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Sitting and reading. My leg shaked. I considered sending her a txt, sorry for the shaking. It’s not you, it’s me. That might look silly if I didn’t shake. A message from her. She’s here but I’m not where I am spose to be. I thought I gave her clear instructions. Is she a piecies? She appears. I do a indian-like shake of the head. Indian on the outside. White on the inside. She sits down on the chair next to me. Two books in her hand and phone. Unlike my data centre in a bag setup. She asks what I’m reading. The Martians Chronicles. The Martian Chronicles. Science fiction. Not for her. She reads only romance and erotica. Church was never an option. Try to fit in. The small talk sucks. I think they hate me. I’m not sure if that’s true. Sometimes it feels like my brain isn’t wired correctly. Everyone else is fine. I’m not. Constient selfdout. When we departed ways we waved. I should of asked if to come hangout. To chill. She’s tired. I can look after her kids well she sleeps. They safe as. Able to give support in dealing with her children. Attentence is often an issue. What to do. What does it do. She hits me with a big question when we sit down to eat. Who are you going to vote for? That’s a loaded question. Whatever I do she is going to judge me. If I don’t answer. If I answer. I’m really not sure what to do. GOing to just carry on. Not sure if I am welcome at her sons production or not. I message her but she doesn’t reply. I’m suprised she even answered my friend request. Since then she has only interacted with me twice. Likely thinks im weird. Shes weird though. Believing in a afterlife. I just want to write a novel now. That’s the best thing that I can do. A romance. Fiction accounts of my Tinder experiences. Need more dates with these girls. Some day getting 12 girls interested in me. Sometimes they even even message me first. It works awesome. I still think that the lunch date went ok. We meet at the library. Went to resuront and had lunch and a non alcholical drink. She got ginger beer. I got apple juice. I ordered the roast vege salad. She got the lamb salad. I should of asked for them to remove the potaoes. It was no bother. I just picked around it. She finished her food quickly and ate everything. After the meal we paid for our own food and left. We went to the Tauranga Art Gallery. We went to a private art gallery. I walked to her car. I left and read. Read the book she gave me. The Red. Drawing on the digital setup. Raspberry Pi. Mechnical keyboard. I like the way the keyboard clicks. its very loud and you wreally know that you haave pressed the keys. It sits on your lap and I can click away. This is not going to be a science fiction novel. This is going to be a romance. It follows several single people and their experiences on Tinder. Mystery. Thriller. Romance. Erotica. Checking to see if the settings can be changed. Doesn’t seem like it.going to keep typing aray. Not sure what the point is to lighting up a keyboard. So you can play in the dark. Her red rimmed glasses. All she wants to do is read and eat. I can assist in that. She no longer should work. Going to see how much writing I can get down. Go on writing retreats. Subway eats. Uber driver delivery of goods. Able to order stuff from the supermarket. Delieved to your workplace or home. ok lets see how this goes. Got the monitor up on the bed and can just type with it here. Quite cool really. It’s an excellent size. Able to write a novel well the rain pours down. It’s going to be a sexy romance. She needs to be the one that edits it. not sure what to do next. lying in the bed on my side. porn kills love. lawl. i think this is. his right hand wrapped around his cock.

omg that’s gross. we can’t have that in the book. it would not be suitable. who says what is suitable and not in the novel. Now that setup at a desk able to get much more done. Feels so much better to be able to sit at a desk. No longer is my back sore. Switched chairs also. The monitor is too low. I could lift it up. ok that is better. increased the monitor so it’s much higher. No need to look down now. Can look straight ahead. Don’t worry. Don’t panic. Everything is going to be ok. Let’s just keep going like nothing happened. “No, no, no” she said. “Come on lets see how this is going”. See how it goes with her. I want a relationship though. I don’t want a one night stand. Her children are both a blessing and a curse. She could be traveling with me if she didn’t have the children. Move on. Find someone similar. Reader. Introvert. Weirdo. Social Awkward. Not Down To Fuck. She unmatched herself from him after their first date. No reply to messages. Pretend that he doesn’t exist. See what he does. Keep an eye on him. It’s a bit of mindgames. After all thats why her first husband left her. Let’s not talk about him. We have a novel to write. Let’s see how much of the novel can be created in a day. Need to write 50,000 words in the month. This is going to test and see if I can get more. There is no reason why I can’t write the 1667 words a day most days. Need to form more book and writers groups. When the connection is down it makes it much harder to write code. Writing fiction is much different. All is needed is a screen and keyboard. FocusWriter is the preference text editor. Going to check on to make sure that the keyboard is well suited for typing. Going to type all day long. Have a pedel that used for pause. program it to do a range of things. go back 15 seconds if touch multi times. A mouse is useful to have especially for webbrowsing and day to day tasks. Sometimes it’s nice to take hands off keyboard. Lets see how much more of this we can get written. I miss her. Only meeting her once. It was a awkward meeting. I enjoyed it but I was depressed after leaving her. Should of walked to her car. Want to hangout? I just want to read. Hang out. Sit in silence. Read. Now and then look up at each other. Smile. Look back to the book. Going to just write some more. It’s a nice afternoon to write. Man go through quite a bit of meds. Oh but as long as happy. Keep the kitchen clean. That’s the main task. Writing is important. Must do it often. Write more code. When there is none left. Lets get some more done. All out of the nice green. Can check the hot water cubard. There is a little bit of it drying in there. Very nice to smoke. there arn’t nothing going to happen. Got friendzoned. Even then, treated like a exboyfriend. Exiled. Didn’t even get to hold her hand. it’s a super cold morning. fingers are freezing. toes are cold. A shower would help. the pressure on the shower is decent now. going to keep writing see what happens next. Need to get more words written every day. Quite bad at only writing a very minimal amount of words. Need to get more done in the morning. Before everything else happens. This keyboard is excellent for typing on. Going to get lots of words done on it. Need to get up to the minimal word count. Once the word count has been made everything will be ok. Need to start ordering passport for trip to Tauranga. Still have not heard from her. Would like to talk to her. Need to talk to her before. All the bad things we did together. For awhile it seemed to be working fine. Can’t get too attached to certain ones. They think you are weird and ignore you. That’s what happens everytime. Everything went wrong. Will recover and get over it. Plenty of fish in the ocean. Just about plucking out the one that is meant for you. Keep fishing. The world will know. Just got to keep doing what you do. Need to write an email to writers group letting them know that I won’t be back for sometime. Moved out of the area. No longer easy to attend. Need to travel to attend. Only travel for a few reasons. Don’t speak. You and me. Everyday just blues into one day. This is going to be a long time. Moved the desk over so looking out over the driveway. Can see the new white footpath. About to make the wordcount for the current day. Behind on words though. Goes down smooth. Her pink cheeks. Takes my load in her mouth. Swallows with a wide smile. Going to keep working on some writing. This needs to be completed. Like the look of the font. Spread love like a feeling. The diseases that that girl carried was horrific. Majority of the time she was infected with some contagious disease. It was usually spread with unprotected sex.

Walked into the party like you were walking into a yard. Watch yourself. All the girls think they are going to be your partner. Go so far on the first date that she started to turn down the requests. Request limit reached. Try with a new auth key. Able to log in finally. Not sure where this novel is going but whatever happens is going to be awesome. Going to type lots and lots of words and get a new record. She needs a name. Currently the main female character does not have a name. Refered to in third person. As she, her (single). They, them (couple). She wore red framed glasses. Pink cheeks. Her favorite color is gray. Able to make her laugh. Red grays or blue grays. Shade of grays. Color is a safe subject. It’s like Grandmother. Safe subjects. Weather. Art. No matter your views art always connects. Some of it is terrible. Blah blah blah. This is going to be. You can rock it. You can suck it. Going to keep going and get the rest of this written down.

Cape Town origin. Her homecity.

It was very unusual for those that leave to return. Too dangerous. They would become a target in South Africa.

Working on her sleep data. ‘fucking’ is a column. The document is in standard JSON format. Read issues list. Do what you do to data. Static website posts for entries. How many blowjobs in the last year?

Got to keep going with this typing. Not sure where to go next.

We needed a second date. The first went ok. Nothing went wrong. Nothing went great. Got to get over it and keep producing content. That’s all that really matters at the end of the day. The content created. Just put it up there. So important to update the blog with artwork all the time. Aim for miniminal once a week. Use to do it everyday or 2nd day. Do more projects. Enviorment of the week. Create concept art post. Reference. Pencil sketch designs, line final, grayscale final, color layer. Currently manually update the blog. The images need to be saved into galleries, year, month, day folder. They are exported as filename.xcf filename-line, filename-grayscale, filename-color. Don’t care about that. I don’t know what that is.

If we were meant to be we would of been by now. Let’s see how this gets going. Once the fire is out everything will be ok. Going to ghet over her. Still talk to her. At least once a week. I’m not going to make a mistake with the typing going to type with my eyes closed. can get much more written like this. it is very nice to hear the keys in the keybvoard clicking. Can type alot of words every hour. Going to imagine what it would be like to be her. Not going to write this from her perspective. It’s going to be from the male perspecifve but told in third person. Its a love story but it’s awkward and shows the issues with mental health when it comes to relationships. Wants to go with her. Hangout. Read. Meet her kids. Do her dishes. Clean the kitchen. Sleep in her bed. Eat her pussy. He’s a keeper. Just get him writing software. Become a manager. Team that managers. Monthy board meetings. Those can be annual. Going to try to make it to admin meetings now and then. Need to get going to a local book club. Type the same shit over and over. Not sure if this will end up in the novel but it doesn’t really matter. The most important thing is that a novel is written and published. The only way to write a novel is to write short stories all the time. Write for a cause. I write to take my stories to my local writers group. Here I share the work and get feedback. I am known for short, cutdown sentences. It can be overdone though. I am working on improving the length of my sentences. Any feedback is very helpful. Saved a backup. Have been terrible at publishing code. Need to get a artctrl-tech repo setup.

It doesn’t help when you are a cronic lyer. Sometimes you don’t mean it. You say you have several of something. Convert to another currency. Not sure when I will get new glasses but when I do it will be good as current glasses are not good for me. End up closing an eye. I know I’m doing this but it doesn’t matter as I can see better. Or I can focus better. I really don’t know. I don’t do this if my glasses are off. Fuck forgot to save. That was silly of me. Lots a few 100 words or so. That really makes a difference. Not sure where this will go tonight. Need to finish the novel. Once I finish it everything will be ok.

