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00440205 (weakness)

They got the green light for the project even thought the base plans were still a bit up in the air.

Fern Stalin, playing the role of Dr. Kelp at least in section 02 of this here photo-novel, cussed because she couldn’t get inside to take a better look-see. Restricted. In fact about all the interiors of the Krypton sim seem to be that way, except for the naval hospital. So she decided to break a leg.

“Ow ow ow,” she acted for the night doctor. Idontknow I believe, which is perhaps Turkish. “Fix it fix it *Fix it*!”

They tried to take an x-ray but she squirmed around in so much fake pain that they couldn’t get a clear image. “Dr. Kelp — *please*, Idontknow pleaded, having to enter the scene again after retreating to his office to let the techs take over. “If you could just hold steady for a moment. I know it hurts.”

“You don’t *know* the pain,” she barked through a grimace. “No, just get me a wheelchair. I’ll come back later when a different doctor is on the clock. I don’t like your attitude.” She grimaced again, yelped in pretend pain a bit once more.

“Dr. Kelp, if you’d just–”

“Do it!” she commanded at the top of her lungs. The techs working on floors 1 and 3 turned their eyes upward and downward respectively, wondering about the noise. Dr. Idontknow thought he had no choice.

“Get her a wheelchair,” he said to his 2nd floor techies who were staring straight on. Let her circle around the hospital a couple of times with that leg, he thinks. She’ll be back soon enough.

“I’ll need a pass to get back in,” she said as they slid her into the seat.

“Well, actually–,”

“Do it!”

And so they gave her a pass even though she didn’t actually need one to return. They were trying to quiet her down in any way possible, her plan all along. Once she got in the wheelchair, she took the elevator down to the first floor…

… and was out of there, putting its little electric motor on full throttle on the way back to the room with the up-in-the-air military personnel about 200 yards away. Her plan to get to those plans worked (!). She was so pleased with herself. Dr. Idontknow, pheh, she thought. 3rd shift indeed.

“What???” more competent Dr. Who screamed in the morning when he arrived upon learning about the missing patient and wheelchair. “Yes sir?” answered 2nd shift Dr. What standing not far behind him, having to come in early for a personnel meeting. Dr. Idontknow also decided to stick around from 3rd to attempt an explanation for the situation. And then non-shift Dr. Why showed up out of left field to join the discussion, surprising everyone. And then the whole thing ended with all of them actually not caring, go figure.

Fern, base plans stolen before the military personnel’s eyes with more trickery, was home free.

What a convoluted joke! But it worked.


Now to build this aerial thing, she thought back in her own hanger.

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00440204

He and Slop sat there for the longest time. He kept the truck running in the cool Autumn morning, almost completely rusted over from the Blue Feather Sea salt and brine. The heat was set to medium high. The radio was tuned to the local KLXC station and its blend of medium rock and high jazz. Even the worn seat of his truck was set to same (medium high) so he could sit up and see the road better in his older age. Slouching more, he recognized. Uncle Barnacles, so named for his crusty attitude, also perhaps brought on by his own proximity to the same salty, upper central Maebaeleia continent body of water named before, had his back turned on the “creature” on purpose. He had a crate to deliver, per his new job, but he didn’t want to go over there, get any closer. “Slop,” he said to his riding companion, a droopy hound with almost as complex of personality, “I can feel it. Even if I can’t see it. You hear that hum? That’s it. Some say, Slop, it’s *comforting*. Imagine that,” he spat out with bile. Slop slopped an agreeing bark in his face, pelting it lightly with saliva, which Uncle Barnacles was use to. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

2 hours later, he’d managed to turn the truck around and face it on the upper lot of the same parking deck, but on the opposite side of where he could get a direct look. He was trying to get use to the idea of being here, of working for the people who decided to create this whole megalopolis centered around it. Or working on it, super city creation in progress. “1st crate and I’ve already got cold feet,” he complained to Slop again. “Might as well turn in my badge and get paid for my 1/2 day’s work. Maybe, hmm, maybe I’ll just leave the crate here, in the parking deck, and tell them where it’s at. Whaddaya say, Slop?” Another light splatter of spit. The crate was unloaded and they were outta here, returned to the sea of which they were so much a part of now.

