sex slave part two NSFW!

Part two
The next few days revealed some startling things about Cindy and maybe even Patty. Cindy seemed to have an almost pathological oral fixation, Patty’s body was soon covered with tiny red suction marks left by Cindy. Patty’s nipples began to get so raw she had to restrict the time Cindy was allowed to suckle. But Patty’s clitoris was Cindy’s main object of sucking desire. Patty had to limit her to three times a day just to be able to stand the orgasms generated by Cindy’s attentions. But one thing stood out so much it made all the rest of Cindy’s weirdness seem tame. Cindy had a cock, well not really, it was an enlarged clitoris, but it was five inches long and one inch thick. It could only get erect if it was sucked but once it was hard Cindy could use like a man, it was only half as big as masters’ cock, but Patty liked it even better than the sucking. Patty liked anal sex very much and Cindy’s large clitoris was the perfect size. Sex with Cindy was wonderful!
When it came time to go to market Patty was looking through her closet to pick out her public shopping dress, she would wear her leather collar with her ID badge attached. Once out into the world of free people and other slaves Patty needed her identification to make sure she could buy the food and other goods she required to maintain herself in the style master wanted for her. In some ways she dreaded these trips, often the freewomen would berate her, call her names until they saw her badge and realized she was owned by one of the most powerful men in the world. Then the catcalls and rude remarks descended into mutterings as she walked along. These days almost everyone recognized her and often these trips were even pleasant. But today she was taking her slave with her. A slave with her own slave was unusual even for a favorite like Patty but she wanted to show off her new charge. Master had at least implied she could take Cindy with her, so she decided she would! Master had left a note telling her to make sure Cindy was covered well with sunscreen if Patty took her out since her skin was so sensitive but Patty’s skin was sensitive as well so Patty was well versed in sunscreen.
First Patty had to explain what was going to happen to Cindy, Cindy had been kept in seclusion and had never been out before.
“Cindy come to me,” Cindy immediately ran to her side and prostrated herself on the floor like Patty did for Master. “Cindy look up at me,” commanded Patty. Cindy did as she was told, her white eyebrows and long white lashes were extremely exotic but her wide pink eyes were simply unheard of to Patty. It was unnerving to look into those eyes.
“Cindy, we are going shopping for our food and a few odds and ends, I could call and just have it delivered but I like to pick out the best for us. Sometimes I cook for master and he only eats the very best. Master is coming to see us tonight and we must be ready for anything he wants!
Cindy looked horrified, she said, “Mistress, I have never been to the market or anyplace else. Will we be safe?” Suddenly another look of horror passed over her face, “Mistress will you give me to this man? Will he have his way with me like my former owner told me?”
Patty chuckled, “Cindy, master already owns you, you are his to take at any time, I cannot give him what he already owns! You just follow my lead and do what Master says and you will be rewarded just like I am! His ownership protects us, no one would mess with our Masters slaves!”
Cindy looked dubious, but she tried a small smile, “if it must happen it will, I am yours to command my Mistress.”
Patty kissed Cindy on the forehead, “My little dove, you will enjoy Master’s attentions, I guarantee it! We need to get dressed a big day and night is ahead of us!”
Patty had to start out the trip by applying sunscreen to her and Cindy, Cindy rubbed the oil on Patty and Patty rubbed it on Cindy. Cindy insisted on making it a sexual experience and Patty was in too much of a hurry to argue so by the time Patty and Cindy were slathered with sunscreen they both were out of breath.
Patty had ordered a custom made bright blue silk dress, hoop skirt, custom fitted, long with large puffy sleeves, pantaloons and all the correct undergarments a lady should wear, and a matching umbrella to shield Cindy from the hot sun. Patty wore her green silk dress with a similar design. A plunging neckline on Patty showed just how well-endowed she was but Cindy had small breasts, her neckline was more modest. Master would want them to look their best since they were representing him and his ability to own the best. Such details not only demonstrated to the public that she was special to her Master it drove the free women to fits of envy to see her dressed like a lady. Patty not so secretly enjoyed that greatly!
Patty locked a similar collar on Cindy, with her own ID badge and attached a leash, slaves were to be controlled at all times. Patty was special to her master and had a special badge denoting her status but Cindy had none, it would have been illegal for Cindy to go out and not be on a leash.
Patty led Cindy down the ramp and hailed a robo cab, they got in and Patty allowed the cab to scan her badge to show she had credit and away they went to the market. By this time Cindy was so excited she begged to suck a nipple and Patty had to let her to get her to calm down. Cindy’s oral fixation was puzzling and Patty was going to ask master why Cindy was like this next time he was home.
Cindy was very excited when they exited the cab, she had told Patty she had never been to market before and she was very excited to see it. All Patty could think of was what was it going to take to calm Cindy down when they got home!
As they walked along Patty leading Cindy on her leash they began to get many strange stares. Patty heard “engen” muttered under peoples’ breaths as she stopped at various stalls to order food to be delivered to her compound. Finally, a well-dressed freewoman stopped Patty.
“Well well well, it looks like the sex toy has been replaced finally!”
“What does it feel like to train your replacement, sex toy?”
Many people began to laugh around her. “What are you talking about freewoman?” asked Patty.
The laughter grew, “poor little sex toy, don’t you know what you have on that leash?”
“Yes,” replied Patty immediately, “she is my slave, master gave her to me!”
The laughter become harsher, “Stupid sex slave, she is EnGen, she is a genetically engineered sex toy, they are going to replace all you sluts the men have been fucking all these years and all you sluts will go back to hard labor like you are supposed to be doing!”
The shouts were becoming angry now, a piece of rotten fruit almost hit Patty. Patty gathered up her skirts and led Cindy away hurriedly. Patty’s face was red and her heart was beating wildly. What could those terrible people have meant?
Patty was terrified by the time she got home, a glitch in her key card seemed to be denying her entrance into her own apartments. It made her realize she wasn’t really home just in her slave quarters.
She took off the heavy dress and put on her best ethereal silk gown and dressed Cindy the same way. Master was due home tonight, she would have to figure out a way to ask these questions without being disrespectful to master. She was lost deep in thought as Cindy did her best to suck Patty’s clitoris completely off….
As Patty waited for her master she thought of Cindy and her abilities, if Cindy was as good at sucking cock as she was at sucking a clit Cindy could replace Patty easily, maybe Master was one of those men who liked cocks and woman too. It was puzzling, so much so Patty missed her apartment door opening and she was lying back with Cindy between her legs when Master walked in.
“Patty,” Master said in his low gentle voice, “are you having fun with your sex toy? Have you forgotten I am due home tonight?”
Patty jumped up wide eyed, Cindy was thrown into the floor as Patty assumed her position on the floor. Cindy was in a panic, she didn’t know what to do.
“Patty, do you not think it would be a good idea to show Cindy what she should do when I come in? A slave should always know what to do when their master comes in the room.”