Where are you?

“Fuck You”.

“You’re just some racist”.

You’re so vain, You prob think this line is about you. I bet you think this line is about you. Don’t you.

swipper: a novel. Writen in November 2017 as part of Nanowrimo. Romance thriller. two strangers meet on a dating app. reflections and recolections of their relationship.

Become a Uber driver. Currently looking for Uber drivers in Auckland, Hamilton, Tauranga, Wellington, Christchurch.

How did the date go. It was awkward.

swipper

Swipper - http://artctrl.me/write/posts/swipper.html Contents © 2017 William Mckee - licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

Swipe right unless Asian or fat. Not racist, just preference. White girl. Over exposed. Light brunette hair washed out by sunlight. White skin, shirt, sand and teeth, white sandy beaches. Red framed glasses. Red lips to match. Smile. She looked anxious. scared even. Food. Sleep. Books. Church. Three out of four. It’s forgiven. Enjoyed Biblical tales as a child. The authoritative nature turned me away. Church I can handle. I’ll never believe but I’ll attend. Especially for tight pussy. It’s a match. feature request: auto update docs when site built. I should message. Always send the first message. It sets a standard. Puts you in control. Let them speak, ask questions. Listen. The first message decision. feature request: todo Food. Favourite cuisine. I see you are interested in food. Let’s get a meal? Talk about cooking skills. Indian, Italian, European. Skill at cleaning. Clean life, happy wife. That’s not right. Happy Wife, Happy Life. Feature request: Ability to send encrypted photos and videos to story/matches. Timer detantion. Reduce incentive to move to other services. Sleep. Whats your sleeping pattern? Do you collect data? Too creepy. Unmatched instantly. Books. Two you like, one you don’t. A reply within thirty minutes. Complain about limited choice. Too many options. Makes you think. Books added to-read list. Her best friend refused to read them. She’s so happy I am. Wet. Thank her and offer book suggestions. Added to her to-read list. Feature request: Power of swipe scales. The affects of swiping in one direction too often drop. Serve sponsored content. Can’t just talk about books. Location. She’s in Washington DC, I’m in New York. Totally doable. She spent her childhood in Cape Town, South Africa. I spent mine in Brooklyn. Her family escaped the regime. She doesn’t want to talk about it. No small talk. It makes her anxious. Back to books. I finish her suggestions. This girl likes creepy books. Do you shoplift? Wanna five finger dis-cunt. She asks about my work. General AI development. The research that scares. Teach robots to think and act on their own. She works as operator for charitues. Once her starts school she wants to study. Oh I never mentioned the kids. Two. Not so tight. She’s in no rush to have more. Fun to entertain then send them home. feature request: Add reason to why unmatched. Example: creepy sex. Her oldest boy on his third year of school. Quiet like his Mother. A dog. Single Mothers need a dog. Especially when she uses services that attracts creeps. Rottweiler. Black and brown coat. Protective and kind. A loyal family dog.

Her exhusband was in prison. He had little visiting rights with his children. Decent bloke when they first meet. Still in high school. Him with a rich southern accent and she a foreign South Africa accent. Both of them outsiders. What attracted them together. She had planned to attend collage after high school. Falling pregnant during her final year of high school. Their families rushed them into marriage. He got a job working at the local dock. She got a job working as a receptionist. It was only casual, she had a child to raise. The baby. A boy. He was the world to her. Yoga was a regular activity. They performed together. She would stretch and pose. and he would roll around. As he grew he mimicked her poses. Healthy and fit son for her. Soon she grew pregnant with her husbands second child. It was after their daughter was born that stress was placed on their marriage. He would come home stinking of whisky and slap her around. One night it got bad. She was knocked out. Blood dripping from her face. Her son called the police. The children and her were taken to hospital. He was taken to the cells. She was free of him. He had casual controlled visitation with his children. A social worker would sit. When she stood it was time for the children to leave.

A meal. Date night. Not Indian, Italian, or European. Middle Eastern. Pork is off the menu. We order the buffet. They continue to bring out a sample of foods. Drinks. Red wines. Local and imported. Trade agreements would be a topic of discussion. Spin the wine. A deep breath. The aroma. Taste through smell. Red lipstick. Red wine. Red Glasses. Red Dress. Blue waves. Sky. Streaks of red. Shepard's setting. Night falls. Cold. Cuddles. Wet. Our glasses touch. Cheers. Her place. Always. The babysitter doesn’t want to stay. She has school in the morning. I walk the babysitter to the garage. Send request for car to send her home. Returning once the job had been completed. Working on her sleep data. ‘fucking’ is a column. The document is in standard JSON format. I enquire what she wants done. Play with it. Do what you do to data. Static websites. Build a post for each entry. How many blowjobs did she give last year? Turn it into a game. High score and everything. Hire driver to pick up guys. Delilvered to her office. Had intergrated her reading habits into the profile. Previously it only had music and photos. Switched from the app to txt messages. A lunch date. Followed by a self directed tour of the art gallery. Her boy at school. Daughter at kindergarten. She was free for the afternoon. Then her phone buzzed. The school. Her son had a black eye, brused ribs and likely a concussion. Lunch date was over. To the hospital. The police wanted to talk to them about the incident. Cameras in the area were switched off. The final footage was him leaving school the day of the attack. He refused to give names or details. There was little the police could do. Meal. Take two. Her son had recovering. Still bruised and damaged. A different restraunt. South American. Salad bar. Chickpea Soup. Lamb. I’ll have the same. For drinks. Red wine. Peru origin. Pudding. Spanish Donuts with desert wine. Cape Town origin. Her homecity.

Cook Indian for her. Chickpea curry. It’s always better the next day. It’s given time to mature and merge juices together. Her place. I’ve moved in. Setup office in one of her spare rooms. Her trophy boyfriend. She was able to quit her telephone job. It bored her and she wanted to study. Social work was her passion. She was out most days. Either class or work placement. The four of us would go out most evenings. Sometimes we left the kids at home with the babysitter. Every morning I was able to wake up and sit at my computer and type. A humanold robot was connected. Sensors covered. Ability to send signals. This kept me busy. We had decided to hire home help. We had a cleaner that would come in every day. This reduced the stress in our relationship. We still cooked for one another. She didn’t like to cook for herself. Still she would eat what she cooked. But cooking for someone else. This has grown stale by now. I’m not sure where this is going. Skipped a large chunck. Getting to know each other. How quickly after we meet did we move in. It was only after the 3rd date. She brought me back and loved having me around. Was planning on moving out of my place anyway. Had already given my notice. Some of my goods went into storage. The rest went to her place. Two monitors. Raspberry Pi Computer. Mouse. Keyboard. Compfy chair. She already had a desk for me. Walk in woredrope. She had moved all of hers to one side of the wordrope. I had the otherside. I hanged my suits and shirts up. Unpacked my casual clothes. Shorts, baggy jeans, extra large business conference tshirts. I just needed to setup my desktop computer in the spare office and I was set. Everything was in the right place. warm bodies for cuddles. She and me. Girlfriend and Boyfriend. Wife and Husband. To death do us part. The land of the fair. That’s not what we need. We need freedom. Anyone that is telling you fair is spinning the truth. Taxpayers funded buses. Ignore ride-sharing. I don’t know where this is going now. The first thousand words was ok but then started to go down hill. Need a break. Looking forward to going to library tonight. Have a shower. Go for walk. Lovely. How did my life change after meeting her. Costs were certainlly cut. The money I was paying each week was no longer going out the window. stand on platform.

onelasttime

The force lifted and pushed me back. Yellow sparks. Thud on the damp floor. Buzzing. Sinking into thick liquid. It seemed to last forever. Someone grabbed my shoulders. Dragged somewhere. The buzzing calmed. Replaced with cries and screaming. Hands on my waist. Someone else was helping. A stream of flashing lights. Blue. Red. Blue. Skidding to a stop. Lifted onto a stretcher. Medical units surrounding me. A ventilator attached. Darkness.

A large white room. Flowers and cards on the bedside table. Nurse next to my bed. I expected Mother. She should be here. I tried to speak. Nurse was startled. Drifting off into another world. She explained what happened to Mother. The news. Darkness.

I made a friend. Hannah. Her bed was on the right. We were the same age but different schools. She had won tickets to the concert. This gave her the opportunity to meet Ariana. Hannah showed me the selfie she had taken with her. I didn’t get to meet her. Hannah's Mother had also been killed.

When Marcus Mumford visited I drifting in and out consciousness. Walking in singing. Guitar in arms. Hannah was excited and sat up in her bed. Her eyes wide. She blushed bright pink when he gave her a cuddle and a kiss on the cheek. He really was a sweetheart. Whispered into my ear: "You are not alone in this".

Julie was on the left. She hadn’t spoken a word since arriving in the hospital. I found her YouTube. A vlogger. Makeup and lifestyle videos. The latest video posted hours before attending the concert. She had footage of the concert but Julie was too unwell to edit. Her boyfriend and sister died.

My name is Nada Hajjar. This is a story about my family, friends and the events leading up to now. The backstory is needed. You wouldn’t believe me otherwise. I was born at St Mary's Hospital, Manchester as Courtney Hudsen. Our English names now forbidden. New identities with the formation of Islamic State of Britain. Too far. Lets start again.

My name is Courtney Hudsen. I was born in St Mary's Hospital, Manchester. I liked my name. Courtney. Mother had choosen it. Names are important. They help with identity and show heritige. I wasn’t given a middle name. Sometimes you use your Mothers maidian name. I was given it as my last name. Fathers name on my birth cert was reducted. Mother wouldn’t speak about it.

Let’s talk about Julie. She was a year younger than me and Hannah. From her videos she was outgoing and fun. You wouldn’t believe it now. A changed girl. Scars covered her face. She had basically taken the full force. Her boyfriend had protected her. Standing between her and the explosion. Julies Sister had pealed off for merchandice. She was even closer to the blast.

What was that? What the fuck was that? Oh my god.

That’s what someone had spoken as the blast went off. They were late leaving the concert. House lights had just came up. Ariana music was still playing buy she had left the stage. It was a horrible, horrible moment. The worse moment of my life. There was nothing worse than that. I never recovered. It got better after months but it changed me. It changed us all there. Nothing was the same afterwards.

I couldn’t think of a reason why I would change my name.

This is a story about my family, friends and the events leading up to now. The backstory is needed. You wouldn’t believe me otherwise. I was born at St Mary's Hospital, Manchester as Courteny Hudsen. Our English names now forbidden. We were given new identities when Islamic State took power. Too far lets start again.

