Archive for August, 2018

Oops

I have no material for today.

Sucks. I know. Imagine how I feel.

Anyway, granny forgot some groceries, and needs to go for a spin…

Meanwhile, I’m working on a few half cooked ideas for next week.

Take care, A.

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Rings of Fate S3xE7 – Destiny – Heritage (pt.5)

Below, Jonathan sat on the now destroyed desk of the governor, water pouring down on him. A furious voice was audible from inside that room. “What the hell is going on?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking.” Jonathan growled at the governor, looking up he nodded at Alfred. Being King would have one perk to it. I could stick it to this pinhead.

Ben was astonished to see Mr. Hummington so soon, he had said that he wanted to conduct the fake survey with the heirs, which should take up some time. Now he was back in his office a mere day later, and he reeked. The once expensive suit was ruined, and apparently so was the mood of the english gentleman. “What happened to you?”

Alfred looked down on himself. “A mishap in the sewers.” Was the short reply, Benjamin connected the appearance of Mr. Hummington with the complete failure of the ceiling in the governors office. “However, I came here to tell you that I, on behalf of what once was the CHF, am cancelling the royal heritage programme. I had the pleasure of talking with a few of them so far, and none were interested even remotely in bringing back royal families.”

Glad to hear it Benjamin still raised an eyebrow. “Some, but not all of them? Do not misunderstand me here, I am as relieved as can be, but you should follow up on your mission, even if that means that you get negative answers all the time.”

Looking at the chair at the desk in the makeshift office of the Admiral, Alfred politely asked if he may sit down.

“It would be of little consequence if I follow it through or not. One of the heirs made it clear that he wasn’t interested, although his grandmother had revealed the secret to him. Thinking of it as archaic and outdated for a society that has evolved past that.”

Leaning forward Benjamin folded his hands before his face, resting it against them. “He knows?”

“Yes. His grandmother had revealed it to him on her deathbed. I only confirmed her story with my survey.” Looking discretely at the garments the Admiral was wearing Alfred felt uncomfortable with the thought of having to wear something like that from now on.

“Has he revealed his secret to anyone else?” Softly Alfred shook his head. “Not that I know of. Why?”

Shrugging his shoulders Benjamin leaned back again. “So, if you are not going to follow through with the inaugurational programme, what will your duties be now?”

Handing the Admiral a tablet Alfred rose again, he had been careful as to not spoil the chair or the desk, but he couldn’t help that little flakes of dirt fell off his trousers.

“Turning part of your ship into a museum. Once we have arrived of course. I need to go through the inventory first, of course.”

Nodding in approval Benjamin handed the tablet back. “We will prospect suitable spaces. Now, would you care for a change of clothes?” Smiling broadly the Admiral rose, with a few types on the tablet on his desk, he cancelled the appointment with the lawyers, as it seemed moot now.

No matter how much soap he used, the stench of the waste water that had poured down on him didn’t seem to go away. Frustrated Jonathan sat down in a chair in his quarters, nothing but a towel around his thighs, he was dripping.

Perhaps the stench had washed off, and he only smelled it because his brain told him so? Looking at his wrinkly fingers he pondered for a moment.

Nothing about his resolution had changed, he still was against bringing back royalty, even though his grandmother’s claims had been verified. Should the other heirs be told?

He decided to ask someone who was not affected by the question on a command level, or a political level. Or a personal level.

“Another booty call?” Petronella grinned into the camera. After all it was well past midnight. “I would never say no if that is what you want, but in truth I have a question.”

Yawning and checking the time Petronella shrugged her shoulders, telling him she’d be at his place in a few minutes. Enough time to take another shower.

Governor Egger marched up and down his office. His forefathers from earth had banned members of their former royal family from any political offices, after the monarchy fell apart. Although the initial plans of the CHF was dropped, he still felt obligated to push the issue forward.

Royals should be banned from political offices, or the position of Admiral in his opinion. The anonymity was an issue for him. “You wanted to speak to me?” Alfred entered the office.

“Yes.” Governor Egger offered the man a seat, he had envisioned him to be wearing something other than normal civilian garments. “It is about the royal heirs.” Having figured as much Alfred nodded, before the Governor told him about his idea.

