Monday, 23 September 2013
One Kind Word From the Lady in the Orange Hat
In the bitter, biting cold of a southern winter many years ago, I was born - a squalling brown baby girl, eyes wide open and gazing towards my future.
I grew in great measured bounds, from bouncing baby to a brown-eyed little girl. I was curious, and was consumed by a thirst to know-why did the rabbits nibble in our family garden? How was I able to walk straight and tall, but my Papa inched forward only by leaning heavily on his cherry-wood cane? And why did I fear so greatly the strange woman who harrumphed past our gate early every morning, muttering to herself constantly? She was like an apparition in living color, a ghost topped off in the color of the sunset--I was astounded by the Lady in the Orange Hat.
Whenever she passed, our mutt, Blackey, would set up a noisy racket inside his pen, roused to alarm at the sight of the old woman ambling along. She was bent and twisted; her feet seemed barely able to pull the rest of her worn body forward... each step was a labor for her. She usually wore a faded housedress, scuffed black boots my Grams called "old-timey," and her signature bright orange hat, crowned with a plume of tan and white goose feathers. The hat seemed as much a part of her head as her ears or (never visible) hair. I was both frightened of her, and drawn to peer at her through our front picture window as she paced by.
One particular summer, Papa and Grams decided I was old enough (and brave enough, I reckoned) to walk to the store by myself, about a country mile up the road from the house. Delighted at first by my new freedom, I skipped along the dusty road at least once every day, waving to every car and person I met. Soon enough, Grams began to send me out with a shopping list, and my trips to the store, bedazzlement faded, took on the same every-day dullness as any other chore.
On a Tuesday morning, with sweat gathering in the soft flesh between my thin collarbones and behind my ears, I set off to the market, armed with a shopping list and a head full of girlish musings to keep me company. Singing and swinging along, I didn't notice the Lady in the Orange Hat until we were almost face-to-face. I stopped abruptly, and lowered my head. What to do now? I thought to myself. She shuffled towards me, then stopped and pushed the brim of her hat back to reveal a wrinkled but not unkind face, the color of water-stained parchment. "You David & Ella's grandgirl, aintcha?" she crackled, and reached out to me. I instinctively recoiled, and stilled my heart, which was beating a staccato African drum solo... ba-bump, bump-bump, ba-bump. "Yes ma'am," I mumbled, head still angled to the earth.
The old woman chuckled, and then inhaled deeply. "You be careful out 'chere by yo'self," she said, and I glanced up quickly to see her lift the tangerine hat off her head. A tumble of wavy, tea-colored hair suddenly flowed past her stooped shoulders and rested in the middle of her bent back. Where did all that hair come from? I thought in wonder.
She fanned her head with the hat, and the feathers trembled and swayed in the hot air. The cascading curls rippled in the wake of her fanning, and as she reached up to scratch her scalp, tiny curls twisted around her leathery fingers; each curl an old friend, rushing to embrace a welcomed companion. Again, she extended her hand in my direction, and this time, though I flinched, I did not draw away. Her fingers were dry and warm, and she placed the tips of them under my small chin. "Keep yo' head up, chile," she said. "Never look down on yourself... make people know yo' pride in yo' walk." Without another word, she replaced her hat, tipped it to a peculiar angle, and concealed the secret chestnut locks once more. The Lady in the Orange Hat smiled, and walked on down the road.
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Secrets - A Love Story (Part 1)
Seema was easily the most beautiful girl in our college. Whenever I'd see her, I'd feel a trifle jealous that God seemed to have given so much time to her creation and seemed to have rushed through when it came to me. A gripe I hold even to this day. Well anyways, this story is about Seema and not about me. So let's talk about her.
Seema was a very popular girl in our college and the reason was not just her good looks. There was something attractive about her. Something that catches your eye and never lets the face be drowned in the ordinariness of the world around it. That was the feeling Seema inspired in people around her.
As for me, I did not know Seema that well. The only thing common between us was that we were both into sports - both of us happened to very good athletes. We were the only girls from our college who represented the University's athletic team. I had always been a good athlete but I was stunned when Seema proved to be good too.