English was my favourite subject. I enjoyed reading and reviewing books. I didn’t enjoy movies as much. Strange really. Majority of my generation would differ. Speaches were easy. I just found an author I was interested in and researched them and their books. Relateting them to life lesions. Can’t be faulted for that.

There was nothing else.

I will not hear what you have to say.

I will live my life as it’s meant to be.

They would of gone on

Angels.

A hospital bed row of girls all with laptops. A unix-like system run on them all. Microsoft Windows had been outlawed. That’s one thing that didn’t bother me.

From outside of Manchester.

My name is Nada Hajjar and I am Muslim. This is a story about me, my family and friends and the events leading up to now. You wouldn’t believe me. The backstory is needed. I am safe though. I am alive. I will stay alive. I was not born Nada Hajjar. We were given new identities when Islamic State took power. Our English names were forbidden. Everyone had to learn Arabic. It was the offical language. English was no longer concered a major language. Man still spoke it but it private. There were underground schools that taught English. All books except for the Koran were burnt. Hundrards of years of human knowledge. it was such a waste. archieve is important.

She was due to celebraite her birthday next week. Sweet 16th. Instead of a party plans changed to a funeral. Many of the items that were going to be used for her 16th Party were used at the funeral. It was devastating for the family to lose her.

She had been given the concert ticket for her 16th birthday. It was her first pop concert.

They say keep calm and carry on. You got to consider events. Motivated revenge killing for the children and woman killed in Libya. They can’t use that excuse. Bring the troops home. Resources focused on us. Fight this foreign policy.

What was that? What the fuck was that? Oh my god.

Repeat things a lot - words, catchphrases, references to events, and important scenes. New repetition results in deeper understanding of situation.

Hannah was the happiest she had ever been. It was her first concert without her parents. Her sister and mother were waiting at the entrance. She could see them in the distance. Her sister was on her phone. Typing away and taking a selfie. She would be on Snapchat. Mother reading on her Kindle.

We let the girl on crutches go ahead of us. She would of not been able to dance. At least she got to attend the concert though. Many of my friends were not able to attend. They were jealous. I couldn’t wait till school in the morning sharing the events in show and tell. Several of my classmates attended the concert. Girls all had their phones out filming.

Blame the balloons. Several balloons had popped but this was louder. The stadium to shacked. Everyone looked towards the direction. Silence for a moment. Then screams. I thought the stairs had collapsed. People were running and screaming. Some people were crying.

Mother held my hand. Her beautiful wide smile. She had chosen a dark red lipstick tonight.

Hold my hand. Don’t let go. We are going to walk out of here. Do not run. Don’t copy what they are doing. People need education. Running in a crowded area only causes issues.

Rewinding the CCTV footage. Thumb holding trigger. Go. Camera out. Fowler area. Parents are waiting for their children to walk out. Kids coming out of their first concert. There were twelve years old at the show with friends. Their parents or family were there to pick them up.

Hannah didn’t survive. No girl in the bed. but hospital for months. One of the few to survive. Hannah was created to hide the facts. A mechanism to block. It took many years to understand about what occurred that night.

I was on the train arriving in Victoria Station when the explosion happened. Everyone in the carrage thought we had hit something. A minute later we relized what had happened.

After I finished high school I went onto Oxford. I studied Chemistry. Everything had been paid for through a scholarship for victims. All my living expensises. I didn’t need to go and find a job. I could focus on my studies. At the start of my second year I got a internship at a local lab. I know what you are thinking. The only reason why a teen girl from Manchester learns Chem is to produce pills for her associates. And that’s what I did. Purchase a pill printer and machines. Connected to a raspberry pi and ardino. The whole setup could produce pills on it’s own. It would also learn patient data and make adjustments automatically. If you can give every house hold it own robotic doctor it reduces the demand for human Doctors. Every household in Manchester will have it. Then the UK. And the World. Mars. I had put all the lawnmowers in the area out of business. My robotic mowers would go house to house and cut their lawns. Electric and Solar panels. No money was exchanged. If the person wanted to support they could give a recurring payment. Petrol was a rarity so any old petrol mowers had it converted to electric. Very few people had driven a old gas car. They were all electric now. Some of the gas cars were on display in museums. Once a year they will have a events where they start a gas car and race is around a circic. Hundreds of thousand attend. The lab had everything I needed to create the pills. It was too dangerous to produce them in the lab. I started to steal parts of the machines. Carried the machine out in my handbag.

God is Great. Peace be with you. Under his eye.

Pass through customs into the Islamic State of Briton is always a scary experience. Questions to make sure nonbelievers do not enter the country. Convert to Islam or death. The Royal family slaughted and replaced with Arab Royals.

Churches were burned. Mosics were built in place. All religions illegial except for Islam. Allah is God. Woman were not allowed to drive or work. Many Americans were kept as slaves. A large amount of the population imagrated from the Middle East to Britin. It was a better lifestyle.

When the anti encrytion laws came into effect lead to the downfall of the internet. The old govt had introduced a Great Brition Firewall. It lead to vonubilities of the platform. The jamming resulted in less and less people having access to the computer. When the power grid, water treatment plants and communactions were disabled that was the end. The old govt had to surrender to save people. It would of been best to just let us die. Life was horrible. The Islamic State flag flew down every street. Things sure had changed from the past. The EU had declared that ISB was a terriorist state and they came under heavy suncions. Trade and flights were restricted. ISB was cut off from the world in similar to what North Korea was in the past. That’s one country that changed after the form of ISB.

Common Islamic sayings and greetings.

Literary Novel onelasttime William Mckee Camp NaNoWriMo July 2017 35,000 word count goal

Teenage girl at Manchester Arena Attack. Science Fiction, Romantic, black comedy. Catch 22.

soft easy target.

Hold your hand.

Never lose your sight.

Stagged out blinded and with a broken leg. She was unable to attend her best friends funurel. They had it at the local church overlooking the rocky shore.

one last time. Whos dead? Everyone except for the 3 teens in hospital.

family trees.

friends : Hannah, Julie, Courtney.

My name is Hannah. I’m stuck in a hospital bed. Courtney has told you all about it already. Intense. Those short sentences. Cutting out everything that is not needed. You are wondering what my Islamic name is. What if we didn’t live long enough?

My name is Amira Tahan. I am a servant to the Tahan family from Iran. They freshly immigrant to Britian. Older Iranians able to speak English. Forbidden to teach to youth. The Tahan were kind to me. Not everyone were as lucky as me. I killed an Arab. The remaining Tahen members tied up. Don’t want to kill them but can’t let them go. Best to keep them captive for now. Decide later on what to do. If I let them go they would report me. Then I would have to run and they would hunt me down. They would find me. They always found you. Chicken soup. Elixir of the gods. The menu choice in hospital is limited. Pork is off the menu. Beef, Chicken, Goat, Sheep are all popular meats. Vegetables have become more and more popular. The price of meats and the qualintity is low.

Rough Draft

Revising and Editing.

English majors. We are going to talk about linguistics alot. This is a tale of linguistics.

The Lingustics Tale

The Management Tale

The Economics Tale

Management.

"literary fiction, by its nature, allows itself to dawdle, to linger on stray beauties even at the risk of losing its way"

fed up with the arab soldiers forced to house. kills one.

A man decides to climb Mons. He’ll finish in three years, just in time for his wife to emerge from cryogenic freezing.

A man with writer’s block attends a hypnotic dream workshop where his dreams will be recorded for story premises. Except, when he awakens, one hundred years have passed, and all his story ideas are already classics with someone else’s name on them.

someone from 1920s America learns actually in the year 2020, where technology is advanced and a social study.

someone driven mad by a ringing in ears discovers it’s an Arabic signal. And isn’t the only one who can hear it.

boo.

Manchester, Monday, 22 May 2017, 10.30 p.m.

Late evening

No words. Tears. No laughter. Fears. Darkness. The music died.

The end is near.

Finger held down the trigger. If he lifted it off the device would detonate. He looked around. So many young and innocent. It was revenge. For the attacks in Syria. When he let go of the trigger nothing happened. Several plain clothing officers jumped him. Culffed and arrested. The concert goers were safe. There were altenatives. What they had built allowed events from the past to be modified. When they pinpointed one key event that lead to the downfall agents were sent back to modify events. The main task was to stop the bomb from detonating. It was important that the task of attempting to detonate the bomb happens. This way they can be arrested and no other events will happen. The key task was to stop the bomb from detonating. It would be modified to stop it from detonating when the trigger is released. It frustrated the bomber. He clicked the trigger multiply times but no response. He should be dead. Entering the gates of the Kingdom. Instead hes in a police cell being questioned by two detectives. tick for tac. He knew the game. They expected him to dob the others in. He will get off lightly. Serve a few years on home detention. They didn’t have the evidence. If they did they wouldn’t be questioning him for information. They would of charged him with something. They would raid and investigate. They won’t find anything. He just had to wait it out. They can’t hold him without charging. When they finally released him he went home. His home was a trash. The police had done a good job of turning the place upside down. It’s important that the police move quickly when these attacks happen. It enforces to the public that they are needed. Always going on about the antagonist. It’s important to get their side. Why they did it. They believe they are praising allah by killing nonbelievers. Everyone is a believer now. There is still killing. It was just a excuse. Rights have been removed. Return to the room. It wasn’t much different to the police cell. There were a few extra items but they had it good in the cell. All alone. They kept the other prisiners separate. There would be violence otherwise. The guards wouldn’t be able to stop it.

allow

moar moar moar.

toot. toot. toot. climbing the stairs into the stadium. A lookout on the stadium.

There is no plot. It is just a series of thoughts mixed together. The idea that is was going to be a thriller. literary is there for a reason. The whole novel is going to be one characters thoughts.

Influence:

Margaret Atwood.

Cat’s Eye.

Looking back at childhood is events that took place.

Catch 22.

Repetitive.

anti-personnel explosive device packed with nails

Let’s talk about another subject. Everyday I would wake up and the thoughts of the attack would go through my head. Spending more time thinking about the victims than those around me. Take elements of the victims and write a novel. Of course that’s what they are going to do.