“Another one lost,” human resources director and more A. Pond lamented later back at the office, staring at the still moist security badge. “Well, if the locals are spooked by the thing then we’ll just have to hire more outside workers, preferably ones desperate for a job. Her thoughts turned southward, beyond the continent’s old Neutral Zone. Slums of Hatton, as she derogatorily called it in her Northern way, might do for a start.

(to be continued)

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00440203 (mystery flesh pit)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Voicesofthevoid/comments/1en5q2b/wha_the_hell_is_this/?rdt=43388

Question: what the hell is this?

Best answer (right answer): that’s where the voices of the void come from

And here is where Our Second Lyfe begins outstripping this more modern game in importance. Because this hole… actually comes from that. A whole super city in the upper right central part of the Maebaleia continent of that virtual world is being built around the phenomenon. Lab coat wearing Dr. Kelp and her companion A. Pond look on.

(to be continued)

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00440115 (243/243)

He returned to Clobber to try and find a proper mate in which to fight the aberrant planetary forces together, under one roof. Poison Ivy came to mind.

He can’t see what’s staring at him right in front of his face, Sandy Beech thinks in his upper central Maebaleia continent psychiatrist office, viewing the terminal depicting where his brainwashed, abstracted superhero was now. Looking for an Eve to his Adam; tired of inept subordinates picked basically at random from the scum that represents humanity polluting its perfect, cubic surfaces. No, it would have to be another superhero, another planetary force to reckon with, Sandy Beech thought in tandem with the Captain. And there’s no more deadly planetary force to deal with than Poison. Ivy, that is. Only the Mother calls it Poison, as she should.

So many choices await him. There are many more options than Poison. Could go with a more wholesome mate. Like Kudzu, like Weedwoman, *different* from Flowerwoman, although the latter is an option too, he supposes. I wonder if the Incredible Bulk has a female green counterpart? he wonders. But how about *Wonderwoman*, hmm. No, too ordinary, too mundane, he decides. Like picking Superman or Batman if he was instead a woman. Same with Batgirl or Supergirl of course in his shoes. And better it be a so called “villain” — in the villain category — instead of on the positive side. *He’s* on the positive side. He needs a balance. Maybe Poison is the way to go after all. But he better get to looking through all the aisles before the morning is gone from him and he has to start preparing for his afternoon walk. 12 noon now. 12:06 actually.

Tired of watching and having chores to do himself, Sandy logs off, letting Captain Planetary have a look around unaccompanied by observing eyes. For now. He decides to start from the back, probably more the place to find the villians over the heroes, he thinks. His mind quickly turns to aliens.

Sandy already knew this would happen.

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00440114

Today Cpt. Planetary has a meeting with an important, different doctor located in a sprawling, upper right central Maebaleia continent urban area of Our Second Lyfe. He picks his way through the maze of streets, finally recognizing a familiar landmark.

—–

“Just relax, Cpt.,” says the sandy beach haired doctor just later. “Sink deeper into the chair. It’s designed to ease you into a hypnotic state. Deeper… deeper.” The choices appear on his screen from the feed.

“Good, good. Now. Look at all the options, look at all of them, lined up in a neat row across the wall. They’re all different — different colors. You can put down the crowbar — they’re all harmless as well. Can you sense them?” He takes a deep breath through his sandy haired nose. “Can you *smell* the difference? They all lead to different places, different, er, *seas*. A B C. Choose now, Cpt. For the planet you represent.”

He chooses blue.

“Gotcha! Ah hahahah!”

This is an obvious place to wake up but he finds he can’t. Abstracted; 7 to 6.

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00440112

I’ve seen this band before. On Corsica. Group called Red Eye. Play King Crimson covers and who knows else. Genesis I believe here. Or is it Jethro Tull? Gentle Giant? Anyway, to the main part of the post…

Cpt. Planetary scanned his world maps for signs of trouble. All quiet on the western front. And eastern… and northern and southern, sides. Yes he has time now for Our Second Lyfe, saving that world as well.

But first, the business of Burger Shot in yet another virtual world, one of many we’re involved in now.

