Act 1 - Plans Within Plans
Servants of the Master
Book Two
(Watermelon Brain Trilogy)
Revelation of the Prophesy
Act 1, Scene 1
(Plans Within Plans)
Good day to you, I, Dove, shall relay to you these events as much work does Sylvia have, as soon you my small one, shall have revealed to you! Alas one door has shut, therefore another has opened, and we, the faithful and true of the Ancient One of Ages, thus, traverse along our course through this new door, progressing as we shall along His path for the completion of His plan by His Way.
Our visiting Sacred Forces were asked if they would linger with us within the calm of Sanctuary City to which no objection was uttered. Dove herself was much happy they agreed, Sylvia as well beamed her smile in agreement. We four departed from them and moved to our work and proceeded with that.
“Ah… all of… this?!” Sylvia’s face was of shock as she looked down the isle of rows of bookshelves, filled over their capacity with many journals placed atop the structure the others were cataloged in. “There… wow.”
Many thick journals stuffed the long row on either side of the area; the shelving was four foot two inches wide with a depth of shelf of 17 inches, each shelf division allotting 14 inches for book height to a height upon the shelf wood of three quarters inch and a three and one quarter toe lift at the bottom, giving the entire shelf unit a height of eleven foot and four inches total, under a ceiling height of seventeen feet.
Ladders were hooked upon sturdy piping that served as a rail and runner. These could easily be moved from row to row as well as slide down the line of shelving, four bookcases on one side, three on the other, twenty one rows deep.
“They need to be translated first, then compiled and arranged, collated, and organized into an order.” Husband of Sylvia Levinstein McGee offered to his still stammering bride.
In a winded voice Sylvia replied, “There has to be ten thousand books here!”
“Seven thousand three hundred and fourteen. Precisely.” Her husband endowed her with a warm and snickering grin. “I was called Enoch the Scribe for a reason.” He further explained.
She gawked at him now, her jaw slacked and opened her mouth a portion. “Funny, this…” She gandered down the isle they were in along the rows of books. “What is in these? Is it important, or just needs to be done over a few years… decades?”
“All my writings from… back home. These will become the Book of the Prophet Enoch in time, hasn’t been written yet. That is what we do now. Instead of doing magistrate work, we move to this now that that end is in good hands. Some we will separate out for later, Moses gets parts of that.”
Work, it progresses always along its true course, never slumbering, never varying in its path as the plan wend along with us. Sylvia moved forward in the area under where Lydia and Hudson had their first Shabbat together in, hidden treasures in the ground, safely hidden from the hands of man and their vile wicked ways, the ways of humanity, is the way of sin, the way of man, earns sin, and the wages for these sins, is death… eternal.
This eternal death is without end, for it is also without beginning after one has been through the threshing fork of His Servant and they are pressed out of G-d in His wine press and expelled from the Orb of heaven, experiencing not even the passing of time as trapped they be in a single moment of judgment and agony that will never end, as it has also, never began for outside of the Orb of existence, there is not even time to pass. Sylvia picked up a random book and paged through it.
“I… I can read this… this isn’t Hebrew, but, I don’t remember learning… never mind.” Sylvia said as memory ceased in its failing, causing her sudden change and understanding. Her head popped up fast as she looked back towards her beloved. “This is original isn’t it? I mean, the language, when there was only one, Venusian? Right?”
“Eden then, Venus many years latter, but you know this and, correct.” He returned in answer. With a face of understanding, Hudson waited for Sylvia to look at things, ask her questions and simply, ponder what she saw.
She took a thicker book from the double layered shelf and started reading in it, chuckling at times. Hudson came to her and read over her shoulder, keeping quiet only observing what of his writings she was partaking of. He smiled as he remembered the time she was viewing now. At one point, having read several pages, she thumbed a spot in the book and gingerly moved to a back section to see the notes indicated there; her eyes danced, concern, understanding, as well as a hint of aggression as our Sylvia read.
“That’s why He did the Tower of Babble… they were going to start doing everything all over again… tower to the heavens… it wasn’t a tower to G-d like some say, they remembered how to do some of the stuff the tainted agents taught; the bricks over stones, they knew how and were trying to take over the planet, again.” Sylvia reasoned, correctly she did reason this event out. Her eyes fell to the ground. “Bricks, hidden in plain sight, it was more than just bricks, cement, mortar; if they can make bricks, then steel, swords, machines, yeah, they could have done it all.”
Nodding Hudson was as she looked deeply into her lover’s eyes, a dripping sadness and pain behind his eyes as thoughts of a long ago and forgotten time echoed in his mind. “Word of mouth is a powerful thing. We were never meant for pen and ink.”