Un-Islamic Non-State

pledge of loyalty

Sharia law

“This election vote Sharia Law. This country is a mess and it is the only fix”

My name is Baal Zebub. I’m the only boy. There are three girls here. Hannah, Julie and Courtney. They didn’t notice me. They couldn’t. I was wrapped from head to toe in bandages. I have burns to the majority of my body. I hear everything they say. They chat about everything. One day the nurses told the girls about me. They had no idea and were shocked at the state of me. Each of them came up to my bed. Stroked my hand. Introducing themselves. It was my plan that landed us all in hospital. I was meant to die in the attack. Instead I survived and recovering in hospital. Like these girls. They are innocent though. They didn’t plan this. I am a suspect and the police have two armed officers at the door. The burns I suffered meant that I am not going far though.

pestilential plague-carriers

GOD created every living creature except the fly - which was made by the Devil.

demon

Philistine

Philistines

Palistin

king Taita and his wife

Prince of Hell, Lord of the Flies and Satan's Bastard-in-Chief

Middle-Eastern Demon

Also known as BAAL-ZEBUB, BAAL-ZEBUL, BEELZEBUL

Middle-Eastern Evil Demon

Also known as DEVIL, PRINCE-OF-DARKNESS, HA-SATAN, ACCUSER, DIABOLOS, OLD-NICK, STAN The Devil, all-round Evil Genius and official adversary of God

Middle-Eastern War God Also known as BA'AL, BAAL-HADAD Storm God of War known as the Cloud Monster

The King James Bible was not advable.

My name is Stan. I have many names but Stan is sweet. It is my perfered name. Satan. The deceiver who leads humanity astray. Poses abhorrent qualities. A symbol of virtuous characteristics and liberty.

let an accuser stand at his right hand.

Mother held my hand. Her beautiful wide smile. She had chosen a dark red lipstick tonight. She looked beautiful tonight.

It must take him alot of drinks to get angry. He can drink so much. He should be unconscious. He can still get up and walk around.

They made me fat. The one that survived is a bitch. She screams and yells. I just go over there to get my birthday money. An annual visit.

The suns so bright. aw my eyes.

It’s good you are talking to your Aunts and Uncles. If anything happens to me you can go live with them.

Some of them are nice. I’m the one thats suckinesss.

most of my family are successful. Where did I go wrong?

She’s not here. She was jealous of my stepmother.

I’m either lazy or angry walker. If lazy - slow. Angry is fast of course.

I was like thirteen. No nine. The oldest was like a teenager and youngest seven.

She was a bitch to me.

I know you want some. I rolled a decent one this morning.

vivid memories. felt so betrayed. For years they were in our lives. Undercover. The taxpayers were paying for it.

We start with the name of the character and where they are. The people around them and what they think of them. What happened to the people. Usually they were dead. Get them to explain the actions of each other. For example Courtney explains Stans actions of a second attempted attack. Everything is Courtney explaining events from the past. It’s her perspective of events. Not everything is correct and she is bias. Is something really bad about to happen next? Elements of a horror genre. Do not like this. Puts me off. Did not finish Cat’s Eye. Found myit She talks about the attacker - Stan. In Stans mind he is free but he got caught. The relatity that Staself annoyed by the something bad is going to happen next. It doesn’t stop. I can’t do anything about this. It’s a horror.

n creates is false. Without a clue in the world. The story talks of both realities. The real true: the bomb doesn’t go off and Stan is arrested. In Stans mind the prision is the hospital. In Stans mind they are in hospital after the bomb exploding. Hannah, Julie, Courtney, Stan. It’s told from Hannahs perspective if the bomb had gone off. It didn’t though - this is just the imagination of Stan. Believing in another world. Dream sequences suck though. Don’t want to make the whole novel just a dream. A dream of a better world.

Who are we going to talk about next? random int between zero an d four. Characters to choose from. Courtney. Julie. Hannah. Stan. Baal Zebub. Nurse.

Baal Zebub was the only one missing from the hospital. Every other named character is in hospital. Lucky for Baal Zebub he was nowhere near the blast when it occurs. He was too busy fishing through garbage. A swarm of flies at his command. Able to swarm target and absorb their energy. He targeted those that derserved it. Police looked the other way. Baal Zebub was doing their job for them. They were able to sit back - eat donuts and watch porn. Baal Zebub would bring in the heads of those that were wanted. Their eyes removed but dental records able to confirm the body. The family of the victim are petrafied. They never expected it. These are normal, everyday people. Often they have a hidden past. It’s that hidden past that Baal Zebub is interested in. Anything that can give the upper hand. Flies swarmed around Baal Zebub. Opening his mouth flies emerged. Chocking some came out in a wet, slimy, soggey covered ball. It stuck to the table. Veins of blood ran through it.

Those are the only characters that have names. Everyone else is refered as their relationship to named characters.

This is so not twisted. I really have no idea what they are doing. It’s best to just go along with it. Writing about just really horrible events and it just brings tears to your face when you write about it. That’s why we don’t write about it. We move on. That’s what the victims would want. Not thinking about them for a day is good. Once it’s down to just the thought and no action things improve. When you get the thought and have to do action that’s when there is an issue. Must it’s alright. under my thumb. it is the easy way. No way they were going to let them escape. The guards were doubled. They couldn’t risk something happening again. Once was already bad enough. Seprate concert goers and those picking them up. Meet through security. Should not of been able to get the bomb into the fowler. There is your first fuck up.

The machine that they build was something out of a Phillip K. Dick novel. It gave them the ability to arrest criminals before they commit the crime. The machines looks into deaths in the future - if it’s homaside then check footage of death and deploy bot lawyers to research the case. Arrest and trial those that are found guilty. They are only arrested if they are guility. The machine finds out before the arrest is allowed. This strips out corruption in the police force. Everyone is given the same treatment in the law. This is how the bomber is caught. He was an early case. They were extremly late in intercepting coms with the target. It won’t be long. Let’s keep this going. Once it is fixed then we can go to the river. It’s a beautiful day why cant we just sleep. It is just going to go around and around every time. I’m not sure why they have not published it yet. It’s quite weird really. If anyone else had given them something this loaded it would be on the front page. But because it’s me they have not even looked into the content. There was evidence of a machine. For years there were rumurs that this machine had been built. It allowed lawenforcment to arrest criminals before they commited the crime. It was a instant success. Years went by without a murder. Some arrested may of been innocent. The machine could be lying. Showing false information. That’s the scary thing. It got to a point when we couldn’t verify that the suspect was a criminal. There were protest to scrap the machine. This wasn’t going to happen. This conflict caused a rift in society. On one side those that want the machine to be used. the other side do not want the machine to be used. There are those that sit in the middle - allow use through greater regalation.

Stan why couldn’t you just go away. It would make the world such a better place. But there would be one less novel.

They want you to travel to their home country and kill their countrymen. That’s why they did it. It’s simple game theory. Have we not been over this before. Let’s continue. Stay home. Protect your country. Going over there just continues the cycle.

Downsize Parliment Govenment

Downside Parliment

Gov Overboard

The arrest of Stan happened almost two months after the attack. He was spotted at an airport in Liverpool. They suspected he was trying to leave to Syria. Police were fortunate to pick him up as there had been no arrests this month. Now that the police have Stan they can question him about the attack and find out more information. This may lead to more arrests. They couldn’t look like they were letting the public down. Eyes were on them but they were sympethic. It was a balance. They were there to do a job but they needed to be protected. They were targets. Those that were targeted should not of been. People would of been more sympethic with Stan if militery/police/govt units were targeted. Those that you hit supported your cause. They didn’t like how it was carried out. The targets were wrong. They are not the people that you should be aiming at. It doesn’t make your cause look good. I can make your cause good. I can show them that it works. Together we will change this country.

ok lets see how we get on, im not sure if this is working but if it is then all good. lets not decide on something straight away. best to wait and see what happens, if everything is legit then no issues. thats what i need to sort.

it was a gritty tale of betrayal. once something legit comes along it will be ok. the study of business is pointless, lets just build something instead. with a space that i can use to create stuff. thats how its going: to be totally legit is where it is at. lets see if we can get further ahead. oh but its a waste. sometimes im not sure how real this is or not. space marines. those that travel from country to country selling everything they can. sometimes they rip off those that they planning on helping. for a second or two.

exit music. Sadness drifted through the church. It was the final

Less super nature elements and more just writing a solid story and characters. Since it is literary the story doesnt matter so much. It’s driven by the characters. That’s the thing that has to be remembered. Everytime I write it’s just about getting down something about the character. How they feel. What they see. It’s the only way that it will be finished. They had focused the majority of their resources into tracking down any leads

The day following the attack was a sad day for the city. Crowds gathered to remember those that had died.

Strip back of Gov services. The idea was built during the event GovHackNZ 2017. The location is Hamilton.

That is too complex. Stan the man.

Call for the doctor.

Walking down the road and witnessing mass genoside. There was nothing else in my lifetime that would be so cruel. They had opened fire on their own people. Bodie layaround me. The flesh melted and disolved. wow so much was written and lost. That's the thing about this system. It can be just freeze sometimes and nothing to do in order to fix it. I just reboot the system. Walking down the road and witnessing mass genoside. There was nothing else in my lifetime that would be so cruel. They had opened fire on their own people. Bodie lay around me. The flesh melted and disolved. wow so much was written and lost. That's the thing about this system. It can be just freeze sometimes and nothing to do in order to fix it. I just reboot the system. Once the restart happens everything is fine. The genoside is over. There is no more killing. No more death. The news never makes it. It is forgotten. Those girls grow up in a new world. A happy new fresh world where everything is ok. Do you have a backdoor? No. You are lying arn’t you. Of course. As part of our contract with the ISB all our hardware has a backdoor. It allows packet-inspection of talk users do. im not sure why this was talking so long. once it started to work it was ok. we could create a new system everyday. come on and let it go. lets let it slide. why don’t you be me. everything is fine. lets take the slow way home. there is no need to rush. when you rush it can get mixed up with some of the previous.

Judging by the previous two comments you guys are out of touch about how this works. If a one and a two. Three. Four. lalala. Let’s go camping everyone goes camping. how did it come to this. Let’s check if there is anything else to sort. Once it is, everything is ok. Let’s go and check on the rest of the options. Come back I still need you. Let me take your. I swear. Hold on now. Going around the bend it took awhile but it was worth it. There was not alot left except for this. Please don’t do that it is very distracting. Come back now. Let’s check this out. I swear I need to all my life. Hold on I still need you. I just want to get back already. It’s been taking too long already. It’s intersting to reread why I write. Able to type in a crypto way. There were only three left. Once they were gone there was nothing left for them to do. Currently behind but thats nothing to worry about. Typing more and more. Once there is enough we will go through with the rewards. There is always many awards and paybacks for the activities.

