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Astro Bros Episode 18

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Peaches

I lay in bed at peace.. My body was still a glow with power but my excessive violent energy was stomped down. I could relax. I lay next to Cooper who was rubbing his large hand on my backside smoking a thick cigar. My spirit was calm under his masculine care.

“Thank you.” I told him.

Cooper shook his finger at me. “No thanks required. So what was all that a few hours ago with Kang and Omarion?”

“Mr. Astro was on a case and needed a distraction to hide him as his pack brother. I provided it and then things got out of hand when I amplified their powers with my energy.”

Cooper nodded. “Did you mean any of that stuff? The words you said to Kang?”

“Of course. I love my children however Kang is twice blessed by Lightning Baby and the flame deva because of you. That’s why it got out of hand. I lost control of my emotions. Why?”

“Damn. I wish you had lied about it. The others are going to get jealous now.”

“I didn’t mean-“

Cooper held up his hand. “I know. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were just expressing your love and pride of your sons. Legendary flame king. I like that. Thank you.”

“Why are you taking all this so well?”

Cooper frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be? I just the best news I’ve ever had in my life along with some great sex. I’m winning at life.” He said and then his detapad buzzed on the night stand I froze.

Cooper stared at me. “I got you. Don’t worry.” He said and reached for Detapad and looked at the screen. He stared at his screen and then sent a short reply and but it back on the nightstand.

“Is it the kids?”

Cooper shook his head while rubbing my backside. “Nope. I made a mistake. Now. I know what I have to do. It’s your old slavers. They sent me an offer for you.”

“Okay. That is strange. I am an old model GEH. I thought they retired me once you bought my contract did they want to take my DNA for cloning or something else?”

Cooper shrugged. “I don’t give a fuck. Just the fact they contacted me a second time today shows they’re trying to fuck me over. You felt it didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Is it about what happened today?”

Cooper nodded. “Oh sure and they’re trying to fuck me over. This isn’t out of the blue. Remember. They contacted me earlier today before we went out with the boys.. They offered me 5 Million ebs for you.. This time they offered me two GEH warrior models and 10 million ebs. What’s that sound like to you?”

Asset liquidation. Corporate takeover. esperation. Greed. War.

Cooper nodded staring at me like he could hear my thoughts. “They’ll try to kill me then they’ll come after the boys and then they’re going to try to steal you.”

“My sons? Why?!”

Cooper nodded his head but his eyes were lost in plans. “To make you come to them. That ain’t going to work though. I ain’t giving you up. I’m sorry honey I’ll have to burn em down anyone that gets in my way to fuck me over ain’t walking away.”

I nodded. “Yes. If they aim to kill my sons please burn them all.”

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The Craftsman

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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.

FUCKING HELL!

That’s enough for today.

Superbowl Sunday…Yeah. Yeah. Whose excited?!

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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.

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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.

Warm Regards

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Astro Bros Episode 14

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Peaches

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I reached for a piece finally after deciding on my next move only to have a e-zine tablet placed on the board between me and Cooper. The pieces scattered all over the board.

“You need to do something about your boy. He’s getting to many solo jobs on the black market.” Kai said.

I did a quick read of the e-zine black market digital news print of the taken jobs by Astros vs Cooper picked up the e-zine and flung it away. “Business is competitive by nature get used to it but your business is not my business so compet or fail.” I said without looking up and carefully arranged the pieces as they were. I had to pause because I began to second guess my next move.

“Yo. I-“

“Get the fuck out and stand in the hallway. I’ll be out in a minute.” Cooper said.

Kai quickly left without a word. I looked up to Cooper’s face. “Why does he keep wishing to involve me in his business life?”

Cooper sat back rubbing the back of his neck. “I-fuck I don’t anymore. He’s jealous of his older half-brother. Omarion is kicking ass as a solo.” He said with a little bit of pride in his voice.

“Mr. Astro is not connected to us. Kai shouldn’t feel jealous at all.” I said and rubbed my nose.