Looking at her outwardly appearance one could never imagine that she could run so fast or throw the shot put so far. I had almost collapsed out of shock when my strong legs could not compete with her slender ones. Nor could my wellbuilt physique overtake the shot put throw from her delicate frame. God, seemed to have had all the time in his hands for Seema - looks, talent and athleticism.
To add to my misery was the fact that Seema came from a very affluent family. She was the youngest and every bit of attention and money was lavished on her. She had her own car while I had to do with a run-down moped which would give up on me once every few days. It was one such day when it had rained the entire day. I made my way to the 2-wheeler garage(which leaked big time!) with trepidation. I was sure my moped would not start and it did not prove me wrong much as I'd have liked it to. So there I was, standing in the drizzle, after having kicked my moped(sometimes literally!) innumerable times.
I was miserable. Not a soul seemed to want to help me out of my predicament which was as well since I'd have died with sheer embarrassment. After standing like a lost soul knowing not what to do(and regaining my breath), I decided to walk to the bus stop. The rain Gods also seemed to be against me as the drizzle gained speed and it was raining hard in no time. I was stranded mid way to the bus stop.
I wasn't feeling very pleasant towards the whole world when a car came to a halt next to me. In sat Seema offering me a ride home and I almost dived into the back seat of her car. I thanked her profusely and offered her some coffee once we reached home which she graciously accepted. No wonder people around her loved her. She was a wonderful girl, I had to concede, albeit reluctantly. She left after I introduced her to my family.
My younger brother, who was almost 4 years our junior fell for her hard. Every single day he'd ask me, 'When is your Fairy Friend going to visit again?' with his tongue hanging out of his mouth! All this when his nickname for me loosely translated meant a big fat cow!
College came to an end. I was still busy trying to find something to do, so that I would not be pestered by all and sundry about what I was doing? It is like you have to get out of college and either pursue higher studies abroad or land a job immediately or worse still get married! Otherwise every single person who has the remotest contact with you makes it their personal agenda to keep on asking about what your plans are for the future.
How could I tell them that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do? I am sure a lot of people would have had heart attacks including my parents if I had let known the fact that I was clueless about not just my future but almost everything else.
It was during those confusing and idle times that Seema paid another visit home. My brother who I thought had recovered from the crush sat with his mouth open, tongue hanging out, staring at her while we talked. She had come to invite me to her wedding. I was surprised that she was getting married so early. Didn't I hear that she had secured admission in a highly rated university in the US of A? So what was this? But I did not let my doubts show, lest they be translated into jealousy, even as my brother was controlling tears of grief that seemed to be forming in his eyes. I congratulated her and assured her that I'd be there. She seemed really happy and I was once again invaded by the familiar feeling of being insignificant. There she was, her life laid out neatly in front of her.
I opened the card, the boy's name seemed familiar to me. Wasn't that our senior from college? The one every girl worth her salt had a crush on, including yours truly! I never knew that they were a pair. I imagined them together and yes, they would from a strikingly handsome pair no doubt. A sigh escaped my lips as I put the card back in its place.
I did go the wedding. It was a grand affair as expected. There were so many people there, that I got lost in the melee. I so wanted to congratulate Seema personally but fate did not give me that chance. I had to make do with seeing her from far. She looked breathtaking dressed in traditional bridal finery. Her mother was on one side beaming at everyone and her best friend stood next to her. Seema was the cynosure of every eye as she made her way to the stage. What attracted me more was the look of absolute happiness that permeated her being. I congratulated her in my mind, left the gift I could not afford to buy amongst the host of gifts and quietly left. Soon I forgot about her as she flew far out of my life.
After a while my life seemed to finally gain some momentum. No, it was nothing as fairy-tale like as Seema's life had been but according to my standards it was pretty significant. The company I worked for decided that I was good enough to be sent to their operations branch abroad and I thanked my lucky stars as I boarded a plane. Finally I was getting away from it all. No more questions about where my life was heading. But something else. Trust people to find something to continuously trouble you with. If it is not one thing, then it is something other. The questions now switched from - 'so what are your future plans?' to the famous 'so when are you getting married?' Was I glad I was getting away from it all!