Patty looked up and Cindy, panic was all over her face. Patty tried to tell Cindy what to do but her position on the floor keeps her from being able to get Cindy’s attention.
Finally, master steps in, “Patty get up, show Cindy what to do, it’s not fair to leave her like this.”
Totally embarrassed, Patty jumps up, “Cindy, please listen to your Mistress, kneel down like I did and put your forehead on the floor like I did. You must show your submission to our Master!”
Hesitatingly, Cindy kneels down and puts her forehead on the floor in front of master. There are tears in her eyes.
“Patty, what is this, why does Cindy cry? Rise up Patty and tell me what is going on!”
Patty raises her head from the floor and looks up at her Master.
“Master she is afraid if you, her former owner filled her head full of lies about male masters and she is terrified you are going to hurt her.”
“Did you tell her this was not true? I will not hurt her any more than I would you.”
“Yes Master, but she has heard this all her life, she believes it.”
Master rubs his chin as he thinks, “Damn that Fiona, she has filled this toy up with her bullshit, if she cannot be convinced that crap isn’t true I’ll have to erase her mind and raise her all over again!”
Patty looks up at her beloved master with questions in her eyes. “Erase her mind? Raise her again?”
“Yes Patty, come with me into the other room and I will explain. “Cindy hold that position until your Mistress tells you otherwise.” With that Master leads Patty into the bedroom. “Patty, the girl I gave you is very special, but she is not a real human, she was made in a vat, she has always been 18 and will always be 18, All the engen girls do not age, they stay 18 forever, she has only been alive two years and that bitch Fiona has ruined her!”
Patty sinks into deep thought, “so that is why she has an oral fixation?”
“Yes Patty, she has been programmed to love to suck, she has no gag reflex or qualms about doing anything or at least she shouldn’t. Fiona seems to have programmed her to fear men. I thought you would enjoy her company and her sexual attentions. If you want, I’ll send her back to the factory and we’ll be rid of her.”
Patty is suddenly stunned. “you mean she is not my replacement? The freewomen in the market said the engen girl was my replacement and I would have go to work at hard labor!” Patty was crying now.
Master smiled down at Patty and she saw the love in his eyes for the first time. “No Patty, no one will ever replace you, you are my favorite and you will always be my favorite. Come her my little angel.”
Patty walks to him slowly, he takes her in his arms. “Patty if I wanted I could have a dozen regular slave girls, but I you are the only one I keep. You know I do like a group of girls from time to time so I thought you might like a girl you knew and was comfortable with for our excursions into that area instead of strangers like we usually do.”
“Patty looks up at her master, “Cindy is wonderful, she can do anything I want while you are away, I am not lonely anymore, I should never have listened to the harpies in the market place, I am sorry master, please let me make it up to you.”
Master looks at her, he kisses Patty hard, several times, it makes her knees weak to be kissed by her master.
Patty looks at her master and asks, “Master do I look old now, it has been ten years since you bought me, do I look old to you?”
“No patty, I think you look just like you did when I bought you, just as pretty just as sweet, in fact I am sure of it! Kneel for me Patty if you wish.”
Patty kneels down and takes her masters cock in her mouth, all is right with her world for now and Cindy is still in the other room with her head on the floor…
Patty stopped sucking masters cock, master looked down surprised. “What is it Patty, why do you stop?”
Master, replied Patty, “I think it’s time to show Cindy how to suck more than clitoris, may I call her in?”
Master chuckled, “Yes Patty my angel, I think that would be a great idea.”
Patty stands up and pads silently back to get Cindy.
As she comes into the grand hall Patty calls Cindy’s name, Cindy hasn’t stayed where she was, Patty calls to her again, “Cindy!” Across the room patty hears a small shuffling noise. Cindy is hiding behind one of the large couches. Patty walks over and looks down at the small white-haired girl in hiding.
“Cindy, do you want to be punished?”
“No Mistress,” a small voice answers.
Look up at me Cindy, Cindy raises her head and again Patty is swept away by her exotic beauty, the long white lashes and pink eyes.
“Cindy come with me.” Patty says gently, she takes Cindy’s hand and leads her to her master.

Cindy sees Masters erect cock, huge and tight skinned, she looks panicky but Patty whispers in her ear. “Cindy you love to suck, this is what you need to suck now, kneel for our master.”
Cindy kneels and Patty kneels beside her, “Just close your eyes and suck Cindy, it is easy, and Master will not hurt you, I promise you that”
Cindy opens her mouth and leans in to take masters cock in her mouth, Patty gently presses on the back of her head as she begins to suck. The masters cock slides all the way in, easily, Cindy shows no signs of gagging as she begins to use her throat muscles to milk masters cock. Patty looks on in awe, she remembers how many years it took her to learn to do that and she still sometimes chokes and must stop a while but Cindy just does it as natural and easy as she sucks Patty’s clitoris. It looks like this will be an interesting night.

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Slave girl Patty… No minors, NSFW!

Patty’s Story, part one…

Patty was pacing the room, tonight had been a very special night. Her Master had brought her a present, a wondrous present. Patty didn’t understand why Master had decided she needed such a gift. But the gift opened a most wonderful set of possibilities. Master had owned Patty since she was 18. Over the years she had become totally devoted to being Masters sex slave, Master was good, he was generous, Patty had not imagined such a grand life when she had been sold into general servitude. Most people were sold into bondage as workers, workers were in high demand, Patty had an education, she would have brought big money as a worker. Patty knew that most factory workers seldom lived to see ten years of servitude, exposure to the chemicals and dangers of the work environment usually resulted in severe injury or even death to most worker slaves after just ten years.

Patty had been thrilled to find her young life would not be wasted on the factory floor when her former masters had been convicted as enemies of the state and their possessions confiscated and sold at auction. She missed her family, estate life had been good and the horror of being sold off after the collapse when her former master and mistress had gone to the gallows had almost been enough to kill her inside as well. But her new master was good and kind in his own way. He never beat her if she obeyed, he never hurt her for fun other than the little pains that had sex feel better. As she paced she went over the events of the day….

Suddenly the door to her chamber was flung open and her Master walked in, Patty was thrilled and ran to him and dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor waiting for his command. Master looked down at Patty, her long flaming red hair made a halo around her head on the floor. Her pale white skin covered with freckles shown in the gaps her flimsy thin robe didn’t cover.

Master said, “Patty, look up at me, I have a very special present for you.”

Patty raised her head to look at her master, her eyes shone with devotion to Master, all good things flowed from Master. When she saw what he was carrying her eyes got wide. He had what appeared to be a person wrapped in a blanket, it was a small person, it’s feet hung out from one end and long white hair hung out the other end.

“Rise Patty see what I have brought for you”

Patty got to her feet, Master was tall, six feet and six inches, and Patty was short, five feet at most, flaming red hair to her waist, very busty and slightly chubby. Master liked her that way and she took great pains to maintain her appearance exactly the way Master wanted. Patty noticed her Master taking in the sight of her, it made her nipples tighten up under her thin silk gown great pains to maintain her appearance exactly the way Master wanted. Patty noticed her Master taking in the sight of her, it made her nipples tighten up under her thin silk gown.

“Come with me Patty to your bed chamber” Patty obediently followed her Master.

Master laid his bundle on the bed and unwrapped the most amazing thing Patty had ever seen, a girl, much shorter than even Patty, long completely white hair, very pale pink skin, a small streak of equally white hair grew from her kitty. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white as snow. Patty looked in amazement at this small creature Master had laid on her bed.

“Patty, she is yours, you will be her mistress. No longer will you be lonely when I am away. This one will keep you company, warm your bed in the long lonely nights. You can train her to do anything you wish, she was the prized slave of a woman who couldn’t stop gambling, I took this sweet girl as payment for her former mistresses gambling debt. Treat her well and she will loyal to you.

Patty stared in astonishment at this gift, Master had been generous in the past, a diamond collar and a gold link chain leash for when Master took her out in public. Jewelry to wear in public, emeralds big as patty’s nipples even dresses of silk and other fine fabric, Master liked to show her off. Even this place she lived, as grand in a way that even the masters of her world seldom experienced, but to have her own slave!

She turned to her Master, “I do not know what to say Master, she is beautiful, but she is so young, shouldn’t she be with her family at this age?”

Master looked at patty hard, “Patty do you question your Masters gift? Have I been too good to you?”

A horrified look passed over Patty’s freckled face, “oh no Master, never, please forgive me.” Patty dropped to her position, forehead pressed to the floor.

