Urals and the colonial government had negotiated air corridors through which they might pass over the Urals to attack.

But the shields did not go down and in bed Dachni and Holnifa lay oppressed in each others arms.

сен қорқып тұрсың ба?

Tryin not ta be fraid. Жоқ

Holnifa found the self-inflicted wounds upon the child's arm.

Саған не болды? she cried.

Dachni put her fingers from the cuts. Wered an accident. Ye know the word accident? Means aint on purpose. It werent on purpose.

Perhaps Holnifa believed this. She hugged the child closer. Will you come back?

Will you stay?

Two days later Holnifa went into surgery. The shields had not come down and the rain was pounding out a low electric hum against it. Dachni bravely set assured her of the very best of outcomes and promised to be her first sight upon waking. And was. Sharing her gurney, untangled in the myriad wires and hoses hooked into her. Holnifa with effort turned to receive her friend's kiss. After a while she slept.

She underwent intensive physical therapy. On her first appointment her doctor asked that she pick up a steel mess cup. It took some trying to move the arm but when she finally did grab the cup it crumpled in her hand as though it were paper. The doctor opened a panel in the arm and adjusted the maximum amount of PSI the arm could induce. He explained through a translator that she needed to understand the strength of her augmentations. People can be hurt. Holnifa moved her arm awkwardly. Her fingers twitched. In a few days she could write her name with a pen designed to break under minutest pressure. The mother was given a picture pamphlet detailing the exercises her daughter would need to perform on a daily basis to gain full functionality. After a full week she was discharged.
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Ive been really slow with the updates mostly because I wanted to do some fine tuning that I never really got around to doing. As a note I started a second, much smaller project, set in the same universe, in the same time frame as MT, which I should have published in a six or seven months depending. Updates will be returning to a once a week schedule.
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On her last night at the Aiegietti a banquet was held in which several persons of national state and emissary attended. Also some of business. All in the grand hall at a newer table wider by half than what it had replaced so that the pilot shared the table head with Dachni and Mai-kin. There were no musicians, no entertainments. The food catered, the champagne store bought and the tinted curtains drawn to perfect frame the dusky sun.

Two kings, declared Seabrook raising his glass, diametrically balanced that maintains our carious state cuius est solum eius est usque ad coelum et ad inferos.

The glasses rose not without some hesitation.

Chinaberry, muliebral and of prominence in real estate, professed confusion. Whos the second king?

Seabrook looked at the empty chairs at the opposite head of the table. Matthias of course.

Another tradesman, Bejeck, was leaning on an elbow scrutinizing the table intensely. The toast lingered in the air. His alone, with the cups of the aienee, were not raised.

Up with your glass, said Seabrook.

Seabrook the posh.

Of the guests several hailed from the army and these allowed themselves to chuckle derisively.

Theres an honorific you can pin on your chest.

The general who had commented had a star on each shoulder, a tassel thrown over the right, and he had turned up his trouserleg to keep the blood gold braid from touching the floor on which he sat.

Hes an endless amusement for an investment broker, said Seabrook with an eyeroll. But what in god's name are you about? Tell me.

Im studying the seating, said Bejeck. The layout, the balance of the table. He spread his hands and wobbled them up and down as though they were scales weighing. Bad company, good food, better champagne but the dagestai is drinking a beer.

Does she drink champagne? wondered a colonel. He leaned to address the pilot. Or is it he? Theres been some confusion regarding that. Care to enlighten us?

I was born male, said the pilot. And later castrated against my will.

Feigned sympathy that showed more hostility than commiseration flashed on the faces and was almost immediately forgotten.

I guess uh you werent always dagestai then.

No.

Tough luck on that account. Howd you make rank?

I was in the maegatchka, the army, as a forward observer. When my iagiit, roughly two regiments, command staff was decimated I assumed command and took the stronghold of Hastigatti, from which my surname, Hasti is derived.

Must have been a tough fight if the UE thought you needed to have a name for it.

We clawed down the walls. Out of forty-seven thousand assaulters nineteen survived.

Goddamn. You never heard of a pyrrhic victory?

What about the enemy? How many casualties did you inflict?

All of them.

Well, said the general, heres to you hammering out your name.

The glasses some, rose, tilted, dropped down to the table.

