No Lassie No

I just read an article entitled “The A-Word” that seemed awfully updated, as though the writer is probably in his 20’s or 30’s who immediately references a loose goose as the highlight of his article, a guy who is certainly a prop for propaganda. I won’t even use his name.

What is the A-word anyway? He never really explains this at all. But he seems to want to label it as being the term “Hollywood”, which doesn’t even have the letter A in it, and is just a piece of plastic held up by wooden sticks on the side of a hill. Affirmative?

It reminded me of a cartoon by Bugs Bunny where he begins to talk, and all of a sudden Bugs begins to break up, Ick..Dork..Snick..Bik..Ekk..Nork. And then, following this plan of Nock…...Fork…….Fuk……..Flack, and you’re Dead, your mind has been completely consumed, and you stop moving while also in full transit.

So, if you hurry, you can find a Daffy Duck that has the letter A in his name, who then runs off the cliff just to see the big white sign in the sky that is just sticks in the ground that you see before you have to eat one of them. Your navigator is hollering, no Lassie No!

The Beatles wrote a song called “Get Back”. Then he references “MTV” as “Hollywood”. See for your self. He lumps all art into the USB that plugs into a fuzzy picture, where he reveals he watches something called TV, a very bad thang with no vents. In order for him to know these things, he has surrounded his brain with the fire described, but assumes he will not be consumed by it, and this certainly is not possible, as everyone already knows that you cannot stand in the fire without an extremely resistance suit. We’re still looking for someone capable of this.

I can remember when MTV first came out. We immediately created the phrase, "I want my MTV". The next thing, it was on radio and TV. I knew a guy who worked in an appliance store and sold me my first microwave. I'm still using it today.

I also plug into the data portal, but I make sure that the static has been removed or is censored right off the top, and for good…irk….blik….reason.

I don’t have any problem finding the right words, there are at least 400,000 to choose from. You cannot shove all of them through that little hole just to see the meat curl otherwise you're just meatloaf.

If the radio broadcast feels like TV, soon, you will have your own reception, and following this, TV moves straight into your brain. I wrote a scenario of this once, so here it is again for review, and remember that it was based on fiction with a 1984 flair, but maybe this will help you to see the possibilities that approach and described as “future”, of which, may not even exist, as no one can prove what time even is?

A Time Not So Far Away in Your Head

Beta Morning News Alert, July 15, 2213: Little smiley lady speaks, "Delta Destroyers were sent out this morning near the zero dead zone. I-negatives were caught and processed at the animal-bio facility near MemCore. Code direct punishment to the Black-Time Law was administered. The hacker dissident's pin [pineal] codes were attempting to process "Class F" un-permitted thoughts and they had several Beta4 sleep violations. Thermal MemCom [who invented heat membrane resisters allowing humans to use 40% of their brains] recorded the violations with their Revolutionary Beta-Alert detection provided by the Stellar OptiPhon [light] Sat System."

"In a related story, last week's Sect incidents concerning the time delay Homan anomalies, which were near the Mars line, were ruled to be unauthorized DMT Waves through that sector." [news pause]

John listening to his head says, "Bull, ah.. coughs..." "Mem6-PAC, stat please?" "Stat-error" "Memory set." [news restarts...]

"Our new sponsor MemCom now provides our wonderful new SingleView you're receiving now, optically transmitted to your pleasure space via clean data-light." [news pause]

[Background music playing in the head; John Myerack, who had seen the zero line without thought, stood at the corner out of view of the blue-green and purple port that walked on air. The look in his eyes said everything. He was only one stat error from a pineal transplant and permanent slavery. Another light surgery being implemented by MemCore. John had his genitals removed that way to maintain status when he was young, before the war. He desperately needed to validate the stolen ionized pass. He starts to think, his eyes become grey, then quickly he let's go, and his eyes turn the color of blue crystal snow.]

John loads the pass, then immediately turns the corner and approaches to say, "Stat4555", (his assigned IDP). "Opti-mem1, may I assist?" "Pass 734p1 p.. please." "Pass confirmed, 2 RECP." John quickly walks away while seeing a group near, in their wander, being monitored by a black jaguar. John may now get his only chance to escape this nightmare. John passes the next vision display.

[news restarts...] "And here is today's Deb-in Star Status Discount. You get a great selection of hottest new summery faux fiery fashions inline. Simple pay attention special one and delay your charge time. Your data-light is being sent now. If you have status problems, please re-insert your USPL charger directly into your pin-pod before your reco-cycle terminates."

John turns away from the display which had automatically knew his presence, begins to stumble as he gets out if view, and he immediately says, "Opt pause, Pass set 2 RECP please." A black eyed tiny lady appears in his head and give him an instant response. She says, "Pass set. Please leave the zero zone while online during your out time, and make sure you are secure inline the zone before cycle termination. You have 2 cycles left on your pass, have an enlightened day. Opti-Mem1 contact in 1 cycle, 19 horus, and 3598 pinutes."

[She vanishes and the optical receiver in John's head will be off for only 2 cycles. Slowly, his eyes begin to look normal. He gasps, "Silence is golden" and quickly heads in the direction of the dead zone. He now must find the Doc one more time. Doc had been a close friend before the Ion War had been revealed in 2092. [...]
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Imagine having Hollywood which is just a piece of plastic on sticks inside your head. Hollywood is not centralized; it is more like a tagonom, a nam with no name who is eating you from the inside, slowly, and imperfectly.

Hell with finding the right words, go past them, create your own, you’re already set up for it. John Myerack had seen the dead walk, and this has long been a message from the past. The differences between moving and not moving are beginning to blurk.

There is no law that says you cannot think, and that hard measurements are your computer link. We have to raise the stakes higher, so everyone can see the signs. I have never seen a beige sky. What planet is that by the way?

Forget the A-word, or you'll just be in the next spelling B. The dead have been walking for a long time, but they have no legs.

Spend your time finding old dictionaries, and old stories, you may have a chance.