Two Loves, Armageddon (Chapter One)

Chapter One

The First Second

I can never remember their names. A blessing and a curse, that their faces are painted upon my skull as in the high arches of the chapel. Fright in their eyes ever yet. Helpless to save them, protect them, hold them or ever see them again. Gone with the faintest touch, forever I wish to be awakened from this reality.

It started as all do, in a haze that became clear. Lucidity is lost in the initial hours. Maybe half a second, maybe more, it couldn’t have been very long from what I understand.

The mind files images, stores them away until perchance they are needed again.

I walked outside. A mob fled from right to left. I knew that they were all heading toward a brick wall covered in ivy at the end of the street, but I didn't say anything. To do anything would simply add a bitter smile to futilities steel grasp. I doubt my loudest screams could have put a squeak into the ear of a single member of the crowd. I joined the flee, even as the dead end for which we all headed was well known to me.

A large mass of water was moving towards me. At first, puddles at my feet were a mere nuisance. But as the trends went, things rarely got better, they merely worsened, and at times gave glimpses of hope with the intention of crushing them for added effect.

Soon, we all had to clinch the fence that lined the street, to keep from being washed away. It was the cruel torture of the deities. I always envisioned Armageddon rather generically, flames, monsters, and so forth. None such fantasies attended this destructions of existence.

Perhaps the gods felt, that if humans were at all correct in their description of the end that it would give us some arrogant sense of hubris and divinity. For all intents and purposes, I suspect no greater being would let those left to suffer the rath of the rapture feel the slightest bit of accuracy and truthfulness in their predictions before death.

The mind orders images by importance.

Tearing at the seams, only a celestial entity would be so merciless as to have the waters recede to a trickle and then once again return twenty feet overhead. Repeatedly we arrived on the verge of drowning and a blink away from breathing in the liquid. We endured valiantly. I can’t remember if it was hot or cold but pain engulfed us. Soon the water ended, and a slightly more frightening stage was about to begin.

Along the avenue hundreds of people regained their steady breathing rate and their footing on the deteriorating world. At the end of the causeway, maybe three hundred yards from where I stood, was a large vintage hotel. The earth shook and somehow instinctively I turned to look at the old high rise. Several individuals stood on the top balcony watching the hell down below. Another jolt from underneath and a piece of that balcony snapped. One poor soul fell immediately. Every spectator followed the corpse as it fell almost twenty stories. An eternity passed and thousands of eyes could only watch. How I longed to catch the falling stone. Lucidity is lost by our own perceptions, and so was this diminishing pebble.

The body hit hard. Even though I could not hear it from where I stood, the momentum it had gained along the way and as it disappeared below the sliver of a horizon gave doubt a bad reputation. Speculation was the truth here. My gaze returned to the top balcony where another hopeless soul clinged by one hand to a swinging piece of the broken balcony.

I would have run for the hotel, if my legs had not felt as if they were tightly wrapped or perhaps if her fate had not been sealed. It was sealed long before I had ever seen her. I sealed here fate, I know that only now. I had complete control and none to save her.

The metal she grasped broke free. She fell, rickashaying of the balcony below. As the scenario repeated itself with this other ill fated resident of the ledge, the sky ripped open just above the hotel. Everything near it was powerless to avoid the vacuum.

The falling stone slowly stopped in mid air. In an almost beautiful ballet it rounded its course and then began a rapid acceleration into the horror in the sky. Unfortunately I knew that hope was even more exhausted for the second stone. With the world winding down, nothing good could lay beyond that void. Perhaps the first stone was the luckiest of us all.

The mind often betrays us when we need it most.

Broken Computer

Sorry for not posting the scheduled blogs. My laptop charger decided to bend itself out of shape, so now every time I plug it in it begins to smoke and burn the rubber covering. In order to keep my room from igniting or smelling like burnt rubber, I refrain from charging my laptop. I have been brainstorming and outline chapter two of the legions greed. The working title for chapter two is "Sleepwalking". And if you haven't already noticed I changed the title of the first chapter.
I also have another story, which came to me in a dream, which I am very excited about. And as always the thoughts keep on piling up. So I should be out with all of those as soon as my new charger gets here.
P.S. Working at In and Out now (major drag). Good people, good food, good money, but for fuck sake way to much fucking work. I lifted more in one day there, than in the weight room during the whole volleyball season.
As usual, peace, reflections, honest words, and honest eyes: Sincerely
FaLCor

Schedule (For Upcoming Posts)

Upcoming Posts For the Month of July

July 16, 2008: Observations From Inside My Shit Storm Snow Globe: The Titties of Santa Monica

July 18, 2008: Thoughts (Karma Calculated)

July 20, 2008: The Legion's Greed (Chapter 2)

July 23, 2008: Thoughts (How much SHIT is too much SHIT)

July 26, 2008: New Story (Chapter 1)

July 27, 2008: Thoughts

EESTOR (Something to get Excited about)

In the past few years, a company called Electric Energy Storage has managed to do what scientists and engineers alike have thought only possible in the distant future. Electric Energy Storage (EESTOR) has produce what has commonly become known as an ultra capacitor. No, this has nothing to do with time travel and a FLUX capacitor, like the one in Back To the Future is impossible. However an utra capacitor it seems has been invented.