“How… how can this not be written yet? I’ve read the Book of the Prophet Enoch, I… think?” Sylvia was having a small yet brisk reflection of understanding and needed to try and focus on this, she could not though; this is of men, not we Little Girls. We cannot endure.
“We build it and lay it out, G-d will decide what goes where and reveal things as He decides; we are but the witnesses and workers.” He stated to his worry faced bride.
“We have three and a half years to finish, shut up and get to work Sylvia.” She put up as her interpretation of events now occurring in her days.
Presenting to her the smile of reward Sylvia Girl desired, she came to him and clasped his hand as he led her off saying, “But not now, other things to finish, just a heads up. This we do together, how’s your typing these days?”
“Ah…” She looked up at him, “slower than my handwriting?” She offered as her eyebrow raised answer.
“Now you know what you will be working on when not on the other projects, get that typing speed up. I can dictate directly and record some of it, speed things up some.” Hudson offered. “We, have three and a half years, after this project is done. We, shall prepare and carry on with our objectives at this time.” He presented.
Looking back as they ascended the stairs to leave, a comment on this topic Sylvia slid out. “You know, Dove is faster than I ever have been on keyboard stuff, we could organize it all then get the whole darn staff to type it up, going to weigh more than sixty pounds though; hammer-fist the thing out, then we can edit once it is in the data base.”
Looking to her mates eyes, she sighed. “Once we get the plans out of Dove’s head, she needs to be on that and Shadrach, where there is one, yeah, never mind. Just hopeful.” She arrived at.
“After this mission.”
“Oh, so… Sylvia shuts hole now.” Yarp, she does say that often, and now, actually does.
--- Servants Of The Master - Act 1<> Scene 2 ---
“Who is this a statue of and why are you… taking a piece of it?” Little Sylvia asked as she watched her man go to the statue of Benjamin Franklin and removed a part of his face, that had resembled hair of the statue, that was now more looking of being a heads up microphone. It is not.
“The tongue of Mozart.” I, Dove stated as I observed Hudson removed from the mouth of this statue, the tongue. This part does go in the mouth of Dove.
Hudson chuckled at Dove, he knew she knew the pieces have been hidden in plain sight; Dove did help with this artistic design to hide, Sylvia did as well, though knew not she was doing so. Crafty our men are.
“The stick from the Cotton Candy sign, for the plastic cotton candy design?” Sylvia shrugged. “Why not, we do love our spun sugar.”
“Yeah, and try to make your men fat by handing the lions share to us.” My charming man offered, though inaccurate, only of humor. We do not desire fat men.
“Never have we asked you eat this.” I, Dove, offered.
“Neither have you asked it be thrown away, so… what do you think we’ll do with it?” Shadrach inquired of his bride.
Sylvia and Dove together shrugged. Sylvia had answer that Dove agreed with. “I don’t know, just don’t want it in my hand else I will eat more, get sick, and fat myself.” She shrugged again as she looked to I whom nodded in agreement. “Guess I never really thought about what I expected Hudson to do with it.” She giggled. “Maybe we should switch men for handing it off, I’ll give mine to Shadrach from now on, you can hand yours to Hudson. You know, mix it up a bit.” She laughed now.
Shadrach looked to her with a bemused face. “Oh, so you want to make me fat while Dove fattens Hudson up, doesn’t change anything Sylvia.”
Sylvia Girl shrugged. “Give you something different to whine about, ‘Hudson, Sylvia’s making me fat’ instead of blaming Dove. I don’t know, just…” She flagged her hands and never finished.
From the classic 1918 car displayed on the main entry into the park, the crank in front was removed, placed in the hole near the rear, turned and a box dropped from under. Dove picked it up and held it for Hudson.
“Sylvia, unscrew the antenna from the front.” Hudson told her, which she moved to do.
Sylvia snickered. “Figures, was going to say something, no antenna on a car from this age, no radios in cars then. Now I get it, hidden in plain sight.” She shook her head in amusement.
All the pieces were accumulated, and Dove helped Hudson assemble the reader, while Sylvia, once memories opened, assembled the power device. This was a programming feature Hudson built, Dove helped with this. Dove is in her own brain, so is Sylvia, though she knows this not yet. Knock knock, who is at the door and knocks? The Knocker.
One little mouse, scurries across the desert floor, into the sand this mouse hides, and is unseen, though the mouse remains. Hence, right after, another mouse scurries across the desert floor, this mouse hides near a rock, and like the first, hides in sand.
