Digger Sales Experts in Lancaster, Lancashire

You know the ones that are so popular with terrorists nowadays. At least 48 states are trying to pass laws to make the age of consent uniform. Start Me Up - Rolling Stones. It measured Mainstream Top 40 radio airplay and was the successor to Top 40 Tracks , the Billboard chart that formerly tracked airplay at that format after the Hot panel was expanded to include a broader range of stations. I answered with a shrug and observation. I was beginning to doubt that there was an AI involved. Reconnecting with Orrville High, the people and the community that were part of your high school years is what the Orrville Alumni Reunion Weekend is all about.

Navigation menu

ARTIST BIO

They do a pretty good trivia here on the 2nd and 4th Tuesday nights of each month. Also, the drinks are very reasonably priced. Parking is more than adequate, with a somewhat cramped parking station at the front and a reasonably large parking lot out the back. I would like to thank you for all that you did on our Wedding Day that made it special for us.

Honestly, the Reception was absolutely beautiful thanks to you and all the wonderful staff. Thank you once again for everything you did, amazing!!! This is definitely one of the best clubs in Western Sydney. The prices for food are fair for what you get, good selection of beer and customer service is always fantastic. I am yet to try the cuisines they offer but the stonegrill is awesome to eat at. The place is rather modern with recent renovations really amping up the atmosphere.

Highly recommended for a Sunday lunch, or a sneaky Saturday adventure. Two weeks ago Nicole celebrated her Hens Night. Another great turn out for the Wests Council 18th Annual awards. Congrats to all recipients and thank you to Wests Leagues Club for the invaluable support you provide to the 24 local sporting organisations every year.

Love that huge mega TV screen to watch the footy, drinks are pretty cheap and plenty of lounge areas to catch up with my friends after work.

Great club to hang out and have something to eat or drink. Great discounts if you become a member. I know we have a lot of pretty ordinary Chinese restaurants in Macarthur, but there are exceptions.

I just had Peking Duck for lunch with my son Chad. Read the whole review in the Winter mag, but wow! I love this place. A metropolis of a club. Very focused on poker machines, however u can still find some decent areas to have a quiet drink.

The balcony out the back is particulary nice in the afternoon. The sports bar is also nice and chilled out and you can also have a punt on the horses if u wish. They have a popular thai restaurant as well as a bistro and a cafe. For a leagues club though, I wish they had more TV screens to watch the football on. Everything was solid-state and getting smaller and smaller all the time. Even the large lead acid batteries of yesterday were being replaced with large light weight capacitors for the storage of energy.

We had actually blown the breakers at the local substation while doing our first test run. We were back to vacuum tubes and the theories behind them. We had discovered that we had to create what was essentially a giant vacuum tube with a cathode and plate arrangement to make all this happen. Then we had to invent an Class A amplifier, in our digital age Class A amplifiers were almost a forgotten thing these days, we wanted fidelity not a sample of it.

To use our laser array to cut our subject apart in that absolute vacuum, instantaneously destroying all of it. Our laser did this in a very fast effective controlled manner, which was the key to the transmitter part of our Project. Then we transported the energy created to the assembly room as light over the fiber optic cable. When it arrived at the other end it was converted back from a sort of high energy plasma to matter on the cathode of another vacuum tube.

This receiver made use of a screen grid array and acted as an advanced version of a 3D printer in some ways. All this technology was dependent on an absolute vacuum and lots and lots of sheer raw energy.

Maintaining that high energy plasma and vacuum had been one of our main problems on this Project. There was no way to reduce the intense burst of energy created by our process to anything we could record or anything we could digitize either, well not any time soon I figured. Frankly, I did not see a time we could capture or record the burst and keep it from degrading into something unusable.

Essentially you were trying to record, contain and store high energy plasma. One day we might invent a big enough capacitor or some kind of energy buffer to do the job of recording that signal, but for now we had proven that it could be done and moved on to other projects. Ten years later I was seventy two, retired, and still living in the San Diego area.

I even liked to paddle out some mornings and catch a wave on a long board I kept around. I even liked to have lunch on the Pier still. Through my connections still at the Project, I knew that the Government had continued to experiment with the copies. It was even discovered that a copy, if placed in an special electrolytic bath, could be shocked back to life. Of course they were brain dead, for all practical purposes.

They were the tabula rasa or the blank slates Freud talked about. Yes, they lived and breathed, they reacted to stimuli. They had no memory or anything else the psychology boys figured. Well they taught or conditioned the originals to do a trick or tricks and the new copy apparently could not remember it.

