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00460615 (final say)

I first saw her close up on this BD walk to the left. I noted the ring on her hand that held her phone. Ring Woman we’ve called her, already mentioned several times in this here blog and attached photo-novels as a person of interest in our Cyberpunk 2077 version of Night City (Nightsity).

Approx. 1:22 later we run directly into her — she being an NPC of course and, like the great majority of her kind, having multiple versions of herself manifested around town. I noted here she was holding a can, although I couldn’t make out the label. Only that it was red, as if highlighting itself. And… as I’m checking, we can’t see the ring in this case — ring finger glitchily hidden in the can it seems, hmm.

And then 1:23 later there she is again on her phone as we pass her to the right this time. Since these passings happen at equidistant intervals, you’ll notice, I like to see them as Right, Center, Left. More highlighting of the encounters.

Then the last time I see her on this walk is about 3 minutes later as a victim of a hit and run accident shockingly, writhing in pain on the pavement as other NPCs around her keep to their own business, not helping. Only I pay any attention. But it was too late.

I bend down as I hear her say something — last words. “Can……. of…….” Then she was gone, the soul departing and the body convulsing no more.

“Worms,” I finish for her as I hear sirens in the distance.

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00450205

I came here looking for a ring.

—–

“Well? Answer it.”

“Hallo?”

“So you’re a man,” he answered on the other end of the line. Brusk; kind of hoarse. “Nomad?” he followed.

“Corpo.”

“Aw sh-t. I was hoping you’d be a Nomad.”

“Well I’m not. So what can I do you for.”

“*You*. You do for *me*.”

“Okay. Think that’s what I said. But, what’re you asking?”

“I need to find… The Flaringo.”

“Ringo?”

“Close enough (*click*).”

*Brinngg bringg*. Just like that. Another call coming in.

“Well?” said Jonny again by my side.

Then this when I answered: “It’s me again. Just want to let you know it was Jonny all along.” Same affected voice, pheh. Ventriloquist. What a clown!

“So when is my actual contact suppose to call, huh?” I say exasperatedly.

“Not until tomorrow, ” he said in his normal voice now, hand lowered. “In the excitement of a new town you forgot what day it was. I was just playing along. Using my, ahem, peculiar talents.”

I sighed deeply, understanding we’d have to stay one more night in that hovel of a room at the top of the pyramid Ronald recommended.

“So let’s grab some lunch. You’re buying.”

“Right Jonny, right,” I replied while walking away from the phone with him, my hallucinatory other half now.

Lemon Lime Apple Blueberry would have to wait.

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00440608

“Wild dream, man,” began Frank Lynn to the others, his so-called friends Mikie and Philip Strevor, the great triumvirate of video gaming for this day and age, at least under their truer names and not their newer names created for this here blog and attached photo-novels. “I — get this — was *Chomp* (= Chop). Driving through that repo man’s window you made me do when we first met in that car with you pointing your gun at my head.”

“Yeah, ha,” said Mikie by his side, still by his side but in the right way this time. “I remember.”

“And so I drove it through that big front window — just like we did before — and lo and behold I was there again inside. As me! I was the repo man who owned the car dealership as well as his hired help doing the actual work.”

“Totally f-ed up,” says Philip, shaking his head a bit. “Okay… me,” he quickly shifted.

“*You* had a dream too, dawg?” questioned Frank Lynn, watching Philip try to remember it.

“Well, not as a *dawg*… dawg. But: yeah. I’m always having dreams lately; you know that. So in this one… actually I had a gun pointed at you too Frank.”

“Say whaat?” said Frank Lynn.

“Hmm,” said more suspicious Mikie, sensing a tall tale. Which it indeed was but not in the way he was thinking, as we know from the posts just before this one. Truth Philip is telling. He continues…

“Yeah. Let’s see: way up on top of a building, maybe a mile high even. Way up.” He points up, but only at some trees in this unspecified Lost Sanos location — working on it. “I-I was a monkey; yeah that’s it. Or dressed as a monkey, something. Maybe I just had a monkey’s head. Anyway, for some reason I didn’t pull the trigger — maybe couldn’t get a bead on your own head I was so far away. So I just dropped the gun and jumped — think I jumped.”

“Dawg!”

“Monkey,” corrected Philip, perhaps in a comical way. “But I landed right on a pile of mattresses, soft as um, downy pillows, heh. Or walked out and fell asleep on them. But then that officer came along and woke me up. And I woke up.”

“Wow man, Philip. You crazy!”

“*You* crazy.” He points to Frank as they share a chuckle. Two wild and crazy dreamers.