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Continue repeating of the bad habits. They never really stop. They don’t change. That’s what he told himself when he thought it was bad. It was never bad. That word was not used. There are far better words to be typing than that. More intelligent and grownup. Let’s not saying he was not grown up. By all accounts he was a well-rounded young man. His schooling had been top notch. Private schools throughout. All that was in the past now. The future was not so clear. The choice to not move state was unusual for those attending collage. But he was different. He decided to stay home and attend collage. Once there was a little girl who every day would attend to her commercial garden. Her back lawn was covered in five glass houses - all filled with vegetation. Automatic sprinklers took care of majority of the work that needed to be done. Drones would fly from house to house clipping the fresh produce and letting it drop into the drones carrier basket. Once this basket was full the drone would return to the main factory where the produce was sorted and shipped out. The goal was to increase the production of the worlds food supply with the help of automaton computers. From the very start people had objected but as the world died due to hunger those that opposed were converted. Supply chain for food was fixed. The glass houses were able to be setup anywhere. They could handle any climate and weather patterns. They could be controlled to grow certain produce. For example bananas would require a higher temp than potatoes or onions. The drones that collected the produce also weeded the garden. Security was an issue and the drones were set to detect any external lifeforms such as snails and slugs - and deal with them. This greatly increased the amount of lost produce due to food being in a abundance.

The drone were feed waste which then turned it back into soil for the garden. You didn’t have to do any gardening in order to get a freshly garden picked meals. It was a dream for everyone. You were most welcome to help the driod out. Some people liked to garden and could be employed to garden and have their actions scanned in order to teach the machines to garden. As humans learnt to garden, machines mimiced their motions. Testing lines were created. Robotic hands and arms would use a shovel to dig into the soil.

The glass houses kept logs on what people consumed and created with the produce. The company was able to then do targeted marketing to the consumers. They had logs on everyone and their full diet information. The company began expanding the areas in which they did business. No longer were they supplying automaton gardeners and software support but they were moving into banking, insurance.

Damn damn damn. Why did it have to go so badly. Everything was going fine until it just got too big. Too big to fail they say. That’s an understatement. Mankind had never seen such a time like it. It was risky but it’s weird that it went so overboard. One day everything was going fine and they next everyone had lost it. I’m not sure if they knew it would get so bad. It’s hard to think back before the events. Before everything changed. There was only a minority that warned us against what might happen. Of course we didn’t listen to them. Some of them were even killed for the views they had. Now we must make sure that people are not punished for the views they hold - only how they act. The extremest views spread. All over the place people were maiming others over small insufficient things. It was a battlefield. For what. For some events that happened years ago. Still every year on the day people get out of bed on weekend and pay their ‘respects’ for those that fell in the events. Really every year. This had been going on for such a long time there were questions that it was only being kept around to keep people loyal and from speaking out over the inhuman treatment that was happening. Unsure how much of this really works. But at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter. As long as the machine works when it gets activated is all that really matters.

How to write a novel. One character after another. It is quite simple. If there is a block move onto something else. Start a new line and expand on a area from the previous paragraph. This could be a different view or shift. Whatever you choose to do it doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting down the words for another rough draft novel. Despite all the rage. They still cant believe they can be saved. The glass houses had to be rolled out worldwide. It was able to be used to save the billions around the world that were starving. They were able to create their own food supply with the glass houses.

There is nothing I can do. Wait i am coming now. That may of been the last thing she said. I wonder if she spoke to anyone on her way. A scan of the security footage showed no conversation. The last frame was her walking into an unknown building. She never left the building. A 360 degree search was carried out of the building. It showed no results. There was no body. There was nobody. It was a mystery to what happened to the girl. Most hope that she is safe. That she didn't want the life she had and decided to disappear and change it all. Others are more dark and say she was killed. it is unlikely that another will ever know what happened. Clever they thought but it wasn't going to last. Things changed. As was said before. Things went bad. Then worse. Finally the end happened. That's when everyone died. If they had changed a few of their bad habits it might of not happened. But they cant change it now. With everyone dead the world goes on but there is no activity. Everything is dried up and dead. The cycles of seasons continued like before. Creatures and animals roamed the world. A world with no humans life. Killed out by their own greed. They wanted everything and in the end they got nothing. Cities of empty waste.

Waste was not what the little boy had been taught to do. He was an efficient person and would spend his time on productive activities. One area he focused on was his sleeping patterns. He could get on with a minimal of 5 hours sleep a night. It was important that he avoid caffeine and other drugs. Cannabis is allowed but it is suggested to monitor usage. If use falls behind a certain percent. Most patients decide to get a injection that releases cannabis to the body over a monthly period. Liberty is respected. You do not have to get a injection but its suggested by the medical production. It can also initial you to certain bonuses and perks. The injection is engineered to release certain strains at certain times. It causes a joint smoking simulation. The is fine to be used indoors - the smoke can be adjusted to not visible or remove the smell. If you didn't like the smell you could setup the ability to turn off other peoples smells. This made it great in public - you could smell a beauty of flavors or none at all. It catered for all people. it was inclusive. now that's a trigger word. who am i going to write about next. the first novel had a character in it based on a mod from r/redditgetsdrawn - itwillbemine. I made the character in my novel fat, useless, and has a string of issues. Characters in FallofCopy were inspired from computer conferences and meet ups I attend and the people I meet. Write a novel every year. nanowrimo is a great chance for this. Write regular. Short stories. Novella. Novel. Just write more.

The boy giggled as he walked past the girl. She was sitting there with her notebook and pen. Drawing. Lists and graphs is what she should be doing. Instead she is drawing. Landscapes. Wavy green water, red hills, yellow figures and a blue sky. That is the question. What is the answer? It is hard to picture something different. He walked past her with one eye closed. Vision was always an issue. Surgery would help. It is wrong to be able to see out of one eye better than two eyes. Vision and eyes will always be important research for the boy. The mutations grew quickly. Not long the boy was growing old. Bed ridden and dying. The testing of injection had created deformities in the bodies cells. No longer were they what they were. The human DNA table was remarked. Scientists were fascinated. Never before had something like this happened. It was like the human race had involved over night. All their children were being born with the new strain. Their bodies were able to produce the injections themselves - they did not need to go to the doctors. They were more independent. It was still all the benefits. They were able to consume when they wanted or set it up to do it automate. The system had worked fine with the current vision. Why would anyone want to change things. People did take sides. Some were further than others. There were arguments and fights over how to deal with the changes. But there is only a certain amount of more words that can be applied to the results. If something goes really bad then lets not worry about what happens. If you are going to say one tech is going to make a service outdated then you need information backing up specific reasons why. Be prepared for questions.

Down. Once there was a little boy who every day would go out and look for a little girl. They had lost one another. Attempts were made to unite but all attempts had been a fail.

Lets see how this new setup goes. Everything is clensed. It was a success They said. It is totally posible to just type without glasses on. It’s a bit like typing without seeing what i am typing. It doesnt matter what is written. This is going to turn into a novel at some point. Just not today. How many rough drafts will get written. zIt would be better to write more often so that when it comes to writing the novel in noveember, its not so hard. ok lets tyu ythis again. It’s onluy several more lines untill the green fills up all of the red. it is also better to look awauyy from the keyboard. im looking towards the screen butt it is Tired so tired. The smell of urine. Paants were stained yellow. it was gross but he had no reason to change them until the morning. All these things you hold inside. Lets ty this gaain. The first time it failed but they think the next time it will be better. Attempting to finished a novel in a month is totally posible. It;s just about puttinng the time in every fay. i wonder what conferences will be on this year in novembber. last year the kiwicon conference conflicedted with my writing. I will alwawys blame kiwicon for the reason i didnt finish the novel. everything was going fine will then. once the trip happened i was unable to get into the flow and it was a fail. Still managed to finish 32000 words. I have been given on feedback over the whole novel but i did take the first chapter into my writers group and got some good feedback. Will try this again. It’s hard to read with the current eyesight. Eeverything is slightly burly. If the glasses are taken off everything wiould be much clear. But it blurs due to poor eyesight. I wonder if i will get no email from the recent event. I go to these conferences but never get emails from people. Im quite bad about emeialing. A few in levin need to be sent emails. Was sent emails that mad me smile and i didn’t even reply if you want people to keep sending emails its important to. Oh I can’t stop.

e0k4 0f once in a awhile there was a little girl who fell in love. The boy didnt love her back, He was too young. He just wanted to go outsie and play. He wasnot interested in her. Lets tyy this again oh but its not the same as whenthey were going to change it come on come on lets just get this over and done with. I wonder how much worse the spelling is this time than it was before. at leaast i know where th words go. The ereader screen blasts light into his face. The light is also coming from a Rosebus. Citizen Kne was a film that the little boy had watched many times. It was certainly his favorite. The boy had seen it so much he was able to quote the wholefilm. Its not a book. Everything that it gets written down it needs to be sorted as aa film and not book. That is the most important rule. Lets see if the novel can be finished in under forty eight hourse With both the eyes and the ears gone it was hard to comunacate. The besy option was written coms. People would writet messages on paper and wave them around the place in order to get the atenation of the person that the message is intended for. Its getting to the point where tired is tarting to kick in. It’s been greaat to be reading and wriing again. It’s been a few months since i havebeen able to finish a book. Lets stop writing and put away the glasses. if the reading goes well the writing can begin again sometimes i woory that the text doesnt come out but it does we just need to get to the end of this line quciker. What parts of the previous two / three novels do i want to take and use them in the new nove. too far away from the city can be a large issue. Butt thankfully there are sultions to fixing the issue. Let’s see if this makes sense. He knew she wouldd be at the conference. The boy wasnt interested in the content of the conference. He would attend - make convosation with venfors m network with others there, watch a few speakers. butot over do it. Take it wasy. `
oh weell sy ltsdy there was snot s slot to sort after u do baws is a service that may be used im not even sure if that is the corrrect spelling if it is wrong then i am truely screwed but if it wis working fine then it doesnt even mater. i wish that this place didnt have a tv but its hard to change things like this when there is something wrong with the oh boy there was nothing going on till the man in the mushroom house. came out and started to yell. over and over he screamed. The people on the street didnt know what was going on.

one last time.

it was just quiet. silence

Yellow. Buzzing. The force lifted me up and pushed backwards. Thud on the floor. It seemed to be a life time. Someone had grabbed me under the arms. Dragged towards the exit. The buzzing sound began to calm. Replaced with cries and screaming. Hands on my waist. Someone else was helping lift me. A stream of flashing lights. Blue. Red. Skid to a stop. Medical units sourounded. I was lifted onto a stretcher and into the ambulence. Medical units sourounded me. A mask was placed onto my face. Darkness.