Patty couldn’t see it, but her master smiled, his feelings for patty went beyond slave and master but he could never let her know that. “Patty, she is 18, the same age as you when I bought you at auction, she is just small in stature, skinny and undernourished. I expect you to change that!”

Patty kept he forehead on the floor, but she answered, “Yes my Master, it will be as you say.”

Master smiled again, “Patty rise up, I have need of your talents.”

Patty rose to her knees to see Master’s cock, hard and tight, looking her in the face. Patty smiled, her Master wasn’t upset, he still desired her. Patty took his cock in her mouth and began to suck and lick his cock. Master took a handful of that wonderful red hair and pulled Patty to him, Master’s cock slid all the way down Patty’s throat, and he began to enjoy Patty’s skills. The girl on the bed opened her eyes and a look of horror crossed her face and she hid in the blanket.

Master picked Patty up and lay her on the bed, this would be a special night, all of Patty’s charms would be explored, Patty would orgasm many times and she would get her fill of Master’s vital fluid, Patty loved to drink from him and he loved to give his cum to Patty.

Hours later, after Patty had satisfied her beloved Master, many, many times, as Master left, his final word was, take care of her Patty, she is special in a way I cannot say right now but she is yours to train, train her well. Patty watched him leave with longing in her eyes, she always missed her Master terribly when he was gone. Patty went to examine her new charge. Patty looked at the bundle on the bed, the girl had wrapped herself up in the blanket as though she was hiding. Patty slowly pealed the blanket from her new companion. The blanket was harsh, made of wool, itchy, Patty made a mental note to throw it away at her first opportunity. The girl was huddled into a ball, her long white hair tangled and dirty. Her skin had bruises and cuts, her face was stained with tears, slowly she opened her eyes, Patty was astonished, she had pink eyes, Patty had never seen such a thing.

“Girl” Patty said, “what is your name?”

The girl looked at Patty, “are you my new mistress?”

Patty smiled at her, “yes I am your new mistress, but I am Masters slave too, why did you hide while I pleasured him, you should pay attention, you will be required to pleasure him too eventually.”

The girls eyes went wild, “oh no, he is a man, they torture girls, use them to satisfy their horrible appetites for inflicting pain!” The girl dove back into her dirty wool blanket.

Patty was horrified to hear such talk. She reached out and took the blanket from the girl and threw it on the floor. “What is your name girl!’ Patty used her most dominant voice.

The naked girl looked up and said, “Cindy” in a tiny meek voice.

Patty looked at her kindly and took her tiny hand. “Come with me Cindy, you belong to me now and you need to be clean.”

Patty led her to the washroom and began to fill the huge tub with hot steamy water.

“We need to clean you up, around here being clean is very important,” she indicated to Cindy she should get in the water.

Cindy’s eyes were big as saucers, “Mistress, you want me to get in that water?”

“Yes Cindy, you must be clean, I will not let you sleep in my bed if you are dirty.”

Cindy slowly slipped into the water, the look on her face was one of awe, “I have never had a hot bath before Mistress, you are very indulgent.”

Patty chuckled, “no Cindy a hot bath will be required often here, we believe in being clean, her let me show you how to scrub up.” Patty began the task of washing Cindy, it was obvious Cindy hadn’t been able to wash in some time. Her skin was covered in small bruises and cuts.

“Cindy, how did you get these cuts and bruises my little one?”

“My Mistress liked to use pain to have fun with me, she loaned me to her friends and they liked to inflict pain as well, it wasn’t too bad, not as bad as what men do to girls.”

Patty looked horrified, “Cindy, I am your mistress now, you will not refer to that monster as your mistress any longer, do you understand?” I am your new Mistress, you will call me Mistress and no one else, understood?” Patty might have been a slave, but she understood the need for discipline, Cindy’s referring to her former mistress as her Mistress had to stop now. “You will call her your former owner, not Mistress.”

Cindy looked terrified, “yes Mistress” Cindy said in a tiny voice, “please do not punish me for my transgression….”

Patty looked at Cindy with compassion in her eyes, “no one is going to punish you for such a small thing Cindy, just remember you belong to me and my Master now!”

A look of terror passed over Cindy’s face again. “Do I have to belong to him? My mis… former owner told me men were horrible and would hurt me and do terrible things to me!” Cindy began to cry.

“Cindy, your former owner hurt you, didn’t she?

“Uh huh”

“Trust me Cindy she was not a good owner, our Master will never hurt you as long as you do what you are told, and neither will I!”

Cindy immediately leapt into Patty’s arms, hugging her close. Patty stroked her head and whispered sweet things to Cindy. Cindy couldn’t see the tears well up in Patty’s eyes, Patty seldom gave much thought to the way most sex slaves were treated, her wonderful life was a rare exception, most sex slaves were abused terribly.

Now clean, washed and brushed, Patty medicated all the small cuts on Cindy’s body, there were 19 cuts that were bad enough to need a small bandage the rest were just rubbed with medicated ointment. Patty picked Cindy up out of the tub and dried her off, Patty was just barely five feet tall, but Cindy was at least six inches shorter, she had not been raised correctly for sure. Patty put on of her own robes on Cindy, it swallowed her, but it did the job, they walked to the kitchen.

“Cindy are you hungry?”

Cindy’s eyes told the tale, Patty sat her down and got out some leftovers from supper from the fridge and heated them in the micro-oven, roast chicken and green beans. Cindy devoured them using her fingers like it was her only meal in days, sadly Patty thought, that just might be true.

After she cleaned Cindy up, Patty was tired, her liaison with Master was tiring enough but cleaning up her new charge really tired her out, it was time for bed.

“Cindy come with me, it’s bed time and I am tired. Cindy followed Patty to her bedchamber, Cindy immediately lay down on the floor on the deep rug beside Patty’s bed.

Patty looked down at Cindy, what sort of monster owned you Cindy, she thought.

“Get up Cindy you will not sleep on the floor!”

Cindy jumped up, a scared look on her face, “the rug was so soft, and you are so kind I thought I might get to sleep near you” Cindy’s body was shaking with fear.

“No Cindy my little dove, the floor beside my bed is not for you,” Cindy was looking around to see where she might sleep. “You will sleep with me Cindy, in my bed under the covers where it is warm and soft.” A look of awe crossed Cindy’s face, “with you? There?”

“Yes Cindy, take off the robe, the covers on my bed will keep us warm.”

Patty drew back the covers as Cindy dropped her robe and Cindy slipped between the covers with a look of disbelief on her face, Patty did the same and covered them both up.

Cindy immediately snuggled up to Patty and began to caress her. “Oh mistress, if I only have this one night it is better than all my other nights put together! I have never eaten such wonderful food, taken a hot bath or been allowed to sleep in a real bed, thank you mistress!” Patty thought of stopping Cindy, she even tried to hold her at bay at first, but Cindy was determined, and Patty soon gave in to Cindy’s kisses and caresses. Slowly Cindy slipped down sucking Patty’s long hard nipples before sliding on down to lick and suck Patty’s kitty. Suddenly Patty understood why Master liked her submission so much, it was wonderful to own someone! Patty pulled Cindy’s face tight against her kitty and enjoyed being a Mistress for the first time!

