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((Sickbay))
MacGowan: Emirry MacGowan. It's good to finally meet you Ensign
Rayne: Likewise doctor.
MacGowan: ::Leaning back in her chair a bit.:: Tell me a little about
yourself.
Rayne: Oyh, I don't even know where to begin. :: Arthur squirmed a bit
in his chair, but quickly made up his mind. :: I guess you could blame
my grandfather for me being here. He's the one that got me into among
other things medicine.
MacGowan: ::Emirry smiled.:: Well, I'll have to thank him.
Rayne: My parents and my older brother are part of the Thayan symphony
orchestra so they travel all over federation space. When I made it
clear that i wanted some other life then that of a traveling band all
be it a pretty famous and prestigious one, even if I didn't know what
they let me stay and live with my grandfather.
:: Arthur paused for a few moments and looked around the room. ::
Rayne: As for medicine... I have to admit I'm not much of a surgeon,
barely passed the course. Working hard to improve and my fingers are
more dexterous then most its just :: Arthur paused again. :: I tend to
get lost.
MacGowan: If that's something you would like to work on, we have some brilliant
surgeons on hand that I am sure can help you.
Rayne: I do better under pressure or if someone keeps reminding me
where I am in someway. Mind bodies of people is not the only place I
get lost in. :: Arthur managed a nervous laugh and cleared his throat.
:: I did do quite well in other fields of medicine however. But
barely managing surgery and getting lost on your way to classes and
exams in the academy grounds sort of makes an impact when its time for
graduation.
MacGowan: I'm certain you will prove to be a valuable member of the team.
:: Arthur felt a weight lift from his heart and let out a sigh of
relief. Some teachers had been quite understanding and encouraged him
in to excel. Others had just seen a somewhat absentminded man who got
lost trying to cross the street. ::
Rayne: Thank you doctor thats good to hear, have to say I was more
then a little worried.
MacGowan: I was too, my first day on a real ship.
::At that moment Alina May stood at the entrance to Emirry's office.::
May: Commander?
MacGowan: ::Emirry stood, glancing at Rayne:: Ensign, this is our Chief of
Nursing, Alina May. ::Looking back at May:: What's the news?
May: Dr. Harp is still working. He is confident in her recovery. Her burns have
been, mostly, healed, he's working on her arm now.
MacGowan: Good. Have him see me personally when he's finished. I'd like to check
her progress myself.
::Just then, a combadge went off.::
Taboo: =/\= This is the Captain, Ensign's Keiren Rayne and
Michael Valentino and Lieutenant Devar, please report to my
ready room at your earliest convenience, Taboo out... =/\=
::Looking at him::
MacGowan: Best not keep the Captain waiting.
::The three of them left her officer and Em nodded her permission for Arthur to
leave.::
::Em took Alina to the side, she wanted a word with her.::
MacGowan: Was what you told me in there sugar coated?
May: I don't believe in adding 'sugar', Commander.
MacGowan: ::Em nodded.:: Good.
::Em's combadge chirped.::
Yladro: =/\= Bridge to all Senior Staff and Alpha Shift Leads, there
will be a mandatory meeting in our conference room - in one hour.
Bridge out. =/\=
::The sound had echoed almost, Em glanced behind her and noticed a woman she had
never met that had gotten the same message, before Em could Em process it, she
was on her way out and Nurse Premba was making her way towards them.::
Premba: Commander Xoet would like samples from the woman in surgery, for research.
May: I'll prepare them for him.
::Em straightened her lab coat.::
MacGowan: I'm going to observe the surgery until I need to be at the staff meeting.