Goes to show, began a colonel, that anyone with the proper aptitude can rise in the ranks. The military is the great equalizer.

Her nameplate read Rosier. She looked at the pilot for confirmation. Isnt that right.

Please, begged Bejeck. Theres no equality. A man goes in is ruled like a dog, beaten like a dog and lucky if he gets put down like a dog. God forbid he outlast his use then the boot gets right in his ass and out on the streets you go.

Where youll be ready to loan to him at 34%.

Bejeck jabbed a finger at the colonel. Im up front about my practices. Im not the guy who installs recruiters at every corner and has them spin fairy tales about the noble life.

Im more interested, said Chinaberry, about what exactly it is you were trying to figure out.

About the table seating?

Yeah, tell us.

Yeah. I was saying I was studying the seating. Im here, Im a financial entrepreneur. I have you good men of uniform to my right, the ambassador to goddamn Bulgaria, Chairman Pelson, Im across from other hooligans of my ilky-

A bald hooligan apparently.

And with a waistline that would make a bear jealous.

-and then I look north. What am I seeing? Children on the dagestai's right, Mister Mai-kin on her left, another shosti, and then an android. I dont know what you do.

The agent looked gloomily down the table. I work in agriculture.

Seabrook perked. Same as me. Are you with Lield and Hassely?

No.

Pershing Growth?

Government.

Ah.

Oh, said Bejeck nodding. Agriculture. So Im seeing this and wondering. What does this mean? I mean theres two four six seven people between me and the kids. Kazakhs right?

The Kazakhs were wary of this company in their funeral dress. The mother admitted slowly their ethnicity.

Bejeck smiled. Im trying to understand this.

Seabrook popped a crab rangoon into his mouth and washed it down with his champagne. Why does it have to mean anything?

Because it does, Bejeck said chuckling. Or put it this way. It doesnt have to mean something but it does. Im curious.

Major General Egeux finished his glass and refilled it. I think the meaning is obvious.

That the dagestai did not invite us.

Exactly.

Thats what Im thinking. Ive never met you before. Never sought a meeting but two days ago I get an invitation. Now if you didnt invite us then why are we here?

The champagne is poisoned, said Juraiska flatly.

The generals gagged. Chinaberry smiled nervously. Some food was spit out but Bejeck laughed.

I like that. Playing it off. But I cant get over it. Why are we here? I mean whats the scam? You have high ranking officers, leaders of industry and finance, government officials, Kazakhs. A Kazakh with a top of the line augment. Whats the job? What are we doing in Kazakhstan? I mean come on what is it were doing here? We might as well skip the foreplay and rip right into the business.

Theres nothing, said the pilot.

Getting the feel first. Alright. Alright. I can work with that.

Seabrook recovering cleared his throat nervously though the nervousness quickly left as he thusly spoke: I
suppose since the reason of our convening is temporarily denied us it might better serve the time to come together and figure what can be done now that we are here. As Mr. Bejeck astutely observed I think none of you here would disagree with me when I said the members of this table carry significant influence in every area of this country's life.

The eagle perched on my lapel means I ferry coffee from a pot to a general, said Rosier.

Laughter rippled through the officers.

No no really no false modesty. If memory serves both you and your colleague, Colonel Lourdes, are cyber security experts. I believe both of you have published articles. Miss. Lourdes I believe yours concerned virtual ecosystems which frankly I found quite compelling and I dont know how anyone could read your arguments and come away with any other impression that this regime is focused far more on maintaining its virtual dominion as you put it then with managing the actual city which supports it. I found particularly compelling your insight that the way the homo sapiens population levels are maintained seem more of an afterthought meant to placate us rather than promote us as equal partners. I also fear, me personally, although you didnt put it quite so explicitly but I couldnt help draw the conclusion that the regime would be all too happy to have a war with Russia as a means to tilt the balance of power even more in Matthias' favor. You Mr. Rosier your article...Im sorry the title escapes me. Really a wonderful title.

A Quaternity of Renaissances.

Yes. Wonderful title I dont know how I forgot but in it you, quite correctly in my opinion, prophesize that the age of the virtual is now entering an obsolescence it would have entered centuries ago if it hadnt been for that terrible cataclysm of irrationality.

