Not much going on. Oh yeah there’s a super bowl Sunday happening in this side of the western clown world. Two teams are playing that nobody gives a fuck about and I find myself sighing for what if’s.
My personally real thoughts are The Raven’s aren’t playing so I don’t give a damn. The Baltimore’s Ravens best team in the fucking world. Oh I don’t give a damn about football in general but if the Baltimore Raven’s are winning and playin in the Super Bowl I give a dump truck of grade A shits. But, I find this season of the American grid Iron something to off. There is something strange in the air something…
Weird.
I’m at a different point in my life where I see the bullshit everywhere now. In movies, in the news and in the face of the decade that conveys every bit of contempt I have for the rulers of the west. They won’t stop. They set this face in front of me and it conveys the depths of what is clown world. This is the face of NFL Football.
What do I have against Taylor Swift? Nothing at all. Average looking, flat chest, no ass having chick with a good work effort. It’s the fuckers that keep reminding me about this chick I didn’t give a fuck about that are my problem. It is a personal hobby of mean to live my life ignoring shit I don’t give a fuck about. I realized later in life the beauty of admitting I don’t give a fuck about certain things but there are people in this life that do. More power to you but for me but please one day acknowledge the people that don’t give a fuck about your shit or at least leave us the fuck alone about your shit.
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.
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.
I’ve been writing books and have a back log of other books I’ve read and enjoyed.
Time. My time is kinda tight right now with writing and joggling between my day career and business interests.
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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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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I lit my cig and took a drag blowing out smoke up at Cy’s face. I walked around him and then came to face him. “What the fuck are you doing getting in the way of my business, kid? Shouldn’t you be running a package or something?”
Cy grimaced shaking his head. “I gave my word to my big brother Ice and that fucker that owns the realm behind me. You daughter killed one his archetypes. The Fucker asked for the Jackal be let go and given to them as payment to keep the peace between our realm and his.”
I looked him up and down. “You think your god or something now? Is that it?!” I asked him.
Cy shook his head. “No. I’m just trying to keep the peace and avoid starting up the Frost war again.”
I rolled my eyes and looked at the portal. I pointed a finger at it. “That fucker is going to come back around here. You think you can keep him safe from me burning his ass when I see him on sight?”
Cy glared at my profile. “I’m not protecting that asshole. But, you can’t burn him. He and the others from the other invaders are off-limits. It’s a peace agreement.”
I smiled. “Hmm. Okay. I get you little brother. I get you. Invader Jackals can go run wild in my backyard because you say so?” I said and started chuckling at him as he stared down at me. I stared at him. “Are you done?”
Cy nodded. “I’m done.”
I pointed at the portal. “Destroy that portal along with every other portal in this realm. I’m done dealing negotiating with these invading assholes.”
Cy stared at me. “Sergio! I can’t do that man.”
I smiled. “Oh yeah. You can’t do that can you. Looks like you tied yourself up pretty good and now your no damn use to anybody. Alright. Listen up, kid. You ain’t my Daddy. You ain’t running shit in this realm. This is my realm. The Elders run this shit little brother. We just allow you to live here. You ain’t even old enough to talk back to your own kind yet. So don’t go wagging your dick around me when your balls haven’t dropped just yet. Give me your damn sword.”
“Ah! Man. This shit sucks!” Cy sighed but he held out his sword.
The sword changed as I took it in my hand to my liking. I nodded. “You better get going back to city. Your warrior days are over. Leave your elders to protect our own backyard. Don’t worry. You won’t have to break your word but I ain’t having no shit head Jackal or invader piece of shit fucking around in my backyard. I’m fixing to clear up all this misunderstanding right now and you can believe that shit. Now get!”
Cy put his hands in his pockets and turned and started walking back toward the city. He disappeared as the other Blood Hounds got on their bikes. “Head to the other portals and destroy every single one of them.”
The Blood Hounds slapped their fists to their chests and then started up their bikes and headed off. I turned toward the portal holding the sword end toward the portal and fire and lightning launched out of the blade hitting the portal and it was destroyed on contact. I smiled. It took a bit of time. But, somehow. I got almost everything I wanted.
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I was sat down in a steel chair in front of authority officer with dark sunglasses and a direct stare. “I am Officer Judge Bran Rafe. Please state your name and business or job.”
“Debra Sergio. I work for my elder as assistant and maid.” I said.
Judge Rafe frowned at me. “I have a Debra West, profession model on your legal ID. Is this correct?”
I shook my head. “No. My name was changed along with my profession a few hours ago and anything relating to the name and file will have to be updated. I’ve already given my statement about what happened. Is there anything? If not, I would like to be taken to my cell to await my trial.”