The Boat Across
That night there was a tremendous wind. We fell asleep to the sound of rain lashing against the shutters. I heard a haunting sound coming from the ocean auditorium, it sounded like a child's sobbing-moan. A shadowy thing was lurking beneath the waves, not exactly 'blue planet', where was David Attenborough when you needed him? Those soothing tones would have come in handy.
The shadowy thing broke the surface and I screamed in abject terror. For the second time that night, Jo shook me out of my slumber. 'Al! Al! Wake up!' 'What's up? Was I snoring again?' She switched on the dodgy bedside lamp. The bulb flicked to life, somewhat reluctantly. Jo's face was full of concern. 'You were making these terrible gurgling sounds, sounded like you were drowning.' 'I think I was.' 'So what were you dreaming about?' I mentioned about the thing lurking. 'And?' 'At first I thought it was a whale, you know, the mating call?' Jo nodded. She was into the discovery channel as much as me. 'Then I realised it was an arm, just sitting there, staring. 'Arms don't stare.' 'Don't be so anal, you know what I mean.' 'Go on.' 'It looked like it had been hacked off some poor person with an axe. And the fingernails were all bloody and torn. Horrible.' Jo opened her bedside drawer. 'Magic pill time.' So far, I hadn't needed my pill. The beautiful surroundings and the fresh sea air had done the job, but the nightmares were back. I tossed down the tablet with some left over wine in a glass next to my bed. 'Listen Ali,' Jo said, 'About this party tomorrow.' 'What about it?' 'I don't feel comfortable going.'
I knew exactly what she meant. 'Why not?' ' I don't know, I just don't get a good feeling... ' I reached under the pillow. My phone said 3am, Jesus h, not the ideal time for a debate. 'Look, I know my dream sounded ominous but... ' ' Sounded what?' 'Never mind. Listen Jo, I'm pooped, can we decide this in the morning?' 'It is morning.' 'I know.' 'I'm worried about you Ali,' Jo said. 'Why?' 'These dreams... ' 'Nahhh... just my period coming... you know what I'm like once a month. Total psychopath.' 'Okay.'
Jo switched off the lamp again. Ironically, she fell back asleep almost immediately,sans pill whereas I tossed and turned for another hour, unable to recapture my dreams, not that I wanted to because that last dream was toxic; still I hated being awake in the'darkest hour just before dawn.'
Finally, the pill kicked in and I dozed off for the third time.
Murder mystery set in Amalfi.. true story
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Friday, 20 September 2013
How to Create a Super Power for Your Super Hero
So you want to create a Super Hero/Villain do you but you don't know to go about it? Well, hopefully, I can help you with that.
It can be difficult trying to come up with a new Super Power for a Super hero or Villain because there are so many out there already. You can always have a Super Hero with Super Strength, nothing wrong with that, but it is a bit overdone.
These next few steps should help you think of a relatively new/unique Super Power, or at least a new take on an already existing one. Let's face it, we are all inspired by by the things we see and if you like certain comic book characters it is only natural you would like to use their Super Power for your own things. Sadly though we can't all create a character with pop-out claws, no... that's Wolverine's thing, we can't all shoot webbing from our wrists... that's Spidey's thing. We can't even create a bat related character because Batman's gone ahead and taken that one.
So what does that leave us? Goat-man? Terrapin Boy? Space Snail?
Not all is lost and with a bit of imagination you can get some pretty cool powers.
The things you need to consider when thinking of a Super Power are:
- Do they really have a power/ability or are they like normal humans (like Batman)?
- What type of power is it? Is it elemental (earth, wind, fire, water), physical (super strength, speed, agility),super natural (teleportation, long-life, fast healing), magical (curses, hexes,charms,spells,incantations)?
- How do they use their power? Is it controlled mentally? Does it manifest automatically? Does it work by touching someone? Looking at someone? Is it shot from the hands, eyes, chest or other other body part? Or is it summoned through a strange artefact?
- Does it have a colour? Some powers defy normal colour codes i.e. blue or purple flames.
- Does anything happen to them when their power is used? Human torch sets on fire, Storm's eyes turn white, Bruce Banner turns into the Hulk and so on.
