Precyber Chapter 17

Mr. Pitts learns that his profession has hazards.  Clarke plays detective.

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[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 50

Row 1 Wide Box 1 – Police officer watching Amanda and Forsalio speak with a jack hammer in the background.

Row 1 Box 3 Forsalio frowns.

Forsalio: I don’t know…

Row 1 Box 4 Amanda puts her hand on his shoulder and smiles.

Amanda: You can trust us.

Row 1 Box 5 Forsalio looks slightly less convinced and says something.

Forsalio: That is what all of your people say.

Row 2 Box 1 Amanda looks rather annoyed.

Amanda: Of course you can. We’ve already -

Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio laughs.

Forsalio: Really?

Row 2 Box 3 Amanda puts on a fake smile and says something but is cut off.

Row 2 Box 4 Forsalio looks VERY angry.

Forsalio: Don’t you LIE to me.

Row 2 Box 5 Amanda looks innocent.

Amanda: But I’m not.

Row 3 Box 1 Wide – Jackhammer stops and guy starts to replace it.

Row 3 Box 2 Forsalio points a finger at Amanda.

Forsalio: Don’t you lie to me! I can tell you’re up to something!

Row 3 Box 3 Slither skips up Forsalio’s arm.

Row 3 Box 4 Forsalio looks terrified.

Forsalio: “What’s that?”

Row 3 Box 5 Slither moves to Forsalio’s right shoulder while Forsalio looks right.

Row 4 Box 1 Amanda puts her hand on Forsalio’s right shoulder.

Amanda: Everything is fine. Its just your imagination.

Row 4 Box 2 Forsalio looks at his shoulder only to see Amanda’s hand there.

Forsalio: I suppose…

Row 4 Box 3 Amanda puts her other hand on Forsalio’s shoulder and looks deeply into his eyes.

Amanda: So will you accept our offer?

Row 4 Box 4 Forsalio looks dejected, as if he should not be doing what he is doing but can’t understand why.

Forsalio: Of…course…I suppose.

Row 4 Box 5 Amanda smiles as her eyes glow a bit.

Amanda: Excellent.   

[Seventh Seal] Chapter 4 - Page 49

Row 1 Box 1 A toy monkey is squashed by an accordion.

Row 1 Box 2 A large cement block smashes the toy to bits, dropped from the top of the panel.

Row 1 Box 3 A tiny child looks down at the toy, water filling their eyes.

Row 2 Box 1 A construction worker looks down at the child, looks sad and shrugs.

Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio looks at them and at Amanda in the distance.

Forsalio: This hardly looks like benevolent progress to me. And besides…I like the open air. The exercise. Its good for me.

Row 2 Box 3 Amanda rolls her eyes.

Row 2 Box 4 Amanda looks down at the ground suddenly, “What in the world is that?”

Row 3 Box 1 Forsalio looks confused and looks down.

Forsalio: Huh?

Row 3 Box 2 Amanda reaches over and casts a stun bolt at the construction worker.

Row 3 Box 3 The construction worker falls down unconscious and the child giggles.

Row 4 Box 1 Amanda points at the giggling child.

Amanda: See? She’s fine.

Row 4 Box 2 Forsalio looks dubious.

Forsalio: I guess. But why me?

Row 4 Box 3 Amanda puts her arm behind Forsalio and leads him off.

Amanda: Think of how many people you’ll be employing.

[Naked City Atlanta] The Pounding of the Kazoos -"Obsession"

Author's Note: Even now, as I post this, Naked City Atlanta is going on.  The word this month is Obsession.  Even though I can't be there, I'm writing this post to appear as if I were there in spirit.

There it was, the pounding of the kazoos, throbbing in my brain; an obsession that I could not get rid of.  Some people who look at the polar vortex gain a deep insight into the weather of the world; and some go mad.  Some just start running and never stop.  I'm one of the ones that went berserk.