The Judge stared at me intently behind his mirrored dark sunglasses. “Sergio! I take it that Solo agent Terry Sergio has adopted you as his daughter?”
I felt my heat in my cheeks and as I glared at him. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. May I go to my cell please.”
“One moment.” The Judge said before getting out his datapad and quickly looking through something before he looked back at my file on the desk. He frowned. “On your file it says you are nineteen.”
“Yes I am. Sergio is well into his early thirties and old enough to be my father or elder so I fail to see the point in the question and I haven’t been mated. So I’m still am a underage. It doesn’t mean I’m a child. I just don’t presently have any rights or can own anything.”
“Hmm. Understood. Would you please surrender your lightning sword to my keeping for the moment.” He said. It wasn’t a question.
I shook my head. “That’s not in the cards for me. Sergio told me not to fight you until he handled the affairs concerning what happened to me. I am un able to form it let alone defend myself if you so chose to attack me.” I said feeling on edge after having to admit the truth.
“Hmm. Understood. Where is your former in employer/adopted father?” The Judge asked.
I clenched my teeth. “Red District on Old Block Wood 27th street.”
The Judge came up from his seat and waved me up. I bowed to him and came to my feet keeping my distance and my head lower then his and not looking at him directly. He stared at me with a stone cold face but it still felt like pity.
I could feel my face flushing. “What the fuck you looking at Authority?” I said but even to my own ears my voice was soft and barely above a whisper. Damn it.
“Nothing at all Miss Sergio. We will handle the matter that happened to you presently and your former employer/adopted father will be judged properly before the day break.”
I balled my fists together to keep him from seeing me shake at the sound of his voice. Damn it. He waved me toward the door. I didn’t want to move in front of him. It put me off and it was against everything of how I was taught. I had to force myself to move carefully toward the door. It was noisy and a lot of talk going on outside. I saw news footage on a big vid screen as a series of explosions went off and people running and then I saw the camera man point the camera toward the sky and symbol of Red Wolf head flashed from a search light.
Holy Shit! One of the Kings has called a holy war. I jerked my eyes away from the symbol as I felt The Judge behind me notice the vid footage.
“Alexa. I need men on the fucking street now. King Fish has called the Nomads to a Jackel Hunting party. Sammy take Miss Sergio to my office and watch her until I get back with Sergio.”
I frowned wondering how Sergio was going to get me out of this mess if he could.
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I felt weird. The Jon had finished up apparently faster then I had expected. He had rolled off me quickly toward the over side and started coughing. I frowned looking down at myself. I hadn’t even gotten my under wear off. No. This wasn’t right.
I felt it. My body didn’t feel right. My heart was racing and skin tingled with lightning energy. Shit. I rolled off the bed as I felt the room seem to shift. I got to my feet on the solid carpeted floor of the hotel room. I looked at the Jon as he stood up slowly naked. He seemed a lot taller then I remember and his body was a lot more darker.
I snickered lightly to hide my fear. “Your a new arrival.” I said my heart was racing.
“What?! No. What are you doing? I paid for a full night. We haven’t even gotten started. A deal is a deal.” He said and my vision shifted again as he tried to use his powers on me.
I shook my head focusing my power into my hands and snapped my fingers. The sword came fast to my hands forming from my hands. I glared at him. “The war is over. Cy and Lightning Baby negotiated a peace pack with your kind. Back off!”
The room was getting darker as the Jon started whispering sweet nothings in the air. I could see a strange blue black smoke in the air. It smelled like some type of drug. I was starting to get light headed. I put out my hand and blasted the asshole in the direction I heard his voice coming from.
He went flying back knocking against the wall. The smoke faded as the room became more filled with light from the nightstand lamp. I glared at him. “I don’t want no trouble. I know what you are and why you tried to attack me. The war is over. It’s peace time.”
“Peace?! There is no peace. As long as the alien insults the Lord God of Frost. I was right about you. You used to be a soldier in the frost wars.”
I shook my head. “I wasn’t no damned soldier. Your people tried to invade my home and killed off my pack. I killed as much of your own. Eye for an Eye and shit. Leave me the fuck alone. I was a fucking kid. I had no choice.”
He laughed in an echoing voice and his eyes blazed red and black fire energy. Fucker bounded toward me throwing a fire ball in my face. I blocked it with my sword. He was on top of me then. I kneed him in the nuts making him scream from the blow and the lightning energy I put into it. His hold on me loosened I thumbed him in the eye before I head butted him on the nose hard. He rolled off me to his feet and opened his mouth wide.
Fire gathered inside mouth as he prepared to blast me with all elemental energy inside his body. I couldn’t block that shit. Once it touched me I was dead. I didn’t think. I just stabbed him in the mouth with my sword and I stared down at him as he gabbed on my sword trying to remove it but it wouldn’t be removed. I cursed getting my clothes on fast as he fell to the floor and started dying fast. I heard feet running down the hallway toward the room. Someone was coming fast.