Those are the main points to consider when thinking of powers. Now let's look at some of them more in-depth.
Look at the first point, 'is it really a power?' not all Super Heroes have abilities beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human like the example above, Batman. Other heroes without powers are the Punisher, Daredevil (technically, because he only has the power to see using echo location like bats and some people who have trained to hear how sounds echoes off of walls), Elektra (just a trained assassin) and Iron man (man in a robot suit).
Point two 'type of super power', as mentioned some powers are the control of elements, such as fire, others are more physical, like super strength. What I mean by the type of power is simply 'Is it the control of something or is it a physical attribute?'. You could quite easily have a character who combines two of these things and has flaming punches but that's it. They cannot control flames nor are they super strong.
The next point relates to the previous one. Heroes/Villains need some way to use their power for most it is an inborn ability and so they can use it whenever they want to again using super strength as an example. For some they have no control over their power (Cyclops for example who cannot control his optic beam or Darwin whose body adapts quickly to ensure survival in different situations) others require certain conditions to be able to use their power. Nightcrawler must be able to see where he is going to be able to use his power and Rogue must touch a person's skin to use her mutant power.
Colour you might think is a strange one but if your character has already gone beyond human abilities why not go further. Flames do not always have to red/orange they could be blue, purple, green or black. A good colour choice sets the power apart from reality and makes it more comic book like.
The last point is a small detail that can add to character. If something happens to them every time they use their power it makes them a bit more interesting. Storm's eyes always turn white which adds to her Super Hero look when in costume and fighting people. Bruce Banner turns into the Hulk, this is a radical transformation and Bruce doesn't have any control over the Hulk's actions. Human Torch sets on fire which really makes him stand out. It would be hard to miss a giant blaze of fire soaring past in the sky.
As you can see there are several factors to consider when thinking of a power. It is important to remember that you can use the same ideas as other people regrading powers like Super Strengh but you need to put your own twist on it to make it stand out from the others.
You can see some of my own ideas here at Chris' Comic Book Creations. Some are quite interesting and I believe unique ideas others may not be as unique but my own twists and stories behind them make them different.
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
The Future of the IRS Video Life-Log Identification Mandate
The other day, I was thinking about how difficult it will be in the future for us to know if someone who friends us online, at a social network is a real person or not. Further, how can the IRS know if a real person is filling out the form and it isn't someone trying to launder money under a false identity? Now then, the IRS allows for created persons or corporations, so there are many ways to already spoof the system.
It has also been noted that most all the forms that citizens fill out with our government have errors in them with regard to identity, perhaps the ratio is less with the IRS because folks are afraid to give false information. Nevertheless, as the government shares more and more information with itself, and the IRS, consider the ObamaCare healthcare mandate and how the IRS is taking the lead role in verification of enrollment, and you can see the problem here.
Indeed, I was considering all this the other day as I was headed off to bed and wondering what the government could do with all this bad data they've been collecting. I considered the concept of Vannevar Bush and life-log. If someone had a long-standing relationship with a social network from the time they were very young, chances are you could trust that it was an actual person. If not, you have to create some sort of a life-log for them.
After all, you are going to have to prove you are a real person at some point during your life experience, or you won't be permitted to participate in the modern amenities provided by the socialist utopia - Welcome to 1984, I mean 2024. If others had information about the individual, perhaps old videos posted, and many friends that they actually knew, then the "system" or "Prism" or some AI (artificial intelligent) algorithm could immediately identify them as a "real person" and not a spoof in the data.
Those that had not participated or had no data to look through, would be, anomalies in the overall data, and would either not be real people, or they would be false positives. If the IRS contacted a false positive, that individual would have to prove that they actually exist. If they couldn't prove that they actually exist, or didn't have any way to back anything up, then their account would be flagged. This might cause the government to not issue Social Security benefits, food stamps, allow them to license their vehicles, get a cell phone, or use any of the other services of government.
The next generation will be big data controlling organic humans. Let's just hope they don't control is to the point of extinction. No, I am not a conspiracy theorist, remember this was just contemplation and thought while falling asleep and going from lucid dreaming to REM.