“Those are great, guys,” issued Mikie between them now, being only partially sarcastic in comparison to his normal, full on version. “Really. Both of you as animals… not far off, actually.”

“Pheh,” one or both of them say back.

“But now it’s *my* turn. I had a dream too as it so happens. Get a load of *this,* guys.”

And then he proceeds to tell them about finding the ring.

(to be continued)

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00440206

“Have you two ever thought about getting married yourself? I mean, in real life?”

—–

“You don’t understand, honey. I’m — already — here.”

“No matter how many times—”

“Here. Let me lift you up so that you can see better over these vines.”

“Th-there’s a man standing up there, Keith. On *our* roof. Staring directly at me — us.”

“Yeah. I know.”

He turns.

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00430610

“So as you can see very clearly in the next photo, Ring Lady’s, let’s see, *right* eye begins to form in the middle of the upper central guy’s forehead, obviously scrubbed clean by Kubrick to emphasize this very transition. I’m amazed more Shining researchers haven’t found it.”

“And now we think this woman is a Ryder?” Wheeler to his right tries to clarify in her own head. “As in Winona?”

“Correct,” answers Baker Bloch, the male Baker at the head of the Table, head visible only from the hat up in this angle. The female Baker (Blinker) couldn’t make it — head cold. But Newt was here to his left if with no visible head. And so was huge, green headed Grassy sitting across from Baker. He’d just finished his talk about Kabusi in the Cyberpunk 2077 game platform, and how it leads to Soos. Leading to this.

“Do you think *Winona* knows about this? Perhaps through Rolling Stone?”

“Maybe,” says Baker to Wheeler. “She’s a bright little girl.”

“So the woman, this ring woman, in the Shining’s ending photograph… is…”

“Ryder, yes. The same.”

And clearly with the ring that becomes Jack’s left eye, she noted in the 3rd photo Baker shared for further explanation. Glowing as if radioactive. And apparently it was. Uranium for Uranus.

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Something was wrong here…

… very wrong.

Fern and Lichen decided to stay here for a while and eat their packed lunch to see if the phenomenon reappears at roughly the same spot. Fern believes it could have everything to do with Soos Creek in the foreground she’ll be staring at while dining. Tree barking Lichen knows better. The phenomenon has everything to do with the ring she secretly stashed up her bunghole in her pants pocket before the ride. Owned by someone who is also a Ryder. They would not recreate it while stationary and off the path. Must be on. Moving on…

There (again)!

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00430602 (shining)

Baker Bloch stares at Ring Lady in Falmouth collage 07 and decides he must call a town meeting before things progress further. He *rings* up Wheeler, she rings up Hucka who still isn’t really talking to the male Baker. He rings up Newt which is kind of himself — in the same room. He rings up Baker Blinker his original female counterpart and still is in ways. And last: Grassy, representative of all things toys. How exciting to be getting the cores back together, chatting with each other again.

“Status report, Wheeler,” he requests to his right from his seat of power at the Blue Feather Table. “How’s daughter Shelley doing over in Heterocera?”

“Hooktip, right,” Wheeler clarifies. “Well, she’s going back her roots. And, no, before you say it it’s not brunette.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” says Baker Bloch, serious for tonight’s meeting. Tonight’s important important meeting. Because all of Collagesity Aisle of Palms is at stake.

“Newt. To my left. Hi, first.”

“Hi.”

“We haven’t talked in a while.”

“Since Friday.”

“A year ago, yes.”

“Approximately.”

“How’s *your* daughter doing? Jennifer isn’t it?”

“Shelley,” answers Newt the same as Wheeler. For it is their child. We went over that in novels 34 and also 35. And some in 36-39 as well. Before the Big Change in 40. When Newt points this out, talk shifts to this change.

“40 is where I started reading Dolores Cannon and her Convoluted Universe series,” begins Baker on this new theme. “40 is where, through (the conduit of) Bellissaria, things started to head offworld. And then Aisle of Palms was founded (in 41). Current base; for 1/2 year now. About the last time we talked, Newt.”

“Approximately,” he said again. But what’s time in a town like this?

“So this brings us to the question: What if we just head offworld *permanently*? Exist in Youtube videos about Grand Theft Auto, Red Dead Redemption, and Cyberpunk 2077? Before getting a better computer and purchasing all those games and being able to walk inside them with an actual avatar, mind you. That could take another year. Years. Newt, we may not be talking with each other again until after that decision is made.”