“The identities of the heirs is a secret, dear Governor, and it will remain this way.” Eloquently spoken Alfred was lenaing forward to get up when the Governor rose his hand. “Why are you insisting to keep this a secret? A day ago you wanted to bring them into public, inaugurate them.”

“I was given to understand that their exposure would diminish their live’s quality, career prospects. You yourself serve the best argument to keep it this way. If they do not know their ancestors identities, there can be no harm in them eventually rising to be governors, Admirals, or what not. Your, slightly racist motion to bar them from offices, despite their current anonymity and oblivious state, is the best argument to keep them anonymous.” Alfred stood up. He straightened his garments, as he would’ve with his suit, old habits.

“Don’t underestimate public demands and their power.” Governor Egger growled, still sitting. “Oh, I am not Governor, this is why I have deleted the list of names. It can’t be hacked, found or retrieved. It is lost. The Admiral has taken steps to eliminate all records from the databanks that could give them away due to my steps to identify them. Good day.” Aggravated the governor watched Alfred walk to the door where he stopped. “Oh, and the participants of my survey were sworn to secrecy by the Admiral, not to reveal the contents of the survey, nor that they participated in it. So please, do not bother trying to call them out.”

With a sharp hiss the door closed behind Alfred, as if to mock the governor even further.

A mask sat on Jonathan’s face, to protect him from the bright light of his welding. Behind it he did not see much of his surroundings, except the welding he was working on. Sitting on a scaffold he worked on one of the pipes that had ruptured the waste water facility. Below him other men worked on the floor, to shield the governor’s office from any further accidents.

He listened to some tunes on his head gear, so he took no notice of the other workers being sent out.

“Mr. Carlisle?” Shocked at the sudden tap on his foot from below he let out a sudden scream. “Admiral?!” Short on breath and holding on tight to the railings of the scaffold Jonathan needed a moment to get over the sudden burst of Adrenalin.

“What brings you to these smelly parts?”

With a smile Benjamin climbed onto the scaffolding too, and sat down next to Jonathan. “You, actually.” Jonathan, meanwhile out of his mask, looked at the pipe with a bland expression. “So Mr. Hummington told you. Am I now being handed my list of restrictions?”

“No.” Benjamin smiled, looking at the pipe, secretly inspecting the work. “I came to ask whether your sister knows. Or your cousins?”

Jonathan sighed in relief. “Gran was lying on her dathbed, and made me promise not to tell anybody, except them. Once she was dead however, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Out of fear they’d dismiss it as either something I made up, or something she dreamed up.” Seeking a sentiment of understanding in the Admirals expression Jonathan turned to look at the tall black man at his side.

“I feel divided about this subject matter. On the one hand I completely understand you. On the other, I have a baseball sitting in the command center, I look at it every day I walk into that room, it belonged to my great grandfather. It will go to one of my nefews, or my adopted children once I die. I take pride in that heritage, although he was no major league player, nor is it a special ball from his best game. You should take enough pride in that heritage of yours to entrust your family with it.” Looking at Jonathan now Ben raised an eyebrow as his smile dimmed a bit. “But don’t spread it outside your family, or else some governors will hand you a list of restrictions, sooner or later.”

After the talk about heritage, Benjamin informed himself about the extent of the damage, and how soon normal operstions in the beta water reclamation cycle can resume.

The fact it would take probably the rest of the journey to patch it together again, was one that he disliked, but couldn’t change. Even after that, beta water reclamation would never be what it once was, unless the entire system was deconstructed and rebuilt from scratch.

A feat that could only be achieved once they were at their destination and had access to raw materials.

Still feeling uplifted, Benjamin walked into the command centre, glancing to the basball in the corner, smiling even a bit more.

“Sir? We are reaching the deceleration point.” Csilla looked up from her console. “Perfect! Just in time. Anything new?”

He lounged in his chair a moment later, as Csilla discretely cleared her throat, directing his attention to his console.

Sensors had picked up a foreign object relatively close to their course.

Size and composition suggested it was a ship. But none that they could identify. “Care for a closer look?” He wrote a short text message back, not to draw the attention of their colleagues in the command centre.

Moments later a probe launched from subalpha, taking speed and headed directly to the strange vessel.

Prohibited

My city’s public transportation has issued a prohibition on food in the subway, after a series of complaints about the smell.