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The Party

The Party

The Party was fairly regular at first, my own software projected my green Hulk image reasonably well into the artificial universe created by the newbie who was giving this little hoe down. I must be one of the few people left on the meta site that knows what hoe down even means…
What that actually means is that my body is barely alive and is currently being maintained in my own household facility. Yeah, life’s a bitch, but I can still wander cyber space with some reasonable impunity. A rather large coin investment in hardware to run my self-written software had so far resulted in a reasonable amount of autonomy in most places and a huge presence in places where I was actively invited like this little newbie get together.
My newbie friend was not paying close attention to my and a few others advice on who to invite and how to invite them. My software was picking up several known trolls in the room, my software changed their depiction into slack jawed idiot parodies of what they were trying to show and no doubt a few of them did the same to my avatar in their own view but I doubted any of those guys could make anyone one else see me that way while I was pretty sure my own software had a reasonably easy time of making everyone else see them as jokes… petty but satisfying nonetheless…
My avatar went around the room digitally shaking hands and making kissy faces at friends and frenemies around the room. Nice looking place really, looks a lot like some super hearo’s lair, tacky but I hey I was the Hulk! Pretty much tacky personified…
The newbies were of course trying to gain access into social networks by giving this little soiree so they had pretty much pulled out all the protection software to allow all of the guests to project their own software unimpeded… a mistake no doubt but working out so far.
There seemed to be more than a few guests who were incognito, many of their real identities were immediately pegged by my own software, mostly because they were friends. More than a few were a mystery even to my own rather rude probing’s… rather interesting!
Incognito avatars usually looked like dark humanoid renderings with no details, just a smoky darkness shaped like a human. Of course there were hundreds of people here, amazing collection of old school and newbie avatars, one was familiar, a rogue really, very powerful software, usually benign but seldom really getting caught up into doing anything but observing.
He appeared to everyone as a floating ball of spines, my own software could only see him that way even though I had programed the machine to enforce some rules of reality to make things easier to understand his software pretty much allowed his avatar to do whatever it wanted floating around defying even reasonable basic rules like gravity.
Always makes me uneasy to see someone flaunting the rules, never know what else they might be able to do but he, actually a she, was a friend from real life and I didn’t really consider her a threat. The trolls were beginning to get aggressive, trying to strike out at various guests but so far everyone had immediately ignored them and they slowly began to fade away as fewer and fewer people acknowledged their existence.
The lack of room constraints had worried me from the beginning and sure enough a predator showed up! My own software recognized him and my own armor went to maximum immediately. Of course that meant Hulk got bigger and greener as far as the room could see but the asshole picked up on an avatar that wasn’t backed up by particularly strong protection and went into feeding mode ignoring the chaos his actions created in the room proper.
Almost immediately two trolls unboxed predator software and started trying to feed on other avatars and the room was thrown into pandemonium. Avatars began to wink out as those who had weak software and or hardware decided to run but this little get together was to get the attention of my own social group for possible admittance so this time at least they began to unbox their battle personas. The first predator, who did have an impressive octopus avatar, was immediately attacked by Captain America but the Captain was over whelmed and had to reboot almost immediately.
Thor stepped up and put the god smack on his ass, he was reeled by that and his image faded as he almost had to reboot but he firmed back and up and I immediately began to Hulk smash his ass. I think it was the first time I had encountered this particular predator and I immediately tasted bot. Then I was pissed, I hate bots only slightly less than the people who release them, outta be a law!
We grappled for an amazingly large time span, 30 milliseconds or so before the predator simply vanished from the room. Typical cowardly software, written to survive no matter what and running from a Hulk smash was about the only way.
As all the other members of the Super Group firmed back up and gave a serious probe of the room, almost all of the trolls and incognito avatars were gone, good move if your software wasn’t up to the task and or you felt like you didn’t have a dog in this hunt. No need to get caught up in other people troubles.
From there on out the party went pretty good, once the wannabes and flat out predators had been shaken out the software enhancements had come out. As usual a party had attracted the purveyors of unusual and profound experiences that when applied to your software could be uploaded into your own wet ware for some sweet dreams.
Some of the dealers had cyber examples of their programs to display in the room, the more serious sellers were usually a little more secretive and generally only a handful were judged by me to have solid delusions to sell.
I stayed for a while, a few avatars I hadn’t seen in quite some time and I needed to find out what was what about them. After a time it was decided to disband the party, a few more cyber hugs and kisses and some really wild cybersex, was passed around, no viruses had survived the little battle for room control so some people had gotten bit wild but most of us have the software to prevent than for ourselves and everyone else anyway so no worries along that front tonight.
So I picked up a few wetware delusions to run later, told everyone good bye and disconnected, not a bad party, not a bad way to spend 1.5 seconds…

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Winston and the pickup truck

Winston and the pickup truck

Winston was a dog, not just any dog, Winston was a mighty dog and he knew it! Winston was very territorial, his yard was his! Rather small for a basset hound he had two accomplices of equally small stature in the form of his two brothers Max and Brutus. Max and Brutus were followers, they would rather sleep in the sun than almost anything else, but they obeyed their pack leader Winston.
One January day a rare snow fall began, none of the brothers had seen snow and they were fascinated by the white fluffy stuff falling from the sky. Their big noses plowed trenches in the the fallen snow and were quickly covered up only to be plowed again as the dogs ran around the yard.
Winston like many mighty heroes had his nemesis, actually he had several objects he tilted at from time to time but today it was the neighbors pickup truck. As the snow began to fall harder visibility began to wain and cars slowed down to a crawl on the slippery road surface. I noticed Winston was watching the cars drive slowly past. He had never chased a car, but he appeared to be having thoughts of some importance concerning those monsters slowly driving by. He watched intently for several minutes until my neighbor came along in his pickup truck.
Winston had a history with that pickup truck, Winston liked to piss on it’s tires, but it always been standing still or going too fast to catch before now. Winston gave his war hoop and his two brothers waddled over to be his back up. Winston was going to kill the truck! It was plain to see for anyone who spoke dog that the neighbors pickup truck was going to be challenged.
Winston led his pack mates out into the street and confronted the pickup truck. Snarling, growling, and barking so viciously loud that my neighbor stopped his truck just in front of the three dogs arranged in their triangle attack position, Winston in the front and Max and Brutus standing on each side but slightly behind Winston.
Those three doofy hounds began raise a ruckus that was downright freighting. Snarling and barking like crazy dogs my neighbor john stopped his truck, rolled down the window, and asked me what he should do. I told him to honk his horn,The noise would surely scare the dogs back into my yard.
But I had forgotten the hatred Winston had for that truck, when ever we would next door to cook out or just enjoy a beer in the sun Winston would always piss on each of the trucks tires and though subtle dog communication instruct his brothers to follow Winston’s lead in an effort to piss as many times as possible on all the tires of my neighbor’s truck.
But today the truck was driving very slowly down the street and Winston saw his chance to do battle with the plastic and steel monster.
Starting to bark, growl, and snarl so loud it was hard to believe they were the lazy couch hounds I loved and allowed to live in my house!
My neighbor looked at me standing in the yard and gave me this “what do I do look”?
I told him to scare them with the horn again, so he blared the horn loudly once more, but it didn’t have the effect I expected. Winston suddenly charged forward and attacked the trucks bumper
Making a real effort to bite a piece of the plastic off the truck.
Finally, I had to go out and pick up ball of snarling fury and take him back to his yard. His pack stopped immediately and meekly followed into the back yard and then into the house where Winston planted himself in from of the treat jar and barked for a treat.
Evidently, he was quite proud of himself for stopping this big metal monster and thought he and his compatriots deserved a treat. I gave them a cookie and they went to their beds for much needed nap from so much activity…

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First Contact?

New story… First contact…

Sarah watched the video screen as the rover Odin crawled across the surface of the planet Asgard. It was easy to think the video was in real time, but the reality was that the newly discovered planet Asgard was a little less than a light day from Earth. When Asgard was first found, it was thought it might be a rogue planet but subsequent measurements showed it was in a very long slow orbit of the Sun.

20,000 miles in diameter and made mostly of various ices with a metallic core and rocky outer layer over that metal core. The core was thought to be a bit bigger than Earth but the icy mantle was 6,000 miles deep and consisted of exotic high pressure ices and supercritical fluids. Cryovolcanoes were common on the surface, vast seas of liquid methane and ethane covered two thirds of its surface. Asgard was almost a much larger analog of Saturn’s moon Titan.