((Timewarp)) ((Briefing Room))
::Em entered the briefing room about five minutes early, she had learned from
last time that the early ones were the only ones to get chairs. Em felt very
quintessential when she walked in. Her hair was down, almost bushy and she wore her lab coat, something
she normally left in Sickbay. Her deep purple eyes, however, held a tiredness,
though she's venture to say you'd have to know her pretty well to see it.::
::She took a seat next to Micheal and looked around the table. Next to her was
the young, [...]y, wet behind the ears Ensign Valentino. Em liked him, in a friendly way. He
had some interesting times ahead of him. next she saw a woman in a blue uniform, the
one from sickbay. There was something about her. She remind Em of someone. Shrugging
it off Em looked next to Rayne, her newest team member. She was anxious to see what
he was capable of him. Em had a feeling he'd surprise her. Even himself.::
::And last, but not least, she looked at their Captain. Daydan. They'd all been
so busy lately she hadn't really talked to him in awhile. Strange thing was, she missed
it. Em ran a hand through her hair, focusing a bit, and waited for the meeting to begin.::
Lt.Cmdr. Emirry Rayn MacGowan
Chief Medical Officer
USS Eagle
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((Temporary assignment notes))
::Ice nine is serving "time" for violating the temporal prime directive and creating multiple realities simultaneously: thus causing an endless rippling into the waters of existences far, wide, deep and high.::
((reporting universal realities colliding))
::Once the locations the three separate centers of the three colliding universal realities were discovered they began to intertwine.::
Ice9: oO And these are the rewards for avoiding an all out intermixture of thought, time, and space; here is where the results get put into the next universe ...and afterward things are never the same oO but they never were Oo Oo
::Ice nine navigated the NOW reality into the two others being PAST and FUTURE.::
Ice9: oO I know the systems of realities involved are here yet that any of the systems mixed is better then not. Why must I always pick and choose what to put when? Oo
::Ice nine was able to retain the integrity of the echo envelops but there are more thoughts to present for evaluations with us. Asking the sovereignty resulted in greater demands of Ice 9.::
Ice 9: I am directing the thought manifestations into the parallels of time and the infinite null space definitions.
Sovereignty: I demand you stop at once Ice 9.
Ice 9: I can maintaining the integrity of the reality echo envelops, but you must help me.
Sovereignty: We will not contaminate the past and future perfections with the contagion.
Ice 9: There is a way to compensate!!!
Sovereignty: We make no will to focus on this now.
Ice 9: You can resolve the experiences by balancing the moment.
Sovereignty: But, the new universes are in jeopardy, there is a cascade of pitted blemishes thought out the diaquantum manifestational formations.
Ice 9: Agreed, because that is due to the time variations and the definitions they are of.
::In the expressions of these universal realities they should be considered one the past; one the future; and, one is now.::
Sovereignty: But in the sense that gives you the possibilities to divine three selves and create non-congruent anti-symmetrical formations.
Ice 9: If I could explain for the moment here.
Sovereignty: It is your game you are playing - not the actual realities that exist in themselves as such.
Ice 9: There is no such thing as "the game!" you refer to this always because it is as real as it gets.
Sovereignty: Make no mistake this remains the illusions of self you have divined and in their experiences are of intermittent and still inconsistent dialectics involved with time thought and space.
Ice 9: As in the universal realities that are, and will be colliding without our control. Because in the advent of the new universal realities when that result was never known it is now from on to on and up to up-on...
Sovereignty: Right: Once upon our universal realities was the still cascading of citadels unknown.
Ice 9: Sorry to bother you again. My time is short for the moment of being.
Sovereignty: No bother, go back to your time cell for a spell, to think things out first.
tbc-maybe
Officer 2nd Class Ice nine (coded-h92o)
Time Design Officer
USS Eagle NCC 74659
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I agree there could be more Action or even actions as dialog in communication with those kinds of actions. I applaud this sim especially if they were not considering this as an entry to the top sim contest when they wrote it. Over all this is the exact size a standard sim should be. It is the right length, not too long to get lost in, not two short with too little content. Perfect size, still I have been told, that is the down fall of most sims because what I consider perfect, usually is not.
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I would like to see this happen,, I am ready to start posting sims. The basic idea is that if there are any comments by any simmer other then me I need their permission to post their parts,, right....?
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the trick I found to write about, will have to have a trick ending, but still I have not thought on how to finish it...
I am doing it in sim format which is different for me I almost always create some kind of micro-epic poem for the challenge but this time I think I need the familiarity of a trek sim setting is best for the parodying.