The buzzard soars above, these mice he has observed and knows their hiding places and goes to devour the first mouse, as it is in sand, not rock, and will be easier to grasp and eat from. The buzzard took time in consideration of the two mice thus.
The buzzard dives from a-high, tucking in its wings for speed to gain to take the hidden mouse in sudden surprise. Talons grasp at the sand and clutch that which is hidden in the sand. The viper is an asp that bites the buzzard now that it has been harshly removed from the sand, above the mouse hidden under the asp, which does not eat mice.
The buzzard drops the viper, not seeing it fall as the venom is beginning and disorientation is crawling in for the buzzard whom is still hungry, and even now more-so because, he is bitten. Remembering the mouse that hid among stones, no viper nor asp will reside among the rocks in hiding, for on the rocks they gather their warmth, their food is not here.
The buzzard sights in where the mouse hid; the mouse now stands upon the rock of its salvation, looking the tempting and tasty morsel for the buzzard to consume. Dive he does again, this time with more speed and drive as the mouse sits with its back towards the sky the buzzard descends in, wind gathering in sound through the lines of the bird now at terminal velocity, soon to snatch the mouse from the rock and fly past where it sits as it takes its life from it.
The venom of the asp has confused the buzzard, the mouse is a mirage, no mouse hides atop a rock when a hunter is about; the buzzard saw what it desired in its failure, stoned from the venom, blissful in fulfillment of desires perceived only to be hollow and plastic, and the rocks the truth of a false hope in the end as the buzzard then dashes himself against the rocks where no mouse resides, as the mouse, found its safety elsewhere, away from where the buzzard was hunting while the buzzard chased that which looked easy, but was the trap. A trap of its own design.
The buzzard dies of its own lies, knowing it was poisoned and not right, yet still chased its desires, though it knew it would die. The mouse would not cure the poison it already knew would take its very life and in greed pressed on, choosing to die of the lie over the painful death of reality, the poison’s slow death.
“Hidden in plain sight, Hudson, sometimes bro, heh…” Shadrach was having his moment now seeing what we had assembled as they stood together in the underbelly of the city, and knowing this device well as he had used much the same on this Little Girl and THAT Little Girl. Dove was in her lounge, ready.
“You’ve been working with him for eons Shadrach, this shocks you? I’m not even phased in the slightest anymore.” Sylvia offered. Dove placed what was assembled where it belonged, waiting. All eyes moved to Sylvia at this moment.
Looking to Sylvia with much chide wafting from his eyes, bridegroom of Dove said, “Yeah, it does female; if you remember, the one at Silver Water, filled a room, we observed from the control room above; now he has it in nearly a hand held device, headgear, and a battery pack, yeah, this impresses me princess, should you too. Everything we did in the lab, is on Dove’s head now.”
“Oh.” Sylvia uttered with blank amazement.
“Oh, yeah, talk less, wonder more. Guy is fucking amazing, allow me my wonderment, I rather enjoy it, so does Dove, she helped him do it.” Shadrach scolded with, and right he is.
She looked to him hard. “Hey, I thought that was just that crown like thing you guys put on us on the table, yeah I get it, I’m amazed now too! Didn’t know this was the entire room in… that?” She returned, now grasping, the command council for our brains, had been reduced to, headgear.
“Yet you keep forgetting your failure at the cave, where you faced Darth Vader, blah, blah, blah.” Shadrach issued with a side look. “Don’t worry sister, in about ten seconds, you’ll get yours. Knock, knock puddin’ head.”
Hudson sighed, then turned on the device and from my brain…
Hey, Shadrach now, yeppers, Dove is being… downloaded now so, my fling here. Sylvia is grating on me some, figured that out yet? Shit she don’t know, bout to bite her in the ass, and its teeth are long and sharp. This is hard for Hudson and I, Dove is the strong one between our two girls right now, because her brain is oddly, the least fucked because, it’s the most fucked, hard to follow I know, try being in it. Shit, that sounds like something Sylvia would say. Trying to contain my worry basically.
“What the hell is that?” Sylvia nearly yelled. Yeah, she’s starting to see some shit now.
“That Sylvia, is a no longer theoretical cold fusion worm drive. Counter gravitational negative speed engine. Son of a bitch, you built it Hudson, you solved it.” Shadrach said in an amazed and stunned voice of someone about to pass out, because I very well just might. I looked at the angelic face of my bride. “Dove did this didn’t she?”
Hudson was shaking his head. “No.”
Shit-head stopped right there too. “Give Hudson, no? Sure wasn’t Sylvia and I that came up with that.”
“Ah…” Sylvia muttered half-ly.
Shadrach looked at Sylvia, her mouth was hanging open and slack, which usually happens right before some revelation of some means. Hudson raised an eyebrow at my statement.
