I cast my gaze upon the events as they unfolded in the garage on the dying planet.
Air was beside me watching closely wondering and silently nervous as the two mortals got inside the car after it was changed into a key in to Cyberpunk’s dream realm.
The car was gone and the boy remained. The loser was left standing alone. Air whispered to him consently on what to do. He was blind and death to her presense and voice still.
Air was still half engaged. Half dipping her toe into becoming active. I glanced at Cyberpunk as he walked into the room. He stared at my sister.
“It’s not good enough. He can’t hear you from this faraway big sis. You got to get closer.”
Air shook her head. “I have been. He won’t hear me anymore. I am trying. Go to him. Give him a push. Please. Time is short.”
Cy sighed. “I can help him a bit but I can’t hold his hand or pushing him the rest of the way. He isn’t mean. He’s your people.”
“Go. I will. I will try. I will try.” Air said in a shaky voice.
I folded my fingers together. She had to do more then try. This had to work. We had to push her to take her place.
Cyberpunk shrugged. “Alright. But, if he doesn’t make it it’s on you. For not teaching him the way.” He said disappearing.
I’m still working writing the season out. It’s going to be the over the hill dark season. I’m doing my best and ballance it out.. I’m about to through some hard times at them and grow the characters from harsh issues.
I haven’t decided on the cliffhanger but it’s going to hit hard hopefully.
Holy shit. The lore and world building is coming along fantastically well for season 2. Just finished another episode and the dialog and communication and vibe of the supers unit is sharp and flowing.
I know I need a cover for strange dreams but for now I’ll get to it when I can.
This is a short one. But the lore is great. I already write the ending. It just needs something to put a wrench in their plans.
“Holy fucking shit. You freaky bitch.” Wolf said in amazement.
“Don’t try to sex same me. What you say, Bill?” Scott said.
I smiled. “Will do. I got the car and motherboard.” I said.
“Yo. I think-“
“No you don’t.” I said to him hearing something weird in his voice. “Don’t start fucking with me now. My girl here is going to put the motherboard in the car and your going to take us on our first drive around the block. We made a deal and I already paid your ass so don’t start that pussy shit now.”
“Alright. Alright. I just…damn it. Nothing. Here!” He said passing the board to Scott.
“Where the fuck am I putting this thing. Hmm. This thing is weird.” She said frowning at it.
“The fuck I know. Try the control deck first of my entertainment system and let screen.” I said and waved Wolf to follow me outside.
“A. Where you going?”
I turned back to her and noticed she was wearing a nice black silk bra that showed through her T-shirt. “What?”
“Stop looking at my tits and tell me where you got this thing.” She asked in fake annoyance.
“Wolf made it for me. I designed it. Why? Have you seen it somewhere before?”
‘No ” She said to quickly. “What the hell is going on?” She asked.
“I want you to try putting the board in the car to see if it can turn it into a super car.” I said slowly.
“It won’t work.” Scott protested.
“Did you buy new fancy underwear?”
Scott frowned at me. “Yes. You want to see it later?”
“Holy Fucking shit. Enough. Put the thing in the car and I promise to drive you two around the block if the conversion works. Wait. You’ll need a gui to operate it. Bill. I know you can at least code and design a gui for this thing. Why the fuck are we doing this?” Wolf said.
He knew why. I could see it in both of them but they didn’t want to say it out loud. “To patient the motherboard design and license it off to car manufacturers. If not anything else it’s a fun geeky project for us to do.”
They both relaxed and happily nodded. I had to work fast I had 72 hours left.
The only way to know how strong you are is to keep testing your limits. – Jor El
The movie wasn’t Christopher Reed good but I think of that one scene and it just inspires me.
He comes out of the chamber of the space ship dressed in the symbol of hope. In his head are the words of his father with the challenge….
Test the limits of how strong you are and the limitations to that strength. He’s going to have a few missteps. He’s going to have a few falls. He’s going to have a second or a moment of doubt that he can break through to another level but the words of his father whisper in his head.
You are the son from the house of hope. He has to breath in the air. Clear his head. Take his stance and push off the ground and take flight to level up to 100.
Pause.
I’m not naturally talented in any regard as a writer or anything in my life. I knew 30 plus years ago it was going to be hard. I wanted to give up plenty of times. But, I kept on pushing and hoping for one day I would push myself to that level where my feet would leave the ground. My focus would set and I could push on and not worry about falling because I dreamed of a time I would start flying….
I’m pushing alot of writing out. I’m hoping to accomplish finishing a major book project and above all else. I’m taking taking flight to a major leveling up season. This the best time of my life.
If your afraid of testing your limits. If you don’t care about how strong you can be. I don’t know what to tell you.
I live with this shit. I feel like I’m hammering a giant on moving rock all day but hot damn! What a time to alive. I see cracks in surface. I live for this shit.
Every damn day of the week. I don’t have enough time. So God help me I have to write more.
“Holy shit.” I gasped as I felt the heat and echo of the world exploding from the vision.
The two shadows disappeared. I stood with the stranger…I looked closer at him and realized. “Your not human.”
The alien nodded. “I am an alien from another dimension. The car has to be ready before then. If you want to save them then you’ve got to get the car ready. They won’t want to believe you. You have to help them save themselves.”
I stared at him. “What the hell are you saying? What happens to my world?”
The alien shook his head. “I host of issues. War. Energy reduction and added on to that. Your core is going to explode in three days time.”
“Why are you telling this to me only? What about the world? Don’t they have a chance at survival?”
“Look behind you.”
I turned and saw millions of shadows walking around flying in the air and sranding either ignoring or entertaining themselves with the city like it was all just a dream.