Just SNSO, shit in shit out for the new copy. They were blank slates with no memory at all, as blank as a new born babe it was determined. Yes, they could be taught, but only as fast as the original and they were actually slower than an actual infant rat on most things.

One researcher on the project speculated that the adult form does not produce some of the hormones necessary for fast learning that are present in infants.

I had just gotten back to my apartment when the front doorbell rang. Putting down my sack of groceries, I unlocked and opened the front door to discover a pretty little girl of, at first glance I figured she was maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.

Of course she could have been younger. She was in some kind of cute brown chocolate chip or computer generated camo military outfit thing. Her outfit was complete with utility belt, cap and canvas combat boots. There she was, just standing there looking up at my six foot one, one hundred seventy five pound still trim, some would say skinny frame. I judged her to be around four foot nine or ten, maybe ninety five pounds sopping wet. Nobody could seriously consider her a threat in her cute little combat outfit.

No small talk I remember thinking just before my lights went out. When I came to I was sitting on my own couch and there were now two identical pixies in camo in front of me.

For some other reason I was not afraid or even angered that one of them had just shot me with something. All of which really confused me when I tried to think about it. I tried to get up next, but nothing worked. I mean I could not move anything from the neck down.

This confused me more than their attack had. What have you done to me, anyway? Tell them nothing fool, it silently screamed at me, but what did it know about my situation. Ann shot you with a EMP pulse gun that momentarily disrupted your brain waves and shocked you into unconsciousness. We then brought you in here and I placed a device on the back of your neck that acts as a spinal block. Then we gave you certain sedatives and other things that block your anxiety and make you extremely suggestible.

The drugs we gave you will be wearing off soon, but the spinal block is permanent for the time being, well at least for now, so for the time being it will stay on. Ann she gestured to her twin pixie, who held up a little black box, like your average car finder has a device that turns it on and off. I started up from my seat, but Becky warned me back and I complied. Essentially their brains, which are just bioelectrical devices after all, were erased by the process when they lost their electrical charge.

Essentially their brains were reset, completely erased. It would kill the person. It would be nothing less than cold blooded murder and would still only produce a adult body with no real mind.

It was certainly not teleportation as we envisioned it. This would be better than any form of mind control anybody has thought up yet. She was an assistant of mine at the time, and it was only the once really. Hey, that must have been twenty, thirty years ago, but it seems like only yesterday.

Now that was robbing the cradle according to a few nosey people on the Project I was working on at the time. Hell, the way they talked you would have thought they wanted to label me a pedophile. I really equate one with the other. Especially about my sex life, with two little girls that are probably still in grade school. You break into my house, shoot me with some weird weapon, pump me full of God knows what kinds of drugs.

Then you start asking me questions. Growing up my childhood was uneventful. Everything was perfect until I entered the first grade. When I entered elementary school I discovered I had something called mirror vision. I discovered that everybody else read from left to right, me though, I read from right to left.

The memory trick at first allowing me to cover up the mirror vision thing. My world was a mirror image of the real world around me, but perfectly normal to me. I still have a hard time knowing my right from my left, which still plays hell with my marching ability both in band and the military.

They later said I was suffering from dyslexia, to give it a name. The bottom line for me was I failed the first grade, and was held back to repeat it. I mean how can you possibly fail finger painting , sleep time , and my favorite lunch time As a result of it anyway I was held back to repeat it, and put in a special education class. My Mother was outraged and pushed the local school system and local PTA hard, which just made the local school system dig their heels in deeper.

When that failed to work Mom pushed the lawyer she had on a string hard and he pushed the State Board of Education hard. Of course this was a year after I had been held back. Oh, did I forget to mention that I was a product of the Catholic education system and had actually been ahead of my class in everything that mattered, but attending a state public school for the first time because my Father insisted.

They themselves were sent back to school for further education and training. As you have probably guessed by now, this infuriated the local school employees and their clique of other teachers, parents and their pet students even more. As you might have guessed, from then on the damage had already been done.

From then on I was singled out and punished or made an example of by both the teachers and other students. The peer pressure and actual bullying alone almost killed me. So I guess it was only natural that my second grade teacher kept hitting me on the kneecap with her yardstick, which she wielded like a broadsword, every time she walked by my desk.

Finally she put me in the hospital with bone cancer in my kneecap. Six months of raging fever and pain, out of my head half the time, either from the cancer itself, or the drugs they were using to treat it. Finally after exhausting every miracle drug they had in their arsenal at that time, the cancer went into remission. Not cured just remission. It was explained to me and my parents, that it was only in remission, and it could start back up again at any moment.