“You’ve got to be shitting me Hudson? You got that from me?” I looked at Sylvia. “She’s just crazy, and… how?”
“Your power bong of fluid attempt Shadrach.” Hudson began. “You began with trying to just make a more efficient bong, less waste, and, you designed a better power modulator for the core, remember that? I took it further when Sylvia related it to a vacuum cleaner in a fog storm. You two came up with the idea.” He informed us.
I was lost in a moment. Just like the girls, Sylvia with games and dance for formulas, I had played my part along with her, without even knowing it. See, this guy, amazes me all the time. The way his mind works, love the guy.
“Ah, here, my bride, guess I’ll do the download.” I offered then started to reach to the controls.
“All finished husband, Dove is back online.” She said; did not like hearing that from her.
“No, Dove, love you squirrel bait, but, no, just you are back with us, no online shit, please?” I begged. Bad memories alright.
“Dove has returned!” And I hand this back to her.
“Sylvia Girl is the motor head, Dove Girl is the jet head, Sylvia built this in her mind, from a fan boat, and rope skipping.” Dove informs her sister.
“Fan boat and rope skipping? Really? All I see is pizza.” Shad offered.
Hudson snorted. “Yes, and it was your pizza analogy that worked like your flying squirrel and rotary turbine, your ideas became the matter distribution solution. Pepperoni and anchovies to be specific. The balance rod in the center, that was your…”
“Yeah, the spicy pepper thing… how, know what, never mind, glad I could help.” Shadrach ended with, seeing how Hudson uses us, even when we don’t know it, for inspiration. He’s just that way.
My bridegroom and Hudson shared a laugh.
“Well, if the balance rod is a spicy pepper, then we should toss dill pickles in around the sides to give it some bulk and help the fluid mass tighten up like Archie Bell and the Drells, little heavy tubular curved chunks in there, give it something to grasp and form up better, you know, tighten up.” Sylvia put out as she watched the image rotate and work. “Shoot, then we could use it to draw instead of push, suck gravity and then just rock cold bolts out the ass end. You know, kick it in the pants.”
“Mother fucker.” I, Dove swore like that, Sylvia blew Dove away, sad, silly Little Girl Dove, the Jet Set Girl, didn’t see this; dance the night away Syxy Sylvia did though, and it will work! “Shit the bed Sylvia Girl, yes! Inverted Jet! Push pull click click, slick as Shlick! Gravity works both ways! No thrust, suck!”
Blank were the faces looking upon this Dove girl. Sylvia didn’t even have a crack of wise for this. She should, I used two words she finds humor in. But, the eyes, no one has humor, they are…
“Oh, yes, see, with the negative speed concept, gravity, it attracts based on mass, it also has a repellent factor, equal and opposite, gravity doesn’t need a tailpipe, exhaust, so, it can be consumed via the singularity the worm drive produces, and only allow for the intake of force, no output.” Dove tried to explain from her vantage of physics.
“Singularity, that’s a black hole right?” Shadrach thought. “Not rotating… so, all suck, no blow and… ah, what is it actually sucking into it? Air?”
“Light, darkness, it is simply a sucking force. It has no mass, only force, gravity. It is full of nothing, like a politician.” Dove reasoned.
Laughter abounded around for a moment. Sylvia however, had not a giggle in her, rather, her face was lost in concept. Hudson saw this in her eyes and knew she had traveled without moving again.
“Yes Sylvia?” He posed, catching her attention, she looked at him then back to the 3-D print displayed on the hologram display device.
She pointed with a finger as she rocked her head. “If this creates a singularity, why don’t we front nine the bitch? It may not need a tailpipe, doesn’t mean we can’t give it one, like the first physics hole on the front nine, suck in on the rotary turbine cold bolt worm drive, exhaust out through the jet in the back, no need for the fuel car, induced cold fusion reaction via the worm jump. We shoot the gap. Basic fourth dimensional physics actually… what the fuck?”
Help herself Dove could not, giggles took me-self as I knew some of what was hidden in her brain, just as things were hidden in mine.
’Ah, Lovey Dove? Please leave the me-self stuff to Sylvia, and Lydia, please? Creeps me out hearing you say that.’ Shadrach asked of his mate, so I shall.
Hudson McGee was himself struck speechless as he showed to his bride, his slack-jawed face. “That… is brilliant Sylvia; absolutely brilliant, that is what we are going to do. Front nine the bitch.” His face I do not think, could have held a larger smile when he finished his praise of Sylvia, just being Sylvia.