I awoke in a white room. Flowers and cards scatted around me. Beside a nurse sat. I was expecting my Mother. She should be the one sitting with me. I chocked out the words. ‘Where is my Mummy?’. The nurse was strartled. Drifting off into another world. ‘Oh thank god you are awake’ she smiled. She called for a Doctor. Several Doctors rushed towards me. They explained what happened and why my Mother was not there. The news caused me to drift off again into the darkness.

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i dont want to know what happened next. Lets check if anything happened. No change. Lets see what happens. There is no need to hit that button. Everything goes so wrong after. Oh. wow. i cant believe that it reveresed. Awake with no issues. Lets check.Once upon a time. there was a girl named COURTNEY. she was a lovely person. friendly and happy. she didnt want harm to come to anyone. rather lose her own life than someone else. rare quality. mostly people care about themselves. something was different about courtney though.

Sign of the time. Guards stood outside houses on the street. A large gate. They were protecting the girls mostly. Rebels would try to break in and kidnap the girls. Could not have that happen. It would be a bad look. Tears still flowed from her face. She wanted to go home. Being stuck in a hospital bed was not the way she wanted to spend her birthday. Everything was planned. The baloons were already setup. People were waiting for her to walk through the door. But it was never gonna happen. Those waiting at the party got the news. It was devestating. Courtney was going to be turning sixteen years old. No one was in the party spirit. They decided to cut the cake and eat it. In her memory. Courtney would of wanted that. Whatever happens, there will always be cake.

I was there the bombs fell. The Queens rebel launched attack against ISB. They targeted militery areas but citizens were caught up in the attack. Everyone was forced to join the army, including woman. It meant the rebel forces could not trust anyone. Every one of them could be a threat. The attack was devesatating for ISB. They lost the majority of their infustrucal. Oh but it was not over the ISB. The top were driven under ground. Hidden bunkers with years supply of food and drink. Everything you would need to live out the imediatle future.

Stop your crying. It's gonna be alright. The end is soon.

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Continue repeating of the bad habits. They never really stop. They don’t change. That’s what he told himself when he thought it was bad. It was never bad. That word was not used. There are far better words to be typing than that. More intelligent and grownup. Let’s not saying he was not grown up. By all accounts he was a well-rounded young man. His schooling had been top notch. Private schools throughout. All that was in the past now. The future was not so clear. The choice to not move state was unusual for those attending collage. But he was different. He decided to stay home and attend collage. Once there was a little girl who every day would attend to her commercial garden. Her back lawn was covered in five glass houses - all filled with vegetation. Automatic sprinklers took care of majority of the work that needed to be done. Drones would fly from house to house clipping the fresh produce and letting it drop into the drones carrier basket. Once this basket was full the drone would return to the main factory where the produce was sorted and shipped out. The goal was to increase the production of the worlds food supply with the help of automaton computers. From the very start people had objected but as the world died due to hunger those that opposed were converted. Supply chain for food was fixed. The glass houses were able to be setup anywhere. They could handle any climate and weather patterns. They could be controlled to grow certain produce. For example bananas would require a higher temp than potatoes or onions. The drones that collected the produce also weeded the garden. Security was an issue and the drones were set to detect any external lifeforms such as snails and slugs - and deal with them. This greatly increased the amount of lost produce due to food being in a abundance.

The drone were feed waste which then turned it back into soil for the garden. You didn’t have to do any gardening in order to get a freshly garden picked meals. It was a dream for everyone. You were most welcome to help the driod out. Some people liked to garden and could be employed to garden and have their actions scanned in order to teach the machines to garden. As humans learnt to garden, machines mimiced their motions. Testing lines were created. Robotic hands and arms would use a shovel to dig into the soil.

The glass houses kept logs on what people consumed and created with the produce. The company was able to then do targeted marketing to the consumers. They had logs on everyone and their full diet information. The company began expanding the areas in which they did business. No longer were they supplying automaton gardeners and software support but they were moving into banking, insurance.

Damn damn damn. Why did it have to go so badly. Everything was going fine until it just got too big. Too big to fail they say. That’s an understatement. Mankind had never seen such a time like it. It was risky but it’s weird that it went so overboard. One day everything was going fine and they next everyone had lost it. I’m not sure if they knew it would get so bad. It’s hard to think back before the events. Before everything changed. There was only a minority that warned us against what might happen. Of course we didn’t listen to them. Some of them were even killed for the views they had. Now we must make sure that people are not punished for the views they hold - only how they act. The extremest views spread. All over the place people were maiming others over small insufficient things. It was a battlefield. For what. For some events that happened years ago. Still every year on the day people get out of bed on weekend and pay their ‘respects’ for those that fell in the events. Really every year. This had been going on for such a long time there were questions that it was only being kept around to keep people loyal and from speaking out over the inhuman treatment that was happening. Unsure how much of this really works. But at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter. As long as the machine works when it gets activated is all that really matters.

How to write a novel. One character after another. It is quite simple. If there is a block move onto something else. Start a new line and expand on a area from the previous paragraph. This could be a different view or shift. Whatever you choose to do it doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting down the words for another rough draft novel. Despite all the rage. They still cant believe they can be saved. The glass houses had to be rolled out worldwide. It was able to be used to save the billions around the world that were starving. They were able to create their own food supply with the glass houses.

There is nothing I can do. Wait i am coming now. That may of been the last thing she said. I wonder if she spoke to anyone on her way. A scan of the security footage showed no conversation. The last frame was her walking into an unknown building. She never left the building. A 360 degree search was carried out of the building. It showed no results. There was no body. There was nobody. It was a mystery to what happened to the girl. Most hope that she is safe. That she didn't want the life she had and decided to disappear and change it all. Others are more dark and say she was killed. it is unlikely that another will ever know what happened. Clever they thought but it wasn't going to last. Things changed. As was said before. Things went bad. Then worse. Finally the end happened. That's when everyone died. If they had changed a few of their bad habits it might of not happened. But they cant change it now. With everyone dead the world goes on but there is no activity. Everything is dried up and dead. The cycles of seasons continued like before. Creatures and animals roamed the world. A world with no humans life. Killed out by their own greed. They wanted everything and in the end they got nothing. Cities of empty waste.

Waste was not what the little boy had been taught to do. He was an efficient person and would spend his time on productive activities. One area he focused on was his sleeping patterns. He could get on with a minimal of 5 hours sleep a night. It was important that he avoid caffeine and other drugs. Cannabis is allowed but it is suggested to monitor usage. If use falls behind a certain percent. Most patients decide to get a injection that releases cannabis to the body over a monthly period. Liberty is respected. You do not have to get a injection but its suggested by the medical production. It can also initial you to certain bonuses and perks. The injection is engineered to release certain strains at certain times. It causes a joint smoking simulation. The is fine to be used indoors - the smoke can be adjusted to not visible or remove the smell. If you didn't like the smell you could setup the ability to turn off other peoples smells. This made it great in public - you could smell a beauty of flavors or none at all. It catered for all people. it was inclusive. now that's a trigger word. who am i going to write about next. the first novel had a character in it based on a mod from r/redditgetsdrawn - itwillbemine. I made the character in my novel fat, useless, and has a string of issues. Characters in FallofCopy were inspired from computer conferences and meet ups I attend and the people I meet. Write a novel every year. nanowrimo is a great chance for this. Write regular. Short stories. Novella. Novel. Just write more.

The boy giggled as he walked past the girl. She was sitting there with her notebook and pen. Drawing. Lists and graphs is what she should be doing. Instead she is drawing. Landscapes. Wavy green water, red hills, yellow figures and a blue sky. That is the question. What is the answer? It is hard to picture something different. He walked past her with one eye closed. Vision was always an issue. Surgery would help. It is wrong to be able to see out of one eye better than two eyes. Vision and eyes will always be important research for the boy. The mutations grew quickly. Not long the boy was growing old. Bed ridden and dying. The testing of injection had created deformities in the bodies cells. No longer were they what they were. The human DNA table was remarked. Scientists were fascinated. Never before had something like this happened. It was like the human race had involved over night. All their children were being born with the new strain. Their bodies were able to produce the injections themselves - they did not need to go to the doctors. They were more independent. It was still all the benefits. They were able to consume when they wanted or set it up to do it automate. The system had worked fine with the current vision. Why would anyone want to change things. People did take sides. Some were further than others. There were arguments and fights over how to deal with the changes. But there is only a certain amount of more words that can be applied to the results. If something goes really bad then lets not worry about what happens. If you are going to say one tech is going to make a service outdated then you need information backing up specific reasons why. Be prepared for questions.

Down. Once there was a little boy who every day would go out and look for a little girl. They had lost one another. Attempts were made to unite but all attempts had been a fail.