And so far I have a bridge command staff interactions with another ships "foolishness" as the levels of parody are mismatched - and - juxtaposed into each others fool like blindness with following their orders and comedic situations arising unanswered. about 500 words in.
-------- aside --------- I remember back in 95 when I was reading tarot cards at a cafe...One night I randomly picked up a card out of a mishmash of cards and decks and proceeded to light the card on fire... not even knowing what card I had decided to burn - later after a stay for a bit in the hospital - I found that card again, it was the trickster, or fool, of the major arcana, path zero...
-------- aside --------- "Reactions to the Fool will of course be as many and varied as the personalities and life experiences of those who confront him." - Sallie Nichols, Jung and Tarot An Archetypal Journey pp 11.
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Tony, I am not sure if you can put a poll up after the post, or if you did it, would be a new topic thread? I know there are some forums that allow post posting polls. I dont think this is one of those forums I know I can not post a poll in this forum, here but then I did not start this topic...
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Screaming and streaming tears of emotional pain braking in sight of life's end when there is nothing more to do but cry. The crying rooms of pain, over and over hurting and being hurt by ourselves when there is not one thing left for us to become inside the ever expanding circles of sky and light we ride. Where does the river of tears flow but to the ocean of sorrow when the night meets the day and the daylight dies inside the hollow feeling of empty pain? Crying and trying we moved together to the next field of expressions where there are new things so important that nothing matters yet the pain remains intense like hanging from the cliffs edge and then falling to abyss. Night opens its life to them. They stopped speaking to the wind and crying to sky, like a baby that knows no comfort there, or wherever the baby will sleep.
Puddles and puddles of tears more then the oceans would ever know… Pain like dying for no reason but just to die. And then still, but moving further, into the pain of emotional loss emotions that are shattered like the thought of love and the likeliness of a remorseful reunion where there is never the mention of love again like it was then. Went through the expressions that ever were and ever will become. Although sometimes there is companionship, sometimes the companion is just another lost cause for everything that we can know, and is nothing of importance and nothing of matter. It just becomes pointless in the sight of life and the end of being lost inside a mind that does not love, a mind that never knew it self as anything that it ever was. When there is everything that has been and gone again too, and still finding no life worthy of living inside my being as this will free me to be nothing. I tremble to find when there is everything lost to everyone's touch like my pieces that break as they find themselves. They are in turn then into themselves when things change into the future of forgotten thoughts and ideas that will never meet pen to paper - keyboard to screen.
Following the ever spiraling streams of tears the river refuses to carry down the stream to be free of life and love yet the courage of being becomes the edge of the cliff for stepping off of as in the dream of life's endless endings and beginnings. The path opens and closes with each blink of an eye as the sky flees to the other side of known reason and understood meanings. Running through the fields of perfect rustic red hues we fly like dreams of the unfolding pleats of peddles of rose and her buds of new life. Trusting in the events in three they perform undone in the light of lives long gone and seen through the impressions of thoughts that remain behind the rainbows of love, gone so fast that freaking out is not optional for even a moment of being real. What meaning does the three ways of truth make us of our thoughts as often enough, to know why? But should we ask such over obvious questions that their eventual effect will force us to ask the way out again and again instead of the way to be of thought in a mind of honest freedom in sight of the light of goodness in loves own path.
It ripped thru the very heart of hearts the very life of lives the very being essence of beings but that was expected like all broken hearts that never heal and never know how to heal themselves wondering why did the chance to love get taken by life's own fault of being real. Finding nothing of value or importance, inside the presence of thoughts, inside the few free enough to know how to love we find death so proudless that even the word sake makes no meaning of it. We know how to live and be of the essence of life itself as if there were other ways to be of essence and free. So we will open our heart over and over till it beats no further, knows nothing else, but life's ocean of tears, and broken thoughts of foundless fortune. We cry and the river dries and the streams freezes in cold ice of the summers of night when their sadness is expressed in the effort of life's without end or beginning that remembers neither and accepts both in turn of the true wheel of peace. What has taken in the thought of firry rings lining the level and leveling the life of all who were broken in the misuse of violent and abusive mixtures of hurt and pain live into and of the will that is done of ourselves in existences so obscured from being and lost in a life time of wonder.