Im sorry I didnt read this article, said Chinaberry.

Rosier drained his cup and refilled it. The thrust of my article was that since basically we now have the technology to augment fetuses and have the augmentations develop over the course of the term and mature with the child this negates the need to outsource both labor and calculation to automation. Later theres talk of encoding these augmentations into DNA, not genetic engineering per say. For example. Cognitive enhancement. A microchip to develop in the brain would be fed by supplements of silicon, copper, gold, administered by osmosis and constructed by nanomachines at the appropriate time in fetal development. These would be self-replicating and could be passed on to succeeding generations without further intervention. So it removes the need for machines. Or conscious machines.

Exactly, interjected Seabrook. Now from my understanding that technology is not far off.

And youre an agriculturalist, said Bejeck.

Yes I am, said Seabrook.

And this technology could feasibly be written into say a cereal and transmitted to those who ate them. Or any other food group. Or comestible.

Rosier nodded as though to concede partially the validity of his thought. Thats not how it would work but you could do something similar. Its very technical.

And so were all here, said Bejeck again. Obviously no accident. And considering recent events. Assassination of the leader of our regional competitor. What do we do?

Well to start we might try normalizing relations, said Seabrook.

A heart bleeder said the brigadier.

I am deadly serious. Even before the assassination I think the suspension of trade served only to deteriorate relations. And now new leadership has been installed and lets stay clear of the conspiracy theories about that but let us seize the moment. Thresh when the wheat is green you know? Certainly Im not excusing any of the grotesque transgressions committed by the Russian government but I dont believe that this country has acted any less deplorably towards our near neighbors. Need I remind you of the terrible excesses of the army of plunderers and manquellers hired by a one eyed slaver who shrewdly argued against, successfully argued again, an official military response so as to maintain the appearance of respecting the demilitarized zone but which a moment so epochal would have fully justified. This security force as it has come to be revealed by survivors degenerated almost immediately into what can only be described as a sanctioned genocide on a completely defenseless people while securing plausible deniability but is there any real doubt that this was not the intent from the beginning. That is a rhetorical question by the way. And while I can understand the predicament of you and your crew dagestai I feel it was absolutely criminal to keep news of your arrival secret for as long as it was. I think it was very crafty that you established relations first with a smaller power, I suppose the logic was superior technology might negate the advantages of a smaller power as opposed to a large one. I cannot fault you for that but nevertheless the fact of the matter is your arrival was used as an excuse for an illegal annexation of territory and the inexcusable slaughter and displacement of many hundreds of thousands.

Mai-kin looked to the pilot.

Juraiska sipped his beer. On behalf of the dagestai I apologize that every last of my friends, many of whom I knew since childhood, died upon arrival.

Seabrook clucked his tongue in a toss of his head. Dont mistake me I dont blame you. But your arrival did precipitate a deluge of bloodshed that had up to that point been kept in check.

You might want to close your mouth, said Egeux.

Seabrook turned his finger to the general. I will not sir. I am not an officer in the army I have a right to speak and all the ribbons on your breast cannot compel me to silence. Now that genocidal piece of history aside I want to ask you dagestai your opinion on a matter of agricultural significance. I am by birth and trade an agriculturalist. Your people it is my understanding developed along different lines but in human history agriculture marked the downward trend of nomadism which even in this age isnt fully eradicated. Stability though, regular rhythms in civil life were the foundations which gave rise to the first city states and civilizations. Agriculture served the same purpose for mankind as the invention of the musket did for the aienee. If I could draw for your benefit a picture of a bacterial culture in a petri dish. A bacteriologist puts a strain in a specified environment with conditions amicable to its thriving and that is on a much larger scale the way of the human species. The better the conditions the better the society and culture except that now the petri dish is benefacted our harmed by policies, personalities, entertainment, housing, transportation, and a myriad of other factors. Now we have the rescindance of the Hines Act. Poultry, cereals, vegetables, fruits, almost everything comestible, all already under intense regulation is with the repeal illegal to sell in Russian markets which despite our hostilities was our largest trading partner. Now there was an article in the Horizon Gazette yesterday that reported near famine conditions in northern Russia. Tell me is that how a culture thrives? Our policies are serving to back them into a corner where there only option is war thereby creating a virulent and terrible strain. The policies of this government are draconian, undemocratic, and laugh all of you I believe in democratic ideals. I am an idealist. And ok laugh shed your scorn on me but I am not naive. Idealism is not the idea that perfection can be sustainably achieved but that for a brief moment it might shine through and if at the right moment alter the course of the world. In this country we do not have a realistic or sustainable diplomatic agenda. Tell me dagestai, because I really do want to know your opinion, what would your response be to a foreign rival, on your border, who had occupied your historical agricultural region, annexed an enormous section of your territory while you were under military investment, while your own people are suffering almost every privation that a sentient being can suffer. How could you in good conscience not act?