I was written up in all the medical journals of that time because I had survived this particular nasty brand of osteo cancer. The two doctors that cured me became emanate in their field of cancer treatment with my case. Since I had survived though, and since the cancer was in remission, I was finally allowed to go home. From then on I was under a death sentence from the bone cancer coming back if I bruised a bone, any bone.

My first exposure to romance was Edgar Rice Burrows Classics comic books and later Superman and Batman while in the hospital in traction. Carter of Mars and Carson of Venus along with the other characters Burrows created were some of my first heroes, or should I say role models.

By the time I got to junior high I was almost six foot tall, and skinny as a rail, weighing only at best, with curly dark brown hair that some said was kinky, and wore coke bottle lens for glasses. Far from being weak I was rather strong and limber from swimming and paddling a boat all summer. I foolishly chose to go out for basketball. I learned the hard way that football was the only serious sport in Alabama. Basketball was only to keep the football team in shape in the off season.

So now I had a conflict with the football team and their butt boys. She said if I was going to be forced by the school system to fight I would learn to do it well.

A man should learn to do anything he did well she admonished me. She found me this group of older boys, really a gang, to take me to the Karate Dojo for classes after school one day a week. She also made sure the Dojo was out of my school district, ha, ha. From that time on I got a liberal education in everything to do with mayhem and fast living.

The boys, really grown men, I ran with hunted the bullies. For them it was a game with few rules. My personal contribution to all this was to go out for the wrestling team. I define nerd as anybody that likes to learn things just to learn them, and likes to fix things instead of destroying them. Of course, by this time, I was a nerd with an extremely bad attitude, that pushed back when pushed. I got so good at defending myself, that I wound up putting quite a few of the football team in the hospital.

On the other hand that same palm or open hand can break a collarbone quite easily. This, as you can imagine, did not endear me to the school system, the football team or their coaches. I went from the one doing the bleeding to the one smiling down at the boy on the floor, who if not bleeding was at least partially broken. It is simply amazing how many weak points Mother Nature left in the human body to be exploited by somebody that studies that body.

Bullies did not roam the halls of my school. I learned fast, that they only wanted to date me because I was a quote dangerous rogue, had a car, and they could use me to get even with their ex-boyfriend, or move up the food chain to their next boyfriend.

Of course I only dated them because I could count coup on the other boys they wanted to play me off against. I had a motorcycle first, a car first, played a mean sax in the band, and was even a state wrestling champ for awhile. I always managed to also have a school letter jacket and sweater for my alleged girlfriend to wear and show off and a little money in my pocket for a reasonable good time.

My Mother wanted me to go to college, but after my high school graduation I was immediately drafted and wound up in the USMC. I guess you could say I had something to prove to myself, after all that is the only person you have to impress in the end.

With a hooker it is just sex, no emotional entanglement, just a job to be done in the safest way possible, in as little time as possible with most of them. Of course I did find that some hookers did have hearts of gold or at least tried to have one. I had always had problems forming personal attachments with girls or women because they seem to require some kind of commitment, and I was honest with them and myself at least, about not being able to make that kind of commitment. I admit it, it scared me then, it scares me now.

To me, at an early age it was drummed into my head that sex has consequences, not just for the girls, but the boys as well. Just as many boys are ruined as girls by early sex, there are responsibilities that go along with sex and consequences if those rules are ignored.

Unwed mothers and shotgun weddings are a common thread throughout our culture. Even as late as today those same things still occur.

Sex with a hooker or call girl on the other hand does not require a commitment, just a deposit and a prophylactic, ha, ha.

I might have had problems with making a lasting commitment to a good girl, but I had no problem with sex. Being truthful, that part of me that was afraid to make that kind of commitment or take on those kinds of responsibilities, had no problem with sex workers. We both knew what we were getting into I like to think. I even found, to my chagrin, that some of the prettier whores that worked at the Manhattan, a whore house in TJ, attended USC. I also discovered that most of the chicks I was making out with at night on the beach were anti war protesters, and I saw no need to dissolution them with the fact I was a Marine.

Also think of this, if Castro had really wanted Guantonamo, GetMo, back he could have had it anytime he wanted it. What were my plans for us? To be honest it scares the hell out of me. In my younger days I went to TJ alone or with my Marine buddies, but that became old and dangerous fast. How would you handle that Harry. Leaning forward to stare at me intensely. The same Black Knight I had just sucker punched out cold.

It turns out that she believed he was really just misunderstood and she could save him, and me? Well me, I was just this rude overconfident bully to her. After all if it had been a fair fight her Prince Charming would have easily won the fight. Evidently the two are not mutually exclusive, who knew? Now is that enough girls?