Asgard was so interesting that within a decade of its’ discovery an orbiter had been sent and three rovers landed on the surface. The orbiter was called Valkyrie, the three rovers were named Odin, Thor and Loki but like his mischievous name sake Loki had proved to be troublesome. Loki had stopped transmitting within a few weeks after a flood of methane rain had buried the hapless probe but Odin and Thor were operating with near perfection.

The surface of Asgard was, both unique and familiar. The atmosphere was a ten-bar mixture of helium, hydrogen, nitrogen, neon and other noble gasses. CO2, CO, and some hydrocarbons made up intermittent snowfall in the areas around the extensive cryovolcano activity. Methane rain squalls swept the surface regularly and the winds often broke off the crystalline growths that covered much of the surface.

Sarah had been mesmerized from the very beginning by the vast vistas the rovers had revealed. The forests of strange crystals, what appeared to be slow moving analogs of animal life, and yes there appeared to be life on the surface. Some scientists still had doubts preferring to wait before coming out on the side of living things, instead they asserted it was possible the growths and odd looking spiny balls and other shapes were just odd crystals and accretions native to the surface being rolled around by wind.

Sarah came down strongly on the side of life being responsible for the odd objects and growth on Asgard. But she had to admit the basis of such life was at this point was speculative at best! Five weeks ago, just as Oden approached what seemed to be a forest of crystalline forms, all transmissions from Valkyrie had stopped, 12 days of panic had ensued before the signal had been reacquired.

Three centuries of scientific advance, retreat, and finally advance since man first landed on the moon. “I am so lucky to live in this time,” Thought Sarah, “superstition has been vanquished, various faiths no longer fought between themselves to the detriment of society, a real utopia was finally on the horizon.”

While the power of religion had been quelled most of Earths people still held a belief in a higher power and various Temples, Mosques, Cathedrals, Churches and other holy sites were still held in high regard and services were still held there in the old traditions but the influences, not to mention the power of life and death had subsided.

Sarah smiled, “What a wonderful time to be alive…”

Now yet another problem had cropped up, the signal was old video, for some reason the Valkyrie orbiter had been sending old data instead of new. Sarah had noticed when the data stream had resumed the video seemed to be showing a surface that was familiar. Almost two weeks of study, trying to get the orbiter to reboot and even switching to sending the signals to the Pluto orbiter for re-transmission had failed to determine what the problem was. Two days ago, the explanation suddenly became glaringly obvious.

A new signal had been detected from the vicinity of Asgard, a signal that was riding the data transmission from Valkyrie, a signal that couldn’t be explained, a signal that had been decoded just three hours ago.

Sarah had the video playing over and over, back and forth across the portion where the signal became self-explanatory. The point that showed an alien sitting facing the camera, their camera, not Odin’s camera or Thor’s camera, but what was evidently a camera originating from an alien ship of some sort.

Sarah, called her grad student from the console where he was also going over the data.
“Jim”, asked Sarah, “do we have any reply from the radio telescope on the far side of the moon?”
“Not yet, the Lunar communication satellite has five more minutes before it comes into line of sight.”

The wait for the data from the radar dish was excruciating, the last data dump had given them just more of the alien figure with STANDBY scrolling across the bottom of the screen as though it was one of those “close captioned” channels on television.

Jim asked, “Have you decided when we are going to announce this transmission outside the agency or the government?”

Sarah sighed, “I’ve talked it over with the director, we wait until we can give more information other than an alien telling us to standby.”
“At this point we can’t even prove it’s not just some crank that has hacked into the main frame.”

“Sarah, can you really believe this is a hoax?”

“No not really, but we must be sure, neither of us needs to have fool listed on our job resume as extra talents.”

Jim’s console began to beep, the radar data was coming through.
“Sarah! Come look at this!” Sarah crossed the room and her breath was suddenly expelled in a loud gasp.

The radar data showed seven large blobs arranged with one blob in the middle surrounded by six similar blobs.

“What is this?” asked Sarah

Jim Replied, “It’s a radar image of the vicinity of Asgard, the operators are saying it’s huge blobs of ionized gas, each about 35,000 miles across. The spectra indicate the plasma is mostly Neon, confined by a magnetic field.”

Sarah looked in disbelief at the rest of the data, a communications screen lit up and the face of one of the people who manned the Lunar radar station spoke.

“Sarah?” he spoke, “both of you need to sit down, we have calculated the trajectory of the plasma clouds. It appears they are decelerating, now they are traveling at approximately .05 c, their current speed and deceleration should put them into the inner solar system in about a year. We are not sure yet but there appears to be a solid object at the center of each plasma blob.”

Stunned Jim and Sarah looked at each other, both knew what this meant, not a hoax, alien space craft were coming to call!

“Has anyone else been appraised of this data?” asked Sarah

“Yes” the face on the screen answered. “the US military has been sent the preliminary data, I’m not sure but I doubt they have made heads or tails of the data. It’s not as provocative to anyone who doesn’t have the complete picture.”

At this point yet another computer screen asked for attention by beeping. It was the feed from Asgard or evidently now the feed from an alien space craft.
Sarah transferred the feed to a large screen and Jim and Sarah sat down to listen. The message was fascinating and disturbing as well.

The alien was or at least appeared to be humanoid, the head was a round human like face, two eyes, a nose, a mouth but from there things began to diverge from a human face. The alien had four arms that could be seen in the picture. Two upper arms, they were large muscled and rested at the alien’s side while two more gracile arms and hands were visible. The two smaller arms seemed to be busy doing something but their movements didn’t resemble typing or any familiar actions. Two actual moth like antenna sprouted from the top of the head, two large pointed ears that terminated above the top of the alien’s head were visible as well. The mouth began to move and utter odd clicking and grunting sounds but English words scrolled across the bottom of the screen.

“We are the reason your probe failed, the magnetic sails we use for deceleration interfered with their workings. They will begin to work again as soon as our mag sails get far enough away. We will decelerate and take up orbit between Earth and Mars within an Earth year.”

At the mention of Earth and Mars Sarah’s eye brow lifted, “how do they know the names of our planets if they are just discovering us?”

“You are welcome to continue to probe us as we decelerate into your planetary system but I will give you any information about us you need. We will give you the data in measures you use so you can get an idea of us without extensive translation.”

“First, we come in seven colony ships, one million of us on each colony. The colonies are a rotating torus 500 miles across and 100 miles thick, we use fusion power to light the inside surface of the colonies, our air is similar to yours and we use gravity of twice Earth normal. We accelerate out of gravity wells using magnetic sails and decelerate into the gravity wells of stars with the same technology.”

“We use spatial folding to travel between stars at a pseudo velocity that allows us to travel any distance in what you would call ten years. Sometimes this is faster than light sometimes it is not but it is the only way we know of to travel interstellar distances in a reasonable time frame.”

“We intend to share our technology with you so you can build colonies and travel between stars like we do. We do not conquest we contact and communicate, sharing our knowledge and philosophies with you so your people can live better longer lives by following our example.”

“Sarah immediately thought of the old tale of something too good to be true.”

“We will share with you the secretes of the universe and the certain knowledge of THE creator.”

This time Both Sarah and Jim looked surprised, “THE creator?” they said in unison.

“We will help you wipe out the false religions that have been holding you back throughout the early years since you were created.”

Again, both astronomers gave each other an odd look. Sarah said, “Something is off here, or are they just failing to translate concepts properly?”

“The alien’s words continued to scroll across the screen. Here is an illustration of us, a picture popped up to show what was evidently the alien.”