The EX-pain of explaining what is expected of the pain of life and death and greed of love and existences poor choice of words that mean to three way thought propagation inside ones eyes and exists there by remembering we are there where all things act in time and observe the space that coats the flow of everything. I still cry hopelessly for the pain to return to the sore, the sky to break the ocean to the floor with its mighty roar. But Ex the pain out of the brain when there is time for things to brew into other brains shared like life is shared between; the rake and the raked; the clear and cleared; the stream and the streams of blissless points on a graph of round totems that alike themselves there own way to say what is wrong and with the same thing in tides under the stars of life. Ours is a way of peace and love yet mutual tolerance becomes more then just the farce or fantasy that it ever was mutual commendations and the enjoyment of being a happy being. Included in the thought of crazy crying fits of rage and remorse come the opinion that jokes know that there are questions for clowns to brood over in mania as the depression of life's losing wit of relationship in a roller coasting love hexing into the form of how do you know or what did you think.
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Tentative working concept is the hologram revolution but I am unsure what episodes mention that revolution from voyager so for now till I do the research {although the thought of revolution and such being in one with my ideas concerning life and the "pursuit of happiness" why is freedom such a important thing ... but it is important and that is why revolution without war in a peacefulness that can be equivalent to love of life inside the thoughts were/are/will be waged forever until theirs is the [some obscure tangent!]}
The hologram revolution and the negative/positive ideas and such that relate to the revolution of the holograms themselves I believe the revolution of the holograms was peaceful but then I could not find anything about it at MA or the startrek.com site so if someone remembers the voyager episode it was talked about please either post it here or PM me - as always should you or any of your Holographic's be discovered holographic central will deny any connections to you.
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Tonight I read the first several pages of the mmm well many a page in the book The Human Revolution about the creation of a sense of quality and things in that nature concerning philosophy of quality in life and education. Tonight as well I came to see the topic of these two months writing challenge to be on revolution and also the next meeting I go to will be on The Human Revolution as well... For me this is how life is. I did not plan to study the book The Human Revolution because the meeting I plan to go to will be on that book nor did I choose that book because of this topic ... I also know that the reverse is not true as well that these topics of revolution and the topic of the meeting being The Human Revolution we not made because for some strange reason I chose to open that book .. but still I know i need to read more in order to understand this topic and I will start reading my book by Jung on transformations what that will change or Revolutionize I will find out but now ... how to relate this to the trek canon is the question indeed....as what makes the revolution worthy of thought or ideas as well... the revolution is now we are becoming perfect yet imperfect being both and neither inside the now that has ever been everywhere...
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ahhh so there is open spaces in the writing of this Challenge.... mm mm I think I might go with an assimilation by the borg ... But this one will have to be cannon like mmm might have to focus my creativity in just one direction ...
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What other races had warp and could tell if we had warp?
Ferengi? or a some non-canon races? I need a clue for this one?
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I am just happy that someone actually reads what I have written...
They are all good but I don't like to critique it is a fault I am critical of in myself.
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::Bright intelligent mirrors talked to you, stared at you and one another as well. The cosmic mystic spoke first in a bending and broken form of thought patterns leaving others questioning the symbiont that was starting to over power her.::
xoette: Your relative perspectives are in need of focused attention.
h92o: Why do you think that is important?
xoette: It is important everything is important here.
h92o: Not if you think it isn't.
xoette: You know even things of that nature are of special importance when you come to them again.
h92o: Your lies are only to deceive your selves with not us or even the one that opened the door to our world.
xoet: Be kind h92o. ::looking up from the holo-monitor feeds::
xoette: xoet you can shut that door anytime now if you want!!
xoet: This is far more interesting then the rest of the planet here. They call themselves Ice Nine yet they are liquid.
h92o: You have thought that there was nothing here. You were right, yet we are now, then and until, inside the point solition of salitional dismal spirals that are inside of that.
xoet: There are not enough meanings to your riddles Ice Nine. Still there are too many to know exactly what is meant.
