“*Found* you you mini f-cking crop circle or sumtin.”
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“Now to find out what’s *really* Under The Silver Lake. Train tracks pass right through!”
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Category Archives: GTA
00510211 (Silver Lake rim path)
Here’s the end of the dirt trail. Let’s keep going… to see what’s beyond.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0051, 0211, California, GTA
00510208 (metals)
“You asked for a gold car, I provided.”
(pause) “AI?”
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“Silver Lake now? What the heck is going on here??”
Filed under **VIRTUAL OT, 0051, 0208, California, GTA
00510103 (return)
“He was on the other side of this glass window from me. I called out his name. Then I woke up. Then you asked me who Michael was.” He turned thoughtful, as if he knew and didn’t know at once. Just beyond the edge of consciousness.
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“Franklin! It’s me again. I’ve got to get through to you somehow. We met on the beach, remember?
“On the beach.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Jeogeot, 0103, GTA, Nawt Vaya+, NVFS, Frank's Moving Castle, 0051
00500613 (Omega sign)
Frank waited and waited. He heard sounds within. Someone was there (!). Being recreated as it turned out. Overt religious messages were fading from the truck as well as the mtn. behind. Everything was becoming alien oriented, JESUS, for example, being reconstructed as 6EQUJ5, “Love is Universal” turning into “Life is Universal”. Would he approve?
Again: no.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, collages 2d, 0613, GTA, Greenup, 0050
00500612
“Okay, there’s the sign with a red arrow pointing upwards again. Thanks Leptune, you sly green and yellow corn dawg! Weren’t clowning around with the sign shadow after all. But of course I can’t travel up from here — into the sky (or *can* he?). So I guess I’ll have to follow this other arrow pointing left.”
Then travelling down the indicated dirt road leading to a small trailer park, he remembered he’d been here before. A very very important side mission in the game called Grand Theft Auto, version 5. One that requires us to help build a spaceship… or so the description goes. TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, Omega, 0612, GTA, 0050
00500605 (Leptune)
“Okay, turn around! And tell me why you’re here. Under that red arrow pointing downward. Straight down to this room, to *you*!”
“Don’t shoot me!” he pleaded pathetically. “Don’t shoot me and I’ll tell you everything. Why I’m here. Why *you’re* here.”
“I wasn’t going to shoot you, dawg,” says Frank Lynn back to the green clad man. A clown? he guessed from his position.
“Oh. You must not be *him*, then.”
“Him *who*?”
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“I would have *definitely* shot this clown in the back, not even telling him to turn around,” declares Philip Strevor in a parallel universe. “My loss,” he says in retrospect, from his position in the Realm of Death. All Knowing now; a little too late.
Because this Leptune colored like an ear of corn and then some truly had answers. He could get Frank Lynn unstuck, unglued. And Philip too. If he had the sense to do so.
Back to the current universe…
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“You just follow the shadow of the arrow now to find another (red) arrow, pointing upward,” he said behind him, just out of camera shot. “Then you’ll see where to go.”
“Thanks dawg!” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0605, GTA, 0050
00500516
He stood before the passageway again, knowing a decision had to be made. As before, they had extra arms, as in fire. Faux bug exterminators Jason and Walter were awaiting orders. In or out in or out? Didn’t matter to them; all this was beyond their meager, silly brains, Lester thought. They couldn’t tell the fool’s gold, the physical stuff, from the real gold — this opening inside the Sphere he’s managed to finally crash beside. As bad as Philip with his 60th of 60 in the 6th or 90th of 90 in the 9th. Last in class whatever. 6 is just as bad as 9, merely a flip or reverse of the same. Then it hit Lester. The same, the *same*. The future and past are one! He didn’t have to make a decision. He could merely stand in place and let the so-called Hand of God do it for him. He opened himself up… to the Universe.
“Holland??”
00500515 (lightning bolt)
“After delivering part 50 of 50 of the spaceship to him, he gave me this. Space Docker he called it. From the *future*. And then his last words to me were, ‘See you on the other side, brother.’
“Other side of *what*? I wondered as I watched Omega round the corner and seemingly disappear forever from my life.
“Then Lester brought up finding the other side — to Earth.”
“Earth?”
“Earth,” he said again. “He said, what was it, the technology allowed copying but only so far. For one thing, there were no people, just animals. Philip had crashed his plane and died. Yet he lived on.” Frank looked at me steady. I knew this was something extremely important to him because he usually avoids direct eye contact. He was trying to drill the truth into me. Or maybe discover it *through* me.
Drilling. Have to think about that one.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0515, GTA, MFS, 0050
00500413 (Shepherde with an e)
“Son of Man,” he uttered disgustingly while approaching the man on the cliff. “*Sun* of Man. How could I fall for such a load of… well, *bunk*!” It was the strongest word he still dare hurl against his once beloved belief, his beloved former lord and savior and spokespersons thereof. No C word yet, no S word.
Then staring at the surrounding landscape far below he got an idea. He had to get rid of the new to return the old. Just like a certain island we’ll get back to soon. Switching to a dream more in the daylight, he positioned himself directly behind the *cult* leader while drawing his gun. Yeah, CULT. “Turn around,” he said. “*Me.*”
*POP*. Someone else had to fall for the same thing.
Dusk again, Jack merely spat a goodbye to his former guru and returned to the city, his job here done, he felt. But daydreams would linger… TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0050, 0413, GTA, New Island
Sunklands 