There are two things about this that piss me off.
1. That this rule has to be made. Not so long ago it had been common courtesy not to eat (smelly) foods in the subway (trams or busses). Now it needs to be enforced. But hey, it had also been courtesy once to let people get out of the car before going in, soooo…
2. People are reacting as if the public transportation company forbade them to eat PERIOD. There are people and outlets acting as if now commuters would have to starve to death! If your daily intake of calories depends on your commute, you’re in more serious trouble then a prohibition on food in the subway.
Now. Stuff that food away, clear the doors, enter, go.

Take care,

A.

Rings of Fate S3xE7 – Destiny – Heritage (pt.4)

“Apparently the reservoir isn’t the only thing damaged.” Jonathan mumbled, more to himself. In his hand he held a tablet and a sensor in the other. Influenced by the bulge in the reservoir, a pipe had been displaced, caused a small fracture in it so wastewater was leaking out of the treatment facility. Following the draining of the reservoir the treatment plant had been shut down, as water treatment was turned over to the individual pods, but there still was plenty of water, treated and untreated, in the system.

Directly beneath the facilities were the offices of the governor, enclosed in the ring’s own structure, not a pod.

Wanting to take a look with his own eyes Jonathan looked over the railing. Letting out a whistle he wrinkled his forehead. No wonder the governor had a soggy ceiling.

Turning to the ladder he sighed, knowing he would have to go down there, take more readings, possibly assess the damage first hand.

Slowly he descended towards the waste water. In his rubber pants he was safe from direct contact with it, but only to a certain degree. Besides his nose was offended by the smells of it. “Jonathan Carlisle?” A thick british accent asked from high above.

“Down here.” Already up to his knees in the waste Jonathan replied, not all paying attention to the source of the voice, as he was taking readings, and readied a telescope stick to probe the murky water physically.

The noises from above told him that the owner of the voice was having issues with the smell. As everyone would, as he had when he entered.

But he could keep his spirits, by simply thinking of the governor and his enraged face, especially when two ensigns showed up carrying towels. “How can you work in this stench?”

“Someone has to do it. Who are you?”

A gentleman came into view, but stopped before reaching the dirty water. Jonathan blinked, for a moment he thought there must be something in the water that clouds the mind. Outside of movies and TV shows, he had never seen anyone wearing a suit.

“Forgive my manners, my name is Alfred Hummington, I’m a representative of the CHF, and I conduct a survey. Your name came up in my raffle, and here I am.”

Again staring at the tablet in his hand, Jonathan lowered the telescope stick into the water. There was a sensor at its tip, taking readings of the ground. In addition he could feel any anomalies. “You picked both a bad time and a bad place for your survey. Still,” he looked back up at the man on the ladder. “how may I help you?”

“The cultural heritage foundation, may or may not have placed heirs to terran royal families aboard this ship, how do you feel about the thought of bringing the fact of their heritage to their, and everyone else’s attention?”

Baffled Jonathan blinked again, as if that could help him comprehend the question better. “I’d say, that it is not a wise decision to bring that to everyone’s attention. But maybe these heirs themselves should be informed about their origin.” With that he ran the stick a little further along the ground, looking at his display again. “Why do you believe that the public shouldn’t be informed?”

A little annoyed Jonathan dropped his shoulders. “The general public is proud of what we have achieved. Democracy and a society without any money. Even a purely representative monarchy could threaten our accomplishment. Sure, there are those who would support that. But I wouldn’t want to be part of a society that reverts to old archaic standards purely out of nostalgia and sentimental feelings of keeping our cultural heritage alive. We once had slavery as part of our culture, we ditched it. We had racism as part of our culture, we ditched it. Xenophobia, religious zeal, death penalties, colonialism, we got rid of all those cultural traits. A culture is like a species, it needs to evolve. We have outlived the kings and queens of old. Besides. There is no throne, no domain, all we’d be is kings and queens without a rule. Just the name and title, a few who see glory in it, a lot who’d hate us for it. They’d bar us from offices, and if push comes to shove, from elections too, restricting the monarchs to doubtful public figures with limited rights. So no, thanks, but I’d rather continue wading through this mess than endure any of that.”

Stunned, close to leting go of the ladder which he clung on to, Alfred watched Jonathan return to his work. “You, uh, you,” he stuttered.