An odd-looking creature, six legs, the rear legs were thick, shorter than the front which caused the body to slope up to the front legs which were longer and numbered two on each side. The front legs were in a cluster but the alien’s torso was at once human like and totally different. They had four arms with the top two being large and the lower two arms being small.

They had three toed hooves on each leg and seven fingers on each hand. Two of those fingers were thumbs, the glaring differences coupled with such similarities made Sarah and Jim uncomfortable in a way that was difficult to explain. The alien had ten limbs, 28 fingers, 18 toes, and funny looking antenna. This seemed like a joke but the humor was strained…

“I am sure you want ask how we know your language and details about your system. We had a robot probe in your system around one million of your years ago. We and our fellows occupy the Milky Way galaxy unchallenged, you will be allowed to take your place in our society as soon as you are willing to give the creator of the universe his due.”

“We suggest that you remove all historical artifacts from the places of worship you now use, we will be destroying them and replacing them with proper sacred sites for you to use. Your people will share in the wonder of a peaceful society and launch your own colony vessels to convert others in this region of your galaxy.”

Again, Sarah and Jim noticed the odd use of “your galaxy” Jim said out loud, “are they not from our galaxy?”

“We know that you will want to announce your liberation from the false gods your people have been enslaved by all your existence. This is the beginning of a glorious time, your people will gain the fruits of true freedom, we will show you how to live, how to treat your fellows, and how to show your creator your love. Feel free to send any questions you need answered, the time delay is several hours but we continue our trajectory to you as we approach your moment of destiny!”

Jim and Sarah sat down rather heavily in their chairs. “Do you know what this means Jim?”

Jim hesitated, finally he let out an exasperated sigh, “God damn Missionaries! First contact and they are missionaries! Technologically advanced missionaries some to convert the primitive tribesmen…”

Sarah sat and shook her head, “escaping the confines of religion took us two centuries, several serious conflicts and even a limited nuclear war before we could break the chains of superstition. All that struggle to break free of the suppression of the human spirit and now it will be forced back on us by aliens…”

An insane giggle escaped her mouth as tears ran down her face, “Missionaries from the stars, well maybe it will be a benign theocracy, if such a thing is possible”

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Ride Like the Wind

Ride like the wind! This song reminds me of taking a long trip on a big V4 motorcycle, V-Max, it stands up on it’s center stand chrome sparkling in the street lights, it has a physical presence almost deadly, it radiates power, four chromed exhausts a huge 1800cc V4 just waiting for you to climb up and wrap your legs around it.The music plays in the back of your mind as you climb aboard, the machine feels like a part of you, not something you ride but something you become, you turn the ignition key and press the starter button, and the instant of throaty roar like a dragon newly awoken speaks but then it settles down to a mild pitty pat as each cylinder counts off, the leather set feels soft as butter under you as you rock forward to take the beast off it’s center stand, the tires finally grip the pavement, you can almost feel it’s desire to go, to grab the road and put the pavement behind it. A quick blip of the throttle and the dragon roars again, anxious to be let loose on the world. You engage first gear and slowly motor down to the highway, making sure the way is clear but a car is coming, some poor soul locked in a cage, never to know the thrill of what you are getting ready to let loose. Instead of waiting for him to pass you pull out and whack the throttle full on, smoke begins to pour off the rear tire as the front tire lifts off the pavement and slowly settles down as you hit 2nd gear and 60 MPH, the poor guy in the cage left behind in a cloud of smoke. Cowboys of old had nothing on you!!!

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The year 2020 had been a wild roller coaster of a year; world wide nuclear war had just barely been averted as political and religious violence came to a head in a land that had seen millennia of conflict.

The synergy of constant political upheaval, religious conflict and ethnic violence had finally been given access to the planets most destructive weapons technology. The horrific outcome had very nearly been preordained.

Nuclear warheads had been detonated over six targets. Two other warheads did not reach a target. Most of them exploded over high tech cities in the Middle East, one had exploded accidentally while it was being loaded into an airplane and one detonating in a remote corner of China after being launched by North Korea. A mistake certainly, but China had not been amused.

China, despite the insane ranting of the North Korean government, had invaded and took over North Korea in just a few days with very little fighting. The North Korean military had folded almost immediately, the military leaders of the DPRK had long grown weary of the frequent purges, executions, wide spread hunger and despotism of Kim Jong-un. The military, using the crisis as an opportunity, had surrendered almost without resistance. Now, much to the world’s surprise, the Chinese were negotiating a unification of the Koreas under the banner of South Korea.

Many unlikely things had happened this year. After the dust had more or less settled in the Middle East, people began to understand the destruction that had been wrought, even in that limited war was unacceptable. The countries involved had centuries of conflict and hate to motivate them. But, the horrors of modern cities obliterated, billions of dollars of high tech engineering marvels, millions of lives swept away like feathers in a hurricane was heady motivation. Enough motivation to force a change in thinking from the inherently violent, often inhuman conquest in the name of religion and politics mind set toward a state that was at least tolerant of each other if not all out cooperation.

Israel was the country that lost part of a city and an airbase to the accidental detonation of a nuke as it was being loaded on an aircraft, supposed to be impossible but this year was full of impossible events that didn’t seen to know they were impossible. As a couple of destroyed mega cities, built by oil money, were being mourned and clean up was being planned something truly improbable if not outright impossible had occurred.

On December 19th as many people were trying to calm back down and live a bare two kilometers from the international space station, an alien space craft seemed to simply pop into existence. No one on board the space station had actually seen it appear. An automated camera system had been looking almost directly at the spot where the alien craft had suddenly materialized. A two kilometer long space craft that looked amazingly like a famous science fiction space craft, in the video the space craft had appeared but what looked like an after image had receded into the distance. Two people on the ground had been looking at the space station with small telescopes noticed this as well. In the coming months why this after image had appeared to recede into the distance was a popular point of discussion among both scientists and laymen alike.

Sadly this was one of the few things that could be discussed about the alien craft. It hung in low earth orbit for several weeks as humanity tried desperately to communicate with the aliens.

The spacecraft, now called Star Ship by nearly everyone, could be seen with the naked eye and after seven weeks odd little metallic balls started to appear around the planet. The initial metallic spheres were about a meter in diameter. These large globes were seen disgorging smaller balls about the size of golf balls. These smaller spheres gave birth to even smaller BB sized specks. Floating through the air these metallic balls showed up nearly everywhere on the planet as days rolled by. Giving one more oddity to be debated fruitlessly.

In the North Pacific an American Navel Task Force was on routine maneuvers when an object appeared on the radar approaching fast. Before planes could be scrambled or any measures taken the elongated diamond shaped craft was hovering, then landing on the deck of the aircraft carrier Gerald R. Ford.

The military had been given orders not to interfere with any of the strange spheres for fear of provoking some sort of destructive response. This craft was obviously not one of the spheres but the aircraft’s speed was such that no response was in actuality possible The craft sat on the deck as people scrambled to do something, anything. No one in fact, had time to do much as the craft off loaded a large metallic box and subsequently rose and speed away into the air over the empty ocean.

Waves of patterns and colors passed over the strange looking bodies of the aliens. Waving their antenna which were amazingly like moth antenna and clicking popping several pairs of forelimbs together with a release of pheromones completed the communication they were sharing while they watched a holographic representation of the vicinity of the box as it was passed into the innards of the Aircraft Carrier:

“Ghastly diminutive creatures don’t you think?”

“Yes” answered his companion with a similar display of colors, patterns, clicking noises and chemicals. “Yes they are pitiful looking creatures, so simple, yet primitive in a peculiar manner notwithstanding in sentient life forms!”

“Agreed” replied his fellow, “Do you want to bet on how long it takes for them to figure out what the box does?”