Nevertheless, although the dream turned out fine in the end, it was rather scary during the interim process for all of our citizenry. Yes, this is how we make science fiction movies and screenplays. But just because it is a fictional thought, doesn't mean it will stay a fictional plot. Please consider all this and think on it.
Lance Winslow has launched a new provocative series of eBooks on Future Science Fiction Concepts. Lance Winslow is a retired Founder of a Nationwide Franchise Chain, and now runs the Online Think Tank; http://www.worldthinktank.net
Conspiracy Theory at the Salton Sea - A Short Fictional Story of Intrigue, Corruption and Deception
In 2019 there was a secret meeting between several socialist elites who'd been plotting for decades to take over the US. They'd had success getting folks elected or appointed to the highest offices and agencies in our government. They now control the top Ivy League law schools, and they run a good many of the largest US corporations. Basically they run the game. The meeting was secret because this time they were planning their final strategies.
They sat in the dimly lit room going over the final details. They were going to create a mega-disaster, blame it on Mother Nature, declare Marshall Law, suspend the constitution and forgo the upcoming Presidential Elections. No one knew of the plot, but someone had figured it out, a blogger, and they tried to label him as a conspiracy nut, but he'd gained too much popularity.
Worse, the plan had already been put into place. The Salton Sea had been denoted an "Alternative Energy Zone," and Geothermal companies had been pumping the sea water into deep emptied reservoirs and onto molten rock to break it up in a fracturing type method. Soon the San Andreas Fault would come alive, a 9.0 Earthquake was expected which would cause chaos, and an unheard of disaster. Unfortunately for them the blogger had written:
"I hereby charge those involved with this with a long-term conspiracy to create a situation whereby a giant earthquake will occur, and thus, use that disaster to control, forcing in government into greater power. We have little if any transparency with regards to these things here, we have questionable recently elected politicians who've been fast-tracked to higher office by the socialist-elite, and we can't put anything past them. Yes, there is thermal energy available, but only if the methods used are closed loop, if not, we could cause earthquakes, big ones, pay attention to this, you have been forewarned."
Little did anyone else know but the same socialist team had set up a bioterrorist attack in Washington DC using an imported virus from the Middle East, which would be put into processed food, and some water supplies. Also simultaneously, the conspirators set up a collapse of NYC's underground water supply system. All this would occur for the October Surprise. The FBI was running blind, and the NSA's special system to track communication had been shut down, and there were not enough details to bring up the conspirators up on charges, worse, all the enforcement agencies had also been compromised.
How does this story end?
Lance Winslow has launched a new provocative series of eBooks on Future Science Fiction. Lance Winslow is a retired Founder of a Nationwide Franchise Chain, and now runs the Online Think Tank; http://www.worldthinktank.net
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Keystone UAV Surveillance Drone Hacked Foreign Military and Crashed Into Pipeline - Fiction
The year is 2016 and the Keystone Pipeline has just been completed, America is still embattled in the Middle East and caught between several civil wars and a mess between Muslim sects. Although the US tried not to take sides, man-made redlines were drawn, redrawn and those lines are now drawn with blood. Not only has the US now taken sides, with what is expected to be the winning side, but Russia, China, and others have taken the other side, and the EU is trying to disengage anywhere that isn't in its direct strategic economic and energy interests.
Since, most of these battles and conflicts do involve energy, the US cannot remain neutral, and it appears George Bush Jr. was right when he told the American People that this addiction to foreign oil is bad news. He was right then and today, in the digital news, even more so. It's hard to say exactly how it happened, and if it is known, no one is saying, but there are some wild accusations and conspiracy theories from;
1. The Russians did it
2. The Eco-Terrorists did it
3. Chinese Hackers did it
4. Middle Eastern Terrorist groups did it
2. The Eco-Terrorists did it
3. Chinese Hackers did it
4. Middle Eastern Terrorist groups did it
No matter who did it, one of the United States' in-country pipeline and energy security drones under contract to the Department of Homeland Security and working on a DOE (Department of Energy) mandate was hijacked by hackers and flown into the Keystone pipeline. It was crashed at a juncture above a underground flowing water reservoir. Now the water is contaminated, which will affect crops, livestock and drinking water for 4 states.