“Peaches. Omarion is your son.” Cooper said patiently.

“Yes. but that is only by a technical basis. I am his mother’s GEH model Bx396-“

“Peaches. Your his mother. Why do you keep avoiding talking about this?”

“because his life went to shit the day I approached him regarding this subject.” I said losing patience. I got out a cigar and lit it up and took a drag. “It was a weak moment for me. I-I hadn’t seen him in years and I-I just wanted to see him again. It was greedy of me but I couldn’t resist the impulse any longer.”

Cooper nodded. “Your a mother.”

I shook my head. “You have got to talk Kai out of competing with Mr. Astro.”

Cooper stared at me. “Your Afraid Astro will crush Kai?”

I got up and paced the library floor. “I didn’t say that. Ka should compet with Kai and the others.”

“What about Kang? What’s your prediction between can Kai compet with Kang?”

“No. No. Just his other brothers. Kang is much to-” I froze. I looked back at him. “What are you doing?”

Cooper stared at me. “Kang and Omarion-“

“-Go their own ways. Cooper what are you doing? Did something happen?”

“I’ve been promoted with the extra property, rank and the number of children I’ve got. I’m a small king now.”

I stared at him. “Congratulations. Your five years ahead of schedule. What does this have to do with Kang and Mr. Astro?”

“I have to have a offical heir of the pack. You have any suggestions? What is your Analysis between Omarion and Kang?”

“Out of the two Kang is the most realistic choice. Kang has charestics that suit your style of leadership the pack is most…wait.” I said automatically and then shook my head. “Stop doing that.”

Cooper snorted and stood up. “I’ll be back. Gets some reading done while I’m gone and think about your next move.”

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Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 12

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Debra

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I stared out at the city listening to music while I wondered when Dad was going to get home from work.

I heard a buzz from front door and something heavy like a box being dropped down outside. I grabbed my P89 and headed to the door. I took a look from my Datapad to see outside at the cameras I had had installed in our private hallway.

I looked outside a black box sat on the floor in front of my door. I opened my door and bent down reaching for it carefully and picked it up. I went inside closing the door behind me it locked automatically.

I went over to my workstation and put it down. There was a code on of the top box. I scanned it with my Datapad and downloaded a video message.

I looked at my screen.

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“I got some bad news baby girl. Well depending on when you hear this and our relationship.. I’m dead. This is my last will and testament to you in the event my heart stopped and I wasn’t able to check in with my lawyer in the last twenty-four hours. I don’t have much but my name to give you. My business and all my accounts are now yours. I was-“

The door was blown open a second later and several Corpo agents came in with pulse rifles. They advanced in pushing me back as they took the black box.

“Your stealing my property.” I said.

They ignored me as they took the box backing out and leaving. “Daisy!”

(At your service, President Sergio)

“Record theft and identity agents draw up lawsuit on corporation for theft and attempted assault.”

(Done. Waiting for response from lawyer.)

I looked back at my Detapad and froze as I saw my Dad pretending to be froze while listening to everything going on. Hope. I allowed myself a little of it. Dad was an odd one.

“Play message.”

“I know. It’s going to be hard for you but your in a good position to transfer into a full Corpo position in your life but-“

“Cut the crap Dad. I want to know who got you jammed up enough to fake your death. This isn’t a recording and you weren’t about to say all this.”

Dad sighed. “Listen. I’m dead. What your seeing now is just an A.I. program I had made up to give you the details and make some arrangements along the way. I’m not live streaming to you. Daisy can confirm it for you.”

(Correct. Chairman Sergio is not live streaming his message from any known device. He is currently located in President Sergio’s Detapad. President Sergio the video has been sent to your lawyer. He is reviewing it now.)

What the hell?!

Dad waved his thin cigar nodding his head. “See. Now. My message is complete. You can delete this program at any time you want. Later-“

“Wait. Your an A.I. of my Dad? You most know somethings about him.”

Dad shrugged. “I know what I know. The past never matters much to me Baby girl.”