Stockton, a scientician of the military variety and the second most ranking officer at the table, replied on the pilot's behalf. Because to think rapprochement is the appropriate response is to ignore three centuries of provocations. Considering the outrages weve endured this country has been heroically restrained in our responses.

Im appalled you would have the audacity to call annexing an entire mountain range restraint.

It was yielded. We take what is in our interests.

War is in our interests? said Chinaberry.

Egeux knocked the base of his butter knife against the table. Relax youll make money.

We are denied a significant and historical market.

I doubt you cant find a blacker market.

Chinaberry scoffed in time with Seabrook.

Stockton would know what mental deficiencies the traders suffered from. It would take a serious case of amnesia to believe that recent developments would cause any change in the expansionist agenda everyday espoused by Moscow of whom Dementyev has been the most notorious advocate.

And I would remind you general, countered Seabrook, of our neighbor's history. For all your military learning you seem to have forgotten that the Russians have endured eight major invasions by Mongols, Napoleon, Poland-Lithuania, Germany, the United States, the TransBaltic states, China and most recently by those murderous hordes from across the mountains. All wars of aggression fought on their territory. You would have to be the most biased chauvinist to not concede that their paranoia if you can call wariness that, is if not justifiable then at least understandable.

I dont need to understand anything.

Yes yes I am sure that you received your stars by worshiping at the altar of ignorance.

The general flushed began to bluster but Seabrook went on.

In light of your statement I say their sentiments are fully justifiable. Fully justifiable with officers like yourself who profess the most grovelling fondness for violent solutions to anything more complex than starting a car. Thank you for your input sir but I do not believe further discussion would be useful.

Now you listen here.

Seabrook threw his napkin in his lap. I repeat I do not believe further discussion to be useful.

A vein was throbbing in the general's temple.

For a minute no one spoke. Chinaberry tapped out a beat on the table. Then she inquired of the older general if he felt war was in the country's interest.

Egeux replied measuredly. I think whatever secures the future of this nation is in its interests. Whether the route into future history is one where we and Russia coexist in a compact, one where Russia is expunged from the earth, or some medium between I cant say. I am a prophet insofar as a historian is a prophet in reverse. But without even making an historical appeal the simple truth is that right or wrong, justified or unjustified, Moscow is and has been on a war footing and has not signaled anything that could be interpreted as a desire to deescalate. I think the question of whether or not its in our interests is irrelevant.

But why would you-

Act against your own interests? Theres a bar down the street. Go ask every drunk who's ruined a marriage, destroyed a car, lost his house, beat his children, why he continues to drink knowing that the drink is the source of his problem?

Its not the same, pouted Chinaberry.

It isnt terribly different. I dont pretend to understand why were fighting and I dont have the time to stop and figure it out, even if it could be figured out. What made you want to become a supplier to the army?

I didnt, it was chance. We manufactured prefabs and there was a contract out for field housing.

Ok. What makes a mosquito suck blood? What makes a moon orbit a planet? Biology. Laws of physics. The point being is tendency is in all things the cause of which is sometimes intelligible and discoverable, sometimes not. The more primitive the system the more obscure the cause. What makes us fight goes back to abiogenesis. Im sure for a long time there were molecules that in their self-replication didnt eat each other and my theory would be that they flourished in the ancient seas until whatever resource they fed on became scarce and then whatever set of molecules first mutated to ingest its neighbor flourished until there was nothing left to eat or something mutated to eat it and then you had things that wanted to eat and didnt want to be eaten. If you look at a nation like a single celled organism then to my mind it becomes intelligible. A nation eats and knows other nations eat. Gentemophagy.