“Is the train long enough though? Ah, Dove ended up, traveling quite a distance on her jump, right?” Shadrach was pondering as he looked to Dove. I smiled at him.
“Yes husband, Dove had to do much to control her travel, because it was not only in time, distance, dimension is also a factor in such travel; for this, time will be the current time, and dimension is the same, only distance is a matter of concern. The train will need to be three and three quarters cars longer, four will work well. Three quarters of a car would be silly.” I, Dove reasoned, then farted. “You were right Sylvia, Kim-chi is good, but it is gassy.”
The others laughed, and we moved from where Dove did this. Kim-chi, it is gassy.
We moved to the machine-shop area in the belly of the under-city. Here we would begin the prints that would now fill the walls, now that the files were out of my head. Sylvia had one set of printers working, I would soon have the other large printer putting out a print, this one was of the core for the centrifuge part of the cold fusion rotary turbine; a similar design would be for the jet, though it would be simpler than the rotary.
“So… why is the jet simpler than the rotary? Aren’t they pretty much the same mechanically? You know, complexity wise? Do we still need the rotary? It’s sucking in for force, why not just another jet then if it’s easier?” Sylvia offered from her consideration as we waited on the printers.
“We still need a drive line, jet won’t work for that.” My man informed her. “Air compressor, all the cars have air brakes.”
Sylvia’s face with her rounded mouth showed her sudden realization of this fact, air brakes, need air.
“The lines would be rotten though… rubber… …?” She thought. “Oh, no, why we can’t use vacuum lines, this was done after, fiber lines.”
“Right.” Shadrach responded. Nothing else would have survived the corrosive environment the train made it this far in. EMP is what did this liner in.
“So we also need air filters on this thing. Cannon packers, should filter enough crap out for it, that mesh is tough, and tight, yet breaths so the powder dries if it gets damp. Should work, right?” Sylvia offered for this.
Shadrach was thinking now. “Yeah, I was going to use regular filters but… yeah, I like that, cannon packers fabric, yeah, that would be better, won’t tear like paper filters.”
Hudson started looking off towards the windows of this office like room, Shadrach soon joined in looking and we followed after our men when they moved to the door. The prints would simply fall to the floor, we will retrieve them later.
There was an odd yet familiar sound coming from outside of this room, common outside of where we were, uncommon for where we were. It was marching. The marching of many feet, but not many, many feet; only many, which is much more than several, and a bit more than some. We were outside of the room into the main chamber where a pile of locomotive rust and gleaming flying squirrel were.
Not a word was uttered as we stood waiting, for what Dove knows not, the marching grew closer and drew nearer. Soon the sound was much louder and shadows of men showed on walls of the tunnel like area that was not a tunnel but rather just a long area of the chamber that was slightly narrowed, because of the actual tunnel beyond. They did not come from this tunnel though. They came from, an area near the back nine. Major Phelps looked to be in the lead, of, I’m going with 35 workers.
“Correct.” Major Phelps told Dove so the others would also know.
“Ah…” My man was smiling a touch with coy in his smirk. “These workers wouldn’t happen to be going to build the rotary while we take in the… ah, front nine? Back nine is cool too.” He was hopeful.
“Yes on building things, no on golf. You are leaving, Central City, Central Command, by way of Salem’s Gate. Depart, good evening.” Major Phelps said.
Shadrach drew both his Shadow Black swords. “It is morning and you are not G-d, (Redacted)!”
Dove knelt, Dove prayed, a shofar sounded from behind Dove. Sylvia now carries a small one with her for Hudson, at all times. She thought it was a good idea, it is.
“He’s busy, sent me to do His bitch work. Git.” Serenity said. “Made me leave my caboose. Git.”
And Satan, was gone. From the other direction, marching, different, and…
“Forty two craftsmen.” Sylvia stated factually.
“Correct.”
Because, he never repeats himself needlessly.
Tuesday and Wednesday walked up from the other direction. Wednesday spoke. “Mister Hashem, where would You like we servants to set the water tanks and snack stand up at for the others?”
“Sylvia, Dove, help your sisters, show them the best place.” Major Phelps told we Little Girls, and we did, showing His Little Girls where we did the same for our men. Dove is happy.
“Good job Bad Dog, you are allowed to bite.” Major Phelps told my grinning Guard Dog Shadrach. He knows the dark one’s stench. So does Dove.
“Not to mention, no way would You have someone do all the work for us.” Shadrach smiled. “Craftsmen, to make perfect, all the parts we need, so we can assemble them here, disassemble them here, and put them together in the field perfect the first time. That is how You would do stuff Major Phelps… sir.” He smirked at the end. “Forgive me, it felt funny at the time, considering…”
“I didn’t work this time. You did. Allowed. I don’t like this, I don’t like this one… small… bit.” Major Phelps retorted. The quick smile thing was issued as Sister Sylvia would say.