Lets see how this new setup goes. Everything is clensed. It was a success They said. It is totally posible to just type without glasses on. It’s a bit like typing without seeing what i am typing. It doesnt matter what is written. This is going to turn into a novel at some point. Just not today. How many rough drafts will get written. zIt would be better to write more often so that when it comes to writing the novel in noveember, its not so hard. ok lets tyu ythis again. It’s onluy several more lines untill the green fills up all of the red. it is also better to look awauyy from the keyboard. im looking towards the screen butt it is Tired so tired. The smell of urine. Paants were stained yellow. it was gross but he had no reason to change them until the morning. All these things you hold inside. Lets ty this gaain. The first time it failed but they think the next time it will be better. Attempting to finished a novel in a month is totally posible. It;s just about puttinng the time in every fay. i wonder what conferences will be on this year in novembber. last year the kiwicon conference conflicedted with my writing. I will alwawys blame kiwicon for the reason i didnt finish the novel. everything was going fine will then. once the trip happened i was unable to get into the flow and it was a fail. Still managed to finish 32000 words. I have been given on feedback over the whole novel but i did take the first chapter into my writers group and got some good feedback. Will try this again. It’s hard to read with the current eyesight. Eeverything is slightly burly. If the glasses are taken off everything wiould be much clear. But it blurs due to poor eyesight. I wonder if i will get no email from the recent event. I go to these conferences but never get emails from people. Im quite bad about emeialing. A few in levin need to be sent emails. Was sent emails that mad me smile and i didn’t even reply if you want people to keep sending emails its important to. Oh I can’t stop.

e0k4 0f once in a awhile there was a little girl who fell in love. The boy didnt love her back, He was too young. He just wanted to go outsie and play. He wasnot interested in her. Lets tyy this again oh but its not the same as whenthey were going to change it come on come on lets just get this over and done with. I wonder how much worse the spelling is this time than it was before. at leaast i know where th words go. The ereader screen blasts light into his face. The light is also coming from a Rosebus. Citizen Kne was a film that the little boy had watched many times. It was certainly his favorite. The boy had seen it so much he was able to quote the wholefilm. Its not a book. Everything that it gets written down it needs to be sorted as aa film and not book. That is the most important rule. Lets see if the novel can be finished in under forty eight hourse With both the eyes and the ears gone it was hard to comunacate. The besy option was written coms. People would writet messages on paper and wave them around the place in order to get the atenation of the person that the message is intended for. Its getting to the point where tired is tarting to kick in. It’s been greaat to be reading and wriing again. It’s been a few months since i havebeen able to finish a book. Lets stop writing and put away the glasses. if the reading goes well the writing can begin again sometimes i woory that the text doesnt come out but it does we just need to get to the end of this line quciker. What parts of the previous two / three novels do i want to take and use them in the new nove. too far away from the city can be a large issue. Butt thankfully there are sultions to fixing the issue. Let’s see if this makes sense. He knew she wouldd be at the conference. The boy wasnt interested in the content of the conference. He would attend - make convosation with venfors m network with others there, watch a few speakers. butot over do it. Take it wasy. `
oh weell sy ltsdy there was snot s slot to sort after u do baws is a service that may be used im not even sure if that is the corrrect spelling if it is wrong then i am truely screwed but if it wis working fine then it doesnt even mater. i wish that this place didnt have a tv but its hard to change things like this when there is something wrong with the oh boy there was nothing going on till the man in the mushroom house. came out and started to yell. over and over he screamed. The people on the street didnt know what was going on.

one last time.

it was just quiet. silence

Yellow. Buzzing. The force lifted me up and pushed backwards. Thud on the floor. It seemed to be a life time. Someone had grabbed me under the arms. Dragged towards the exit. The buzzing sound began to calm. Replaced with cries and screaming. Hands on my waist. Someone else was helping lift me. A stream of flashing lights. Blue. Red. Skid to a stop. Medical units sourounded. I was lifted onto a stretcher and into the ambulence. Medical units sourounded me. A mask was placed onto my face. Darkness.

I awoke in a white room. Flowers and cards scatted around me. Beside a nurse sat. I was expecting my Mother. She should be the one sitting with me. I chocked out the words. ‘Where is my Mummy?’. The nurse was strartled. Drifting off into another world. ‘Oh thank god you are awake’ she smiled. She called for a Doctor. Several Doctors rushed towards me. They explained what happened and why my Mother was not there. The news caused me to drift off again into the darkness.

spikeinfosec-feb17

Spike InfoSec Feb17 - http://artctrl.me/write/posts/spikeinfosec-feb17.html

Contents © 2016 William Mckee - licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence.

“Who is Alfred Bunnings?” Janet Pears murmured. “I've seen nothing like this before”. Jones overheard and approached Janets desk. He squinted at Janets monitor. “What’s happening?” Jones enquired. Janet stood up and began to pace. “The networks breached. We need to find Alfred Bunnings”.

Laptop on lap. A minimal setup with desktop enviorment KDE and operating system Debian. Two browser windows. Terminal. Pithos. On the left - Jupyter Notebook. The right was split with documation. Terminal in the background. A tmux session was running. Split windows. The Jupyter Notebook Kernel. Running on port 80. Motion. To capture video from the camera. Pithos. A desktop client for Pandora Radio. Played The Streets. Stay Positive.

The sign read SPIKE INFOSEC. Alfred stretched his neck. Squinting he could see the peak. Manually pushed open the doors. Three security guards and a metal detector. “Stop there” a guard ordered. “Identification and reason for visit”. Alfred flashed his identification at the guard. “Job interview with Janet Pears”. The guard pressed a key. “Down the hall. Second right on the left”. Afred thanked the guards and continued down the white hallway. He reached the second right turn. The colour scheme changed. Colours filled the room. Characters and Landscapes. Naples yellow. For skin. Winsor Red. For hair. Colbolt blue. For background.

Alfred reached main foylor. Desks with computers scatted the area. One woman sat typing. The foylar was plainer than the hallway. Art was less frequent. “Hello there” Janet spoke from behind a monitor. “You must be Alfred. Take a seat”.

Today was Alfreds final day. He was finally moving on. As he approached the doors they opened automatically. The guards identical to the original. Underneath was just metal and wires though. They scanned his identifion and Alfred continued. The colour scheme was the same but the visuals redesigned. An annual event. Alfred was awarded with the task of redesigning during his third year. The design started with sketches in a notebook. Alfred reached the foyler.

“Todays special” Janet spoke from behind a monitor. “I was thinking about your interview”. Janet hadn't aged a day since Alfred had meet her. “Good morning Janet” Alfred spoke. “Time for a coffee?”. Janet stood up from her desk. She had been working on a logo and graphic. Spike InfoSec was the text. A character to the right. It’s tail weaved between the text.

dumpty

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Mr Dumpty. Head to toe in bandages. Forty Doctors. Lengthy diagnose. Solution agreed. Experimental. Low success. No choice. Never wake up.

Mrs Dumpty. Tears flowed. Tissues wiped. Rumours. Demanding answers. Sitting. Falling. Refused information.

Top secret. The Kings Secret Police controlled access. They guarded. Allowed The Forty Doctors. Signed a contract. Whisleblowers punished.

Local Police. First on scene. The Kings Secret Police removed them. Media were restricted. Several witnesses. Shipped off. An unknown location. Unable to contact.

“They won’t say what happened”, Mrs Dumpty sobbed. “Climbing and the fool fell. Needs keep feet on floor”, tears bursting.

No visitors at hospital over night. Options were motel or home. Her credit cards frozen. Forced to travel home. Husband in hospital. Must return.

Home to a broken door. A note explained that all value has been seized. Signed the Kings Secret Police. Will not be returned. Costs too significant.

The Kings Police gone. The covered window visible. Mrs Dumpty peaked in. Gone. A new patient. Not Husband. Tap. Span. Nurse.

“Can I help you?” Nurse spoke. Mrs Dumpty explained. Nurse order follow to reception. Press keys. Look up. “Your Husbands last name?” Nurse asked. “Dumpty”. “Humpty Dumpty”.

pasta

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Fedelini. A thin spaghetti. Translates to Little faithful ones. A white bowl. Brown sauce with breadcrumbs and green parsley. The long Pasta dish.

“I agree to put the salt in the water and allow it to boil before cooking the Pasta”.

Ribbon-cut Pasta. Rolled flat and then cut. Lasagna. The oldest of Pasta. Originated in Italy from the city of Naples. The first modern recipe created during the middle ages. Interleaving layers of Pasta with layers of sauce between. Hard boiled eggs were chopped into the sauce. Oven-baked.

“I will restrain myself from adding too much chilli in the dinner pot”.

Short-cut extruded pasta. Macaroni. Bent tubes. Translate from Greek as ‘food made from barley’. Cheese and bacon added. Popular in North America.

“I vow to do my best not to micromanage your cooking and let you be the rightful captain of your gully”.

The smallest sized Pasta dish was Alfabeto. Letters of the alphabet. Plain. Nothing added.

“I will assist, offer advice and endeavour not to make discouraging comments about your Pasta cooking techniques.”

Agnolotti. Small pieces of flattened pasta dough folded over beef meat.

“In exchange I ask to put aside your traditional English tastes”

A parrot landed and nibbled on the dish of Macaroni.

“Bring forward the noodle of love.”

May you be touched by his noodly appendage this holiday season!

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Khyati decided to just leave locked away in the room. She had had enough of being around him and wanted to get spend time with her own kind and someone that understood her more. Khyati took Pepper, Harris and the Speciman back to the hotel where they ate tinned fruit. Khyati was excited that there were others in the world similar to her. It was interesting for her to find out that Pepper had created others like Khyati after the govt program had shut down. It confused Khyati why the program was shutdown. Pepper told her that it was because the world considered Khyati to be dangerous. Khyati did not feel dangerous though. She didn’t want to harm anyone. Khyati leant about Mary and how she worked for the company. How Mary had been killed by Harris when John had left for the island.

Fall of Copy is a novel written by William Mckee as part of the National Novel Writing Month in November 2016. It was his third attempt at writing a novel for the event. The first year only 9,000 words were written. In 2015 William successfully wrote 53,000 words and ‘won’ the event. 2016 started off steady keeping ahead of the wordcount for the first 15 days. Then he went to a conference in Wellington and didn’t write for several days. Time went on and he felt blocked and sick of the novel. He felt he needed feedback in order to procide with it. After bening misrable he wrote some code instead. Behind on the wordcount it is unlikely that the novel will be finished for the event but see how it goes. A sudden burst of inspiration may happen.

Improvement on last year. No weird time or character things. Focus on a few but consistent characters. Tried for more realism but didn’t last when the idea of Specimans were introduced. Idea of mainland vs island. Company dominates the mainland and the island is abandand. Kill off few major characters. Work with and develop families more.

Khyati felt sick. She felt bad that she had left John locked in the room. She decided once Pepper was asleep to go back to the lab and let him out. When Khyati returned to the lab to let him out she noticed that he wasn’t in the room. He had been locked in there but he had gotten out somehow. Khyati had no idea how it happened. She was confussed and missed John. Had he left the island or was he hurt. She wanted to go to the mainland and search for him. The boat that Pepper had arrived on was still docked in the water. Khyati prepped it to go to the mainland. She always wanted to see the mainland. John had told her what it was like. Khyati had finished prepping the boat and was ready to take off. As she took off she looked back on the island and reflected on the time she had spent there. She was ready for something bigger. She had spent her whole life there being ordered around by others and now she had decided to be free. To escape. Khyati wasn’t sure what the mainland would bring her. She knew that it would be much different to the island. She was worried that people might not accept her because she was different to everyone else. She was a development of the Speciman program.