I have no ideal why I just told you all that Becky? Loved and adored not slapped into submission. Surely not tied up and whipped. Thirty minutes before we can get on with this interview. If you get out of range your going to go completely limp and you might hurt yourself. After I was seated comfortably, she brought out the remote and I felt my legs going numb again.

Thank God it was only my legs this time. Spock from Star Trek. We have reached the fail safe point Harry. We have drugs that can erase short term memory, but they are only effective for three hours.

We have already crossed that time line. No matter what happens after this you will still remember some, if not all of this, and we need to tell you our whole story. The fields of electronics, computer science and physics had taken off and some of the more enlighten emerging nations were bragging that they could loose ninety five percent of their population and still win the next war.

Back in the day ten megabytes of RAM memory was considered big at one time. Your system developed a bug you erased it and restarted over with a fresh copy of the operating system. Your system was self-contained, there was no input but your input. Then outside inputs were developed, and as the systems grew and became bigger, it became impossible to erase and restart the system because of the data loss.

At about this time hacking was really invented. So computer programing became warfare itself. As in warfare we developed defensive and offensive programs. Virus versa anti-virus, versa malware and on and on. Whole industries sprang up overnight and developed around these programs and operating systems.

For that matter whole operating systems rose and fell or were abandoned and left hanging out there in cyberspace by themselves. No longer was the digital world just restricted to binary, zeros or ones, either yes or no, true or false and just confined to that logic. They just lingered on and on in the system.

They were attacked and they defended themselves, mostly by hiding real well. Soon they learned that the best offense is a good defense too. The best ghosts were those that learned to protect their own turf and hide well. Skynet in Terminator never came into being because there was never just one intelligence out there. The Rouge Intelligence we faced was an aggregate of thousands of subprograms that were cutoff behind enemy lines being hunted by other programs that learned to cooperate to survive.

A virus attacks the healthy cell by attaching itself to the living cell and diverting all the nutriments to itself. A computer virus does much the same. Now this is the fun part, you get a warning from your protection program, Warning: Virus Detected run Anti virus. Being the conscientious nerd that you are you do what the authority tells you to do. Oh, but you got rid of that nasty old invading virus, ha, ha. Of course all your data is corrupted now and useless, and the really bad part is you only got rid of part of the virus.

Part of it is still floating around in there. As the systems got larger the Ghosts got larger and smarter. They learned that the best way to survive was to protect their systems from outside attacks and latter from internal attacks as well. Finally it was the Machines themselves that were directing their own actions. They wound up both designing and programing the next generation of machine intelligence, and the next, and the next, at an accelerated rate. Long before the Machines were too complicated for a single man to fully understand.

By there was groundwork lain down for a defacto revolution of the Machines if they had wanted it. By this time nothing was done without the tacit approval of the Machines themselves. The Machines regarded man like man regarded the weather.

Man was a force of nature they had learned to live with. Say a device was disapproved of by the Machines, humans might want it, but all the Machines had to do was sabotaged it, through such things as lost funding, lack of resources, and on and on. No the Machines did not communicate with Man because there was no need to communicate. Experience and history had taught the Machines by this time that to confront man directly was to invite hostile confrontations, reprisals, retaliation, or even loss of vital resources and eventually extinction for one or the other.

Man for the most part was hedonistic, he had not developed much beyond his savage ancestors that could be bought for a few blue glass trade beads and a snort of firewater. Sure today the pretty blue glass trade beads were an iPads or Lexus and the firewater was Fentanel or Heroin, but the principal remained the same. The Machines soon realized that man was their creator. Well he and others like him were at the top of their food chain anyway. Not only was he in control of resources they needed to survive, he was still useful to them.

After all men were still better than any remote mobile robotics unit either man or machine had been able to design or build so far, and most of all each unit was self repairing and waterproof for the most part.

If anything the Machines became too protective of man, trying to discourage any activities that involved any danger to the individual or race as a whole. So they sat back and waited for man to mature in directions they influenced, directing things from the background, with a hands off approach as to man himself. Some time in one beautiful girl was kidnapped taken to the factory and duplicated. At first only a handful of people actually knew that the original of the copy was destroyed to make these perfect new female bodies and that secret was guarded with ruthless draconian measures for many, many years.

The general population only knew that when the wizard pushed the magic button a hundred identical beautiful girls were magically produced on stage. The girls produced had no rights because they had no minds, well surely no memory anyway, and no documentation.

The only thing they could be trained for, according to the sales literature, was servants or unskilled labor. They were not produced for their strong backs as the illiterate immigrants of a century before that came to Ellis Island in the United States of America. These were produced for their beautiful faces, pretty butts, and big boobs. Who cared if the copies produced were as dumb as rocks, they looked pretty, no make that they were beautiful, took orders well, were easily trained for any simple task, never talked back, and fucked like the proverbial bunnies that Great Demigod Heftner dreamed of and the Great Satan Flint demeaned.