The company claims that their ultra capacitor, which essentially is a massively efficient battery with the ability to control large flows of electricity and store even greater quantities, will change everything. Personally, I think they’ve done it. If their product is successfully tested by the third party companies which have taken an interest in them, then life as you know it will change.

EESTOR is the buzz of the internet. Everyone is talking about them, and if you’re not, you are way behind. According to and EESTOR produced ad, the cost of a full charge of electricity to their battery will cost approximately 9.00 USD. This charge which will take 5 minutes t fill up will be able to power a car for up to 500 miles. Their math calculates this to be roughly .45 cents per the equivalent of a gallon of gasoline, which now runs for almost 5.00 USD.

Imagine it. No more gas stations. With custom outlets one could charge at home and never have to fill up again. You average fill up would drop from 60.00 US to 9.00 USD. Wow!

So is it just another version of the electric car? No. The electric car failed because, it didn’t have enough power, could not go fast enough, and it took forever to charge that little piece of shit. EESTOR has solved all of that.

Now many people have claims to have found solutions to all these problems but at this stage it appears as if EESTOR is the first to have held up their end of the bargain. EESTOR has recently proved the purity of their chemicals and the groundwork of their model.

In April of 2007 ZENN motor company invested 2.5 million dollars in EESTOR. Even more recently, on January 9, 2008, a company called Lockheed-Martin signed a contract with EESTOR for exclusive rights to use their EESU units in military defense and homeland security. As of yet not prototypes have been tested by Lockheed-Martin. However reports state that Lockheed-Martin toured the EESTOR facility and was more than impressed with the methodology.

The fact that very soon our government will be using the EESTOR EESU unites in our defense, gives a great level of credibility to the very steeply rising stock of EESTOR. When Lockheed-Martin signed the contract with EESTOR, EESTOR’s stock jumped 28%.

If this technology is successful and is integrated into the American Automotive industry as it is intended to, EESTOR will be the most valuable company in history. The world will change as we know it. The Middle East will lose its power as oil becomes useless. The infrastructure of developed nations will be forced to adjust, and oil lobbyist will be out of work. Our government slightly freer than it is today.

I’m not suggesting you rush out and put all your money in EESTOR stock. I merely suggest that you keep your eye on them. So that when the revolution starts, you will catch the roller coaster as it begins to tick up, and not when it hits its peak and begins the decent.

The Google Monster: (Political Views)

It seems to me as if google has been overlooked. Wal-mart has been given shit from nearly every angle. The main stream media, news papers as South Park in its epic episode to destroy "The Wal-Mart", have all had their turn at trashing Wal-Mart's endless thirst for driving out Mom and Pa shops.
Sure there is some merit to these arguments. Many small businesses have been outed by this immensely capitalistic force that has some strangely cultist practices. However it seems as if people have none of this distaste for Google's domination of the internet.
It all started as a search engine, and it seemed to work just a little bit better than the rest. But now, there is not a single idea out there that Google hasn't thought of first. From what I hear Google's next leap is out of cyberspace and into the air. They plan to corner the cell phone market by buying all the available air waves and releasing a phone that supposedly will blow the iphone out of the water.
So what is happening to our capitalist economy now? The same thing that is happening to our nations wealth. It is being accumulated. I definitely do not know the exact stat, but from what I remember (and I am sure you have all heard this), 90% of America's wealth is held by less than 10% of its population. To be honest I think it is even more severe than that, I just didn't want to be another exaggerating muck raker.
The fact is, the trusts of the past are back. Google, Walmart, cyberspace, and towns, although we overlook what has happened to competition on the net we are up in arms about what happens in our towns. Unfortunately the economy does not care where this is happening, just that it is.
I believe the value of the dollar will fix itself. If anyone has taken ECON in any sense, the foreign exchange market can never maintain a lopsided balance. However I do no believe that wealth can be redistributed without government action.
Once again, however, I must disagree with the democratic economic standpoint that people should be helped out financially. Nor do I believe that the social beliefs of the republican's should command any part of government.
America needs a libertarian party, to force people to embrace the "boot straps" policy of the republicans but make the trail easier than it is today. The ridiculously wealthy should be taxed heavily (they won't miss it).
I feel as if most of America shares the same beliefs, but because our government is always in tangles, and the rest of America is under educated, we are simply stuck.
And so here I am stuck. Pondering whether to sign up for a google account and try and earn money through their new Adsense program, and idea me and my friends thought was one of our original ones.

