Month: January 2024

Astro Bros Episode 9

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Peaches

I wondered through my personal library in searching for something to focus on for the moment that would distract me from my other thoughts. There was a lot I couldn’t control. I picked up a book and started leafing through it and scanning the book.

“Yo, Peaches. Where you at girl?

“I’m over here!” I said and looked in the direction. I heard Cooper’s voice had come from and saw him come around the corner of one of my bookshelves. He wasn’t alone though. Kang and my youngest Ka was with him.. I looked at Kooper though. “What’s wrong?”

“Omarion and his brother killed Archbold Whitehall at club Zane. The Judge took em in.” Cooper said and stared at me. They were all staring at me.

I nodded. “I know. I’m sure the Astros will figure out a means of getting out of the mess they’re in. I think it would be best if we didn’t interfere in their-“

“-Astro is kissed by the lightning.” Kang said stiffly.

I nodded. “Common enough with most males and females with a archetype of the Wolf and fit to the liking of the mother of the Nomads.”

“I’m lightning kissed.” Ka said. “Same as all my brothers. Omarion Astro ain’t my brother.”

“Are you attempting to say something toward me that is disrespectful in front of your father?” I asked staring at him. “If so I have no intention on listening to such behavior.”

“The hell he is.” Cooper said. “They ain’t here to say shit to you but listen.” He said. “What you want me to do?”

“You will do what you will. I have no intention on telling you too do anything.”

“So you fine with Omarion and his brother being sent up to the Pin. They just got out.”

“I don’t believe The Astros will be going to the Outland prison. If he was contracted by Lightning Baby then she will have more work for him to do.”

“Whitehall? How are doing?”

“What about him? You did say he was dead?!” I asked Cooper coolly.

Cooper smiled. “I’m buying your contract.”

I stared at him. “That…that would be…I’m fine with your decision.”

Cooper nodded. “Hmm. That answer pretty much helps me make my decision. Enjoy your reading time. I’ll be back.”

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Midnight’s children by Salman Rushdie. My bucket reading list book

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I haven’t read any of Rushdie’s book but this one book is the one book I want to read for simple fact it’s something I want to study and read at the same time.

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I found out about this book from a book nerd that reviewed the book and loved it.

I liked his passionate about the book and the style of the storytelling. The idea behind the story just made me want to not only read the book but the genre and style of a mixture magical realism.

reasons I haven’t read the book yet.

  1. I’ve been writing books and have a back log of other books I’ve read and enjoyed.
  2. Time. My time is kinda tight right now with writing and joggling between my day career and business interests.
  3. I just haven’t made the time.

The last point is the most important. Making the time to buy the book and read it. Is the hardest part for me right now. Making the time to read a book is something I never thought I would have in the later part of my life.

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Astro Bros Episode 8

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Largo

Fucking hell! Kooper was here. Just fucking great. Not one fucking day off. Damn it to the nine hells and back. I turned to Omarion to get him out of the club only to see him chop the big shit house in the front, grab his arm and fold his ass on to the floor.

“Shit!”

“Largo! Get the mark.”

Whitehall was wide eyes as I threw my drink in his eyes before I punched him in the throat hard enough to end his ass quick. I got my datapad out taking a quick picture of him and sending it to our client.

Omarion was on the floor finishing off the Invader with a lightning fists to the invaders face. He got up as the bouncers came at us. Lightning Baby’s touch was on him. His right arm was touched with lightning. His gaze was directed toward where Kooper and his brats stood in the entrance. “LB gave me a job.”

I shook my head. “No way, bro.”

“You shit head nomads need to get the fuck out of here. There’s the door.”

Nomads?! Ah shit! That’s just what we didn’t need.

“Order or death. How do you plead?”

A chill went down my spine at the cold as steal words. I glanced behind over to Omarion to see a P9 Authority pistol pointed at the right side of his right temple by black leather wearing dude with dark sunglasses and dark presence.

The judge Bran Rafe stood aiming the pistol at my brother.

“Order. Request you take me in.” Omarion said.