“Dove-” Dove looked to Master Phelps. “No.”
“Yes Master. Dove apologizes.”
Sylvia moved, beside her man she came to stand; Dove seeing this, did the same. Sylvia is always proper in these things; much observing her has helped Dove. I should write in this, so when she proofs these words, she knows how much she has helped me, without knowing, until now.
Sylvia has been a most wonderful teacher to this small one, in the examples of her life, her mannerisms and tendencies; they reflect of her spirit, which is of G-d. Dove would not have made it this far if it were not for the strength in G-d and her Teacher that Sylvia displayed to Dove, when together they endured that which was our fiery furnace… Silver Water.
“Um… Master, ah, heh, what gives? What happened and why; we are going to do exactly what it said, already knew that.” Shadrach shrugged. “The dude gone whack or what? I need this explained to me; sorry, feel like Luke right now.”
“Skywalker or the apostle?” Major Phelps of all people cracked. Dove’s eyebrow would not stay down now.
My man shrugged. “Either one honestly.”
Major Phelps, snickered. Shadrach smiled large; he made G-d laugh.
“Timing, Mine is perfect, his way is to try and trifle with My ways; all things work to My timing. Always.” And… what else would he expect for an answer?
Sylvia, true, but…
You were about to say the same thing Dove, admit it, weren’t you? Sylvia put in against Dove’s wishes, but Dove has done the same, dastardly Sylvia, she has me!
Yes, but I was going to try and phrase it differently… but… how?
’Girls, wax on, wax off.’ Hudson interjected.
“There is something you need to be shown Enoch, Shadrach suspects, it is his worry that concerns Me at this moment, it is time for this to be revealed. Thunder must sound, even if the lightning is unseen, the thunder will sound.” Major Phelps stated with a high tone of import for meaning of the words spoke.
“Muskrat Suzie, and Muskrat Sam.” Sylvia confused Dove with? I knew the song, as I knew all songs Sylvia and Lydia knew, but the relevance of this reference, Dove knew nothing for this that was reasonable.
“Flea Bag and Spiffy…” Shadrach and Hudson said together as Sylvia Girl nodded in agreement and I, little Dove, missed the mark.
I had not considered our two waifs and their near demise. Yes, it is time; Dove knew what they suspected, Dove however, knows what they worry about, is real. They will experience fear. Dove cannot. This is only a programming feature within Dove, Shadrach’s sin has been forgiven, and will be revealed… soon.
“Oh. We should execute them now, it will be easier.” Dove said; truth is what she said, they, those others with Dove, gasped.
“The same was said of you Dove. Shut your fucking hole, that is an order you will obey.” Hudson of all said to small insignificant dove. She wet herself because of his eyes. Enoch was upset.
Enoch knew already. Hudson would know then also. Dove was in trouble it seemed. Dove had said nothing and… Dove knew. Dove could smell the truth. Dove looked to her protector… he was looking hard at Enoch… he was siding with Enoch, because Enoch stood beside G-d. What had small Dove done?
The light was bright, there wasn’t ground, but three trees were here, and a voice. “Dove.” The voice said.
“Yes? I am Dove… who is calling Dove?” Dove looked around. “Did you call Dove Mister?”
“Yes. Don’t fret Dove, you have done well, you said nothing because you were to say nothing; Hashem clouded your mind so you would not speak. Get to work.” Yehoshua told me. And I was with the others again, and quiet.
We had been walking while Dove was being corrected. Hudson had led us to the doors into the medical level’s secured area, now in lock-down code double red. Symbiants were inside.
“Cyber-Dream Hudson, full boat of Silver Dream in em. We’ve got em held, you were right. Double scan showed it, had lock on before we triggered it. What do you want with them now?” The doctor, now in a black Shatter Guard uniform reported when he came to where we were, Hudson specifically.
The Major the Doctor was, by uniform, eyed Hudson then wilted, again. “Fuck me Hudson…” his eyes went to me, ending on Sylvia, again… “never mind princess, just, fuck, I’m going back to work, your mess Hudson, nuff said.” And he left in a rush.
Shadrach, scoffed and laughed. I just stood there. Sylvia was lost, she was against her memory blocks, where Lydia began. I had the reverse of this, my blocks were where Polly was. Sometimes…
“How much do you willingly remember Sylvia, about our situation before all hell broke loose? Phones, tech, cheap shit from China? Self driving cars, AI, all that fun shit?” Hudson was asking; I Dove had to do my double take, he was sounding like my man at this moment in time, tone with the words and voice to meter the same as Shadrach when he spoke of this world and its ways.