:: There was a rumbling within the tides of the mountain top lakes like chills of thrills in the tundra and ice. The liquid Ice Nine had shifted itselves into another form one more easily exploitable to the field variations that xoet was modulating in aphasic patterns derived from the natural rhythms of time. ::
xoet: I need more time yes if that is what you are trying to say.
h92o: What I say and what you think that it means worry me sometimes but not as of usual instances inside of the frame of reference that there is in this.
::There was little that 12 knew of these frames of reference and trying to create life from the time equations that permeated the ebb and flow of life on this planet was beginning to anger 12. Until then there was a solution to the problem of time-space pattern recognition just there was only the slightest changes that 12 could make for things to be effective within the bounds of said time-space patterns. ::
xoette: Where did ice nine go?
xoet: He did not go anywhere that is just the problem that we are concerned with.
::Xoet noticed in the abyss of the infinite variations there were endless realities forming from one another then dissolving together more or less solving each others problems in perfect progressions of time space and non-space where the non-real and real become balanced into the dimensions of life and existences themselves. For the monitors had been unraveling thread by thread stitch by stitch into the dimensionalities of absolute zero psychodynamics. The superconductor manifolds folded into themselves effortlessly. Twelve had set the systems on what might be considered autopilot but there was something else there as well it was liquid ice in a nine like formation. Now everyone knew that there was the newest new things seen within and out of this time space reference dynamics. ::
xoet: What do the reading say?
xoette: I am getting no reading at all. Nothing at all.
h92o: I was just manifesting myself into both of you at the same time. Sorry for the confusion.
xoet: Not a problem just let us know first, ok?
xoette: where were we exactly? Before this happened?
xoet: I really don't thing it matters do you?
xoette: Like I said earlier---It is important everything is important here.
h92o: I will be kind this time only draw a line not a lie and remain steady to the course you are on for you are the only one on that (of) course.
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Really thought I would not have time to write anything for this one as much as it was a question of time but in the city on the edge of forever there is always endless time to do what ever one feels like...
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if I can get the permission of the others on the resolution and there responses are well written I might submit the sim I wrote earlier but there are spelling errors that the spell check did not get such as there in place of there are where I should have put the are in after there so I've got a spelling mistake I guess I am know for that lol
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((Science Lab Observation Room--chamber one))
xoet 12: Ok seven prepare for the helmet by relaxing and allowing your sensations to go null.
::Seven shuttered at the thought of the void becoming real to It. 7 knows this is what must be done and braved up to the situation at hand. ::
xoet 7::drifting in the suspension chamber:: Let us get started now.
xoet 12: You will find now is a relative term these days.
xoet 7::smiling:: And you will find these days just as relative to now as they were then... but philosophy was not your strong point.
xoet 12: This will not hurt a bit just relax.
xoet 7::nodding with a smile:: Is the helmet on yet?
xoet 12: The helmet is in place.
::The helmet was designed at the psionic university for xoet 7 to control the psychokinetic problems It was having with become two beings at the same time. xoet 7 could do this on Its own but the two resultant beings were like one of the good qualities and the other bad qualities. Each had the opposite of the other. The helmet had the latest in psionic engineering and created a balance between the two projections of xoet seven. ::
xoet 7: Good I think this will be the try that works. ::touches hand and helmet::
xoet 12: I said no sensations relax your feelings more.
xoet 7: Sure that is easy for you to say but being told to relax is very unnerving.
xoet 12: quite quite
::Seven left It's body and created a new one at the same time. Suddenly in chamber 2 a body materialized. Both bodies xoet 7 A and xoet 7 B were sensationaless. Twelve shuttered at the thought that It's sibling had created an exact likeness of itself in the second chamber. Twelve was used to the two xoet sevens but usually one was the opposite of the other in emotions and appearance. Here The two sevens were exactly alike. As one turned left the other turned right. A look up was a simultaneous look down.::
xoet 12 oO the helmet is working but where do we go from here? Oo Seven A can you hear me?