Even that answer was so like my Dad. “Where were you born? What is the name of your pack?”

Dad smiled shaking his head. “Nope. I know where you trying to go but trust me Baby girl my past is complicated enough. Let’s just say I wasn’t born in the normal way or in a normal setting. My pack name is of course. Sergio. If that’s all you really should delete this program.”

I smiled and put away detapad. “Daisy. Is the market open yet?”

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The Workshop Of My Mind….

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Everything is a work in progress. A process of drawing up ideas, structuring blue prints and note booking the concepts I’m working on. I’ve acquired a set of tools and skills I’ve learned from teachers in the art of storytellers and experience in experimenting with those tools.

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I have a plan and several goals in all this. I really do. I am building the plane as I’m flying it on the go. There will be mishaps and failures along the way but the over all goal is still at the fore-front of my mind. But, the plan is there. I’m not making random stories/blog posts.

Example: Cyberpunk Nights City Tales – Astro Bros and Terry Sergio

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It’s a mixture of two tales taking place on one night, from the perspectives of the five main characters. All of them have independent ideals, their own lives and their own agendas and not all of them will even meet or be considered friends. They are the movers of the plot and the buildings in a city and spice to the fictional world that is ever evolving.

Cyberpunk Nights City Tales started as a experiment but the overarching goal of this story is to add more substance to the lore of my fictional world and sense of realism of how people ordinarily behave. The language is crude. The mindsets are simple and direct. The motivations understandable. There are characters from other stories that appear in this stories because they to exist in the world of cyberpunk dreams. I want the reader to be hocked into the characters and see the world through their eyes. It’s a visual novel with elements of action, mystery, drama and parody. I will add a taste of audio in the mix later on but like the direction the world building is taking and the whole concept is something I’ve never done before…

The ride is enjoyable. The fun is experimentation colored with the flavors of cinnamon spice and Mr. Goodbar random creativity. I love every fucking word. I love every fucking spin. I love the cocktail mix of comedy and this..

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Astro Bros Episode 11

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Largo

Forty minutes later we were on the road on cycles with new leather armor. What the fuck were we doing? And how the fuck did we end up here?

These were the thoughts rolling through my head as I followed Omarion his bike and finally made the last turn down the alleyway to the location we would meet up with the dude we had been ordered to act as bodyguards in the hunt/termination mission.

He got off first at the corner and walked over to store front where a sexy looking authority standing at a corner glaring at us.

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“He’s inside questioning the suspect, don’t ask him nothing. Authority is giving you twenty-eight hours to complete the job. You two cowboys fuck up and get him killed then your asses are going into the pin. We on the same on zone?”

Omarion nodded. “We’re on the zone, Momma wolf and ready for action. You smell nice. You like hot sex in dark alleys.”

The authority rolled her eyes. “Get the fuck on cowboy before I take your sexy ass for a ride Down sunset and paradise.”

Omarion snorted. You are a master at knowing how to tempt a man. I’ll see again.” He said giving her a respectful bow before heading inside.

I started following him inside. I stopped once but the authority flipped me off without looking. Damn. Shot down before an attempt to draw out my best line. I sighed and followed my brother inside. I caught up with Omarion inside.

We walked into a club quietly to the sound of loud music and bodies on the floor. They all were dressed in the same variation of tea leaf green color. Green Devils pack. Hard to imagine one dude had come in looking for one dumbass jackel that had traded a youth to invader trash for some clout and ebs from trash ice King.

“What do you know about this dude?” I asked.

Omarion shook his head. “Don’t start. I know as much as you do. Ex-wardog. Ex-assassin. Solo nomad.. We do what we’re told and hopefully he doesn’t skin us up like he did these assholes. We’re almost there.”

He was leaning over a body on the floor. As he straightened up and turned to face us lighting his cig…

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Terry Sergio nodded to us. “Gino sent you boys, huh?”

Omarion nodded. “We’re here to help.” He said.

Terry Sergio smiled. “Good to hear. Let’s go, boys. It’s going to be long night.”

