I sat at our reserved table while my sons competed with other men in competitions for weapons and ranking. The roin young nomad men competed to acquire entry into the Cooper Pack by show of fighting prowess and to garner some show of my attention for a blessing. My mate sat with me drinking his beer with a small on his face as he stared off at the men ignoring my gaze fixed to his face.
“What are you grinning about?”
“You have all these young men trying to get a smile from the most pretty female in the park and she only has eyes for the king of the Cooper pack. I’m feeling very proud of myself right now.” He said. The arrogance dripped from his voice.
I smiled at him but then I felt, Lightning Baby’s touch on my son Omarion. I looked around until I spotted him being chased down down a tall female intent on getting him and his pack brother. His gaze locked with mean and he advanced toward me. I started to stand and the crowd of males started making attempts to block his entry to me but he pushed shoved and made his way to my side finally.
I took a seat. “Hello, Mr. Astro.”
“Hello, mother wolf. It’s been a while.”
Kang came to attempt to push Omarion aside but Omarion wasn’t easily moved. Kang glared at me standing to his left. “This piece of shit don’t deserve to be here.”
Omarion looked at me with an arched eye brow. To question how I would respond then he smirked at me thinking it was going to be same like before.
“He’s touched by lightning and a child of the mother of the Lightning Baby. I am mother of the Nomads. He is my son in the same way you are my son. Let him speak on what has come to say and be on his way.”
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AI image of man sitting down to write facing his laptop.
He sits at his table.
His laptop is booted up.
His note book of dreams and notes from the day before is open.
The time has arrived.
He went from his bed dreaming strange fantastical mysterious places only the mind could craft
To sitting down at his writing desk facing his instrument of craftsmanship.
He stares at the screen. It’s blank wall holds him captivated.
His timer is going. He hears his phone in the distance. He ignores and waits until he’s bored of waiting and finally puts down one word that make him relax and get to the work ahead. Two words.
When I was kid I was obsessed with reading,writing and video games. I had general beliefs about life and mortality.
The one thing I didn’t have was a direction or reason to work on a career. My focus was becoming a better writer.
Do I regret that?
No. I achieved my goal but I wished that I had had the experience of working a day job and starting a business on the side.
Business and Career.
I missed the bus on experiencing that shit in my 20s and early 30s though I had part time jobs here and there. I missed the grind of earning skills in that short time span of my life.
Starting a business late in life is tougher. You have to fail sooner and figure it out as you go along. Not much time for anything else or energy.
Obession and addiction is the name of the game. There is no such thing is a casual successful GM chess player. It’s all a game of failing hundreds of times to succeeding in the overall goal.
To be the best.
To compete at the highest level.
To analyze how and why you lost.
To win.
You adjust and succeed.
It’s the nature of people who can be ordinary because they’re obsession is real.
Where does the money come in? It’s by product of the chase or Obession for the win for the understanding of how to see every possible outcome.
The chief thing you have to lose is the focus on losing. You will lose a game but you don’t want lose the Obession for looking for the win. Planning for win. Setting up yourself for win.
Omarion clapped me on the back the of the head.. I turned toward him.. “The fuck-“
“Mr. Golden is talking to you.” Omarion said smoothly.
I grimanced and looked at him. Mr. Golden stared up at me frowning. “Sorry, Sir. Go on!”
“Largo. I really need you to focus. The time to aquire sexual favors is later. The villains that destroyed Mr. Sergio’s body will be coming to get the items in question. You need to Identify them and rightly dispose of them before they move on to his daughter. I thought this was made clear to you by Chairman Sergio.”
I grimanced. “It was made perfectly clear. It won’t happen again.”
Mr. Golden stared at me and then got out his wallet. Omarion turned away. He held out two gold ebs cards to me. “I put 10k on each card combined that’s 20k ebs extra plus the fee you’ll receive from Chairman Sergio to keep you focused. Take it.”
Damn it. Now I felt like an asshole. I took the cards.
Mr. Golden turned to Omarion. “Omarion.”
“I’m on your zone.” Omarion said.
“Good. I have to go now. Please take care of yourselves and keep alert. Do not engage President Sergio or allow her to engage in the hunt. Our biggest asset was Chairman Sergio. He has effectly been disabled and the corporation put on a hault. President Sergio is now the only asset we can’t afford to lose.. I will be engaged in the legal front of this battle while you will resolve the physical front. Stick to the plan. Good day gentlemen.” Mr. Golden said. He then turned and got in his ride and drove off.
“Fucking hell dude. Are you still drunk? We don’t need this shit right now family. I had to call in Mr. Golden away from his work to come with this plan because we’ve been holding our dicks without clue of what to do.”
“I got it undercontrol.” I said and then noticed them in crowd of people advancing toward us. “Hot zone! None friendly. Corpo. Looks like the ones that raided the president Sergio’s apartment from the footage.” I said leaning against the car.
Omarion nodded and took a position to my blind side. “Yeah. They must have been waiting for Mr. Golden to leave. Head south to the Nomad central Park area. Roll out on three, two-“
I heard a cruiser above coming toward us. I knew that cruiser. “President Sergio showed up in style. One!” I took off running as Omarion followed.
I took out the tracker to check the location of the car. It was on the move now and headed away from Sergio corporate apartment. “They took it.” I said as Omarion grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of traffic.
“Holy shit. She’s moving fast. Put the speed on bro.”