xoet 7 B: yes A can hear you.
xoet 7 A: I know what you said B but you need a helmet too. I believe experimental helmet #9763 failed. We need to start again. Back to the field of head sets.
xoet 7 B: I think if we both try to create the helmet on me as well we can do so.
xoet 12: I think that would be best the two of you working together even in different chambers. ::Twelve feed the helmet the designs of the helmet itself for it to give the analysis needed to create a second helmet with the help of the xoet sevens.::
xoet 7 A-B: It was/will work.
::Twelve monitored the life signs of Its sibling and its counterpart closely and noted their progress. A second helmet began to form around the front of the head of xoet 7 B. the helmet was the exact opposite of the helmet that xoet 7 A had on. ::
xoet 12: Something is wrong.
xoet 7 A-B: What? We are working together perfectly.
xoet 12: No the helmet was not designed to be recreated backwards there needs to be super symmetry for that to occur.
::Xoet 12 Adjusted the controls to allow seven to reincorporate into one-self again. Walking into chamber one twelve removed the helmet from xoet seven's head and set out to prepare the next version helmet #9764...
::The design was created in a learn as you go type interface for the helmet. Each time there were new problems. Given the fact that xoet twelve did not know what Its sibling could and could not do there was extensive testing that had to be done for each helmet. Once the matrix was solved there were problems with how to use the device and the resulting Doppelganger together successfully. ::
::A transporter like person who could transport themselves across small distances and yet still be where they started at the same time was what was occurring during the final trials of the helmet. There was being in two places at the same time accomplished with the use of the helmet by anyone or could just xoet seven do this with Its new helmet? This was where the breakthrough came. ::
((time warp to the next significant improvement?))
xoet 12::Whipping sweat from between the eyes:: ok we have helmet # 10354 and a whole team of workers trying to get this one to work. Are you ready seven?
xoet 7: I don't even feel the helmet.
xoet 12: That is because it is almost entirely embedded into your skull.
xoet 7: So when this one fails what do we do?
xoet 12: We have encoded a self correcting and adjusting super symmetrical pattern buffer where we are linked directly to your brain and the computer.
xoet 7: ...so if the helmet breaks I break?
xoet 12: Be positive!
::Just as fast as twelve said that the other seven, seven B appeared in the next chamber, chamber two. With both sevens realizing that the other one was aware of themselves they stood at the window between the chambers. Smiling to one another in greeting they spoke. ::
xoet 7 A/B: Hello seven ::they said in unison::
:: The sevens became fascinated with one another. For them it was like looking into mirror and yet the mirror was in three dimensions. The confusion disappeared. There was truly two sevens both a copy of the other. They both asked to visit one another in the control room. ::
((the control room))
xoet 7 A/B: ::in awe:: Wow it worked but still I sense you and your surroundings as much as mine do you do the same? ::in unison then laughing::
xoet 12: Ok that is the separation technique now the reincorporating.
::The sevens looked at xoet 12 then each other as a third one appeared between the two of them. ::
xoet 12: :: Blinking five eyes all at once:: ok enough fun and games put yourselves back together...
xoet 7 C: What is happening? ::looking at twelve and seven A/B.:: no I am an individual I exist now.
::What had started as an experiment in being two places at once and an almost pretending there were two made real sevens like looking in a living mirror the experiment had developed bad side effects. That being the continuous creation of seven look a likes filling the control room. ::
xoet 12::Groaning :: Something has gone terribly wrong again.
Lt. xoet twelve
Science Officer
Duronis II Embassy
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I would assume that being on a starship would put me in two places at once hence the theme I plan to use pretending to be in two places at once
the title as of so far is....
pretending it is so...near?
of course depending on how the rewrites go that will probably change in the end yet still the theme will be kept
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ok this time there will be many a rewrites... I want to thank Captain Rhys for their comments and agree with all of them except the similarities with Sanskrit lyric poetry ... I am not sure if I have read that stuff or not although during the writing of the "poem" I was also reading the lotus sutra so that might of influenced the "poem" the next writing will be in SIM form and I have already started on it but I also know it needs a few rewrites before I read the review... Just my first Writing Challenge and I wrote it on the fly and It can be considered a first draft ... I may do some rewrites and put it in the poetry cafe forum section if that is allowed?