You mean germs eat germs? Is that a word?

I kind of invented it. Its supposed to be Latin.

Very nice. Though I think youre plagiarizing from mercantile theory.

Dont you swear by the laws of market?

In the market.

Didnt you say everything is merchantable?

Chinaberry inclined her head curiously, her lips queerly parted as though to chastise by private gesture but it was done and none failed to realize the implications of this revelation. Among the ensuing lurid mockery that cackled out an inquiry from one of the uncles would have been lost had it not been amplified by Juraiska and what it was he wanted to know was what would happen if there were war. A question which Juraiska himself derided but which the uncle insisted be answered by the men of uniform.

You mean with your family? said Egeux.

Yes my family, said the uncle.

I assume from your being at this table you carry significant favor with the dagestai. Probably she already has arrangements for you and your family's evacuation if there should be a flashpoint.

Juraiska translated.

I no want to move, he said angrily. He formed an X with his crossed wrists and swung them outward like wings spreading. We do not move. In last war. Most family die. American shoot us. Taypalar shoot us. We have bomb. Our sheep. Our goat. Our camel. Bomb our home. We dont fight. I am lose six brothers. My father. My grandfather, my grandmother. We dont fight. Why fight us?

Egeux exhaled up into his trimmed mustache. He smiled an embarrassed smile and proceeded into the authoritative and euphemistic mode which men of rank enjoy speaking in when describing the reality of their professions.

While its the policy of colonial forces to under no circumstances knowingly target noncombatants it is a regrettable aspect of conflict that civilians are inadvertently exposed to fighting. We take seriously our responsibility to minimize any collateral damage and take appropriate precautions to that end but in an evolving theater where everywhere is potentially an immediate battlespace it often isnt feasible to evacuate or even notify civilians beforehand. I understand the displacement conflict causes and I personally am committed to making every reasonable accommodation. Were a war to spill over into your living areas I can assure you that the appropriate agencies would establish camps for your housing and hopefully even before that establish and enforce blue zones.

The uncle wanted to know why such zones hadnt been established in the latest war.

The general shrugged. The war happened too fast. It hardly lasted two months in our AO.

The pilot leaned to the struggle who was straining to understand. The general means to say that he gives not a single fuck about you and that if the men under his command shoot your nephews then the practice they acquire in marksmanship will have been worth the sacrifice and if they rape your sister and niece then it is simply an ugly veridical of military operations.

Egeux slammed his fist on the table. Goddammit I didnt mean that at all.

The pilot smiled. Remember poor fool whose table you disturb.

Mai-kin was laughing silently.

I will not be maligned, Egeux growled, wiping his lips and throwing down his napkin.

I did not excuse you.

I can see that I am not no longer welcome at your table.

You were never welcome at my table.

Then please explain why Im here. I have other business I could be conducting.

We understand esteemed general, said Mai-kin, that you believe you have other business but for the very service you are officered in it is not for you to decide. So remain at this table until I relieve you of it.

Id rather resign my commission.

Undress then. You can resign to me. We are integrated into the services. If you do though your freedom will be shortlived and you will find yourself unceremoniously drafted into the infantry as a private and deployed to the front.

The general sat but the Kazakhs excused themselves and quickly the girls exeunt.
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Heh would that I were. But hey August 11th I compete in Philadelphia in Jiu Jitsu. So well see how that goes.
I wlil admit that JJ is mildly less useful than a BJ, or even a BJJ, ok reading.
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On her last night at the Aiegietti a banquet was held in which several persons of national state and emissary attended.(Passive voice, over-long. A attended a banquet) Also some of business (what?). All in the grand hall at a newer table wider by half than what it had replaced (too much info, who cares, does this further the plot?) so that the pilot shared the table head with Dachni and Mai-kin. There were no musicians, no entertainments (I usually hate negatives, but this has purpose). The food catered, the champagne store bought and the tinted curtains drawn to perfect frame the dusky sun A list, this is not a sentence- use "was").

Two kings, declared Seabrook raising his glass, diametrically balanced that maintains our carious state cuius est solum eius est usque ad coelum et ad inferos. (makes no sense, where are the speech marks, where is the sentence structure?)