Shit. I withdrew my sword from his mouth as the authority knocked the door down. Fucking shit. I ran for the balcony and dove off the side. I used the sword to create a lightning rope to swing down to the bottom. I got up quickly as I heard shouts and authority cruisers coming for me. Damn it. This was bad. I took off running.
It had been long time sense I had killed but that had been in the frost wars when that fucking alien had tried to take over the dream realm. This was different and there was a peace pack between the Cyberpunk dreams and that asshole.
How the fuck did they find about me? This had to be a set. I needed help fast or I would be headed to a one way trip to the Pin or banishment from the dream realm.
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Strange times we’re headed into again I’m reminded of the 2021. The clock goes back in my head. A time I actively chose to live each day like I’m here. I’m alive and I’m here for the smoke, the conflict and the comedy.
Life. The good, The bad and The in between moments we’re all embarrassed that five year old child called us on our bullshit. Life is worth living. Even in those moments life appears to have not a damn meaning at all. Life is worth living to achieve what you value the most to do. What value the most to put your heart into.
Why?!
Because I said so.
I believe so.
Because that’s the secret. We all keep going on this road because the sets of beliefs and philosophy handed down to us and the gems we find along the way that keeps moving. Anybody that says otherwise is can go fuck him, her and itself back to the shit hole they came out of. I don’t want to hear it. I fight against anything that drags me down and away from the belief I hold while I’m living on this spinning mud ball of a crazy, beautiful world.
Omarion had a funny smile on his lips and he was just staring out the window. I had offered him a cigar but he had shook his head. He didn’t even want a beer or burger. He just wanted a job.
“Was it that bad inside?” I asked but the second I did. I felt like dumb fuck for even voicing the question.
Omarion didn’t react right to my voice. “Yeah. I can’t go back. I’m never going back. I would go live in the outlands or as close to The Rim as I could survive. I ain’t never going back.” He said.
I turned my attention in front of the cruiser. I brought my finger to the dash board screen. I brought up the message board on the city Runner-For-Hire site. I went to our contact page to look at the message I got from the client. There was a timer for him to arrive at the gas station. He was due for a few more minutes still but he should have been here already for the orange level weight of the job. “Where the fuck is this dude?”
“He’ll show up or we’ll get a lead. Somebody is coming in.” Omarion spoke softly.
I frowned turning hearing the weird tone in his voice. I wondered about it. The crusier was a dark cherry red model with a white X painted on the hood and driver’s side door. “He’s nomad. Don’t know the symbol though. Do you?”
“No. But, I know the face from somewhere or I might know his old man. Stay tight.” Omarion said as the young nomad pulled up along side his side. “Tell me your story. Maybe I can help.” He said.
“I’m Nate. You O who likes to read law books at night on Pin block 9?”
“Yeah. You got me. How’s your Pops? What can I do for you young blood?”
“My Pops is dead. I need a lawyer and Solo operator on the low, you dig me, OG?” He asked and looked nervously at me.
“Yeah. Feed me, the story. Oh he’s my brother. I’m with you, young blood. Tell me the story. I’m with you. My condolences about your Pops. Fox put me on the square and told me, the real deal on how the world works.”
“I had a sister. Shelby Blue got hooked up with a rival enemy to my pack. He swore he was on Jones for her. Pops left her in his hands when he got sent to the Pin. Things went to shit two months Pops was in. We found her on the border of the Outlands and the State line. Her eyes were blazing Red. Fucker said, he didn’t know shit about it public at court. Law dogs say he ain’t do it. But fucker did it. Pops came back and went on sucide run on his ass. His body….they dropped off his body on the door to my trailer with a note. Let it go or your daughter is next. I can’t do shit. I got a little one and three boys that haven’t taken the rite of passage. My pack is small and afraid of him. He keeps hunting around our baby girls.”
“What do you want us to do?” I asked him.
“I want you to skin his bitch alive and put one in his ass and between the eyes but I just want him to go the fuck away from us. We don’t have the pull to get authority to send the Judge on his ass. Can you do it?”
“Give me a name young blood. I can make em go away for you.” Omarion said with smile and hint of danger in his voice.
“Archbold Whitehall. He’s got a brother that’s corporate and Sister to one of the Kings. He works in the red district on 6th.”
“Fucking hell. ” I cursed. “Your better off asking us to take on The Judge himself.”
“Archbold Whitehall. Alright bet. Payment is 10k ebs half now, half later and a favor for my brother over here. Give me a week to get the case on afterward you won’t be seeing or hearing from Archbold Whitehall again you can bet your credits on that shit. You feel me?”