“This isn’t a dream Bill. I’ve been telling your people about this for years. No one gives a damn. If you want them to live then get that car ready.”
I turned back to the alien as he started up his engine. “You keep saying save them. What about me?”
The alien stared at me. “You have a way out, they don’t. They matter more.”
I shook my head. The alien smiled and I saw his face changed. I saw his real face then. His face was heavily scared along with numbers and energy flashing in his skin and his eyes changed from dark brown to silver mirrors that reflected my own image back at me.
“This isn’t a dream Bill. Your an Airhead. Your world is going to explode either way. If you care about them help them save themselves and stop thinking about yourself.” He said and rode off to the city.
I’m writing on two new episodes and I get the feeling I know where it’s headed. It’s an idea of micro tribal behavior and pair bonding.
The blue dawn event in the series so far is still something that happened recently in the timeline so the evolutionary effects are now becoming viewable.
I have conclusions and guesses for what the culture will become and how that culture best functions but I’m going to let it play out. The lore and world building is going great though.
I’m working on Blue Jumper and season 2 is hilarious my dude. I have no idea where it’s going but it is entertaining writing and reading back where the Supers Unit is headed too.
But, I’m noticing a pattern currently with my writing. It’s leaning heavy on comedy with a little action. Even the strange dreams series currently….
Strange dreams….
Stranger things?…Is there a connection? Nope.
My shit isn’t about Nostalgia tripping balls on 80s dreams. Dark City dreams are coming….Along with a 1990s TV show called sliders about to hit the mix button….
Anyway, that shit with Bill taking his best friend Scott on table was funny as hell.
I had four days left four failed dates and seductions later I still couldn’t find a mechanic chick to do the job. Wolf had already completed the board and was waiting on me and the car to be outfitted with it.
I was at my mechanic’s shop getting a oil change. Scarlett S. Jackson had been a friend from gradeschool on up to highschool that I hangout with occassionally and she worked was doing a check on my engine. “Scott. Aw. You know any gear head females up for a date?”
Scott frowned at me. “What the hell? You that desperate get some?”
I grimanced. “No. Well. I’m trying to get a gear head shorty to outfit my car with a special motherboard I had my buddy Wolf from work make. I don’t have any money to pay her so I’m trying to seduce one into doing it for free. So you know anybody?”
“A motherboard?! Bullshit and that asshole ain’t your friend.. I’m your best friend you fucking asshole. You on something weird. What the fuck will this motherboard do to your car? Don’t tell me, you thinking about making a smart car with you beta bitch press. Holy shit. You are.” Scott laughed in my face.
I glared at Scott as she bent over my engine and then she caught me looking at her ass.
“Hmm. You know I think I might have someone available for your stupid job.”
“Okay. What do you want? I can’t pay you much-“
“I want to sit on your face.”
“Okay. What?” I stared at her. I had thought she was gray. Luckily I didn’t say the last thought out loud. “You want to sit on my face. That’s it?”
Scott frowned. “Is that a problem?”
“No. Why would it be? So we have a-“
“-and sex. I want to try some stuff out to. That’s the deal.” She said.
“Okay. We got a deal.” I said holding out my hand.
Scott frowned. “I want to do it on my work bench first.”
What the fuck was going? Who the fuck was seducing who here. This was to easy. “Okay. Hop up on it and we can get started real quick.”
Scott walked over to the bench frowning at me as she took off her overalls and was bending over the table when I hurried over.
It’s going in a continuous time from the last episode. The pace is building toward something again. I wanted to skip to five years ahead but I don’t think I can do so.
I want to establish some lore for the universe and flush out character building.
I don’t write under the name Guardiandogg to hide my identity or to hide behind a persona so that I can say what I want to say as an artist.
I always wanted to have a pen like Mark Twain or a name that I would write in when I wanted to dip into a style or means of expressing myself. I wanted to make a name for myself. Funny enough. Guardiandogg was the name I chose years ago when I got on YouTube in the outlaw days.
I put myself here. Tell my stories and leave up to you to decide if you like it or not or it’s shit on manusanese sandwich. But, I do it. I don’t retell other artists stories. I sample and I mix and I tell my own myth and legends.
That said….
For some fucking reason. I’m thinking about Back to the Future (1980s) Marty’s father at the beginning of the movie. He was beta bitch slicked hair loser.
Marty had to go back in time to a moment when his father was a young beta bitch to find out for a short time in his life he had one interesting thing about him.. Marty’s father liked to write.
You know the movie. Through course of events in the story Marty’s Dad shakes off his beta bitch collar and steps up in life becomes a tier 1 dominant bad ass. Marty’s Dad realizes one simple thing….
Fear is for beta bitches.
Fast forward to the future…Marty’s Dad is a author and stories he hid from people reading…he’s put that shit out there and put his name on the bookcover.
I thought about that as I was looking at the Lord of the Amazon queens. It’s the line. Between cowardice and Big Dick Energy. The courage to write the story and put it out with your name on it.
J. R. R. Tolkien had the courage and fortitude to write a grand story and work on the lore for the remainder of his life as a way to preserve the legends and myths of his people and culture. He loved what he did. He loved the art he was creating and he wasn’t afraid to try and put his work out there and he didn’t even finish all of it.
The strange thing about the Amazon video I kept wondering why not create your own story. Why not do your own thing? It’s so much more easier. There are elements of a story in the video but the writers, the producers and everybody involved are hiding behind the shadow of a great man and using his name because either they don’t have any faith in their shit to stand on their name. Or. Their simply cowards.