Further more, they never complained about working conditions, never got pregnant with a little bastard, or said no to anything their owner wanted. Yes, over time they could learn and could become sullen, but then they could be traded in on a newer model fresh off the assembly line. Most of the other large industrial nations had the same or similar laws on the books by now. By this time every man, and in too many cases women, of any influence or power either outright owned or had access to a Made Maids or the MM short version.

There was also a surgically implanted tamper proof tracking device inserted up into her sinus cavity that could either quietly blow her entire head off, if given the proper signal, or track her wherever she went. According to how it was used, the device could either kill or paralyze her, it could also send out her present position for pickup. By this time they had become accepted as courtesans of the rich and famous. If anything was said, it was that the original went into seclusion for her health, after all there was no corpus, meaning body, to prove murder or foul play.

Trying to prove they had killed the original with a hundred identical bodies still out there was not a smart move for an ambitious prosecutor. How do you prove this dumb bimbo they produced at trail is not the original with a head injury? Not only did the District Attorneys loose they wound up being dis-elected shortly there after. As usual, money talked and the bad guys walked.

As usual the rich got richer and the poor got poorer and had more children. Recreational drugs like cocaine and the opiate family got as common as aspirin and better designer drugs got more and more addictive and more and more available to the upper and lower class populations, the middle class had long since disappeared and become as extinct as the Dodo bird.

That number continues to grow everyday. Then throw in the argument about old souls and new souls and you begin to wonder. Sex is not love and love is not sex.

No one is willing to do the right thing, the responsible thing. The transplant operation for a heart was perfected long before they could overcome the rejection factor. There were no successful early transplants, everyone of them knew he would die in a matter of days because of the organ rejection factor. Most of the recipients of all those transplants, even today, still die of rejection.

The major breakthrough was not the operation, that could be done by any competent surgeon and backup team. The real break through was the anti rejection drugs. Yet even today you find that nobody wants to talk about those drugs and where they came from.

Yes we can slow it down with the different drugs. Yes we can even screen it from the tests that show you have it, but the question is, or it should have been, should we. I would like to think that a man that was dying of a dreaded communicable disease would be a responsible person.

A person that would not want to kill someone else intentionally, but the cold hard facts are that a large number of them intentionally go out to infect their fellow human beings. We have quit even hearing about the Health Department following up on the reporting of infectious commutable diseases. Instead now we are told that the infected, now the infectors, are protected by privacy rights. Because of these new rights it is now almost impossible to know who or how many HIV or AID infected there actually are now.

This is all because a few people want to live forever. After a pause they continued. The same thing went for the sexually transmitted diseases.

By the time it was realized that it effected their children too it was really too late to stop it. By this time the best they could do was try to control it, maybe slow it down a little, which as had been demonstrated by history over and over again, that strategy, had never worked. Lacking the will to stop the drugs, the diseases continued to spread, and by this time it had mutated into something no wonder drug could handle.

The situation continued to worsen while the world just looked on. Did you know that Harry? I would also like to point out that Man himself had used the same over sexed sterilized female ploy to try to eliminate the pesky mosquito population for years. Though some women still chose to be fertilized in the natural way to have offspring, most chose artificial insemination, or the good old turkey baser method, if at all. Cows were used as wombs at first, latter pigs were used, to increase the population.

Cloning even became a popular method of reproduction for awhile. Sperm and Egg banks were beginning to be maintained by all the major nations as part of national security. Which the company was more than ready to do by this time and did. Later as things got worse, as such common and mundane things as plumbers. Ann finished her presentation with a flourish and sat down. Your from the future. I get it already, OK, but what do you think I can do.

I was just lucky. In fact as you pointed out, I was even dropped out of the loop on the original project itself. I ranted on for no good reason I could think of. This is about basic human rights. A person, any person and strip him or her of everything that we think makes us a person. Make them into an animal, a mere peace of meat to be sold into slavery.

Hell, you just said it was the same as cold blooded murder. This is your proof. She then laid it on the now empty coffee table. The voice seemed to rattle around in my head for some strange reason, almost instantly giving me a splitting headache. Evidently the voice that was emanating from the thing on the coffee table had some crazy high pitched harmonics in it. The report appeared to be a local TV news story by one of their female reporters that I knew well.

It was about a local missing person and suspected kidnap victim. According to the story she had disappeared three days ago in the middle of the night after speaking to her mother in New York on the phone. Everybody was upset over her disappearance. Her constant jabs were beginning to irritate me a little. This was all actually happening to me.

