**sings lullaby**
oops... sorry... goodnight.... sweet dreams
Posted on 08/02/2013 8:30:34 PM PDT by Hostage
I know this sounds hysterical to post about a seemingly tin foil conspiracy development but I am prepared to risk some credibility and get it out there so that we can say we weren't completely surprised.
First, 120 embassies have been shut down. The rationale is presumably because AQ is planning an attack. Fine, go with that but that's not the real reason I am hearing from credible sources.
I'll say in my own defense that I was told by another source last October, a substantial source who nevertheless did not have 100% of my trust, that Israel would attack Iran and that WW III would start as a result. I argued with that source and refused to relay it further. So when I hear of major predictions, I'm not quick to buy into them.
But this source is very credible to me. Still things can happen where it doesn't come to pass, and if it doesn't, that's Ok by me. I think it's worth putting it out there.
Let me also say that I don't have all the pieces of the puzzle but possess a good sense of the general activity.
Without any more pre-qualification I'll just get right to it.
THERE IS GOING TO BE AN INTERNATIONAL CURRENCY RESET TONIGHT OR IN THE VERY NEAR FUTURE.
Here are the pieces of the puzzle I am aware of in item format:
*Global Financial Settlement - International Banking Reforms *Global Currency Reset - each country currency to be based on formulation of asset/liability mix *Basel III Protocol *Babylon II Software *Chinese Historical Debt *Private Placement Platforms *39 Countries will go bankrupt in days if no sign off
Excellent!
A wider scope of literary material to draw from is always a good thing!
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**sings lullaby**
oops... sorry... goodnight.... sweet dreams
Did y’all know that our NnB is an ingenious creator of sci-fi tales? The UT has sooooo many things to offer! There are other authors who write captivating tales, too!
I would be too if I ever finished anything. :)
“We’re gonna need another Osprey”!
Your writings are very interesting even if you don’t finish them. I can finish them in my mind’s eye and use the finish as an alternative conclusion. Power to the imaginative authors!
"I would be too if I ever finished anything."
I've discovered that one way to end a story is just to end it.
What a concept!
How's that for an ending?I will continue maintaining this record,
as it helps me keep my mind focused on things,
and how they have changed.
What an ignorant lout I was!
How amusing and clumsy my appearance must have seemed. And what curious dreams I must have had at one time,
that Mankind would venture slowly out into his neighborhood in space,
wrapped within the cocooning,
protective walls of his Uranium-fueled rocket ships!
Oh, how naïve! Instead, my delicate truth was of a quiet, dreamlike journey;
a fantasy that a child might dream,
and never dare to give flight or life. I would stand naked on the bare decks and comforting
electronic hums of my soaring domicile,
hand-in-hand with an adventuress to match and exceed my wildest imaginings. I can only hope I never awaken from the dream.
That just gave me a great idea for a post at a writing forum I just joined. lolz
I imagined a writing contest like “The First Line” but its more like the “First Page” and the entrants have to write the rest of the chapter.
Me, write?
No, never touched the stuff.
Honest!
*rabbit like ears twitch nervously*
doesn’t really fit the story but it was good
That Night
by me
The phone rang on the night stand. The older man asleep there stirred a bit and finally picks up the phone. It says its 11:49 PM. He mutters something under his breath as he sees who is calling him.
“Frank it’s 11:49 at night. Why are you calling me?”
“George, get your gun and get in your truck and get down here”
“I was asleep Frank, some of us sane people do that”
“Just get down here”
Frank had hung up. George rolled into a sitting position and sighed heavily before he started putting his boots on.
....
An old truck rambled over a bumpy dirt road in the dark, trees closing in on both sides. It came to a house with another ancient rusty truck sitting in front of it.
George left his shotgun on the seat as he got out and walked up to the front step. Just as he got there the door swung open quickly and a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him in. Then the door shut and was locked again.
“What’s going on Frank? What is so important that you woke me up in the middle of the night?”
But Frank was in his face “Promise me you won’t tell nobody”
“Promise I won’t tell anyone what?” George asked “Have you been drinking again?”
“I wish. That would make it so much easier”
“Make what easier?”
“Do you promise?” Frank said, in his face again.
“All right, yes, I promise” George was thinking about leaving.
“I caught one” Frank said, almost in a whisper.
“You caught one? You caught one what?”
Frank looked down and then licked his lips. “I caught an alien”
“Are you out of your mind? You woke me up and got me down here to play alien games, Frank? Some of us need sleep, you know?”
Frank was just standing there silently. George found that eerie.
“He’s in the kitchen”
George looked at the empty door frame to the kitchen. “Let me see”
George swept past Frank and stood in the doorway.
“At least I think it’s a he” Frank said.
There in the middle of the kitchen was a dining chair. Something was tied down really good. Frank had learned his knots in the Navy. There was no give in the ropes no matter how much the thing in the chair struggled. It was facing away from where George was standing.
George backed up and sat on the fraying couch. Rubbing his face and thinning hair.
“George, what do you think?”
Truthfully George didn’t hear the question. Or rather he heard it but didn’t register it.
“I think it’s hungry” Frank said “I don’t know what they eat”
“They?” George asked, suddenly scared “You think there are more of them out there?”
“I think so. I think they’re watching and waiting for a chance to rescue him” Frank said “But I’m guarding him.”
“What are you going to do with him?” George asked
“He’s my prisoner. An illegal alien that I will turn in tomorrow to the authorities” Frank said, sounding proud of himself.
“That” He said pointing at the kitchen “That guy, flew across the galaxy to visit this planet and gets taken prisoner by a crazy old man. Don’t you think they have would have tools and weapons we can’t even dream about?”
Frank looked disappointed.
“What?” George asked, dreading the answer.
“I was a bit rough with it, I mean him. I think he’s mad. If we let him go, he might kill me.”
“So let’s create an interstellar incident instead?”
“I’m scared George”
“There is no way he’s alone. You’re probably right that they’re watching this house. They are not going to let you bring this guy to the sheriff’s office in the morning. It’s just not going to happen, Frank. I think we both know that”
“So what am I supposed to do George?”
George did not have answer. He hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.
Our latest story writing A.I. is the “Angry Drunken Robot” who hates all humanity with a burning passion inside his silicon hangover!
Frank seems a bit more hostile to aliens than I am.
Kind of an understandable reaction though, when you think about it
Want an alien pet?
I wrote a story about that too.
http://libertyfic.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=scifi&action=display&thread=215
Heinlein wrote that story; "The Star Beast".
It was written from the boy's point of view, and expressed the Star Beast's point of view too.
Heinlein. (Sigh!)
Well, thanks that reaction didn’t depress me at all.
:p
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