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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Space Conflict, Fallen Angel

            I was discussing strategy with several others and pointed out that a single flight of small robot craft with heavy ordinance would take out any sized vessel with relative ease. Presuming only armor exists and no force field technologies. ECM and interception technology rules the day. I created a simulation to show them why it worked that way. After playing a few games with several different arrangements, the group decided that the unarmed fighter was king of the space war arms race and created the need for intense counter batteries and powerful sensor arrays. There were several cool game moments that were rendered in full anime space battle style. I wish I could really program like that.

 

            I had a scarlet and gold hotrod, well; the body looked like a hotrod. The insides were a hybrid; in fact it may have been Little Red with a new body and interior. I stopped at a school with a bunch of portable classrooms that were all covered with green stucco. The walkways between the buildings were like a maze. The room number I'd been sent to didn't exist. I tried to find it for awhile but got completely lost. Finally I found a class rushing out to recess and waited for the teacher. She confirmed that there was no room with that number. I tried calling my office, but no one answered. I got out to the parking lot and the place was very crowded with parents waiting to pick up their kids.

            Someone had double parked behind me, so my passenger, N but not N, helped me pick up the hotrod and turn it 90 degrees so I could drive out into the fire lane. Fortunately the planter was empty, the landscaping having not been put in yet. We bumped out into the lane where I had to stop for a Mom who was bent over facing away from us. I noticed that she was quite good looking, and the short skirt with no underwear look was a good one for her. N got out and escorted her back to the car where they crowded in. I like the bench seat modification, except the middle passenger has to deal with the transmission stick shift. There was a delightful tangle of legs on the other side of the stick, I found it very distracting.

            Somehow we got to the professor’s (?) with our passenger, and there were smoochies all around. I went ahead into the laboratory to let the professor know that we'd caught an angel. Said angel started to struggle to get out of N's hug at that time. I knew we were going to have a tough time convincing her that we meant no harm, and would watch the professor carefully to make sure she was safe. The angel transformed, towering and white with full 50 foot wing span, which is apparently what we were waiting for, I managed to hold on to one wing while the professor arrived from the back room with a scanner of some sort. N but not N was hugging her around the waist trying to calm her down.

            The scanning was over and we moved her back to the car. "See, nothing to it, no harm done."

            "We'll make it worth your while" added N but not N. There were more smoochies.

            The angel transformed back into the woman we'd picked up form the road. "That's different, then."

            As I drove away I found myself hoping that nothing bad was going to come of this because I really had no idea what the scans were going to be used for.

 

Ad astra per technica,

FF

 

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