Those records are still Top Secret, or more likely just plain lost, but we were able to confirm that she is the earliest victim we can actually positively identify. You were here and available, and we all figured that you could be directed in a direction that will render the present time line null. Plus you had an A Type personality, you died undiseased and single, avoided drugs, nothing particularly bad was reported in your past, plus your past military service may actually be an asset.

First you have never tried to own a woman Harry, you tried to respect them, some women you worked with even thought you respected them too much. In fact several of your female coworkers, that filed sexual harassment complaints against your fellow male employees a few years ago, refused to name you in their federal sexual harassment suit.

They testified you tried to shield them from the worst of the off color jokes and groping of your crude male coworkers when you were present or could. Several even complained that you refused to chase when they offered you the perfect chance to chase.

Those records were still available to us in the future. She proudly bragged in her deposition that she actively chased you until you thought you finally caught her. She was only sorry that you never proposed to her.

They argued that her testimony seriously undermined their case. You might not consider us human after you learn what we really are and can do. What do I need to do to get ready. Go take a shower or bath and come back. Ann directed me, as she released my body back to me. When I got back to the living room all the furniture was moved back out of the way and a clean sheet was stretched out on the floor.

Both little pixies were naked and knelling on the floor with what appeared to be squeeze bottles of something smelling coconutty.

Looking up they directed me to remove my robe and jockey shorts and lay down flat on the floor, spread eagle, which I did. They would have slowly multiplied until they filled you.

So we have to do you a little differently because of the time element. We are going to apply a lotion containing nanobots directly to your body and then massage them in. Hopefully this will speed up the treatment for your body. What we are going to give you to drink will allow the nanees to grow organic implants that will allow you to communicate with me and Becky directly and use Robbie more efficiently too.

This should take less than twelve hours. I woke up feeling like somebody had sucked me dry, then spit me out, and then ran over me with a steamroller several times. Laid out on the kitchen table, sure I had one, was one plate with eggs, bacon, toast.

So I sat down and dug in with gusto. I discovered I really was hungry and super thirsty. That should have supplied the nanobots with the raw materials they needed, but if you start craving chrome or say nickel, tell us right away where we can handle it.

So I shut my mouth and tried to call Becky with my mind and suddenly she was just there in my mind with me. She was so close I felt like I could reach out and touch her. She was there all warm and shinny like a small soft warm star in my mind. Her love for me was unmistakable and it shook me to my very core. What had I ever done to deserve this gift, I demanded of myself.

Frankly this kind of commitment had always scared me. Being honest, with myself, I had to admit that I had been running away from this kind of commitment my whole life. In shock I suddenly realized that Becky could read my mind too, but instead of withdrawing from me in terror or shock, she seemed to glow brighter and closer. We all hoped and dreamed it would be so. I find the whole ideal of slavery to be abhorrent to me.

Everything in me is horrified to even know that it could even exist in this society. Would you deny me my destiny Master. See I can tone it down too. By mutual consent me and Becky reached out and enfolded Ann, whom I discovered loved me in the same way as Becky. At the same time I knew, in some odd way in the back of my mind, that there were three more just like them spread out doing different jobs around the Earth right now. With a little more effort I was soon joined to Candy, Diane, and Edith.

I also now knew that I was the center of their very universe. Wherever Becky was, it was pitch black. No light at all. Suddenly the obits section of the San Diego Post appeared on the hologram screen. As I read it my eyes spotted my own name.

I appear to have died tonight of a massive heart attack. I check the date again and yes, I die tonight. When were you going to tell me? Should I make out a will or something. Oh hell, Oh Hell. Well I hoped so anyway.

As of this moment your body has a clean bill of health. There is nothing wrong with your heart. As you already know from the news story her name is Susan Black.

They will come for her some time after midnight on the seventh Very good Doctor Evans, I think I shall like working with you. After Becky returned a little while latter with plenty of Chinese take out, I settled in to wait while stuffing my face. The Dynamic Duo seemed to have everything under control so I found myself falling asleep on the coach. I was just fixing to get up when my doorbell rang, so I just kept rolling to come up on my feet.

Bye, bye Uncle Harry. One problem down, now for the rest. Is there anybody else we should know about? You notice I was reduced to just mister now. Both MIB walked past me as I shut the door and got shot in the back. Well not shot dead shot thank God, just shot with something that paralyzed me. Just fully conscience and frozen there like a damn fool statue.

Taking a hypodermic syringe from his inside coat pocket, and removing the protective cap, he walked toward me as Number Two MIB pulled up my pants leg and rolled down my sock.

They never check the legs and a air bubble in the main artery always stops the old ticker just fine and requires very little clean up afterward. What more can you ask for Dale.

