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"Peanut" A Minuteman Story

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Prolog 1003

Amari

[October 227, near Med-Tek Research Hospital]

A mysterious underground lab


Just when the caterpillar thought her life was over, she began to fly. (1)

~Unknown?

(1, quote:??)


Dr. Tatna Amari talked to herself almost continuously. Under her breath, she would whisper things to no one in particular, just her way of having an intelligent and interesting conversation with another living being even if that being was herself.

She didn’t have much interaction with the living anymore. They avoided her for the most part. So, this would do. She didn’t even notice that she did it, and the people she spoke to inside her mind were always better company than the real ones that occasionally wandered into her lab as things were nowadays.

She knew what she had to do and why it was so important, and it consumed her. The time of humankind 1.0 was over just as it had for the Neanderthals. The days for the human species are numbered and time was getting very short as the post-apocalypse numbers of unmutated humans had been in steep decline now for the past 100 years. For the species to have a chance at survival, it needed an upgrade. One greater than the 1.5 joke cybernetics that had were salvaged from the old world. The human race needed to upgrade, her upgrade to “NanoGenicKind 0.0.1.”

“Have you dreamed? A particularly deep sleep often ends that way?” She asked the corpse with the open skull cap.

“Oh, not quite being able to wake up? Humm yet, struggling to do so? Aum, are you telling yourself it is time to wake up, and it is so close, but you can’t get over the edge into conscience? Is that your dream?

Maybe, you have the feeling that your systems are testing you? What entities and what is this here in my dream with me? Don’t know, do you? Feeling like some invisible force is picking you up, but you are just dead weight? Isn’t that odd?

Are you afraid yet, to the point of panic in the way only waking dream can do?

Oh, wait, what, what now? Instead of waking, you start to fall, fall backward, sinking regressing into the abyss.

Do you scream in abject terror “please” just let me wake-up?

Let me tell you. “It will stop about the time you would think you’re going to hit bottom.”

“Then, you should get the feeling you are coming back on-line \\\:::\\\, but you don’t know what that is or what it means? Crazy, I know.”

No? “You never had this dream?”

Dr. Amari stopped talking and smiled at the inanimate corpse.

She tapped her injector.

Letting her breath out with finality, she said.

“You will.”

Then rather non-surgically she rammed the injector home.

The skin made a popping sound in resistance as the three-inch-long 6.5 gage needle penetrated……​
 
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Prolog 1004

Dog

[County Crossing]

Dog is just god, only backward
A few miles away, a dog watched its charges sleep. It pretended to do the same, but Dog never really slept. The dog was pleased tonight, soon there would be two more unexpected helpers to aid the resurrected one, or so he called her. The dog let out a sigh and rolled onto its side. This campfire was warm, though it didn’t matter much; not to him anyway.

The four heralds, the metaphoric horses that ushered in the war that was the last apocalypse were gone now. That is why there were no more horses; dog whimpered in humor, in his version of a chuckle thinking about that. This time as in any divine countdown, there would be but three heralds to the new age. The dog now had what he needed; the three souls tied to fate, and they would decide the destiny of a planet.

What they represented was universal throughout all conflicts in space, time and dimensions; one soul for resurrection, one soul for insurrection, and one soul for surrection. The irony, they would be the nexus of the world to come; be that what it may. They would be the ethos of the new beginning and one day, “the myths.” That is how the dog made it, a cycle of destruction and creation. From one began the other, always recycling.

The dog sighed, he had species to evolve, a quantum shift he needed to manage, a world to save, new gods to deal with, and a surrection of new sentient races that seemed set on the genocide of one another. The dog had his paws full, but he felt he had picked the potential heroes well. His "thumbs," dog whimpered in humor again, a chuckle thinking about thumbs.

With that thought, the dog relaxed and farted; darn, dog form with its animal needs. Still, that molerat stew was tasty. As it should be, after all, he had created all the ingredients.
 
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Ronnie Shaw
 
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Wowsers!!!! Couldn't stop reading so had to have extended lunch break. Made me sad at peanuts demise. Can't wait for the next parts. Great story.
 
Wowsers!!!! Couldn't stop reading so had to have extended lunch break. Made me sad at peanuts demise. Can't wait for the next parts. Great story.

Thank you @Geoff for your kind words, :sorry but not to worry about Peanut. :dont

:kiss2 Ivy has her and Rockers heads. :spiteful She has just to deliver them. :ty2

:friends I am a big fan of good wins, and this isn't, "game of thrones." :scare

Anyway :dogmeat: Dog needs Peanut.

Peanut is the Surrection
:giver:
Surrection: term in geology, upheaval, tectonic forces, something completely new. It also has historic overtones in conflict theory but it is normally decided just to use one of the following more common categories as pure surrection would be very unique situation.
Resurrection: Return from the past or from the dead. "The General"
Insurrection: Political or military uprising against a government or authority. "Rocker"

Your complement is inspiring. :smile The fact you read it to the end and it was worth extending your break for it is just amazing. It felt good to hear that. :this

This story was an eye-opener for me. This document as-is was 30 pages single spaced and intended to be a short story. What happened when I started writing was I wrote over double that. I was all over the place as I had so many micro-stories penned inside.

\Additionally, an excel spreadsheet formed into a workbook of my own invented lore, story, actors, interactions and event timelines that intertwined with all the parts. It was so painful to edit. Not just the content but my horrible grammar and not having a written machinic "perspective" I wanted to stick too. It took me an ungodly amount of free time to rewrite, near 3 months. Yes, I am that slow and bad of a writer.

I am not stuck in coming up with content, "hahah no writer's block here!" :lol Just trying to decide how much time I want to invest in learning how to extract all this from my head into a form folks would enjoy if it was shared.

I don't know if I will pick it up again at this point. But if I do? I have two prologs to finish.

Ronnie has a back story for me, and Ronnie's story starts to tie in Rocker's into the bigger picture.

The General will think about suicide. :shok1 The dog will pee on her leg "snapping her back to reality." A dog peeing on your leg has a tendency to put perspective on one's life. :mosking
:punish

So who knows? :scratchhead

I do think about this story every single day. :umnik2

A favorite saying of mine is, "there is always more." :wink
 
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I've always had a soft spot for sci-fi and fantasy. And your great little story reminded me of a few author's that I read as a young pup.
I wondered about the heads and the doc connection. Syhths ?
Many years back I used to write short tales about Ducks and how they saved the world, so I know how hard it is to edit your own work. Especially when you have to decide what to keep out for another time.
Inspiration comes from strange places at times.
Thanks for replying.
I have always liked the way you think, the world needs us crazies.
 
This story blew my mind in a good way and took up my whole morning. Don't worry about being a "good writer." That's a trap. Instead, stick the knife in deep, twist it sideways and let the story bleed out. It's better that way.
 
Do you still plan to continue this?


I don't think I'll have much of a choice, when my mind wonders it wonders here.

For me, the story might be greater than the writer? That in itself should be enough of a reason to continue. An "I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it." kind of thing. The learning is time-consuming, and you know we both have been busy. :friends

So, if you mean the story then "yes." If you mean here on these forums, maybe. If they are still here.
 
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