It started small, you must understand.  The weather department at a news station is small, usually consisting of one or two people.  KQWAK was a bit larger than most, given the major metropolitan area that was Bismark North Dakota, so we had four.  Alright, perhaps it wasn't the size of our city so much as the fact that we had weather that was chaotic...and the weather girls were all rather attractive.  Except myself. I am neither a girl nor am I attractive.

But I was here first.

I stared at the vortex as it swirled and swirled on my little screen, phantomly imposed on the green-screen as I stared at it, pointing it out with my laser pen.  I was talking about the polar bears in the air as I stood in front of a stupid screen.  I was naked, baring my soul to these people.  And they didn't think it was real...the monstrous ursine cacophony soaring up above the stratosphere, ready to turn us all into so much lunch chow.

I'm not supposed to care about this.  A polar vortex is just a weather term for air that decides to go south for the winter in a place it never should be, but I know the polar bears are angry.  I said, I said to the guy I bought my car from, I said, "I want something that looks great and gets really shitty gas millage!  Fuck the environment!"  And I did, because you wouldn't believe what you can earn standing in front of a green screen and pretending you know what the hell you're talking about.  Fine, so I paid that little pimple for the answers to every test, but have you seen the other women in the news room?

I mean seriously.

And weather groupies?  I mean, there is nothing like getting serviced with a girl just in college who goes all gushy like a fruitloop with the magical words,"Castroverius Cumulonimbus Cirrico."  Seriously.  Clouds.  Tell them you're on TV and mention a few cloud names to them and they're all over you.

So I'm driving in my new car, hot blond on the carpet content as can be, humming with the hummer, and I shit you not, there is this coca cola billboard, and this polar bear, this polar bear is staring at me, as if I have personally

The bears, their claws,
The bears, their maws
The whirling vortex of infinite doom
I spot beneath myself a white wasteland
Where none, but the most incompetent
Let the people run free
Frozen in their tracks
Frozen in their cars
Frozen in all of the ways that matter
And I know,
I know in my heart
That I have been eaten by the bears
And they have stolen my soul.

What does it mean? What does it all mean?

Not a god damn thing except that I need to finish my coffee and that I need to get somewhere considerably warmer.  I wonder what the pay is for weather men in Miami....

Precyber - Chapter 16

Clarke meets Che and Fidel.  

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Seventh Seal - Chapter 3 - Page 48

Row 1 – Vesuvius, Pete, Jesra and Sluice all look at each other and smile, with confidence. A portal lies beyond them.

Row 2 Box 1

Amanda looks at Forsalio.

Amanda: I have a financial proposition for you. Have you ever considered opening a chain of restaurants?

Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio puts his hand under his chin.

Row 2 Box 3 Forsalio grins, it is clear that he loves the idea. The greed is visible in his eyes.

Forsalio: I’m listening.

Row 3 Box 1 The portal darkens and dry cracks appear over the surface.

Row 3 Box 2 (Wide) The portal pops like a soap bubble and suddenly Vesuvius, Sluice, Amanda and Pete look rather worried.

Seventh Seal - Chapter 3 - Page 47

Row 1 Box 1 Amanda and Slither step out of the portal in front of the museum. It is daylight.

Row 1 Box 2 Amanda points out Forsalio to Slither.

Amanda: There he is.

Row 1 Box 3 Slither snickers and follows behind her as it shows all but Amanda’s ankle off panel.

Row 2 Box 1 Amanda walks up to Forsalio and taps him on the shoulder.

Row 2 Box 2 Forsalio jumps and turns around.

Forsalio: Huh? Whazzat? Who? Where?

Row 2 Box 3 Forsalio calms down. A little.

Forsalio: What, did you just pop out of thin air lady? Would you like a hot dog?

Row 3 Box 1 Amanda smiles wickedly.

Amanda: You could say something like that.

Row 3 Box 2 Forsalio looks a bit confused. Slither dances on the hot dog cart waving his arms and grinning but Forsalio doesn’t see him.

Forsalio: What?

Row 3 Box 3 Amanda smiles again, ignoring Slither. She puts her hand on Forsalio’s shoulder.

Amanda: Yes, I would like a hot dog. I imaging someone like you earns quite a bit of money at the hot dog game…