“Granted. You and your brother are coming with me. Hands behind your back. You to Largo.”

I did as ordered but I had one thought. “How the fuck did he know my name?”

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A man in a wheelchair is fighting the fucking Feds and the world is shook.

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Short hand. Governor Greg Abbott is trying to defend the Texas border because the federal government doesn’t give a shit.

I lean in the direction of the man who has the balls to stand up to Feds that have proven they don’t give a shit about the border. I also live in Texas.

It’s not so much a political issue as it is a man issue. People are invading into the country. One man in a fucking wheelchair whose job is to defend and protect people on his yard from people invading the country gives a fuck.

The federal government has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt for four years that the feds don’t give a fuck. So fuck em.

Think about this shit. A man in a wheelchair is fighting to do the job the feds pretend they do but in reality they don’t give a fuck about protecting a damn border into the country. Why? Meet the man in charge the United States border….

So fuck em.

This is the weirdest shit in my entire fucking life time. I’m not a cold hearted bastard. I care a little but I am fucking realist. This shit was bound in top grain leather, smith sown stitched together by professional top quality fuckery artists going to happen.

I’m not a fan of drinking a mixed curtail of orphan tears & Dumpster juice like some media outlets.

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I have natural distrust of the government in general and federal most assuredly. Maybe, there is something more I’m missing but Holy shit.

It’s only fucking January. What fuck is February going to look like?!

Warm Regards

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Astro Bros Episode 7

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Omarion

The loud noise (music?) that blared at me from the speaker system and scent from the smoke machines at the corners of the club put me on edge. Memories of the last time I had been here came at me like the nightmares I had almost every night in my cell. I should have let Largo come in without me first.

“How you doing?” Large asked but he knew. Of course he knew.

I shook my head. “Remind me of what Whitehall looks like. I need something to focus on. What did Hexi say he looked like?”

“He’s corpo pale face. Neon blue eyes. Overweight. Slick dressed.”

I glared at the crowd and saw more then enough corporate executives in the crowd that matched that description. “What the hell?! Why are there so many-“

“-There’s a immigrant transplant convention of merchants that have come in recently into the dream realm. Their doing a lot of business in the purple district. The local corpos needed some space from the invader trash.”

“Fuck! Don’t we got enough fucking invaders come in filling up the damn city. Come on. We’ll stake a spot at the bar until we see em.” I said and started pushing and shoving my way to the bar through the crowd.

Only a few young males who tried to push back but they didn’t move me only succeeded in getting pushed aside. But, then a girl got in my way. She looked up at me. Her gaze was magic and lightning. It was like a punch to my gut.

I stared at her and wondered if I was dreaming. She smiled at me taking my hand and leading toward the bar where a empty seat was waiting for me. I found myself seating down staring at her frowning. Largo was behind me ordering a drink not fazed by the girl being here.

I leaned closer toward her. “LB. What are you doing here?”

LB grinned. “I wanted to see you, Sugar and help you out a bit.”

I waved away her comment. “I’m good. I’m just a little rusty. You doing alright?”

LB snorted in laughter. “I’m fantastic baby. Cy is taking me out after he gets off work tonight. It’s our anniversary. You got a long night ahead for you though, cowboy.” She said and looked over at a tall Corpo in blue blazer suit and description of Whitehall.

Whitehall was also standing next to some Strag in thin hot pink dress looking for Jon to turn into some fast credits. A big sum-ah-bitch tall alien with green eyes was standing close to him. He most be the bodyguard. He had elemental fire-kin eyes with a black Mohawk dressed in a tight black suit. Folding his ass wasn’t going to be easy but I wasn’t going to back away from the challenge. I nodded my head. “I do. A lot of aliens in town lately around here.”

LB nodded and reached into her leather jacket pocket. She pulled out a physical silver ebs card and held it out to me. “Sure is. Would you do me a solid?”

“Which one? Already got a job on one of them.” I said.

“The big one and two other assholes outside. I saved up 35 ebs on my account.” She said.