The glasses rose not without some hesitation. (why this sentence structure? No glasses rose, stop writing passive")

Chinaberry, muliebral and of prominence in real estate, professed confusion. Whos the second king? ("""")

Seabrook looked at the empty chairs at the opposite head of the table. Matthias of course. (is this omniscient? If not, who is the POV character?)

Another tradesman, Bejeck, was leaning on an elbow scrutinizing the table intensely. The toast lingered in the air. His alone, with the cups of the aienee, were not raised. (Split infinitive)

Up with your glass, said Seabrook. ("")

Seabrook the posh. (who is thinking this?)

Of the guests several hailed from the army and these allowed themselves to chuckle derisively.

Theres an honorific you can pin on your chest.

The general who had commented had a star on each shoulder, a tassel thrown over the right, and he had turned up his trouserleg to keep the blood gold braid from touching the floor on which he sat.

Ok fellah, comments in brackets. Is this omniscient or close third? You also use ten words to say two. It paints a great picture but you are careless with your brush strokes. You are welcome to attack me with your JJ.
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@chinspinner Haha tis bien Spinner wordiness is a sin Im consistently guilty of. I also forgo quotation marks though whether thats a sin I know not. Other grammatical anomalies I simply indulge in, I can neither defend nor advocate tis simply how this playa rolls.

To answer your narration question its a kind of dirty omniscience. The narrator, whose identity we dont know, slavishly follows a single character but he does gots opinions and from time to time he interjects. But there are also moments when character thoughts break through. In most of my work I restrict this to the protagonist although in MT the pilot occasionally ventilates herself of musings. But that hasnt happened yet so no worries there.

It may be and lord knows I may be wrong, but perhaps whats throwing you off is that the protagonist followed, Dachni, is merely an observer here. Everything you see is what shes hearing and observing. It doesnt make sense for her really to contribute to the conversation. She knows nothing of the subject, shes only a kid, like Donny shes out of her element and she doesnt have the kind of personality that would impel her to say anything.

I do know that length is always a problem for me (thats what she said) so I did set the task of writing shorting stories. Novellas mostly and in the same universe so I dont feel like Im slacking. I posted an excerpt of the current novella on my blog, and jesus christ I have a blog I feel like such a hipster. I actually worry one day Ill be in a coffee shop typing away and some gang of college opsimaths will saunter up, the Turtleneck Stranglers and kind of low key and effeminate be like: Hey bitch. Whatcha doin bitch and Ill be like just you know just kind postin stuff for my blog and they be like oh youre a blogger bitch. Wheres your cardigan bitch and I wouldnt know and theyd probably take my drink and sip it and be like Mm a skinny dolce mocha frappuchino but bitch why is there only one shot of espresso bitch. And from there god knows what would be happen but the security footage would probably pan away while Morgan Freeman voice overed: I wish I could tell you that blue fought the good fight and that the sisters let him be but Starbucks is no fairy tale world...



In the hall all were glad to be away form the table but not all were ready to turn in and the mother fussed her girls for whence did they conceive themselves to be going? Dachni told of the lobby bar where she had not yet gone to draw her daily ration of three drafts and post supper spirit. The mother disapproved but the uncles interceded and then the brothers also wanted to patronize the establishment and where in better safety could it be done than here and at last the mother relented to a curfew of ten not to be exceeded.

The riuk mounted the bar on his knees and bowed so low to the approaching children that he overbalanced and the girls dashed forward to push him back up with their fingertips. The brothers slid atiptoe into their stools and the girls climbed into theirs and there reclined in the rainshade of a halant for the riuk was not risen and on a dare Holnifa tickled the ends of his betentacled head and squealed in delight at their lively reactions. The riuk straightened.

Serrve you I how?

Takes suh beers. What kindsa could key like?

The Kazakhs had not had beer before. The riuk set before them a tray lagers, ales, pilsners, bocks to taste. They sipped from each and an oud bruin which because her brothers liked for the sourness Holnifa liked too. Dachni sipped a measure.

Bwahh.

It is not bad.

Sterrible but ye git yer want.

Holnifa, nose upturned in pseudo aristocratic deign veered it left, right, and higher with each curt enunciation. I will do.

