March 24, 2025 · 7:10 am

00460206

She was sitting on a trash bin at a local hot dog joint, taking mental notes.

“What do you think about Nawt Vaya so far?” asked senior Wanda Spotify to junior transfer Leonard Johhannssonn about the state university they both attend, the former destined to replace Peter Melanchton as summa cum laude graduate of her class.

He smiled, thinking of what just went on in their secretive 12×10 getaway cabin just over there. He’d seen… paradise!

“Welll?” she asked, addicted to answers (which made her such a good student). Then, looking over at Wheeler on the trash bin, she caught the synchronicity. Oh, well *that* won’t happen again, she thought. Until tonight. Studying and attending classes first, of course. Then they’ll meet back here at the hot dog stand around 6-ish. Wheeler took note of that too.

—–

“Why are we here Wheeler?” questioned on again off again hubby Newt.

“Just shussh,” she said not much above a whisper. “I’m trying to listen.” To soothe Newt’s then perceived hurt feelings, she added, “I’ll tell you when they leave.”

Their one hot dog came, neither being much of a meat lover. Unless it’s Wheeler.

(to be continued)

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March 23, 2025 · 3:23 pm

00460205 (Butterfly Kid)

Now back to Jack at that other treehouse across the water — just beyond the rocket over there. And Fink of course. Bimbo? We’ll see.

(to be continued)

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March 23, 2025 · 2:04 pm

00460204 (Veyot’s View)

I plan to keep it as clear as possible toward the Nawt Vaya inland sea from her computer desk, ha.  Doing my part anyway.

And has that chicken there mistaken a mouse for an egg? Have to think about that. 🙂

Wonder what’s cook’n?

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March 23, 2025 · 6:54 am

00460203

“You’re remembering.”

—–

“Thanks! I was ready to move on.”

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March 22, 2025 · 7:28 am

00460202

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLxrWLOlTnZnis3DL3vcrjY0yIbOfFMHBA

The 1st Lettuce Walk video of this Cyberpunk 2007 Ultimate Ambience playlist establishes HOME (Kabusie; entered immediately after lightning strike at 12:21).

The 2nd Lettuce Walk video of this playlist establishes CENTER (holographic fish of Corpo Plaza — side note: Wheeler also states that she’s this center as well with her own two red and blue fish (more soon?)).

3rd Lettuce Walk video in the playlist reinforces CENTER by pairing it with another (word) to make CITY CENTER.

https://cyberpunk.fandom.com/wiki/City_Center_(2077)

4th Lettuce Walk video here establishes first move away from CITY CENTER, where center, with small letters this time, becomes internal to the video itself (3 monks at bamboo wall).

And this is where we are now. WELLSPRINGS remains super important.

(to be continued)

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March 21, 2025 · 7:04 am

00460201 (time reversal)

—–

“Well it’s just beautiful hair, Ms…”

“Wilson,” said Wheeler. “Wheeler Wilson.”

“Like the dams, then,” responded stylist Sep to this.

“And the Vice-Presidents, ha (!).”

“Oh yes, that too,” said Sep, barely remembering the latter fact from her “1800s Sex/History Education” elective humanities class taken over at the local college along with all the cosmetology ones needed for that associate degree. “Soo… what’ll it be today?” Marveling Sep was thinking while continuing to wash: I personally wouldn’t change a thing if I had such luxurious locks.

“Chop it all off (internal gasp from Sep?). Dye it pink. In *short*, I want the Butterfly. Number 25. I saw it on your ad.”

“Oh, *very* popular. All the Butterflies are selling well currently. Must be the Spring in the air. Time of transformation,” she waxed philosophically. “Change.” Washing done now, Wheeler sits up as Sep begins to towel her dry.

“Indeed.” This long hair Magika style is for the winter, Wheeler thinks. She wants her scalp to breathe now. Sunlight; warmth. And… a new man. Who is the same as the old man. Old Man Newt, ha, distinctive in his growing greyness. Will meet him next. Under the parrots, or as close as they could get.