“I know? Yes. Grandma told me all about it, despite the oath of secrecy she had to take. But since she was dying,” Jonathan trodded onward taking readings. “Besides, Mr. Hummington, you’re not exactly covert. Your appearance gives you away as a man who was born and raised on earth, and your raffle explanation, a thin disguise.”

Lowering himself another rung, Alfred studied the royal heir in the waste water. Even an heir to a title such as king, denied that heritage.

His mission was doomed he felt. “Perhaps our endeavour was in error. Other heirs I have spoken to, who don’t know, and didn’t see through the disguise of my survey, spoke out against the idea as well.”

Not taking his eyes off the readings he took Jonathan muttered an agreeing sound. “Not that I’m not grateful, you know? After all, I would not be alive today, if it weren’t for your efforts, but the cause, is a lost one.”

He smiled for a moment over his shoulder, continuing to trod through waste water. The floor underneath the murk bulged downwards, soon Jonathan stood to his thighs in it.

Behind him he sensed Alfred watching him perform his duties.

Somewhere in the bulge Jonathan stopped. “Is there anything else I might do for you?”

Slowly the elderly gentleman shook his head. “No. I believe I have a storage compartment to sort through. Make an inventory of things and design a museum.”

Wishing him good luck Jonathan stepped deeper into the murk. With a sudden yell he disappeared, water streamed after him through a hole that the man had unwillingly created. Shocked by the sudden incident Alfred jumped into the water and hurried to the hole. “Are you alright, sir?”

Wine

You don’t need a reason to taste this delicious drop.

Have a nice weekend.

Rings of Fate S3xE7 – Destiny – Heritage (pt.3)

As he had predicted, the news of royalty was not agreeing well, or at all, with the governors. After four hours of talks with them, his orders to Mr. Hummington stood. He was not to reveal to the heirs their true heritage.

Sitting in the ready room, currently functioning as his office, he drafted a report on the subject to the colony. The provisional government, about to begin reelections as soon as Destiny and Kismet arrived, would not like those prospects either.

A motion, proposed by the governor of alpha, would further emphasise not to reveal the identities of the heirs.

Following a rule from earth, a european country, members of their former royalty were prohibited from taking any political offices, governor Egger had proposed the same. Benjamin was to include both governor Egger’s suggetion, and his own recommendation to keep the identity of the heirs a secret, even from themselves, in his report.

“I have a soggy ceiling.” Governor Jones was furious. The backdrop of the video revealed him to stand in the hallway outside his office. “A soggy ceiling?” Csilla worked hard to maintain a straight face. The Admiral was in his office again, going over the rules and regulations of settlement, with a duo of lawyers, concerning royalty.

“There was supposed to be no leakage from that water reservoir!”

The door to the command centre opened, Benjamin entered, a twisted smirk on his lips, telling Csilla that he had heard the governor through the closed door. “Governor, I am deeply sorry to hear about your misfortune, but perhaps you should tackle the issue with your maintenance department. Although I had been briefed on the situation, since it poses a concern for the entirety of Destiny, the reservoir falls into your jurisdiction, your people. We are however grateful for the update on the progress of things, and will send complimentary towels.”

“Towels?!” With a hand gesture Benjamin told Csilla to turn off the transmission. “If he calls again, tell him that the towels are underway. And please, do send twenty of them to the esteemed governor.”

Snickering to himself he left again to continue working on the legal issues.

Meanwhile in Vienna…

As y’all know, we recently were vacationing in Italy, Bibione to be exact.

We were gone 17 days. One day before our departure our elevator (living on the 6th floor, or 7th of you’re American) was shut down for service repairs. Which was very delightful for me, now having to haul the suitcases down to the basement garage (6th floor up, so 8 floors total).

It was out of commission for one and a half weeks during our absence.

We later learned it wasn’t just serviced, oh no:
They replaced the hydraulics.

Before the replacement the elevator made a VROOM sound, when it was starting to go up, that you heard in the entire apartment!

Now that VROOM sound is gone. Now it is making a TOC TOC TOC TOC sound when going up. The entire length of the journey UP.
THAT YOU HEAR IN THE ENTIRE APARTMENT!

Fuck me sideways.

What hydraulics did they use? Second grade, second hand, salvaged from a scrap yard??

Jesus ascending Christ!

If you’ll excuse me, I have to break something…in the elevator…

A.