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Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXIII By: Richard Davidson on 3/9/2003; 8:04 PM You! You were the man I saw in Worker 2567As mind! Thawala shouted upon seeing Alexander, as the Bahini brought him aboard, spears pressed against his mighty neck. They marched him to the second deck, and proceeded to shackle and chain him. Sir, this couldnt possibly be a Sailor of the Percotran Navy, the Chief Naval Warrior was informing the Shaman. Everything about him says Cellulex Spy. Hes probably a very dangerous man. They had taken him without a fight, after shelling his Watercraft to uselessness. At the moment, it was on its way to the bottom of the sea. The Shaman forced a vision, shuddered, and said, put a mind reducer on him. We have other things to deal with right now. Mind reducing technology had been abandoned by the big corporations centuries ago, because of its tendency to cause Brain Atrophy Simplex I, which basically turned the subjects mind to mush. However, the Bahini had been perfecting it for centuries, and could usually suppress instinct and rational thought for up to 35 hours with no damage to the subject whatsoever, provided the subject was reasonably healthy, and hadnt been drinking the night before. Two warriors routinely clamped Thawalas head in a large vice designed for just such a purpose, and an Engineering Warrior installed two metal bolts into his temples, with a cordless drill. Thawala winced, and his eyes may have moistened just a bit when the 3/4 inch studs penetrated his skull, but for the most part, he was a brave soldier, whose mother would have been proud. A small Tinganium band was mounted in a circle around his head, supported on those metal bolts. As soon as the Engineering Warrior tightened the last bolt, it let out a little hum, and glowed a pleasant green color, as the intense look on Thawalas face evaporated into the blank stare of a Viewscreen Addict. Chain him to the Bulkhead, ordered the Chief Naval Warrior. Youre just going to leave him out on the deck all night? Alexander protested. The soft hum, and glow of the Mind Reducer is very soothing for the men, he answered politely. He makes a good night light. Good for morale. The Shaman was racing up and down the deck, gesticulating wildly. Some fool has set off a Thermal Detonator, only a few degrees from the Southern Icecap, he shouted. Alexander didnt know what that meant, exactly. Were going to be hit by a big tidal wave, that will be filled with razor sharp shards of ice. The Shaman hated to alliterate like that, but this senseless dog language just made you want to do that. How longve we got? Alexander asked, noticing he and the Shaman were the only two people left on the upper deck. Everybody else had sprung into action, preparing to either deal with an emergency or die. Not long enough. Do you think the explosion had anything to do with him? Alexander asked, motioning towards the big Geneticon. I dont care, shouted the Shaman. I simply dont care about things like that, because Im going to die now, and if all was right with the world, so would you, along with me, but I fear no matter what happens; no matter what we do, youre just going to keep on squeaking by, carried on the wings of nothing more than fate and dumb luck. Cant you turn into a fish, or something? asked Alexander, curious. If I did, Id probably simply die as a fish, instead of a Human Being, the Shaman replied, sounding just a little bit negative. You know, there has been somewhat of a dark cloud around you since day one, observed Alexander suddenly. I think Ill go for a swim. He walked a few steps towards the iron railing on the deck, and then turned. But tell me one thing, before I go. What is that? said the Shaman. Tell me what you know about the little people. The people on your farm, all those years ago? Yes. Tell me about them. The Shaman laughed. Not his witchy, sinister laugh, but a genuine laugh of amusement. Your sense betray you badly, my friend. They have always done so. You might be getting better, out here in the real world, but I would never count on such a thing. Well, you probably wont have to, Alexander was fast growing impatient. From across the deck, near the Stern, Kasheeba was watching intently. She didnt like the body language she was seeing from Alexander at the moment. Hes gonna jump! she thought, pleasantly surprised at the little mans bravery. Werent you amazed at the grace with which your little people moved? asked the Shaman, smiling wickedly. Alexander had to acknowledge that indeed, he had been. He could see Kasheeba charging him, and began inching closer to the railing. She was only a few feet away, as he perched there long enough for the Shaman to finish. No! shouted Kasheeba, as Alexander disappeared over the rail, and then, before the sound of Alexanders splash echoed back up to the deck, she too had sailed over the edge. As Alexander plummeted into the icy depths, the Shamans last words to him rang clearly in his mind. Your little people were deer.
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXIII By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 3/10/2003; 7:05 AM will you tell me where the little people were first mentioned?
RE: Welcome to Percotran -Part XXXIII By: Richard Davidson on 3/10/2003; 6:27 PM In Part XXX I say: He remembered a night hed been standing on the front porch of the tragically beautiful white and grey farmhouse hed been renting for some time. None of the cats who usually surrounded him, begging for food were there. It was only he and the wild, cool breeze; the darkness of the night only matched by its wicked stillness; a stillness that couldnt be broken by the shrill, wintry breath that mounted its sporadic, sneak attacks. He stood out there for quite awhile, the occasional car making its way along the dusty road at the end of the drive; and imagined one of them being his wife, coming home from work, ready for a nice supper. Hed made more than enough spaghetti for two, since the cats would enjoy whatever he didnt eat, but in his heart the table would always be set for two. He was almost crippled by a sense of desperate loneliness, when he saw the little people run by in the cornfield. That was weird, Alexander thought to himself, wondering what in the hell he just saw. Maybe some of the cats were running through the field, to circle behind the trees before making their approach to the house. Wouldnt that be convenient? after all, he thought, since he had some food for them, and their presence would insure that no intruders could sneak up on him, in his suddenly panicky mood. But if it had been the cats, and hed only suffered some strange visual hallucination, due to the darkness of the night, and the haziness of the air, they would have been here by now, he reasoned, and yet no felines were forthcoming. He ran through a mental list of animals that ran freely through the area, trying to imagine which of them looked like three or four foot human beings, who may or may not have circled around to the back of the house, and could easily be lurking by that bush hed been meaning to trim, due to its unruly and somewhat sinister appearance. How clearly he could remember all that, as he stood leaning against the iron rail running around the deck, watching the Shaman gesture wildly at the Chief Naval Officer, near the bow. The words were lost in the wind, of course, and Alexander liked that just fine, for the moment. The Shaman made him see visions of little people frolicking across his farm on a horribly lonely winters night; and Alexander wasnt prone to think something like that was a coincidence. At the end of that chapter, the Shaman says this: We know about more than Autrioselons, the Shaman said, curling his lip. We also know about the little people.
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