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January 20, 2020 · 7:39 am

zeroed out

When Duncan was rudely woken up he was falling. The 87 Room he had been sitting in and composing songs to mark time was suddenly no more.  He fell on top of what was left of room 71 — its roof it appeared. Or maybe the floor of 72.

Certainly time to go groundside now and contemplate the next move. The 100 Story Building of Kowloon was no more. Will another replace it? Time to talk to this Fish Head hub-of-a-man to get the latest….

Oh. He’d figured something out in the meantime. The one ball in pool is *not* blue, as he had mistakenly thought before; been a while since he played the game. That’s instead the two ball. And two of the 3 remaining pool stools in what use to be Room 87, all exposed in contrast, were colored wrongly. The 3 is colored yellow instead of red and the 2 is orange instead of the yellow it should be — orange belongs to 5 instead. Only the 8 stool is aptly hued. So the question remains: what number was under the XVideos labeled laptop?

Ahh, never mind that now, Duncan thinks while peering around at inky space dotted with milky stars. A new stage beckons in Kowloon below, perhaps a new building along with it. He jumps and falls again…

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January 19, 2020 · 10:33 am

Times Square

Later, while working at the Residents Union Back rolling out dough with a pin, Phyllis (aka Cyber-Catwoman) ponders why she was so adamant about Gallery 7/10 not existing any longer to her partner Chip (Cyber-Catman) at Head’s — almost directly above her at this point.

Because the place of timelessness is *here*, she realizes, and freezes the pin in its tracks.

The dough must be curious what happened.

—–

Feng Sui and Qi: gone, Chip realized when teleporting in from the roof. He just substituted 26 for 61 and he was here. Chip was needing advice on how to put up with a woman he loved. Because the cyan colored opposite sex remained a total mystery to him. Indeed, FS and Qi could have helped, but they were currently preparing lunch for the uncles. The bullet holes remain unsealed, Store Zero’s past still open and bared for all.

Someone opens the door….

(to be continued?)

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January 19, 2020 · 8:55 am

pipes

Pietmond Chronicles?

“We begin.”

bb:

Thanks Hucka D. The chronicles, whatever they will be called, will consist of another blog within a blog, like we did last year about this same time. We are going to determine why Peter came to Our Second Lyfe and what his Big Sink project was when he came.

Hucka D.:

In short he was impressed with Tronesis… saw that he actually did it in a probable way. Better than an actual movie, because heavily coded. Ram equals Lamb[ and so on]. He understands that the Lamb album should have been mixed up that way. 2nd is 1st, 4th is 2nd, 3rd is 3rd, and 4th is 1st. TILE.

bb:

So he applies, is accepted above Ian Anderson, Robert Fripp, and whomever…

Hucka D.:

No. Those were the other candidates.

bb:

How about Barrett himself? Syd… or SID?

Hucka D.:

It was destined to be Peter because of the Cross of the Lamb. He had to exit the cross. And so he did[ at 1974].

bb:

Another idea I had is that he built the structure that I call Gallery 7/10 to create the “time standing still” point at its center. This would equate with “Lost Cane“. In other words, Richard Alpert. Timelessness.

Hucka D.:

Correct.

bb:

From this point of stillness he effected the Sunklands sinking. Sink sank sunk.

Hucka D.:

He created the Big Sink.

bb:

And all other sinks.

Hucka D.:

Yes.


Gallery 7/10

“Did you get all that Head?”

Faint affirmation from the bald, newspaper reading man behind him.

“Do — you think it still exists?”

“No,” Cyber-Catwoman opines in front of him, Identity Disk spinning a different way. They stare at each other, Yin to Yang. Head keeps reading the news (oh boy).

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January 18, 2020 · 11:54 am

tables

Axis again worships Lu Ellen Hutchison (or Hutchinson) before entering his NWES coffee shop. Who is now his wife, at least last time he checked (Wednesday).

He enters the coffee shop proper…

… only to see two avatars sitting at his favorite table instead of the one he expected. The conversation already taking place was briefly interrupted.

“There he is,” whispered Man About Time to Tracy Austin. “Behind the column. It’s as if he doesn’t think we can *see*.”

They talked about many things that night, the two of them and then all three together when Axis finally came out of “hiding”. One by one (by one), they began to understand all revolved around Peter — after all, the only Variant at The Table who was never a Variant. Peter and “Lamb”. They vowed, 3 hands clasped together at the center of *this* table (standing, remorseful Axis from the side), that Grandpapa didn’t die in Vain. Because, of course, we already know he died in Kowloon. His “Lamb” will live on.

“I am pleased,” I can hear him say from that Great Elderly Center in the Sky, lost cane back in hand again.

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January 18, 2020 · 10:43 am

price to pay

—–

“I can’t believe it,” Guy Benjamin exclaimed a little later to Grandmama after she broke the news. “Grandpapa’s dead!”