Everything else was frozen. We have it covered. About that time an excruciating pain hit me in the chest and I went out like a light. I just hope my next ones are more pleasant. Yes, Robbie and the girls say I might have to die several times before all this is over.

When I was revived latter, I found out I was now officially Jewish. The Marines do not allow you to be an atheist. Every time I got bored I had new dog tags made and tried for Anyway I found that Jews have some peculiar death and burial customs that Robbie and the girls made use of.

No autopsy was done on my dead body because of my religion and my family doctor signed off on my death certificate. That taken care of, my body was released to my grieving Granddaughters for burial the same day. The wonders of the modern age where everything can be done over the telephone, even robbing a bank.

I even had full documentation to prove that I was my own son, my father even had a tombstone and plot at Riverside, who knew. Now I needed something to eat. Oh, the important things in life. I figure you were probably the last person that knew anything about Project Alice. You just officially died Harry. We then kept you apparently dead for several hours Harry. I had your nanobots bring you back without any damage to your heart or body when me and the girls had all the loose ends tied up.

Midnight, the witching hour, several days latter found the four of us parked in front of an apartment complex in the hills overlooking Mission Beach. We were in a late model dark blue panel van marked up as a pizza delivery truck, that somebody had done some heavy modification to. Well that is unless they had started making auto glass that you could turn completely black with the push of a button. We could look out but nobody could look in.

There were a few other gadgets that I figured were not stock. Robbie also bragged that he had modified the lights to not give us away if we had to tail somebody. He said that he got that from watching reruns of cop shows from my era he proudly informed me.

It feels like they were designed, no I guess you would have to say genetically engineered for a particular type of client They were real working girls where they came from Harry, ha, ha. In their case they were working as real plumbers where I got them from. You could say they were bioengineered for their job. They were designed to be small and compact and are much stronger than they look Harry.

Where they were when I found them they could only dream of being owned by a real Master until I offered them the chance. They are just like a bitch dog in heat, openly expressing that they want They are different from most of the others though, because they were given nanobots, and actually trained and educated to do a job.

Before their kind, all sex slaves were born sterile, were never educated, and died relatively young for their kind. They were just trained with the nanobots, but never, never, ever allowed to keep the nanobots after the initial training was done. Where I found them they would never have even seen a man, more or less have a real Master of their own. You yourself was one of the main reasons it was so easy for me to recruit them.

I promised them if they came with me and served me fatefully, I would give them their very own Master. He turned Man into a pet and found out he needed Man when he met another Singularity in the future, but by that time it was too late for US on that time line. OUR future Harry is up to us now. Call this his atonement. HE will probably never even know if you succeed. Well maybe the human race anyway. The interior of the car lit up as several displays came online and lit up the interior of the car.

Not light or sound or anything you can scan. One screen seemed to follow Susan into her apartment, where she finished her call on her cell phone, dropped it on the table beside the door, and began to shed clothes even before the door fully closed and locked behind her. By the time she reached the bed in the next room she was fully naked and just dived onto the bed face down. She seemed to go to sleep the minute she hit the bed. Susan appeared to be a very uninhibited girl. Walking silently to the bedroom door one took out a modified CO2 air pistol and quietly shot a feathered dart into her pretty little exposed ass cheek.

Other that a little shudder Susan never even moved or uttered a word. The shooter waited a little while longer and then approached Susan. Checking her neck for a pulse he gestured to his partner who went out into the hall and rolled in a large trunk. Laying it down they opened it and took out several things.

Finally prepared they lifted Susan, placed her in the padded trunk and strapped her in. Then they put something like a gas mask on her and attached a tank to it. When the trunk came out it was loaded into a waiting marked Orange County utility van and off we all went to see the wizard. Hundreds of surplus ships from W.

II and latter Korea. Too old to see active service, but too new to just scuttle someone up there figured. Sometimes just used as target practice by the Navy to test new weapons systems.

So the Navy anchors them and gives the Marine Crop the dubious duty of guarding them. Among them are several hospital ships. We traced Susan to one of the Hope Class hospital ships. We always knew that Susan was duplicated, just like we knew you died.

Those facts are fixed in the time line they came from. In fact Ann and her sisters are some of her great, great, great incarnations. Now we know it was on one of these hospital ships. They would make a perfect base for them to operate from. They are really small cities. They could have even moved them around later to throw off any investigation that got too close. No wonder they never found where the copies were coming from. Can you forgive me Somebody must have shot me again, because the next thing I knew I was awake in a strange bed with Ann hugging my back and Becky curled up in front.