“I’m on your zone.” I held out my hand and she placed it on my palm. I felt a change in hand as it closed around the card and I quickly pocketed it away.

LB gave me a kiss on the cheek before she grinned at me and then walked away swaying her hips as she disappearing into the crowd.

Largo tapped my shoulder. “Bro. We got trouble-“

I frowned at his tone and turned to see Cooper and his brats rolling in to the club. Cooper took one look at me and stared. I didn’t have time for this shit.

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Astro Bros Episode 6

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Largo

“What the fuck is this shit? Where the fuck is your workstation?” I demanded as I came in to Hexi’s lab/apartment. She didn’t look up in greeting.

Hexi flipped me off with jerky quick move before returning her hand back to her keyboard. “I had to sell my furniture and other shit to pay the rent. What the fuck do you want? You got a job for me or are you here for some ass?”

I got out my Datapad shaking my head. “I need you to find me a lead on a fucker called Archbold Whitehall. If you needed some credits you should have called me up. I told you, I got you.”

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Hexi shook her head and started typing fast eyes focused on another screen as she worked. to get my information. “Twenty-five thousandth credits for a agreed upon relationship. It’s a one time payment until then we’re just part time partners in limited civil agreement.”

I looked over my shoulder at Omarion to see him frowning at me. He didn’t say nothing. But I knew what he was thinking. I looked back at Hexi to see her gaze looking up at my brother. “This is my brother, Omarion. Bro, This is Hexi Lightfoot, a business associate of mean. He just got out. We’re doing a job?”

“Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in like this into your place. We would appreciate your services. Miss Lightfoot.”

She smiled at him. “A gentleman. That is a change of pace. It’s nice to meet you Mr. Astro. Your brother told me a little about you but I found the rest out easily enough. Are you looking for a lot of work?”

Omarion smiled. “I’m looking to be busy for the entire rest of my life with work. What you got for me, Miss Lightfoot. I’m at your service for the asking.”

Hexi smiled like a cat with a mouse in her sight. “I found him and a great many things happening tonight all in one place. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight. If you make big tonight. I want half of the pay from the jobs you aquire over the next forty-eight hours. Agreed?”

“Hey! Wait a damn minute here-“

“Agreed. Where is he?”

Hexi smiled. “Club Zane. Red District. I’m sure you remember the place. Remember. Lightning Baby’s luck is with you tonight Big Brother. Take advantage of her offers.”

Omarion nodded his head. “Thanks Sis. When I come back hopfully it will be with some credits to replace your workstation arrangements. Later. Largo. Let’s head out. Looks like we’ll be finishing our first job faster then I expected.” He said turning and heading to the front door.

I stared at Hexi. “We need to talk later.”

She rolled her eyes and looked down at her computer screen. “We’ll talk when you pay me 25k credits into my account. Otherwise your just looking to get some ass and a back rub. Fuck all that noise.”

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MoneyTalk: The Management of income streams

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Welcome to cyberpunk 2024. If you don’t have at least two streams of income your dead or a house wife living in on the income of some dude with five. Her main job is taking baths pretending she’s reading a book for an hour.

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I don’t know nobody in my immediate or the outer wall of my reality that doesn’t have at least two or five gigs or businesses going. I had a to think about this shit regarding my own income streams and realize that I had going at least five income streams going and only one of them is on autopilot and generating me cash consently.

Why though? Why is every normal joe getting multiple incomes?

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The fucking worth of a dollar is going to shit every fucking second my dude. People used to say that the dollar isn’t worth the paper it’s printed on. Fuck I can’t remember the last time I had the shit in my walllet. I went all digital before the powers hit my wallet C unit 9 from 2020-2022.

I had thought that I needed to add one more Income stream but fucking hell I realized I had to many going already that I needed to manage better.

Listen. No bullshit. This is the shit the financial wizards don’t tell you about. Getting the shit going is the easy part. Managing more then two streams is the hard part and none of them generate at the same rates of return on my initial investment. When one income goes up during one season two flatline and another gets a bump during a odd week in the middle of the month. Alright let’s get to the sauce. The moneytalk

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How do you manage multiple streams of income?