In their drinking the brothers fell into exaggerations that as the empty steins accumulated grew into lies that morphed into outright impossibilities. Hunting feats. Foes vanquished. Steeds broken. They bemoaned the poor selection of theirage girls residing in the desert and the girls took their beers and went wandering.

They exited the foyer into a corridor hung with crystal chandeliers at intervals and compartmentalized by french doors of clearest glass and volute handles. The walls bracketed by cavetto friezes in which some alien scripture were inscribed. Along a back gallery pophigatic through which the efficiency lights above made doorways on the parquet with its carved moil of figures so that they seemed portals to a nether where the dead were freezed in the expiration of their mortality. Holnifa who had not even heard rumors of these gray blights upbeared their weals rectangular edifices as though in a sweven mad threatening were it woke and she could see the city topdown she might have divined the subtle bobeche formed for to steer away the sewage. Her mechanical fingers palpating the contorted braille of thousands relieved in the wall. All these beings of age. Then is Maeri-geltin her fingerpad falling into his outheld palm as though she herself were the answering deity entreated to displace the monster's chaw out his entrails.

They let themselves into an unlit room even floored to their relief.

Fines a light.

Holnifa winged out her arm and a coverlet of her wrist slid back and a clear bead rose from a hollow and filled
the room with light.

Whoad.

Very cool.

They were in a locutory. A leather covered triclinium surrounded a rectangular pit in the noir belge overlaid with a cleaned gridiron. A baby grand. They slapped chaos out of the keys then examined the urn atop it. A pictographic tale told but not the two dimensional mode of Egypt, no they knew depth. Here is the hero ahome and here the drafters of the yage. And he is mustered to a boat with arms and in the journey fights a monster of the river and bests it and then the soldier is in another land warring. A spear wounds him in a siege. He falls sick. He fights sick upon plains. In his penultimate scene the soldier has turned his musket against himself. And then he is home. Bookshelves lined the walls. Holnifa pulled down Madness, Lust, and the Passion of the Sacrament by Ebbener M. Galeotti. She asked for a read but Dachni studied her fingernails and asked why and Holnifa guessed correctly at her reluctance. She replaced the book and let herself be led to and laid upon one of the klinai. Dachni held her close. The arm was dead cold.

Int et sposed ta stay warm?

Sposed to.

Dachni fretted the arm try to see what it would do under various abuses. Shaking, flicking, flapping. Nothing. The index finger concealed a laser. Emerald beam. Her middle digit uncapped to reveal a butane lighter. Her ring an omnitool, her pinkey a series of cables male and female. Along the ulnar diamonds were embedded and Dachni thought them illusions but they were real.

Caint ye make it warm?

Мен қалайша білмеймін.

Figger it later. Ok?


Ok.

Қалайсың?


Жақсырақ.

Is yer gitten treated well?

Holnifa told her things in the village had settled. That she was no longer odded against her mother, that several children had come forth to befriend her and that she had kept their home until the diminished horde moved north.

Is ye wished to a sister?

Say what is sister?

Never mind. Апай. Апай.

Менің қарындасым бар еді.

Never told ye wassed. Howd she die?

Ол болды...

не?

Holnifa said she didnt want to say.

Musta been fuckin awful.

Holnifa said it was.

Is ye missed her?

Иә.

Ets ok.

Is not.

Retort this? And cheapen loss with a platitude. Dachni declined. Loss unrectifiable. No catechism can alleve nor rite right for theirs is the orbit of a weeping cavity a child once had occupied. And she saw the powerlessness of god and cupped her friend's trochanter outcrops and curling her fingers upwards fanned them down under her waistband and ran her tongue along the delicate lobe of an ear and admonish the wincing object of her comfort to stillness but she was shrimping away from the invasion of the breach and facing her molester was gripped firmly by the nape and her lips received the mashing press of lips and she struggled moaning and pulling up her knees between them pushed and Dachni clattered on the tessera.

Dachy!