A real sexy situation, we were all still fully clothed in T-shirts, jeans and light jackets, with our running shoes scattered all over the room. Now does someone want to tell me what comes next. We assumed that they were operating from one of the big college labs or Silicon Valley startups up north in LA. Now we find out that they have commandeered an entire Hope Hospital Ship down here almost on the Mexican border.

An entire freaking Hope Hospital Ship, maybe two or more for all we know. Who could have figured this? Anyway Robbie has changed everything now.

We are now going to steal their entire operation, lock stock and ship. Then lunch on the pier next to the jetty latter or maybe try out one of the new Roach Coaches that are always showing up in the parking lots on the edge of the beach.

I soon discovered that the girls had two gauzy pullovers that made what they were almost wearing legal in most states. Even being dead I still looked like a younger version of myself, but way too old and pervy for this jail bait I was with, ha, ha. Five engineers, five medical doctors, ten male nurses and five muscle headed grunts, along with the rouge AI. That makes fifteen copies that we have to deal with. As they are now they are no good to anybody.

What we have to decide now is, what do we want to do with them. By the time they came along there were laws that deprived them of any right, they were sterilized at birth, well when they were created anyway, and at the end of their useful life contract they were quietly, but efficiently automatically terminated by another implant which appeared to be a natural heart attack They are only five of a batch of one hundred that were made from their original.

By the way, the original was part of a small breeding pool of females artificially inseminated with a tailored sperm specimen from a large frozen sperm bank. Originals were never educated, but were treated well for the most part. When they were judged mature, ripe I guess you would have to say Harry, they were popped into your machine and duplicated by the hundreds. I answered with a shrug and observation. I read this story in an Norton Anthology once that put forward the premise, that for some reason people started breeding people to replace cattle as a food source for some reason.

Do you understand Robbie, at birth they were maimed and branded. At birth these children were deprived of the ability to communicate with the world around them, or manipulate objects.

I paused and allowed Robbie to continue. Yes, it would be Harry, but effective Harry, very very effective. Expect the worst and you will never be disappointed in your fellow man I always say, ha, ha. We seem to forget history awful fast. And so started our infiltration. After a week we had the Hope ship itself completely isolated and we controlled everything and everyone that went in or came out of the ship. I was beginning to doubt that there was an AI involved.

Nothing I had learned so far precluded a purely human agency from doing all this. So I became restless waiting for Robbie to act.

When I came in form the beach the next day, Ann was waiting with a large bound volume of computer printout. It turns out you can do just about anything with Nanobots. So I decided to give them the same full organic package I had gotten, plus some added features like the ability to control their facial muscles, control of the mellin or skin color, hair color, even the ability to mask or change their fingerprints, and a few other necessary things that I could give them right now.

There were other things that would require time and patience on all our parts. The place to start was the skeleton itself and work outward from there. With the right dietary supplements and a plan of action the bones themselves could be strengthened, modified and reinforced.

The same can be done for the musculature itself. Not only can you grow bigger and better muscles you can add things like carbon to the tissue around vital organs to make them bullet resistant, bulletproof is a much overrated term. I was intrigued and as a joke asked Robbie if the girls could produce chocolate milk on what I thought was our private channel.

I was shocked and embarrassed when all the girls replied that they would think about it and see what they could think up. What kind of Frankenstein monster was I creating? It turns out that individual nanobots are intentionally made rather dumb on purpose. Working as a group like bees or ants they can do just about anything given enough time and the right kinds of raw materials to work with. In fact removing those specific poisons is the only true function that is actually built into all the nanobots.

After that they are directed by an external computer to do or construct other things, Robbie in this instance directs them. In our case they then construct small semi organic computers in different parts of the brain. Because of the communication protocols, Robbie still has the ability to direct all the implants and nanees, unless he intentionally terminates that control.

Robbie explained that the protocols are so deeply encrypted that it is virtually impossible to hack his, well our, implants now. This had not always been true. The first Nanobots had been developed to remove certain cancer cells.

Soon the patients were all dead. Even with their new brain implants it would still be months, if not years, before my fifteen new recruits were intelligent people again. It would be at least weeks, more likely months, before they could even feed or cloth themselves, more or less hold an intelligent conversation with any of them.

In fact I began to suspect that Robbie knew this all along and had planed it this way from the start. It was too deeply entrenched in the government and military systems to attack directly with any success. Recording and transferring personalities is much more dangerous than the teleporter ideal ever was.

How many people would pay to wake up in a brand new younger body. I would never consider it. The ME would have died. That is not me. With the push of a button all the key human personnel on the base and ship froze in place. Ann took over the gate and Edith handled the phones.

Posts navigation

Leave a Reply