Apparently, whoever "did it" they seem to know a thing or two about geology, water resources, oil, pipelines, drones, and software. Worse, they must have known operational intelligence, such as UAV (unmanned aerial vehicle) flight schedules, drone types, and weak areas of the system. Scary thought indeed. The pipeline was shut off quickly, due to special pressure sensors, so the amount oil escaping minimized, but still significant. The US has enemies globally, and there those who stand to gain from such an attack could fill a pocket sized thesaurus.
They used our surveillance craft against us, they took control of our robotic aircraft, but how? It turns out that this is not the first time, in fact, there have been several other incidents, and now all that information has been leaked to the public by a former DHS specialist who just signed a book deal, and it's all over CNN tonight. Too bad, this isn't back before everything changed in October of 2013.
Lance Winslow has launched a new provocative series of eBooks on Future Concepts. Lance Winslow is a retired Founder of a Nationwide Franchise Chain, and now runs the Online Think Tank; http://www.worldthinktank.net
Monday, 16 September 2013
All Of A Sudden Every Baby Looked Chinese And Had Higher IQs, But Why - Fictionall Story
The year was 2021, and something very strange was happening in the United States, every single child born looked as if they were Chinese. No one could figure what was going on, scientists were stumped, and parents were bewildered, although they loved their children just the same. What could possibly be happening? Interestingly enough, the science of DNA, mapping all the proteins, and all of the switches, along with supercomputers helping biotech scientists discover how the enzymes went about flipping those switches had made incredible strides. Could all this be related?
It turns out it was. But that was only the half of it. It turns out that the Chinese decided that now that they have the largest economy, they thought that they should be running the world, rather than the United States. Since they were making most of the products, including most of the food products, they carefully inserted nano-bots and slivers of DNA to affect the germ line of pregnant mothers. Vitamin supplement companies that were created for pregnant mothers to help with the development of their fetus had been spiked with these biotech wonders from the Chinese.
By 2019, most all of the vitamin supplements around the world were produced in China. It didn't take long for the Chinese to figure out that they could easily ensure that their gene set survived over all others. Even though the Hispanics in the United States, and the middle Easterners who had settled in the former European Union had out produced all others, the plan of the Chinese would quickly overtake them all. As bad as all this sounds, there were some added benefits.
The Chinese gene sets came with them superior intellectual abilities. Suddenly, every baby born in the United States, or almost every baby had higher IQs. The Chinese hadn't considered that, nor had they considered the backlash from the international community, or the backlash from their own people over what they had done. Soon there were protests, riots, and a near overthrown the Communist Party in China. What they thought would give them the chance to rule the world for 1000 years, turned out to almost be their downfall.
Next year of course will be the year of the Tiger in 2022, and it looks as if the Tiger will roar, but it won't be that of the Communist Party, it will be that of the people. Because of all of this scandal globally, there have been instituted new laws, rules, and regulations of vitamin supplements, much to the pleasure of the pharmaceutical industry. Please consider all this and think on it.
Lance Winslow has launched a new provocative series of eBooks on Future SyFy Short Stories. Lance Winslow is a retired Founder of a Nationwide Franchise Chain, and now runs the Online Think Tank; http://www.worldthinktank.net
The Forlorn Belle - A Short Story
A graceful, sad beauty, she sits at her piano, upset, thinking of all that has gone wrong. She wants to pour her heart out in song, but cannot find the notes, the serene beauty, of the words to express her torment and pain, her anguish, her desperation and depression. Her big recital night had finally come, and the love of her life had not bothered to even show up.
Once upon a time, not so distant, she had been the center of his universe, when he courted her. Her mere presence, her simple smile or her laughter, when she reacted to his silly, playful jokes, used to instantly make him burn with desire for her. But that desire had died under a mountain of paperwork in an endless quest for power and money.
Oh, he chased her for quite some time, she had not given in that easily. Their courtship lasted over two years. But the more that she fought his advances, the more aloof she remained, the harder he fought for her. She enjoyed the attention, relished in the lavish gifts and endless romantic pursuits, but most of all, she simply enjoyed being the center of his universe, the thing that drove another human life to want to live, and she knew that this feeling, this exhilaration, this pursuit of life and shared happiness, must be love, so she finally gave in. After the marriage, it didn't take long for things to change.