“Tech and…?” Sylvia was confused some by this question, not expected at all considering, working regular pre-cell phone phones were something new now.
Speaking of my mate, he was not silent now either. “Yeah, can you hear me now? Remember that ad for that phone company? People so involved with their phones, they would text the person they were sitting beside. Call your mom in the front yard from the back, face book web pages, everyone had their names someplace. Fools names, like fools faces, always appearing in public places. Couldn’t shit without someone posting something about your shit.
“Social warriors, destroying peoples lives because they were pissed about something. People were lazy as fuck, automating everything, customer service, was a robot, then, well, what did the automation need with us? It was made to serve us, didn’t need us in the end it decided. That shit, remember any of that princess? Dancers? Nope, AI could do that, didn’t even need extras in movies, or actors. Sets for that matter. All computer generated.”
“Carrying that phone around, causing cancer, people to grow horns to compensate for ‘text neck’ another made up disorder, like the mental disorders that were simply hedonism and gender dysphoria they called transgender. People dissecting themselves for the societies sickness, men becoming women, women surgically being made male and thinking they should be accepted because of their mutilation.
“After changing your sex, what’s having a cyber implant put in so you can link your brain to your phone, don’t even need your hands to answer a call, or drive your car. All via a computer that you control, that is programmed by someone you don’t control. Brilliant plan.” Hudson offered.
Shadrach was nearly hissing when he spoke. “All that tech, now installed in its slave-master, humans. Nothing to stop them from taking over the tech installed inside their masters and becoming their own masters. Oldest sin there is. We created our own monsters and our own demise. Destroyed our own planet, because of greed and laziness. Remember that princess? Ready to see the reality of greed and mankind?”
Sylvia did not remember, Lydia did, but she didn’t want to tell Sylvia about it. She liked Sylvia, and was protecting her from the world she had died in. She needed to let Sylvia see the truth the… please Lydia, let Sylvia see, we need her to see Lydia, please, Dove begs you Lydia.
“Guess we need to get moving, Central City by way of Salem’s Gate, by way of… Central City.” Shadrach stated in a tone of extreme depression. “Son of a bitch, that’s why, he wanted us to leave early…” He looked to this small one, his bride. “And you knew what happened to Flea Bag and Spiffy, our odd couple, was extra odd. You kept it shut.” He nodded in a vexed manner as he eyeballed Dove.
I felt peace.
“Makes sense.” He reasoned, then looked to Major Phelps. “I’ll let Sven and Ollie know, we’ll be heading out within an hour.” He chuckled. “That’ll make the big guy happy, he’s been getting antsy.”
Sylvia was still confused, as can be expected; things had been revealed, but not explained as to what the revelation was. “Ah, what the hell is Silver Dream and cyber stuff? Lost me here, please?”
Major Phelps was addressing General Shadrach of Sacred Forces Command at present. “You will depart with the Finnegan’s with your helpmate and shan’t return until after the completion of this portion of your duty. The McGee’s will see to their duty in the wilds on their way to visit friends in Central Command’s Command Central within Central City near the Central Core. This is your time to depart from your homes. I will be with you.”
--- Servants Of The Master - Act 1<> Scene 3 ---
“This is heavy.” Dove said to those standing pointlessly with her. We were doing nothing but standing here, in our living room we four servants shared in the home of the Magistrate which we still resided in as the Periwinkle’s were happy where they were, near a pond with ducks.
Sylvia Girl shrugged. “Eh, feels normal. Haven’t worn ‘gear’ for some time.” She looked around the room for some reason. “Just out of shape Dove, we’ve been… well we’ve been working just not, you know, packing it on our back working. Couple days, it’ll be just like… ah, um, we’ll get used to it.” She looked off. Her mind was messing with her in ways she didn’t want to face, and some ways that Lydia wasn’t allowing.
“Ding-Dong-Dingery Twang~” emitted into the room.
“What did you do to the doorbell Sylvia?” Shadrach inquired.
She pointed at sweet Dove; sigh, she ratted me. “She said it was in need of tuning, I agreed.”
Both we Little Girls giggled, our men groaned as Sylvia moved to the door. “I got it. How’d you get the twang?”
“Slide on the clapper return swing to a banjo string.” I revealed.
“Oh…” She looked thru the opening of the door. “Yes?” A man gave her a note in an envelope as he told her, he had a message for her. “Thanks.” She said, closed the door then returned. “Messenger, message.” She stated as she held the envelope out to Hudson whom took it, and opened it.