  1. There are twenty-four hours in a day. Sleeping takes up most of it and the fucking market doesn’t open until 9.a.m only during the week baring a fucking holiday nobody gives a fuck about. Map out what you can get done by the hours you have left in a day.
  2. The calendar is your biggest tool in your financial career. Use it wisely. Fuck Valentines Day.
  3. In North America. The United States currently. Every American of the Republic Empire is a fucking business. You don’t have to start a business the day you were born in America, a business in America was started the day you were born. So mind your own damned business and make it profitable. No. I’m not talking about a mindset. You are a fucking business. I’m dead ass. Fuck it. Even world wide. People get it. Samsung. Sony. Toyota. Trump.

In conclusion

A. Mind your own damn business. B. Protect and invest in your own damn brand.

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I miss the days when Propaganda was sexy

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and entertaining.

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I grew up in the 90s when propaganda was much more creative and again way more sexy

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Think of a time when the 1980s came to a end and what was left over was a hangover and a rainbow puke color fashion sense.

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Still though the movies and television like today were filled with bullshit brainwashing that normalized a lot of the “it’s okay okay your a real winner Billy because you tried hard and got third place in the race.”

Fucking hell. The mindset of that there aren’t any real losers in life only people that didn’t win first place is the greatest psyop of my generation well that and the pussification of the men of the west.

Pussification

action verb. Diffiniction: To put a genetically XY chromosome born male in to a state whinning, crying complaining about why he isn’t winning in life or letting some chick make him her bitch.

See also form of mentality poison only known cure is the red pill to the nuts.

I got mean late in life but it has done wonders to the increase in the size of balls.

Anyway, propaganda was clever back in my generation. You young folks don’t know how fucked up you have it right now. Our writers sold us mindfucked movies with clever words, awesome cartoons and this….

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You young folks got Godsdamn stories with fuck ugly art and trash like this…

Holy fucking shit,

Thank God for the expendable movies….well 1 and 2. I don’t know about the third one.

Warm Regards

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The political theater: Trump vs the entire world! Episode ? Final season

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Ron Desantis is out and there are some candidates still….fuck all the bullshit it’s Trump vs His royal highness Joe Biden the commander and Chief of the Clown party Empire…

It is what it fucking is.

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The outcome at the end of the rainbow doesn’t matter at this point. The migrant invasion of over a million and above will be a interesting pot of gold everyone in America will be tasting for next hundred years but really we’ll probably see the immediate outcome by 2033.

Don’t get me wrong the U.S. currency is more of a immediate concern for me personally. The shift over into the new system is coming so I have to be ready for that.. I’m down for whatever. I’m a nine percent kind ah guy.

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This is my theory:

Fifty percent of Americans don’t give fuck because they’re eating their tv dinners and watching the news hoping for someone to put Trump under the jail. The forty percent are welcoming everybody in with open arms, love simp-pity and all that bullshit. The nine percent are prepared for whatever or have gotten the fuck out Tombstone before somebody says draw. America is divided on all fronts but when the Gunsmoke clears we’ll be here but hopefully all the assholes will be gone from passing themselves to death out of fear.

My predictions for the election. The fight to put Trump out will heat up even more come November. It’s a tush up who will pull the must tricks but hey in between all that we’re in the season of goble war War WARS!!!

Warm Regards

Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 10

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Debra

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I was coming to the end of a tunnel of flashing lights. It felt like I was moving without moving. I realized just as I came out of the Virtual simulation and I realized I was wearing a headset decker. I took it off blinked several times as I looked around a very that I was sitting in Sergio’s office. He was seated by the window staring off as the sun set behind the blue tower buildings of Newark City State. I tried to get up but then fell back because my head was spinning.

“How long was I in?

“It should have only been a year.” Sergio said. “How much time do you remember?”

“Twelve months. Thirteen days and seven hours. I counted.”