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Astro Bros Episode 10

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Omarion

“What the fuck is this? This ain’t the authority station!?” Largo said stating what we all knew.

I stared at the back of the man that faced the computer monitors. “It was a bit messy but, we finished the job.”

“A bit messy is a under statement.” The man said. “You’ll have to leave the city and head into the Outlands and take a portal to-“

“Not happening.” I said. “My brother and I did a job. We completed the job. We get paid. We move on to the next job. Me and my bro got a lot of jobs today to finish. The job was offical from the dark directory. The job was legit. Authority can take up any argument with for all I care.”

“You were a bit to good with the job.” The man said. “You caught the attention of the Kings, Kooper and the authorities in one night. They’re all hunting for you and the person that hired you. It was supposed to be a quiet job.”

“Quiet job?! When you gave us the job you never said nothing about it supposedly being a quiet job. You just said you needed somebody to get it done. You might have told us about the assassin invader bodyguard Whitehall hired to watch his back and not to mention the girl he was with just taking off when fight started and then Kooper just showing up at the club.” I said.

“What the fuck is this? O. Is this the fucker that gave us the job?” Largo demanded. “Was this a fucking set up?!”

“A set up or a test of some kind. I don’t care either way what was it? You were supposed to lead us here to kill us or some other bullshit?” I asked.

“Funny. You don’t seem the least bit afraid either way. Must be because of what that girl gave you at the club? Who was she? Some old girlfriend or model that you took for a turn?” He said in a dark humor deadpan tone of voice.

“We came up a flight of stairs to get to this room. You keep running your fucking mouth about my older sister and I’ll throw you and your fake Judge down the fucking stairs as my payment. Quit fucking with me and give my credits.”

“Judge. Give em his pay.” The man said.

I frowned as I turned to the fake Judge to see him hold out a tablet to me. I snatched it and turned it on. A red wolf head symbol appeared on the screen along with short message at the bottom. “Accepted. Blood Hound O. A and Blood Hound L. A. Who the fuck are you?” I demanded.

“Bro. What fuck is it?” Largo asked and took the the tablet to stare at the tablet. “What the fuck?! The Nomad King’s blood hounds?! What the fuck is this shit? Around set up!”

The man turned around. I stared in shock. I knew who this fucker was. Head of authority. Alpha Wolf of one the largest nomad packs in the city. One of five Kings of Newark City State..

Gino Fish.

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What is my blog/website? Willy Wonka’s Def Jam Remix Comedy show!

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I really thought about this all week. I’m going to say I love my shit. I love writing shit that is just off the wall crazy, sexy and down and dangerous weird. Everything just flows out of my imagination and drive to experiment and test concepts of fiction, dreams, politics and comedy. Mixing them all in a bowl in my mind and pouring out words from my finger-tips out into one website.

Growing up Willy Wonka & The chocolate Factory (1971)

That’s my jam. I kept thinking of a moment before Willy opens the door and tells his guests that they’re about to walk into the main room of his factory where all his dreams and visions come true. A paradise of Willy’s creation and imagination.

I love the movie. That’s my childhood right there. I thought about my blog and what it’s become over a few short years of rebranding and re-focus. It’s almost close to becoming my own little Chocolate Factory but online. A nice little spot. Where you the reader or drive by surfer of the internet gets a delight for the day or week.

I’ve always loved comedy. Def Jam Comedy another favorite my childhood. I think of the most glorious times of my life was when I was crying tears of pure joy as I fought to breath from laughing so hard.

That’s what this space is to me. Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory of imagination and a Def Jam Comedy specials. It’s a place where we are just here to have so fucking fun with song bird language being the sweet delight to internal voice. The love of the written language is my jam and I just can’t life to seriously. Especially when life’s moments are just too damn funny not to laugh about it. I need imagination and a good laugh.

I built something special here and now it’s time to put some steroids’ in this shit. I got ideas about where I want to take the site and my blog and I’m going to experiment and enjoy taking it to the limits of my imagination.

Warm Regards

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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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