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I’ve been a entrepreneur seriously for the last five years with various projects and gigs all encorporated in one ball of the one person business model. Mainly, I’m a creator that has produced intellectual property with a side in services.
What’s it like?
Your always working and you never really have a down time because the game is always on and there is no pause button and I’ve failed more times then I can count at the game of business but I’m hard headed and I can’t seem to quit. Especially not now I’m beginning to see signs of success. Small steps.
I was never good at video games growing up but I learned later in life to embrace failure. On certain types of games failure is apart of the game. You learn from every play-through and game over experience. You learn to analyze your mistakes and record and remember your success rate. Eventually you’ll beat the game because the more failures you rack up the more experiences you can learn from and not make again.
I slipped into the one person business model simply because I like creating stuff and my main talents lean toward communications, observations and analysis.
It’s been a difficult game to learn but I’ve come away with some lessons learned.
If it works keep doing and perfect it over time.
If it doesn’t work figure out if it’s worth the time and if you can perfect it but keep doing what works on the side.
Quality matters and critical advice good or bad is information to analyze.
I don’t get it. It sounds like she made this shit up on a alien laptop with a digital mix box program and a blunt out the side of her mouth as she sung into the microphone.
The room was empty when I got in for the morning. It was time for the meeting but was the only one here. I got out my detapad to ask Daisy what the hell was going on. I looked at the wall screen come to life. It flashed digital images of my assistants at their seats working.
They all jumped as I walked over looking over at what they were working on. I saw the screens flashing with market charts and data read outs for the day. “So how is the portfolio doing? Poorly I would guess. Carmon. What are we looking at?”
Carmon Indigo stared at me. “The portfolio is in the shit house for the moment and several of our employees have jumped ship to our competition but that’s not the major situation. We’ve just hit pay dirt. We got two sub-contractors snagged three high profile assets.”
I frowned. “Bring up a profile of one the assets and resalable value.” I asked and looked toward the wall.
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I stared at the cruiser in shock. “Carmon is this-“
“Yes. It’s confirmed. It’s the original model and has the artifacts of the founders of the dream realm. All confirmed and we have offers coming in from private collectors. King Eddie Williams is the top pic.”
“It’s worth in the billions. Alright. Shit. First, who the fuck found this thing and did they acquire it through legal means that won’t get us fucked with Authority and the corporate tax gang for not cutting them a piece in the action? Bring up their ID images and intelligence on how they-“
“-No pictures on file just Letters. L.A. and O. A. and audio message.”
“Shit! Play message!”
“Carmon baby. We got a contracted bill of sale coming to you and a location of where we’re keeping the goods. You know the place Authority Square of 5th Street. We’ll be awaiting the pick up. Come on down and be quick about it baby. My brother got company business to finish up. Later.”
I sighed. “Alright. meeting is over. Carmon send a max prize we can get for the car to his majesty Williams. I need whatever people got left on payroll not hunting down contracts to meet me at the location. Meetings over for now. Call me back when you get answer on the price. I got a few words to have with this cowboy and his mysterious brother.”
I got already feel my detapad buzzing in my pocket as I left room and headed upstairs to where my cruiser was parked on the room of my apartment building. I put on my vizor and hit the receive button on the side. Dad’s image was frowning at me.
“Baby girl what in the hell are you doing? Your not a nomad anymore. Your a Corpo. Leave that shit to-“
“Fuck that shit. You hired them to find the people that jammed you up, didn’t you? I should have known it. I’m not letting them ace me out of the kill and I’m not Corpo. I want to rich and damn sure ain’t trying to sit back and wait while those clowns you hired have all the fun. I’m still a warrior Dad. The same as you.”
“Fucking hell! You ain’t mated yet and keep acting the way your doing the Nomads are going to come hunting you up to shackle you to some asshole I don’t know to get a hold on you. Nomad culture is basic down and dirty what the fuck it is. I told you going fully Corpo is your best-
“-and I told you I ain’t no Corpo. I’m get mated soon enough either to one of those cowboys you hired or to Mr. mystery man you keeping in your back pocket. I’ll leave you to decide. Later.” I said turning off communication. I raced upstairs to the roof.
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Honestly, never heard of this band in particular but I like the sound and energy of them. The lead vocals is pretty good and again digging the sound. I will have to give the song a couple of listens before I will decide if I really dig it.
The music video is what I want to talk about. A day coworker of mean suggested I give the video a look and see. He said it has the artistic echos of ordinarily HeavyMetal the movie.
I have to say I agree. It’s all done with A.I. models and dystopia setting. It’s not a entirely copy of HeavyMetal but has that look and appeal to it though the story is different.
It gives me ideas though for improve my cyberpunk dreams story world. I give the video and story 4 out of 5 or hell yeah it’s fun and good storytelling.
Joe Biden is 81 years old. Huh? It’s possible for 81 year old dude to ah yeah to make it to his last election because in reality this will be his last election. If he isn’t already dead already.
Not a dig. I’m trying to be serious.
Holy shit. You can get this wonderful picture of a beloved el-presidenta for only 5 hundred dollars. Just click on the picture and order yours today.
“I got mean today. He was biting into that ice cream like a five month baby on a doorknob.”
– Martha Focker
“I was there when he bit into the ice cream. I was fucking amazed he wasn’t a computer generated A.I. ” – Dickinson Biggs