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is it all right to brainstorm in public places I mean I have some ideas I am pretending are worth typing here but well that might just give me away before my writing challenge is finished hummmmm
- pretend I am playing a game?
- pretend I am playing a game at not playing said game
- pretend like I know what I am doing
- pretend like I don't care
- pretend like I care
- pretend like it matters or like it does not matter
There has to be a middle ground between pretending and not pretending?
- pretend I am playing a game?
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excellent work Julia I hope you dont mind if I make my next writing challenge submission of SIMilar form !!
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now won forward and backward the letters can lie either way [won-now]
now-here yet no-where the movement of the line in a word where the meaning is same
exploding into the nights of sunless fires with and without selflessness becoming realities edgeless edges
on the scope of tomorrows time the window into the past two months spent inside the other side of nowheres
won ton of moments focused into two then bursting into infinite infinities when there was something true to be
the precipice of lights return in a dilated time framed by surface interfaces of friction and antifriction sliding
bending into voids unknown to thought or mind, when or hows if there is a way it was exposed to soon
perched on the edge of death and waiting, perched on the light rays of knowledge where dissonance and harmony find peace as one
xoet placed the window to life and the window to Its death inside Its pocket and left the shelter of bliss again
rummaging into the garbage tumbling and sliding back and fro with everything into nothing again and again
having life to thank and perfection to curse knowing the unknown with every flicker of shimmer into the universes of
of love and of hope of joy and bliss of course and corrections abide by night's fall and mornings call alike
like a dove to a view of the world that was once ours and free from the humdrum of needless excuses why by
the way we go and the thoughts are so owned into the fluid grip of It's mind when there were others to be besides Itselves.
Lt. xoet twelve reporting for duty woken from the big sleep to find itself back where it was again and again
outside the loop of life Itself once more...
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as the roots of the mutant tree was exposed to the surface of time's window
the branches of realities multiplied exponentially from every moment that is
yet there it was and would be where It could, xoet shattered the window in Its
mind for it was all a dream xoet had dreamt when It was born and when after
It woke up it woke down as well in the places that 12 held so dear to thought
but everything was not were it was left when xoet was non-born and inside itself
still there was hope for a new beginning when things would all start again from
nothing yet as balanced realities merged into one that was xoet's mutant tree
opening eyes to new skies and riding into the sun setting inside the window of
time becoming the edge of life's infinite realities where everything is now parted
Then the structure of evolution parallels balanced forming networks point singularities
where everywhere is nowhere and one day becomes openings into non-existence of
existence during the endless night and it is always forever now but not then till after
waking to place everything back into places of importance and just hopeful evolutions
timelessness's selflessness's one in two 12 thought it knew what was happening, not
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the window of time split and exploded into and infinity of windows where
every moment of xoet's life it could see and as the windows congealed of
times past present and future three the windows in motion and pulsating
xoet was now obsessed with itselves in side the windows in their moments
verily exposed inside 12's chamber of life as the love of itself became true
No more could xoet explain the either the real or unreal ness of the window
for it was both real and unreal and neither at once where prefect and imperfect
became one with itselves inside the existence and non existence between itself
and without but with before and after and now when the time of life ended again
but there we are all of our selves moving into the past and future and now beings
but being and nonbeings were where both and neither yet into and between them
ripples out from the past into the future were becoming the nexus of the now ages
of neither born nor dead alive and yet free of life perfectly imperfect yet perfect on
the planet of hope and born of thoughts where there were none in the mystical life
where did the window of time come from was this the dream it had woke to again?