“Despite their appearance they do seem to have a propensity for solving puzzles, I’d say it won’t take more than a few of their planetary orbits”

“I am not so sure, the rules of contact do state they must figure out how to communicate with us with no help. Giving them a communications terminal is stretching the letter of the law well past what should be its’ breaking point!”

His partner hesitated, patterns of colors flowed over his lower half and his communication limbs clacked in a nervous manner. “Face it if we are going to make a profit off annexing this planet into the Empire we need to stretch the rules as far as possible!” He topped off his reply with a powerful burst of chemicals that made his friend draw back slightly.

“Look at the image! They are taking the Cbox into their moving colony; make sure we are recording this! This will be our first look into one of their nests!”

“Not nests! The data we have mined from their communications net indicates they do not nest in groups like most social beings do, they are individuals, not a collective!”

His partner hesitated as his mind collected the right scents to form an answer. “The data does suggest they are not a collective mind. But I resolve to wait for conformation of that idea before I make any assumptions. It’s difficult to see how such a simple being could be intelligent and social with out some collective thought processes.”

“I agree it would be a rare thing but the beings we subjugated in grid 1086 x 232 x 16,108 were equivalent. And they were individuals and not much more advanced biologically than these… humans…”

The second alien hesitated as his mutualistic symbiotes crawled over his body slowing down from their normal near blurring motions as they sensed his discomfort in the discussion. The small creatures consisted of several different species of arthropod appearing animals that assist in the bodily functions of the aliens. Transferring waste and food in and out of the body through special orifices, clearing the tracheal tubes, even moving food from one part of the digestive system to another. As the symbiotes calmed down and resumed their tasks the other aliens symbiotes relaxed from their defensive posture, in an argument the symbiotes of the two creatures fight each other and the damage, if any, done depends on the severity of the disagreement. Generally only a few of the little animals would harm each other but in extreme cases the damage could be extensive…

Both aliens assumed a more relaxed stance as the question was mulled over finally resulting in agreement. “ These humans may indeed be unique but all intelligences are unique in some manner, these are just a bit more so than most”

With a quick succession of pops and ticks followed by a spray of pheromones the discussion was resumed:

“We stand to gain a considerable amount of wealth from these humans if we can exploit them before anyone else happens upon our operation. The exotic foodstuffs alone will be worth several more resuscitations for our entire group. The biology on this planet is amazingly compatible, fully 10% of the empire can make use of them as a food source and if we are able to use them as workers, the profits make me giddy, the Empire will have to grant us full ownership of these simple beings!”

His partner hesitated, “we will have to cull them ruthlessly, I can’t see how more than 5% of the current population will be necessary for operating the farms and processing factories, we will need much more land than we need workers…”

“How soon until you can write up a proposal to the Throne? We have to get out ahead of this to avoid and competition! So far every animal we have tested will be desirable as food for one or more of the races of the Empire!”

“I have almost completed a formal prospectus, two maybe three standard turns should be enough time to complete my estimates.”

Turning back to the hologram being displayed in the middle of the room they both watched as the sailors on the Aircraft carrier moved the Cbox into an open area as the people stared almost dumbfounded at the apparatus.

“How much time do we have?”

“About 1000 of their planets orbit will be plenty and as short lived as they are none of them will realize what is happening until they are in too deep to stop it!”

“What about their weapons, they do have nuclear weapons you know!”

Yes but by the time they realize they need them we will have eliminated the threat!”

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Polarization of American Politics

Ah politics… fun fun fun ‘til Daddy takes the T-Bird away, the polarization of America is getting out of hand. Everyone can buy a gun? State religion? No taxes? Unbridled Capitalism? Socialism? Libertarianism? Communism? Extremism! Oh My!

Has everyone lost their collective minds?

We live in a society, supposedly a free society, governed by rule of law… Not rule of “hey I don’t think you should be able to do that so stop it” What any one person or group of people think you should or should not do is irrelevant, doesn’t matter if God is your basis for living or Thor or Apollo or if the fling spaghetti monster rules your world we have freedom of religion which by definition has to include freedom from religion… Yeah I said it now for the part the non-religious won’t like. That doesn’t mean anyone can say that religious displays offend me so you can’t put Jesus or Santa on the courthouse grounds. You do not have the right not to be offended as long as someone’s expression of religion doesn’t include infringing on your rights as an individual (no that doesn’t mean you have the right not to be offended) just shut up and walk past any religious displays you don’t like. This also means that if you are a Christian or a Jew or a Muslim you must give the same amount of tolerance to others you enjoy and yes that includes Pagans, Sun Worshipers, and Wicca.

All you can say for sure is that the Government cannot support one of these over the others so if your local government pays for the Christmas decorations then you have be willing to have the local Government pay for the holiday decorations of the other religions too… If that offends you please see the paragraph above. Just the way it is but it doesn’t mean the government cannot pay they just have to be even handed about it.

Generally, at least in my estimation, it’s best for the government to stay out of these things and avoid wasting taxpayers dollars frivolously but that’s just me.

We seem to want to grandstand on the most silly things, “in God we trust” on our currency? It was put there in the 1950’s in a wave of religious patriotism to show the evil commies how serious we were going to defend “Capitalism?” Hmmm makes it sound a little silly to fight over now doesn’t it? Same for the pledge of allegiance, the under God part is an artifact of the fight against communism not some affirmation of this being a Christian nation. Either deal with it or stop it completely but it’s not worth polarizing the nation over.
Socialized medicine (he said with a sneer) Communism sneaking in by the back door… say it 20 times and see how silly it becomes. We, supposedly the richest nation on Earth, cannot take care of our peoples medical needs? Most other first world nations seem to do a pretty good job of it. Do we really want to let Capitalism get in the way of social programs? If it galls the insurance companies, so what? Do insurance companies rule the government? And speaking of Capitalism… Yes Capitalism “Caveat emptor” do we really want to run a society based on buyer beware? A society where anyone can sell or buy anything, do business in any way they want and let the people who buy from them suffer? And no, corporations are not individuals, they don’t act like individuals, they are not by any realistic measure people and the only reason this is proposed is so they can get around laws that should govern corporations because… they are not people… If you are Republican or conservative or both and think this benefits you then you are either very wealthy or you own a company or both, the rest of us do not gain anything but hardship from corporations being allowed the rights of individuals.

Capitalism needs rules, it cannot be allowed to operate unchained, unchained Capitalism will eventually destroy a society just as surely as communism, all stable societies are a mixture of various philosophies, it has to be that way because as much as we would like to believe it to be true all people do not start out with the same chance as all others and there is no reason to allow some to get to the top just because they had a head start or because they are bigger bastards than everyone else. Without rules Capitalism will fail just as badly as communism did. In fact take a look at China pure communism? Not hardly, they have generous dollop of Capitalism they have in recent decades mixed into their political make up, it made sense, it helped them survive and prosper when other communist regimes were falling like flies. Now pure communist states can be counted on one hand and few of them are places anyone would choose to live, take North Korea… no really take it please…

Libertarianism ah the free breath of a free man, free to go about his life unhindered by the doings of mere mortals, wait, that highway needs repair, who is going to remove that body from the ditch, I need to call the “police” no those privately owned prisons need more inmates to make a profit they might pick me up just to make their quota and the privately owned police work for the prisons… maybe I could use a little bit of restraint as well in my completely free breathing?

As usual no one political system works perfectly, only a blend of various policies can be sustainable over the long haul.

So I have some advice, Atheists stop moaning about religion, it’s always going to be here, never going to go away, you do not have the right to not to be offended all you have the right to do is ignore them.