Pepper noticed that Khyati was missing when she woke up. Straight away Pepper went to the science lab. Pepper knew that would be the first place that Khyati would of gone. She likely would of changed her mind in leaving John. Pepper entered the lab and yelled through the door that she was going to enter. John might still be there - Khyati might of taken off by herself. There was no reply from John. Pepper entered the lab. There was no sign on Khyati or John. Pepper knew that Khyati must of came and escaped with John. She rushed towards the dock. A boat was missing. They would of gone to the mainland. Pepper paniced. Khyati going to the mainland would be extremely dangerous. Khyati or John didn’t know how bad it could be if she made it to the mainland. Pepper rushed back to the hotel to get Harris and the Speciman. She couldn’t return to the mainland without them. Once Pepper had collected Harris and the Speciman she rushed back to the dock and prepped the boat to take off. She moved quickly and swiftly. Once the boat was ready she took off, not looking back.

The infection from the Speciman had spread quickly amongst the people. It overpowered the Company and the Resistance took rise. John lead them to victory. Some of the people were imune to the infection but many were infected and the result was a hybrid human and speciman creature similar to what had happened to Harris. Some of the effects were worse on some - they lost control of themselves and the Speciman took full control. These were the ones that the Resistance had to hunt down and kill. Others it didn’t affect so much - the human was still able to maintain control. The Resistance spend a long time attempting to find Pepper. They sent troops to the island to find her and bring her to the island. There was no luck. They couldn’t find Pepper on the mainland or the island. The Resistance knew if they had Pepper she might be able to help with the hybrids that lost control of their bodies. The Resistance searched the hotel where Pepper had stayed after John had left the island. Empty fruit tins were everywhere. The ga

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John was growing worried. He was concerned that the door had been shut and locked from te outside. Khyati would’t answer when he banged on the door.

When John returned to the mainland everything had changed. No longer was the Company in control. There had been an uprising and the Resistance had taken control. They glorified John. Considered him a hero for activating Khyati. John tried to find out what had happened since he had gone. The media stations were completely different. Tehere was still 3 but they were controlled by the Resistance. Specimens similar to Khyati walked amongst everyone. John had to question whether he had done the right thing activating Khyati. He had made it off the island on the boat he had arrived in. Losing track of time but he knew it had been many years since he had left the mainland. He expected it to be different. A govt still hadn't’t been setup. There were no elections like there was before the attack on the govt. The Resistance had control now. John was offered a seat on the table of decision makers. They knew he had gone through allot and wanted to reward him. The Resistance had taken control of the Company Camps. The experiments that they had been doing to create Specimens were shutdown. Those that worked for the Company were arrested by the police

There was nothing that could be done for Harris. Any attempt to separate the Specimen from him would cause him to die. He had to live the rest of his life being controlled by to Specimen. Pepper stayed with him. Assisted him in getting through it. It was her development and she felt that she was the one that needed to oversee everything. Pepper had been working on giving Harris more control but attempts had failed and only made the Specimen want more control. It had started infecting his mind. Taking over his thoughts.

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Khayati had a dream of visiting the hotel. It was unlike it was now. People would be coming and going. Workers would be helping guests with their bags and assisting. People seemed happy. There was no Company. People just did what they wanted. They didn’t have the Company breathing down their neck giving them grief if they did something that the Company did not approve. The restronot where John and Khayata ate food was filled with people. They area was filled with people eating food. The waiters were taking peoples orders - and bringing them dishes of food. The food was beatiful, unlike anything that John had made. Rich meats and vegetables. Sauces. The deserts. Choclate and creams. The scene switched. John sat in front of Khayati. He poured a can of tinned fruit into a bowl. There was going to be no choclate and cream for them. Khayati asked John about leaving the island. She wanted to go to the mainland. Tried to vision what Company occupied area looked like. Khayati wondered if the Company would accept her. John had explained everything. The whole timeline that had lead him to finding her. She felt bad that so many people had died. She didn’t want people to die. That wasn’t her way. She wanted peace for the world. The Company confused her. She didn’t understand why they attacked the govt but thought the Resistance had attacked the Company in the same ways. Khayati wanted to talk to something that wasn’t John. To get a perspective on the Company that wasn’t John. She knew he was biased because he had always been on the other side.

The house that Pepper had broken into wasn’t as nice as the hotel that John had been staying in. Pepper checked the hotel one morning once John and Khayati had left to explore the area. She walked through the foyal. It was similar to the science lab she had visited. Everything had been left as it was - like the people that lived here needed to leave the building quickly. Pepper decided that it would be best for her to talk to Khayati on her own. She needed to come up with a plan to seperate John and Khayati. It wasn’t often that they were far apart. Pepper needed to distract John. The convosation would not take long with Khayati but it was important that John didn’t know they talked. Pepper felt she could trust Khayati to not talk to John about their trust. The more that Pepper watched Khayati the more she thought that Khayati didn’t fully trust John. She seemed annoyed that she was stuck on the island and John didn’t seem to want to leave. It was a dangerous task and it could risk everything. Pepper didn’t even know where her loyalaties stood anymore.

Patrick stood on the shore where John, Harris, Pepper, and the Speciman had left and traveled to the island. There was no way that he was going to travel but he was putting pressure on The Company to do something about these tratiors that had left the mainland. Every one of them had put the people in danger but leaving the island. There was no knowing what had happened to them being exposed to such danger. The Company had their best interest at heart. All Patrick wanted to do was talk to Harris. To find out in his words why his wife had been killed. And now Mary. All of them had been there when Mary was killed. He had lost his wife to these monsters and his daughter. Did they have no morals? He knew Mary was a good person. She worked for the Company to keep everybody safe. She didn’t want to hurt anybody. Unlike this Pepper who had developed Specimans similar to the Govt had in the past. The Company had stopped working on Specimans as it was too dangerous for mankind. The Govt had insisted and pushed the agenda forward. The Resistance was a spinoff of the Govt after the collabse. Everyone was confused over the time line. Dates were moved and timelines were mixed up. Patrick guessed that was why they were so confused. If the island was infected then the Company couldn’t had any of them returning to the mainland in danger of affecting the people in the mainland. Would they guess that something was terribly wrong with the island since there was nobody there. Even the Company didn’t have a presence there.

After the govt building was considered safe it was turned into a Company Camp. Many of the govt officals that were not killed during the attack were rounded up and shipped off the the Company Camp where they were experimented on with the technology that the Company had stolen from the Govt. The Speciman project. Originally developed by the govt the Company found out about the project and wanted it for themselves. They devised a plan to take out the govt and get the tech. To cover up the govt attack they blamed it on the Resistance. The few govt employaies that were left joined the Resistance.

Harris looked through the documents on the laws that had been passed by the judge and lawyers. The media was still talking about it. They never mentioned the Specimans and the islands. Khyati was never talked about on the media. The media was reporting still on the court events but nothing on the island. The Company wanted to keep it blacked out. It was important for the Company to protect the people from the island.

The scientists left Khyati. Together they decided it was too dangerous to take her to the main island. They were all rushed off the island quickly. The sirens blasted warning of people to leave. The scientists were told that the govt had came under attack and that the Company were requesting all personal to leave the island and head towards the mainland - reporting to the Company. They gave a message to leave everything behind - to deactive Khyati and all other Specimans. Some of the scientists were upset about leaving the island. It had been their lifes work and they didn't trust the Company. They had worked for the Govt and enjoyed the work. The Company blamed the Resistance on the attacks but not all the scientists believed them.

Pepper finally came up with a plan to seprate John and Khyati. One day when the two was entering the science lab danger room. Pepper was able to set the door to close after John had walked through the door - locking it for a short time. This locked Khyati out the door and gave Pepper a chance to talk to Khyati. Pepper had both the Speciman and Harris with her in order to show Khyati the creations that Pepper had created. The plan worked fine. Khyati was locked out and John was inside. There was no way that John would be able to get out until Pepper actived the door again. On the otherside of the door John banged the door and pressed the buttons. It would not open for him. On the outside of the door Pepper was able to approach Khyati with her followed Speciman and Harris. She explained quickly why she was on the island and the danger that Khyati was assested as. Khyati was able to meet Speciman and Harris - the later developments of herself. This was something that Khayti didn’t relized had happened. She thought that she was the only one. Having others like her changed things. It meant that she wanted to learn more about them, to spend time with them. John continued to bang on the door. Pepper gave Khyati the choice. She could open up the door and John would come out. Pepper and the others could leave first. John wouldn’t know about them. Another option was to let John out and see how he would interact with Pepper and everyone standing outside. There was enough of them to overpower him but then he would know everything. The final and most brutal option was to leave John. Everyone could go back to the hotel and just leave John locked in the room. Going back to the mainland could also be done but it’s unknown how the Company would react to the Specimans being brought back to the mainland after being on the island. Everyone stood around Khayti waiting for an answer. It was a hard decision for Khayti to come up with. She felt loyality to John since he had been the one that had actived her. But he felt that he was using her for something. He was looking for something. Khayti thought that it might be the Speciman that he was looking for. She found out that John had lost contact with the Speciman when he activated Khayti. One thing about leaving John in the room is it would be the end of the Resistance. He was the ring leader. There would be nothing standing in the way of the Company. Except for Pepper. Her loyalities had changed. After everything she learnt she no longer trusted the Company so much. She felt they had manapilited her into a way of thinking. She didn’t want to be on their side during their downfall. She had already done so much hard in the name of the Company. Pepper pestered Kahyti for an answer but no reply was given. Kahyti went over all the options in her head. Forcing Pepper and other others to leave now - she might never see them again. John would then come out of the room. He wouldn’t know that Pepper was here. John and Kahyti would continue searching to island. It would be somewhat pointless. Kahyti would have no idea how John would react to just letting him out of the room and letting him see Pepper and the others. He could be angry, or he might not care. Leaving John was the final answer. John would be able to only survive for several days in the room. Then he would die. Kahyti could go with Pepper and the others. They could stay on the island and be happy together or they could leave the island and head back to the mainland where they may clash with the Company. Kahyti had made up her mind.

The door shut suddenly behind John as he walked into the lab. It had trapped Khyati on the outside. He banged on the door trying to get Khayti to open it from the otherside. It seemed the door was jammed and John was unable to open it from the inside. Khyati might not be able to open it from the outside either. John was quite frightened to be locked in the room. He needed to find a way to unjam the door or another exit. He continued to look around the room for any clues on how to get out. There was nothing. The room was a forturse. No windows. No exit doors. Where he had found Kahyti were other prototypes. These were the ones that had failed. John wasn't able to active them.