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Your values are off xoet said to itself in the window of time
go to your future of you not the past and me were we will see
how to know ourselves inside the lives we lead where they want
to be and to see them as they are real for now is the moment that
becomes the moment in your mind and my mind become divided in two
divided in three of the past present and future yet there is another we know
too well see where we have the circle of time dilation's into growing existence
if know to use the present ways to be free where we craft the future shapes our
selves divided into to the five eyes each a dimension of timelessness insight of light
created and logged like bookmarks for years to come and years to be gone where
there is no sense of life or love just a daily intake of food and sleep we see
orders of lore when nothing becomes expressed as symbolic logicalness
forward on the video of times recorded events and into them we can
see our past as it was their future records of sound and space
intense relenting abiding by life's choices are few as if
it ends and life beginning again your future's future
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[Round 2] Lt. Tel-ar... back in trouble?
in 2008
Posted
((USS Eagle - Bridge))
Tel-ar: Whatever the mission... just remember I volunteer for the riskiest job...:: now his voice held an eagerness to it... an eagerness that Tal quickly squashed...::
:: Angel stood up from the Consul..::
Yukiko: A loner doesn't need to prove himself, he already knows..
::She poked her tongue out teasingly to the young officer... ::
Tel-ar: Very true... ::Tal replied... puzzled by her actions... what did sticking out her tongue mean... was it another human custom... what was he suppost to do in return...::
Yukiko: Well take it from me, ::She winked to him and smiled..:: IF, you want to be on the away mission, you'd better make sure you are at the briefing, other wise I will volunteer for it myself...
::Now a wink... a wink??? Tal looked away... glancing at his consol... then looked back up to see Angel sweep her fingers through her smooth luxurious raven black hair and walk away..::
::Tal watched her go... thoughtful... no... no chance of his being added to any long term away mission... regardless of his wish's... Dr. Gabriel would make sure of that... no... he would have to stay here... available if needed... and for what... a genetic creation... a female... one who had made his life impossible...::
::For a moment Tal almost let it get to him... but before it could he remembered... it was his own fault... he had opened the strange cargo container... he had freed the girl... it wasn't her fault... no... but if Tal ever found out who had created her... oh.. yah... that someone would pay... and not just in blood for all the aggrevation he was going through... no... ::
::Just then Tal was interupted in his thoughts... he had noticed a change in sound... voices among the others on the bridge... turning he looked to see what it was... and wished he hadn't... maybe pushing her out an airlock wasn't a bad idea... sure he would have to jump with her... that or spend years in a penal colony... it just might be better than this...::
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::Koriander stepped off the lift... a quick glance around showed that Tal... her master was here... seated not far away... he was a hard man to miss... taller than most with a slim yet athletic form... wide shoulders, deep chest and a narrow waist... his back was to her... but she could never mistake him for another...::
::She started towards him... but as she did she noticed that the other officers on the bridge were turning to stare... they gave her strange looks... one even dropped the padd he had been useing...::
::She would have to ask Dr. Gabriel about that later... she still had so much to learn... even with all she had been reading off the computer data files... their was still many things that puzzled her...::
::As she got closer she saw Tal turn... he looked at her... his face impassive... but his eye's... they spoke volumes... maybe this wasn't a good idea... but it was to late to go back...::
::So she continued... walking forward... stopping near him... going down to kneel... holding up the tray with lunch...::
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::Tal watched her walk towards him... altho walk was an understatement... glide... flow... not even those words did her justice... graceful... like a dancer or... or something not of this reality... which she technically wasn't... and those large bright green eye's stareing at him... they were also unreal... as for her dress... a couple wispy fragments of transparent green clothe... not enough to be called clothes really... ::
::As she stopped and went to her knees in front of him he recognised the fabric... Andorian silk... and the tray... also Andorian... but the foods weren't... a glass of milk... some fruit... and could it be... a grni'kit... a flat bread opened to hold spicy meat with sauce and...::
Tel-ar: Thank you. ::he managed to say... his voice calm... while his eye's noticed how everyone reacted...
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TBC
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Lt. Tal Tel-ar
Security
USS Eagle
NPC Koriander
Slave
USS Eagle