Dachni leapt to her feet and swung a fist that ferried left the solicitous face of her friend in a blood spat. Holnifa cupped her gushing mouth. The bruise already creeping across her flushed cheeks and a front tooth and cuspid sputtered out. Dachni's fists trembled at her side but then Holnifa began to cry. The child reached out but Holnifa ran her fleetly way Dachni could not match even were it not for her peroneals' quail at every other step. When she reached the foyer Holnifa was already joined to her brothers on the staircase but it was not their confused concern that made her fly but the terror in her friend.
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@dazere You know I never read pynchon


Some hours later a riuk opened the closet door and gave a cursory lookabout at the custodial clutter of cleaning supplies and metal shelving and washsink and moved on. At another many houred interval Juraiska opened the door and closed it and rolled away the mop bucket behind which a sossed Dachni cowered in chemical stink.

He set her on a bar stool and gave her a nonalcoholic beer to sip. Manservants were porting body bags to a van docked to the embassy and the black tarp bulged for the bodies within, even the barest terror legible in the contours of the faces like things alive in their ingesting. And they were some alive. The bags rustling perceptibly. The porters heaved the bagged dead into the van one atop the other and when the last body had been stacked a shalki slammed shut the doors, first those of the transport and then the embassy. The van started and then gravel hammered at the doors as the wheels found their traction and then the roar pulled away into a concord like itself distant and distinct.

On her second beer the pilot came down. Dachni hobbled to her carrying arms and was lifted up and her hair brushed back.

Lets go for a ride.
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Youíd like Pynchon. Heís a mindfuck like you. Some of his novels I couldnít finish because they go too deep, and I was busy trying to figure out Joyce in my prime. But youíd probably like Pynchon.
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I'll have to check him out then. Ive heard things mostly the same things Id heard about Wallace and truth be told I never got through Infinite Jest
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I'll have to check him out then. Ive heard things mostly the same things Id heard about Wallace and truth be told I never got through Infinite Jest


I finished infinite jest but it was a chore. Wallace slows down time and paints excruciatingly detailed pictures of mundane articles. Iím not a huge fan. Wallace is also more ďhipĒ for lack of a better word.
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Hohoho I still remember whats his name waiting for his dealer to show up. That was a trip. Tell you the truth sometimes I get the feeling IJ was unintentionally a really long anti-drug pamphlet.

Although after I read the toothbrush scene I immediately went out and bought a new one.
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Hohoho I still remember whats his name waiting for his dealer to show up. That was a trip. Tell you the truth sometimes I get the feeling IJ was unintentionally a really long anti-drug pamphlet.

Although after I read the toothbrush scene I immediately went out and bought a new one.


I keep mine in a case in a secret spot in my closet. Iím kind of a germaphobe too.
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Heh Ive backed up TFA and MT to secrets they lord. I actually have the uncut manuscript of TFA, the one that topped out at 1k+ pages hidden on the moon.

I really wish we could store information in liquid form. Say store a copy of Moby-Dick in a bottle of Jim Bean And the more you drank the more you had the book swirling round in your cerebral bits. I imagine there would be complications with splicing novels into alcohol but by god those are problems Id pay to work out.

Edit: Postscript note for a bit of advertising. I took a break from MT to work on a short story thats nearing completion wayyy faster than I thought it would. Its called Federated and follows a conscript in the Russian Army, Retyunskikh Svyatoslav Tarasovich. Its contemporary to the events of MT and about as pared down as I think I could manage. Should release before the year ends. I think going forward what Ill do is work on MT for three months and then take a month or so break to write a short because as I was reminiscing I realized I have worked on TFA and MT no shit for almost nine years straight every day. Which is wonderful I love working on it but sometimes you have to let the gray blob work on other things.
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And Bluew PC was my new Bonamie,
I have eyes, I can see, he over compensates,
He ingratiates and fellates,
any silly arse who posts a bloody picture,
is in literature "a twat" is uselessly fat a thoroughbred prat.
He gets all annoyed, but when all his toys,
Are thrown out the pram, he is an angry piece of ham,
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@chin hahahaha aye youre right ive a gut of the beer but every man aught have a vice. Otherwise good poem, has a nice rhyme scheme
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@chin hahahaha aye youre right ive a gut of the beer but every man aught have a vice. Otherwise good poem, has a nice rhyme scheme
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Old 09-04-2018, 08:42 PM
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Which do you prefer? Rhyme or prose?
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So is Blue a thoroughbred twat and Patrick, why do you care about silly-twat photo?
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Say whaaa you dont think its a good photo?
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ffs Patrick is still pretending to be asleep
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