—–

“What do you think?”

“Perfect.” But while saying this she was looking at the reflection of the guy in the next chair over instead of her own. So familiar. Where had she seen him before? And why was he just sitting there instead of getting his own hair cut or styled? Queer.

(to be continued)

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March 20, 2025 · 2:47 pm

00460116

“Fog’s lifting a bit,” he offered in the silence, she trying still to figure out the fingering on the harp piece she wanted to play. And she didn’t want to seem like an amateur while warming up. Thus the quiet except for the nearby low roar of the backwards positioned waterfall. “Well?” he then said. “What are you, I mean, what are you and Newt going to do?” It was obvious to him that they should stay in the area, this Nawt Vaya inland sea of the Jeogeot continent in the world of Our Second Lyfe. *Their* Second Lyfe. Hopefully still.

“We’re meeting at the parrots today to talk about it. I’m just going to admit everything. You — not Art, because he doesn’t seem to be involved.”

“The hubby.” Ed liked Art but didn’t love Art. Good thing.

“Yeah, the true one, the Whitehead in Da Woods. I guess I should express remorse or something.”

“Naaah,” responded Ed.

“Thinking along the same lines,” she admitted. What they had was good. It was just something to pass the time, mostly the late afternoon of each of April May’s days. And she knew she was irrisistable, ha. Especially since she’s ditched the child part from top and bottom. Wheeler she is again, without trapped-in-the-past Shelley. She and Newt remain childless in this reality. The reality of Nawt Vaya. Almost time to make a decision on that.

—–

She gets her ass up from the writing desk and moves toward the door, relieved it remains unlocked as she nervously tests the knob. She is still free to leave this place.

(to be continued)

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March 20, 2025 · 7:50 am

00460115

Turns out, it was harder to shake at least Ed than she figured. Art she hadn’t tried out. They talk about it afterwards in their temporary home beside the still pouring waterfall, mission to the nearby inland sea unfulfilled and perhaps unfulfillable given the flow away from it instead of toward. This acted not like a real falls, in other words. “So, what’s the status?” Ed wanted to know. “Am I in or am I out?”

“Both,” she jested. “For now.”

The waterfall drowned out the rest of their conversation this morning, but little words remained.

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March 19, 2025 · 3:56 am

00460114

“Maker Space, Jack. And the Princess said Bimbo should be coming along soon. She’s working on it, she said.”

“I-I don’t like it as much as the old treehouse, Fink. Not as much room. A-and I don’t have all my stuff.”

“Princess said she’s working on that too.”

“Like: Who’s that old f-ck suppose to be up on the mantel place.”

“Jack!” reprimanded Jack’s human bro and bestie Fink about the cussing, but then started wondering too as he also stared at the aged, bearded man in the photograph…

…. who, in turn, stared at two books from his framed existence, each containing a 1000 pictures of the world around them, this Our Second Lyfe that has suddenly become Their Second Lyfe as well. Orders of Pinky Gumm.

“I mean… I guess we’ll just have to wait and see, pheh,” then said resigned Jack, knowing the Princess had a plan. She always did.

(to be continued)

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March 17, 2025 · 6:39 am

00460113 (letting the butterflies loose)

https://bakerbloch.com/2022/07/30/00340113/

—–

“Soo, why are we back here again, Jack? Pink again?”

“Yeah,” responds Jack the Dogg, his 1/2 brother and also bestest friend in the world. Unless it’s Todd. “And you know what that means?”

“Errr,” went Fink, once more sloow to catch on.

—–

15 minutes later, after earning another F- on the new quiz.

“I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy!”

You certainly aren’t, thinks the newest iteration of Princess Pinky Gumm in Our Second Lyfe dominating above him but, of course, biting her tongue. Fink remains a powerful ally. And friend.

Now to deal with Art and Ed, she thinks; break the bad news to the duo so use to having their way up to this point. The buck stops here.

She looks to the sky and thinks of all the power she has. 319.

(to be continued)

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