Aeriel drives past the scene, curious about the protesters indeed. “Just down the street a bit” uttered by Cpt. Planetary to his small group of loyalists toward the beginning of this here photo-novel turned out to be moving from present back into the past, V to IV and perhaps before to be more specific. But Aeriel is involved in her own adventure tonight. Heading toward the Big Ear of Bone Country and seeing if the Horns were back on the radar, one or maybe even both of them this time around.

There. In the distance. Listening.

(to be continued)

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00440110

“I now make my home in a gym over on Corsica,” she told her friends down at the diner. “I’ve gone over to the Dark Side, ha.”

“The… opposite side of the cube,” said one.

“But not the 7th,” said the other.

“Yes, Gaeta is truly the dark one still without meaningful internet access,” responds Fern to this. Everyone at the table understood this was the 7th continent formed after the original 6. Even if it was never finished — it was finished. 15 years ago now since the development stalled, ancient history in video game time. “But a cube, you know, only has 6,” she continued. “Corsica slides over into Gaeta, true. That is one problem. How to combine 7 with 6.” She logically thought of Sepisexton here, the abstracting.

Time to see who her dinner companions at this Maebaleia location are, formerly called Gregson in our photo-novels — probably still is.

Thought so.

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00440109 (which one)

Why would someone gift me a free cow outfit normally worth 300 lindens? she pondered at the pool with the statue while trying it on. Oh well. Time to meet her new best mates at the downtown diner. Maybe they’ll have some thoughts about this, hmm. But more importantly: thoughts about saving the planet we’re on, namely Our Second Lyfe. We know it’s a cube. We have that much. And the continent of Maebaleia also known as Satori takes up one whole side. This one. We know this because of the return of the Butte. Turtle.

Maybe she is the Turtle.

(to be continued)

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00440105 (the return of Second Lyfe, Our)

“Who are you?!”

“Who are WE?” the small mountain boomed back. We’ve seen it before. It was once called a butte. Turtle.

“Yes!” shouted Fern up again, wee in perspective.”

The two eyes of the “creature” which was apparently the same as a mountain looked at each other, as if conferring. “YOU first,” they seemed to decide.

“My name is Fern!” Fern said. “I was on my way–!”

“We KNOW where you’re going,” the mountain blasted again. “We just didn’t know who YOU are.”

Silence for a moment. The two eyes looked at each other again, then back to Fern. What to say next? she pondered, then decided: “So you know about the island?!”

“YES,” it boomed without much hesitation.

“Dullard?!” she faked, testing the small mountain before her.

“BRILLIANT.” So *that* didn’t work, she thought.

“Little Ritchie?!” she then tried. “Taken over?!” It was a theory she had about the wee ones (to her own stature) of that particular island. But how would this mountain–

“YES,” it responded anyway. This big hill was old, indeed like a turtle. Before terraforming it was even shaped a bit like one. But the Lindens decided not to protect this most central of the Hills of Bill and suffered the consequences. Civil War between the split apart north and south parts of the Maebaelia continent, also known as Satori. Now it seems they are attempting to repair the damage. By terraforming it again and even providing it with a face this time to speak to, along with building a new, bridging section of formerly divided highway 8A next to it to showcase the effect. Fern is merely taking advantage of the moment, but she truly needed to get to that island, her goal tonight before this “distraction” came along.

“I’m going to go check!” she said up. “I’ll be back!”

“WE will be here.” They knew she would return. If only because of the prim atop the northern one’s eyebrow, just out of sight from her ground perspective. A special plywood cube that Fern needed to know about and understand the meaning of. And why it had a dent or hole on one side. Oh, and also to learn their names.

But for now they could sleep while waiting. “Night night BAL,” said the first eye that closed. “Night night WIN,” said the other, then shut as well.

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Allred

From her many monitors up in the 3996 meter high Controller’s Office, positioned as close to the Void as possible without getting absorbed, she watches the unfolding of the apocalypse on levels below…

… no Blue in sight.

In a directly related story, Mid-Hazel or Hazel Wood was never in a cell in the cellar to begin with. All part of the plan.

Just a dummy.

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