“Bet. OG. Pops said, you would a real one if I was in a pinch. Give me your account number. I’ll wire you half the credits now and other half after the job is done.”
Just like that we were now in the black market game.
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R1TA 2.0 opened her eyes and stared ahead out of the window of my cockpit. We were close to the pickup area for the cargo we had to deliver. “I met him.” She said in a soft voice.
I nodded my head. “The Fixer. I know. He gave you the learning programs you wanted.”
R1TA 2.0 frowned but nodded. “Yes.
“Were you confused about him?”
R1TA 2.0 nodded her head. “Yes. He is not like Dr. Moore’s impressions she recorded in the educational sleep programing.”
“Dr. Moore was correct about him. The Fixer holds to the nomad system of politics.” I said.
R1TA 2.0 frowned shaking her head. “Nomad system?! What is that?”
I frowned. I wondered if she was lying. “How many systems of politics of the Newark City State are you awhere of?”
R1TA 2.0 then looked at me and her expression fell. “My function is only to serve the corporation and act as engineer for corporate ships. I was given no knowledge otherwise.”You and others must have been given more knowledge because you and others prefer different function. It isn’t nessary for me to know nomad system politics?”
It wasn’t but I felt like answering her. “It is a tribal system that is similar to a wolf pack. Elders are at the top. Big brother and sister stand in the middle and children or unmated are at the bottom and are the protected class. The Fixer sees you as his child. So he will treat you as such.”
“I am not a child.” R1TA 2.0 said stiffly. “I am a fully grown Genetically engineered human. Besides that I am not his genetic offspring. Bordy Swan and Dr. Moore are my biological source.” She said.
Interesting. I was starting to wonder that myself by the Fixer’s behavior toward Rita. I would keep that thought to myself. But, that would have to put off for later. “Have you downloaded the information from the programs because we will be arriving at the location to pick up the cargo.”
R1TA 2.0 nodded focusing on the job. “Yes. The programs were successfully downloaded and I am processing through the information now. If I may ask what is the cargo we are picking up?” She said.
I watched her focus on me intently. “I don’t know what it is. I was told a passenger will be assisting in the transport. You’ll have to get used to this type of thing from the big bosses.”
R1TA 2.0 had questions but she knew enough not ask them now. “Okay. I will do as you say.”
Damn. There it was. Someone had fucked with her programing majorly. Luckily the results I could work with.
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She was a strange one. Nothing like the others. I wondered still if the death notice decision came down from the committee if I could terminate R1TA 2.0 like I did the others. No. If I could do it this time. This time would be different.
R1TA 2.0 was nervous on her first official day of birth as we stepped out of the compound of the Battlestar group. She kept close to my side. It was a blessed day though. The sun was shining through the rainy blue clouds of the dream realm. Droplets fell like tears and there was gentle breeze in the season.
She lifted her face up letting the rain fall on her face and a smile formed on her face radiating her presence all the more brighter. She reached for my hand. I allowed her to take my hand as I scanned the area waiting for our ride to pull up to curbside.
I noticed a few people stop to stare a moment seeing what I saw. I also saw an asshole coming up with purpose in her steps and a grin on her face. I caught her stare and she turned on her heel and walked back the way she came.
“When will I be permitted to see Dr. Moore?”
I turned to look at R1TA’s innocent gaze. “After you have completed your mission and we return to the dream realm. No sooner. No later.” I said and then turned reaching for my crusier’s back seat door as the cruiser pulled up. I opened the door with my security and R1TA nodded her head and got in. The cruiser took off down the street.
R1TA stared at me. “You seemed troubled by something. Is it in regards to me and the new protocol changes handed to me only?”
She was nervous. She had a right to be but for the reasons she assumed. “You are the latest upgrade you are also different in temperament from the others.”
“I am defective in some way!”
“No. You are innocent. No. Don’t ask me what I mean. It’s time for you to begin your lessons.” I said and clicked a switch on a hidden compartment between us.
The lid rose up and inside blue switches lit up to my own board computer. I reached inside and held out fiber wire decker cord. “Take it. Your link unit is behind your right ear. Once you link it in I’ll send you instructions on where to go once you jack in to the spider web.”
R1TA 2.0 frowned but took the cord and started to place the jack into her female input. “I was instructed on every type of cruiser vehicle in the dream realm. Is this a new model?”
I shook my head and got out my key pad from the compartment. “This isn’t a crusier. This is the cockpit of ship. Get ready. I’m jacking you into the system computer now. The first is a bit weird.”
R1TA 2.0 sat back suddenly and opened her mouth on a silent scream as her mind was jacked into the cyber verse.