“Did in with his own cane,” she explained, her voice starting to waver. “The old fool.” She was inconsolable for months, maybe years. Axis had done a bad thing. A bad bad thing. We must reexamine the ultimate motives of his character in light of this horrendous act.

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January 18, 2020 · 10:11 am

seeing

There was only one place to go.

“I can’t see, Fish Head. I had to borrow an old man’s cane just to get here. He’s laying back there in the alley — may want to tell the local authorities in an hour or two. Make it two… since I’m blind. Anyway, you better tell the Heart Queen that I’m going to have to abort the mission.”

Fish Head began mixing the booze in his hands again, eventually saying, “she’s not going to like it.”

“I know, I know,” Axis followed quickly. “Just tell her.” He points to his sightless, red eyes. “Not much choice.”

Fish Head retrieved a glass underneath the bar and poured the mixed drink in from the canister. He pushed the glass toward Axis. “Here. Drink this down. Then have a re-consider.”

Axis knew he wasn’t going to “have a re-consider” but took the drink anyway. Free booze was always a weakness. But Fish Head, of course, knew that already. “Go ahead,” he urged. Axis drank.

—-

He woke up in a trench beneath the water. He wasn’t blind any longer — looked up and saw a spinny red, fabric-like thingie wielding scissors and knife in metal hands. Another doctor.

He knew he had been fixed up.

He stands up and makes his way through the trench back to the surface. Still in the service of the Heart Queen obviously.

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January 18, 2020 · 9:48 am

not today

I’m very close to the answer, Axis thinks while staring up.

He turns. Very close.

He buys the “white eye” offered on top of the old drum can for a linden dollar, wears, and instantly becomes blinded.

“*Shite*.”

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January 17, 2020 · 9:09 am

ground

Feng Sui and Qi stare at the door waiting for customers that never come. “Damn that Fish Head,” sitting Qi exclaims at one point. “Damn the Head and the Fish,” reinforces her standing sister at the time, then later thinks, while still standing and staring over: maybe we should fix the bullet holes in the door. Maybe that doesn’t help with the customers. The Store Zero slaughters were a long time ago, after all. Maybe it’s time to finally heal the wounds. “We can’t have a repeat of the past, sister of mine,” she speaks down to Qi after telling her the same. “Oh *no*,” Qi doubles down. They both know, no matter what’s going on with Fish Head and the Bird above them, that they cannot return to the ugly, brutal past. The Dark Days.

Qi rises from the stool. “I’ll go try to find some sealant.” ‘Bout time.

—–

Later: back at their nearby apartment…

… Qi dwells on the dark past…

… while Feng Sui discusses what to fix for supper with Uncle Jack.

“Quinoa all right?”

Jack: “You’ll have to ask Uncle *John* about that,” indicating the man sitting in the rocking chair on the balcony. John Lockfry 01. Been a long time.

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January 16, 2020 · 8:09 am

Found

Tronesisia sits out of the way on the docks so that Baker Bloch can get a shot of “pipe alley”, leading to the doctor. He suspects this may be the Dr. of “Lamb”….

But then Baker Bloch changes his mind and has Tronesisia interact with this so-called doctor, who turns out to be an old friend: Dr. Diper, who helped her (and her parents) out immensely when she was a mere baby. Before she became, well, robotic. Gynoidic.

“It’s so so good to see you old friend,” he began, instantly recognizing his work. Perhaps his greatest work.

“Likewise Dr. Wiper!” cheered Tronesisia, just glad to be in a scene again.

“Diper,” corrected the doctor. “But we’re both grown up now. Call me…”

“Peter?” Tronesisia guessed. Yes. It was Peter. One of ’em.

Clanking within. The doctor was working on another case. Another Peter.

“It wasn’t going to hurt me,” he practiced, and then swiped his bloodied knife in front of him again, a built-in reflex action.

“Good, good,” the tv doctor cooed. “*Why* wasn’t it going to hurt you?”

Jack appeared beside him. Glowering. “Yeah, *John*. Why???”

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January 14, 2020 · 7:12 am

“Countdown”

A series of pictures inside.

But what Duncan found really curious was the seeming resonance with the 100 Story Building still present as of this writing over in the Kowloon sim, understood through notes supplied by his employer (PotD). Specifically Story/Room 87 and its own symbols of billiard balls: stools representing 8, 3, 2, and then also the 1, but with that particular seat covered by a laptop with a prominent XVideos sticker. We’ve talked about them before in this earlier post of this here photo-novel (17).

Note the visible stools 8, 3, and 2 add up to 13 again. Something is hidden or covered up in each case, the Great Deceiver in action.

Duncan, then, has a plan. He feels his time in The Waste is over, East-West loss exposed. Much like this particular version of Kowloon’s 100 story building has served its function and is scheduled to be demolished in a day or two or so. He will *sit* in that room, waiting for the end. Then dust himself off in the rubble after the 87 story fall and move on from there.

He decides to write a song about the experience to mark the time.

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