“Major Phelps, pre-mission meeting, in the ready room.” He read, then looked up. “Ready room?”
Shadrach chuckled. “I know what He means. The office at the Hideaway. Gazebo? I called it the ready room… well a few times. Where we meet when He tells me the ready room, never mind.” He was blushing a little.
“Oh.” The rest of us.
Sylvia: “I’ll grab snacks.” Dove: “I’ll get drinks.” Shadrach: “I’ll bring some cannabis.”
“Already have some out there.” Hudson stated, and we moved to the meeting.
We were all situated around the table in the gazebo that Hudson setup and waiting patiently when Major Phelps arrived via a small boat onto the sand of the beach in front of Sylvia’s Hideaway. With Him, Ollie and Sven.
“Good afternoon, this is nice. Come gentlemen, we shall join our friends in the gazebo.” Major Phelps announced as He departed the boat, followed by Sven and Ollie.
Drinks were dispensed by Dove and Sylvia served, “Cheese cake, delightful, good choice Lydia.” Major Phelps praised.
“Thank you My Master.” She humbled herself with her hands clasped in front of her, eyes down as she waited. “This One is glad to be of service.”
“Dove, if you would, under the bench seat, north wall, the tube, in it you will remove the maps stored within and place them on the table.” Major Phelps instructed and Dove did so as Lydia watched and spoke not a word.
“Ah, yes, Central Corridor, their supply road north. Their eyes are not heavy on this road, they value not what we provide from the northlands. They see us as worthless, waste.” Ollie stated as he viewed the map.
He pointed at a line on the map then tapped at it several times as he spoke. “Central Highway the roadway to the south, that is protected with much heavy. They keep this lane clean for their Ion cannons and laser implants. To the north, they only seek to protect themselves from the north. Even our goods they receive, are routed from the south. Single minded their plans.” This discussion was close to forty minutes.
Sven was nodding as Ollie relayed his thoughts on the city and how they operated. His head stopped short, his eyes moved to Lydia. “The cunt is back. I’m leaving, everyone not with this thing, now, on my six, we are vapor.” And we moved with, Dove and Shadrach also must exit this time and place. I am sorry, this will hopefully be relayed. Sylvia is not with us, Lydia won’t help, she cannot. The furnace doors have been closed. Coal is what is being used to heat this furnace. Look to Sylvia Lydia, she is your only hope.
--- Servants Of The Master - Act 1<> Scene 4 ---
“This looks like something Sylvia would have designed.” Shadrach commented as he looked upon the ride being offered we two servants by Sven.
Dove was shaking her head and about to speak.
“No Dove, no, alright. You’ve been keeping it shut, continue to do so, nuff said.” Her mate told Dove.
She did not understand, but this was a programming feature, and sin. But necessary. I think.
“Get in the back Dove, you’ll handle the Nav system, this Prairie Land Screamer needs live action at top end. We’ll meet Ollie at Carver’s field.” Shadrach instructed, thus he knew this was Lydia’s design, not Sylvia’s.
Dove saw now, and understood, a little anyways.
“Right, well, we catching up with Hudson at the lake or Carver’s? Ollie never said before he took running.” Sven looked back. “Moogy’s gone another route, not sure what’s in her bonnet, she didn’t even tell Ollie this time, nor me so…” He ticked his head once. “Ah, fudge.”
“Lake Woebegone is where we go together, so, he’ll show there because, that is where Dove and I will be, thus…” Shadrach reasoned as, where there is one, there will be the other.
Sven chuckled. “Aye, got a point scruffy, got a point. Get in, we’ll be moving now.” He looked to this small one. “You know how this system of Hudson’s works right girly? Just remember, it’ll do more than he told you it will. That’s Hudson’s designs. Play rough with it, he built it for that.” He ended laughing as he moved away from us.
Dove girl did know how Hudson built these things, because, Lydia and Moon Unit, made the designs that Hudson built from, we are the tools Hudson built with, therefore, we know best the limits of our designs in our Master’s build.
“Hyper Drive active and available husband, Dove designed this shit. They know not the power of the Prairie Land Screamer, unplugged version. Dove has removed the limiters Lydia engaged for safety. We are hedged in and have not need of these safety features husband, in short, kick it.” Dove advised.
“Ah…” Shadrach uttered from the driver’s seat portion of the cigar of speed, “sure, right, whatever, hyper active, liquid Swartz, gotchya, punching it Martha.” And, one hundred forty miles per hour, was three seconds away for we inside the screamer, where there was screaming laughter as we enjoyed the acceleration of the beast Lydia built with Dove in her brain.