The Legion's Greed (Chapter 1)

Chapter One: Prometheus' Mistake

The wheels on an older model sports car screamed as it rolled to a stop. The motor stalled when the light turned green, the man inside jostled around, and eventually the vintage automobile rolled down the avenue. Adam Stunors’ glare followed the tires lazily.

“Even that piece of shit is better than the bus.” He grudgingly mumbled.

An elderly gentleman sat down on the bus stop bench where Adam impatiently waited. The wrinkled face slowly turned toward Adam. The man’s head jumped slightly back as if he had seen something shockingly strange in the blue suit, white shirt, and yellow tie that Adam wore.

“What is it?” Adam asked.

“Well, it’s you. What could a gentleman like yourself possibly be so stubbornly down about.”

“For all you know my whole family could have died this morning. How would you know?”

“Even so, that wouldn’t be enough.”

“Not enough are you mad. I know it was a hypothetical situation, but if I—“

“Shhh, complaints are for the greedy. Enough.” The seemingly absurd man stopped on a dime, and made a point of doing so. His eyes, now showing through his wrinkled face, starred straight into the sun that reflected of these soft blue globes. Standing up off the bench, he took a long deep breath, almost savoring it, as one would a delicate desert. He lowered his arms which stood erectly out from his body with his hands on his hips, unwrinkled his shirt and sat down once again.

“Fantastic another fucking homeless lunatic” thought Adam after the relatively unusual display.

“It was given to me when I was just like you, and now I will pass it on. But make no mistake it stays with me forever, as it will you.”

“What stays with you forever?” Adam, although quite sure the man belonged in a hospital, was curious as to what he was about to receive.

The man reached into a deep pocket that started at his hips and ended right above the knee. While Adam waited he estimated that the jacket this man wore was most likely two to three sizes too big for the degenerating human being.

“Ahhh. Here it is.” Pulling a fist from the depths of the brown coat pocket, the man extended a bony hand. Adam uncurled his fingers as he placed his pale tendrils a few inches below the fragile claw.

Faster than Adam expected, the bony fingers spread wide, and a small translucent object dropped down into his palm. Clenching his fingers to stop it from bouncing out, Adam Strunors’ now felt a warm smooth object between his fingers. He slowly opened his hand to find a small glass marble within. Adam postulated that the surprising warmth, which now faded, was a result of being buried so deep in the elderly man’s pocket, probably nestled against his body.

“What’s this?” confused and slightly disappointed, asked Adam.

“Enough!” shouted the man, “Enough, Enough, Enough.” His tone was not angry, nor in the slightest irritated. Instead he was shouting with joy, each repetition louder and with more glee than the last. Adam wiped off the spit that had jumped out of the raving man’s mouth and onto his suit coat when this creature shouted his fanatical words at him. He was almost frightened now, but feared an even worse reaction if he suddenly left the conversation.

“What do you want from me? What am I supposed to do with this?” Adam cautiously asked, hoping for a more sane response than the last one.

“Nothing. Wrong question. It most certainly is not what you do with it, but how you do it and that you attach importance to it.” The elderly man went cock eyed and glared at Adam piercingly. Grabbing Adam’s coat, he pulled him closer. He then whispered, “Although it has value in itself, it will always be as translucent as air without someone to understand that very value that lies in plain view.”

“What is it again?”

“I’ve already said too much. It is life, it is all you have, it is—“, once again as if god had pulled the needle of this broken record, perhaps because this tune was too scratched for the lyrics to come through clearly, the man stopped. “Well, that there, that is for you to figure out”

Stunned by the lucidity of these last few word, Adam didn’t even notice as the old man slowly climbed the steps of the number 11 bus, the same one Mr. Stunors had been eagerly awaiting. The elderly man looked back from the top of the steps and calmly proclaimed, “It is” pausing for another breath, “for you to figure. It means nothing if it’s handed to you, that’s the problem in the first place. I’m sorry and you’re welcome.”

Adam’s mind whirled but slowly came to a halt and his eyes watched his bus leave as his still disabled body sat rigidly. His shoulders relaxed and he peered down at what lay in the cracks of the palm of his still outstretched hand.

He thought about throwing it away. He thought about keeping it. He thought whatever it was, even if it had some meaning or power that it could only lead to being more similar to the freakish human being that just took his bus downtown. Adam watched the marble roll down his hand and into his pocket. Better not to think of it for now, he thought. Better to just go on with the day as usual, he reassuringly concluded. Adam shrugged and sat there, just as impatiently as ever, waiting for the next number 11 to come by.

Quote of the Day

I wrote this a while back, it is going to go into the short story called "Enough", i would give you more but I'd rather not ruin the story when I come out with it:

"Even nightmares are blessings, when you open your eyes."
(Enough)


I will hopefully be out with the first chapter of a story very soon.