He became president of a large corporation, a position he had sought for years. They were celebrated in upper class social circles, enjoyed the material joy that wealth could bring. But over the next few years, he became busier and busier, fighting political ghosts at the job, working hard to grow the large company into an unstoppable monopoly. It became his soul conquest, as she had once been. She realized, more and more at social engagements, that she was just another trophy for him, another beautiful piece of jewelry for him to wear in public, to honor his great tenacity and prowess.
Depression set in and they began to argue more and more. Finally, she had enough of being ignored, she felt used and manipulated. Unbeknownst to her, her husband had tried to do a wonderful thing for her. He organized a recital for her as part of a grand birthday party. She was to play her beloved piano and share her birthday with loved ones, family and friends. Most importantly, she was to play for and share a wonderful birthday with her husband again. She felt as though, perhaps, she was still the center of his universe, she still meant more to him than anything, and that perhaps he was working hard to become a business tycoon for her and for their future again. Finally her big night arrived. The excitement proved too much for her to endure. Guests started pouring in, and before long all of her loved ones were there... except for her husband, who would not make it home in time for her recital. There had been a problem at work, one he could not put off, and he stayed at the office taking care of business.
She was devastated. It was beyond obvious, her concerns were no longer as important as his, at least not to him. She was tired of the endless disappointment. This was the last straw, she understood that at last, this was not love at all, just a convenient union, one that she decided to end for good. After the recital, after she poured her heart and soul into the music she would play for all those who truly cared for her, she would break it to the world, she was filing for divorce.
If you would like to read more articles like this or on a wide range of topics please visit: http://mimispeaks.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-writers-niche-and-her-chit-chat-over.html Miriam B. Medina loves to write and at length too. So I suggest you find yourself a comfortable chair, and while you are at it, grab a steaming hot cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese and you will be all set to settle down for a while. Happy reading.
Stealthy Assassin Robot Arrested for Murder - Requests Electrocution for Death Penalty
In the year 2032 capital punishment was deleted from the United States. In 2055 after China and the United States had merged after a terrible war it was reinstated to deal with some of the crime and fallout of economic chaos that ensued. There was a murder, and the individual was caught. The culprit ended up on death row, and was going to be executed. When the Chinese and American laws were merged, the individuals who were to be put to death were allowed to choose how they wish to be executed. There were many ways they could choose from.
They could choose a public execution, one which would be televised allowing them to donate money to their favorite charity as their last act of redemption. They could have a private death penalty execution were only the victims of the crime or their immediate family were allowed to watch. They could die by firing squad, electrocution, drowning, hanging, self-immolation (15-minute time period), lethal injection or a number of other choices. They could even come forth with a new choice of death, and had three months to submit their request to the review board.
In this case the murder chose electrocution. No one had chosen that for a long time because it was considered one of the most terrible ways to die, but that was the new super state law in the new combined country. This was carried out in 2055 - Year of the Boar. The individual also chose a public execution and the money to be given to the favorite charity of the new president's (Basically a Supreme Benevolent Dictator Elected for Life) wife. Although everyone was appalled, the law stated that it was the choice of the condemned the culprit would be allowed to give the money, how they were to be executed, and it would be televised or not.
On that day it was televised and when they flipped the switch for electrocution, Sparks went everywhere. It wasn't a person after all, it was a robot that looked like a human, but it was of a late model, and no one knew that it was an android. Worse, once it was electrocuted it fried all electronics inside, and no one could figure out the origin of the robot, who owned it, or where it came from.
The stealthy assassin robot and its owner had beaten the system. Worse, one of the people it murdered, the one it got caught for turned out to be someone who would eventually grow up and be the new president of the combined countries. Please consider this future science fiction thriller.
Lance Winslow has launched a new provocative series of Science Fiction eBooks. Lance Winslow is a retired Founder of a Nationwide Franchise Chain, and now runs the Online Think Tank; http://www.worldthinktank.net
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