“Fine,” he answered, knowing it didn’t matter in the long run. Baker was him and he was Baker. *All* were Baker. Besides Wheeler, besides Hucka, besides Baker Blinker, Grassy and some other cores. But mainly Wheeler. She was the new female to Baker’s male, the queen to his prime minister (of Aisle of Palms). He holds the power but she holds the jewels. They must be a balance. Newt doesn’t really play a role in this except as an exteriorization of Baker, a way for Wheeler to have a husband and so have Shelley as her child. Married to Arthur Kill still, yes (novel 35), but flirting around with Edward Daigle (37-43). Can the horses keep moving together in the same direction?

(to be continued)

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00430509 (Elizabeth)

“Never mind the dead guy,” she said remotely to me when I reached the bottom of the pit. “That’s another story — we know that one already. Like Philip’s. Instead: focus on the hand.”

I looked around, turned on the thermal level. Grasping obviously, since the hand had been severed from its owner for, what was it, *67* years. Nothing detected except for the nearby, much fresher flesh. Silly to try. But there were rumors that the hand was alive separate from the body. Thanks to the ring. I tried another tack, a more sensible one. Gold detection through my Midas Ability mod (Thanks Rosebud1941!). Handy for creeks up in the hills, handy for here pardon the pun. I’d made a small fortune in combination with my exploring skills. Surprised more people don’t try their hand at it (sorry again!). But no gold detected in the area. This was all so much trash. I’d run out of my few options. Except, hmm, for one other long shot…

1/2way back to the top, we met up in person again across a dangerous, last gap. “Did you find it? We lost contact when you started digging around the bottom. Probably damaged the receptor on some metal or something.”

“Probably,” I said back. Radiation. Who would have thunk except for someone with a uranium ring already in their possession. Me. I stashed it up the only safe place I could think of at the time, pretending to have a sudden itch in that area. My bunghole, ow ow ow. “Uranus” for uranium, I thought with a painful, secret smile.

Saying I’d found nothing while clinching my sphincter more tightly than ever, I took a final leap…


Made it!

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00430411 (2nd J-Town encounter)

She didn’t turn around when V entered the shop, as if she was expecting him. “Show me what you found,” she seemed to say as much to the magenta hued statue before her, also illuminated by candles at her altar for it. No crack about the porn from the last time. Both understood it came from Silverhhand, not V. She accepted the scan.

“A ring… huh,” she spotted. “I’ve seen these before. 3 metals involved, gold, silver, bronze. Hard to tell which this was in the light. Do you think this is an NPC or a regular character?” she tested.

“NPC. Found her standing inside a chair in front of a table in a restaurant off Sagan. Thing is, there were *2* of her, both standing in chairs not 15 feet from each other. I could tell one of the agents following me was calling in the anomaly, even though he spoke in code.

“Since I wasn’t their focus in the moment,” he continued, “I thought I could take advantage of the situation and go over and speak to Edward, who, *ahem*, just by chance was also in the area. Watching me of course, as I watched him before. The stalker had become the stalked. But the other agent following me turned around and gave me a knowing look as I was trying to leave, making sure that I knew he was also keeping watch while taking a lunch break. So no go on speaking with Edward. Couldn’t take the chance. And I still haven’t had that chance, Mysti, even 3 days after, let’s call it, The Switch.”


knowing look

“Hmm. All this stuff is fascinating, V, but I must tell you before we go any further that the woman — women — in the restaurant were not NPC’s — not really. I’ve seen them — her — before in another scan, just yesterday. Given to me by, get ready for it, Edward.”

“Edward??”

“The ring is a give away. I don’t recall any other woman wearing it in Nightsity. Only men wear the ring, V. Men of power whether they know it or not. This woman is special.”

He tried to figure this all out in the moment as Mysti continued staring with those deep, accepting eyes, as if she were trying to read his thoughts. And maybe she could, who knows? But all he kept thinking of was a snake swallowing its own tail, and that he should stop following this particular rabbit down its hole. He was looking too far, creating complexity when there was only the simple and open.

Mysti returned to her statue, seeming to seek answers there. After a moment; perhaps channeling the knowledge (the oracle speaks?):

“You must approach Edward and ask him why he is following you. Be kind to him. If you are not coercive then he will yield the answers you seek. This all ties back to Silverhhand and the Relic. He’ll tell you. If you’re nice.”

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recorder

He watches from afar, noting that she may have Winona Ryder eye. Didn’t she just visit a local hair stylist several days before? He knows she did, although not with the results she wanted. The results *they* wanted? It was a question he had to be asking at this juncture in our story.

—–

Back up to “normalcy”.

—–

“Where you been?”

“Oh just riding around the sand.”

“Hmm.”

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