Terry nodded. “What did you do? Did you get any reading done? Did you learn anything?”

I glared at his profile. “I read twenty books at the library on business management and trading and even got a certificate in trading and personal finance. I was looking to apply for Corpo trading license to buy and sell in the market. Now I got shit all because it was all a fucking VR SIM. Bastard. All that work for nothing but to fuck with my head.” I said and threw the headset at him.

Terry sighed, shaking his head. He reached inside his pocket and removed a datapad. “The VR SIM is an official device from the PIN Warden. All time served inside the set counts as a prison bid, and all certificates earned count as special education accounted to your personal ID account. Here, look,” he said and threw it to me.

I caught it and looked at my ID profile and information on my education to see, I had still had my certificates I had earned in the SIM and they counted as real in the real world. I shook my head. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before. Did you call in a favor for me and-“

“The PIN is full at the moment with inmates. This is Authority and the Kings have been looking into expanding into other forms of imprisonment for special cases like yourself. You were lucky in away though from your expression you may don’t feel that way. You were in for full day in real world time but the VR experience made it real enough. So. You did your time. You now have a bit of education and experience of what the PIN feels like. Once you go Corpo you won’t be bound by constraining Nomad laws that limit your freedom. Congratulations. You can leave now.”

I started to say to something then something accrued to me. I had his Datapad. I quickly brought up Sergio’s file and stared at the long list of his digital education in business finances, programming and the military information that listed all the weapons he was traded in doing and his main focus in his past life being hunting and detection.

Sergio smiled at me. “Are you done being a busy body about my ID history. I would like my Datapad back. Please.”

I got up carefully this time and when I was sure I could walk without throwing up. I walked over to Sergio and handed it to him. “I made a promise to you.”

“Thanks. You better be getting on your way. You have a life to make for yourself. Oh. I’m loaning you 25k ebs for you start yourself out. It’s also the standard fee the Corpo business offices desire for you to join into the business guild. It’s already been forwarded to an account in your name. The password is Serg991b. You can change it at your pleasure. No. No. Don’t look at me like that. I’m loaning the ebs. Your still damn well going to pay me back little sister. On your way. I’ve got to find some jobs tonight.”

“Your an asshole.”

Sergio shrugged. “What about it? Everyone has to be one to someone and you have to have one at the end of their own ass so are you going to cry about me being one to you? Because I don’t give a damn either way. Go away. Miss West.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not. I’m Debra Sergio now. You got a job to do okay. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be applying for a trader position today. I’ll take the floor of your office as a bed and I’ll pay you back by being a good daughter to you.”

Sergio glared at me. “I would prefer my 25k ebs back.”

I shrugged. “Tough luck. I didn’t promise you I would give you the money back and I didn’t ask for it. So it looks like your out of 25k ebs and bough yourself a daughter. Congratulation.”

“Fucking hell!”

END OF SERIES 1…..

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Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 9

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Twelve months later…..

Terry

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I arrived at the cell door to find it empty. I felt a bit of headache from entry in. Where the hell was that girl?

“Pops!”

I turned and frowned at Debra in a prison purple uniform jump suit. She looked pale but well built and still in her right mind. That was good. “Your time is up! You ready to get out.”

Debra frowned but then froze and then hurried past me inside and checked her calendar on the wall and marks and realized. “Holy shit. It’s today. Hold on. Let me get my stuff.”

“No need. Debra! DEBRA!! Debra look at me.” I told her.

Debra finally did and her face was wet with tears. “I thought I had miss counted. I thought. I thought.”

I nodded. “I know. I know. But it’s over. Do you remember the last time you were in my office before they took you to the PIN?”

Debra frowned but nodded. “You sat me down and but a headset over my eyes to get me to relax a bit before I went in but all I did was played a few games and stressed out until they came. The waiting as the frustrating part at the time. I should have enjoyed that time more and not-“

“Debra. Put your right finger to your temple and push. No. No. don’t ask me anymore questions just do what I ask. Now.”

Debra frowned but did as I said and the world turned off….

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