Theists… ah yes theists, in this country overwhelmingly Christian, can you throttle back a few notches? You do not have the right to not be offended either but you do not have the right to dictate what everyone else does as well. Refer back to that annoying little document called the constitution, freedom of religion, it’s quite a concept, every man free to follow his vision of god… well unless your vision of god requires that you make others follow your vision but refer back to that document called the constitution for further reference… Yes this includes you creationists, you do not get to have your religious views taught as science, it’s not science it’s religion… deal with it but deal with it without forcing your views on others…

Gun control… take lessons… no really, if you want a gun get training, we don’t let people drive cars without training why should we let people have guns without training?

We live in a society that allows people to drive cars, some say it’s a privilege and that is true but it’s one that allows people, very nearly everyone, to drive a car but it also requires that those drivers be reasonably able to drive their cars (I know imperfect system), some people just can’t drive or choose to drive while intoxicated we try to limit the damage they do by requiring training, insurance, licenses, restrictions and we still end killing something like 90 to 100 people a day.

Deaths by guns is comparable and by 2015 they are projected to be very close and this is because gun deaths are going up, abet slowly, while death by car is going down. Shouldn’t a gun owner be expected to be able to show some proficiency at “driving” his gun?

Is a background check to insure a perspective gun owner isn’t bat shit crazy too much to ask? As for ammo clips, if large magazines are illegal then carry more of the smaller clips, seriously that is a small point to dwell on while people die due to people having guns that have no clue as to how to use them.

Sanctity of marriage, we live in a society that allows game shows where several men or several women compete to marry a stranger…yeah sanctity of marriage… I have some severe doubts that homosexuals can screw that up any worse than we straight people have already but lets take the bull by the horns and ask why…

Why are homosexuals second-class citizens? They’re not you say? I call bullshite, in my state they cannot even get a civil union much less get married and why is that? Religion, religion, especially the dominant one here seems to have a special place for homosexuals, I believe it’s right in the center of the pit of eternal flames… ok where does that come from? The Holy Bible… fine let’s follow that Holy book, are we going to stone adulterous women to death as well? How about those unruly teenagers, death for them as well and those horrible abominations that walk around flaunting clothing made of cloth woven from different fibers… get a clue why do you have such an erection for homosexuals?

No one is suggesting that your church be forced to allow homosexuals to marry within it’s hallowed walls where I am sure none of Gods’ rules have ever been broken. Many Churches are already marrying homosexuals… not real churches you say… no true Scotsman???

Birth control, don’t want to use birth control, don’t use it, yes there is a large faction of theists who think it’s their sacred duty to stop the use of birth control, sex must have consequences… right? Hard for me to see their point of view, I can’t quite get my head that far up my ass…

As for abortion, I wouldn’t have one, I wouldn’t want my wife to have one (I can’t imagine she would but it should be her choice) but I know that the idea that life begins at conception is invalid and shows a lack of knowledge of how reproduction works, many fertilized eggs never attach and are shed, in fact the process can go quite far and happen for numerous reasons, are we going to charge any woman who is pregnant and loses a zygote with murder? Involuntary manslaughter perhaps? Stop being unreasonable, read the bible… no really read it don’t let someone else tell you what it says but God sure seems to be fond of killing and yes I mean children…

Jesus came to change all that… read your bible, don’t let someone else tell you what it says or means… read it! (hint: Jesus said exactly the opposite, no I’m not going to spoon feed it to you, read it for your self…)

But back to abortion, if the child comes to term, who is going raise an unwanted child? Your taxes? It seems to me the winning idea here is to make birth control freely available, not to mention sex education, many adults seem to sorely lacking in that area of education as well, in fact birth control pills result in fewer lost zygotes than a woman who doesn’t use any but is still having sex. Should abortion be allowed, I would say yes with some reasonable restrictions but conflating birth control with abortion is insane since one prevents the other.

Oh and by the way, if your church or organization employs someone and you provide health insurance there is no valid reason why you should get to say the insurance can’t pay for birth control, religion has to be voluntary, you cannot force your religious values on others… For reference see constitution… More to the point health insurance with birth control is cheaper than health insurance without birth control…

You live in an amazing country founded by men who were wise almost beyond comprehension (judging by today’s standards) stop trying to change it to suit you personally, let other people live and let live as well…

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A walk by the river.

River Walk

My Wife and I walked our dogs down by the river this afternoon, a warm February day, the sky was covered by high fleecy clouds and jet contrails. Spanish Moss, driven out of the trees by a recent winter storm had drifted up into small piles while real moss and lichen covering the ground in small scattered mounds were almost glowing from the sunny day and warm rain that had fallen a day before.

The River was dead calm, the tide was in and the still water supported rafts of vegetation, usually swirling around in the tidal flux, but now the rafts of water plants were still, almost appearing to be islands but really only ethereal floats waiting for the next tide to drive them back toward the ocean. Large dead logs along the bank, also covered by moss, seemed to reach into the water as though taking a drink while the water was high enough for them to reach.

No alligators today, I like seeing the large reptiles but while the winter has been mild even by southern standards the archosaurs are too cold sensitive to be out and active this time of year. A large Gar, an animal with even more primitive roots, could be seen hiding at the edge of a vegetation raft looking no doubt for some small bream or other fish to fill it’s ravenous maw.

As we walked the dogs, my three Basset hounds, out onto a small pier and my Wife and I were rewarded by a reflection of sky on the dark water that made the water look like a metal mirror, the clouds and jet contrails reflected in perfection on the completely still water. The swamp trees that made up the edge of the far bank, Cypresses and Water Tupelos, were reflected as well making it look like we were looking into some other world, just out of reach but real as the one we were in.

At this distance it is difficult to see the real complexity of the tidal swamp, a great many normally terrestrial trees, intolerant to growing in water take advantage of the swamp trees. They grow attached to the trunks of the swamp trees, a natural hydroponics system, the slowing rising and falling tides keeping the trees bare roots alternatively wet and dry allowing them to breath at low tide.

The Bassets, oblivious to anything that didn’t have an interesting smell, kept their noses to the ground, stopping every few feet to signal any dogs that might come by that they had been there. The three stooges, as I often call them, love to smell new things as much as I love to see new things. Their perception, not limited to smell but dominated by it as much as my perception is dominated by sight, must be an interesting way to see the world. While I am oblivious to the other dogs and animals that might have happened by recently they are as aware of them as I am of the trees and refection of the sky.

The Coast is a great place to live, natural wonders abound if you know where and how to look for them….

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I’m a Theist!!!!

Recently I realized that far from being an Atheist as I had thought, I was a Theist, quite possibly even a Fundamentalist! I came to this realization after listening to a theist describe how they worship and how it helped them in their lives.

The realization first occurred to me when the theist told me how God comforted them, he told me that when he went to bed he visualized god to help him relax and go to sleep. He told me how that visualizing god watching over him made him feel comfortable enough to go to sleep, he went on to tell me how that god and the allegorical messages he thought that god brought gave him hope for the future and made him feel like life had a purpose. Writings that told him how to treat people, how he was special and how god would punish those that did not believe. This god and the writings this god had inspired people to write gave him what he needed to live his life firm in the knowledge that the future was worth living so he could see the wicked punished.

Suddenly I realized I did the same thing! Every night as I lay down I visualize The Starship Enterprise, the visualization of that beautiful Ship and what it represents always makes me feel secure and the message it represents, a message told through the medium of video in this case, but an inspired message none the less, a message that was told by allegory, stories of the future, a future where life had meaning and the stories told of how we should treat each other and how important it is to treat others as you would be treated and how important it was to believe that the future would be a great place to live because the United Federation of Planets was going to protect us all and how the elimination of poverty and greed would make punishment unnecessary, the Starship Enterprise is a symbol of the promise the future will hold if we stay true to the messages contained in these videos.

Yes the Starship Enterprise, the UFP, and the Prime Directive, my Holy Trinity delivering me from the fear of a dystrophic future and the meaningless life that fear of punishment brings….

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