Operation: Serpent

[geri]

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IC: The world spun on it's axis amid the darkness of space. It consisted mostly of water, it's inhabitants also consisting of a great deal of the liquid and very vunerable to injury and fatalities. Still, there was some promise to these beings called humans and their world that they had named Earth. True that promise had been stalled and their future now compromised by another species that would take advantage of the Utopia these beings felt they had created.

"There has been no progress for almost one hundred earth years," The voice of the head watcher floated to those that were 'seated' before the hologram of the world that arose from the middle of the space ship's floor. The head watcher was in his/her normal form which was pure energy and so only the voice came to those waiting instructions. "In fact there are indications that they are backsliding in their technological progress as well as all other aspects of their lives."

"They think they have reached their full potential but that belief is about to be sorely tested by the Kolars whom you have all dealt with before. The Kolars are a preditory race and are quick to take any advantage over other worlds in order to enslave and use them, draining them and moving on. Since the majority of you have faced them I do not need to tell you more than that."

"Needless to say this world is not ready for the approaching invasion and they will lose. They gave up space travel 93 earth years ago when the government convinced the people, wrongly, that there was no life on any other planet. All weapons of destruction both offense and defense were destroyed or recyled into peaceful items 59 earth years ago and only small pockets of individuals are unhappy with how the world has settled down into a peaceful, unsuspecting target. Most are happy to follow the directives of their world government or have been convinced they are happy about it."

"If something is not done the extinction of this race is emminant and that is what you are here to prevent. As always you are free to choose your own methods in your assignment to get the beings of this planet 'motivated' as long as you do not cause mass destruction as this is what we are trying to prevent." An extra warning touch caressed Viral's mind as these words were spoken letting him know he would be watched closely.

The hologram waivered and then steadied the picture having changed into five separate and distinct parts. Two male beings and three female appeared in the air all going about their daily lives unaware they were being watched. "These are the preset targets. They hold key elements which marks them as starting points in this mission. You may choose to work upon these or you may go on your own way as you desire. As long as your focus is the successful completion of this mission."

"They are known as follows: Ori Pickens, Jenna Mckay, William Turner, Fae Barton and Connie Stevenson. They are the most vunerable though they will not be easily pursuaded. You will have to find a way to persuade them." Each member of the Watcher's team felt a mental caress as their name was spoken. "Those chosen to go are: Kishan, Kidgta^smiwn*T, Benn, Arla, Osher and Viral." Again Viral felt a warning within the caress before the head Watcher's probe left him. "Others may be sent at a later date depending upon development but for now those are the only ones. The others are dismissed."

As the others in the room rose to leave under whatever power their species used for locomotion panels in the desks the chosen Watchers were sitting in slid back to reveal devices used on all missions. They were a combination of communication devices and data bases. It would keep them in constant communication with the space ship, let them bypass security and other systems on the planet and aide in many more ways on the mission.

"All you will need to know is contained, as always, within. Not only is all information on those humans shown to you available but other possibilities also. Remember not only can you work on the humans themselves but you can use any plan within reason to cause dissatisfaction within these beings. Only kill if you must and only if you or your mission is in jepardy. We are trying to prevent their annihalation not participate in it. Choose your targets carefully and with full knowledge of the outcome. You will be held accountable at the end of the mission. You may now go and prepare. Once you are prepared you will be transported to the surface whereever you choose to start. Keep in constant contact. Progress reports are expected."

The lights within the room went up completely to reveal the six chosen Watchers were alone as their director had left once instructions were over.

 

[crysede]

Jenna McKay:
Jenna sipped her herbal tea and looked out her study window with an air of serene contentment, admiring the perfectly manicured lawns and gardens of her neighbors. What more could one ask for as proof that paradise had been achieved, then the fact that people had nothing left to worry about but keeping their flower beds symmetrical and making sure no blade of grass was out of place. Humanity had reached the pinnacle of perfection!

Turning back to her computer screen, and the unfinished speech she was preparing for tomorrow's lecture, Jenna shook head sadly as she thought of the poor misguided people who would be attending her talk. People with the luck to have been born at this time, yet who were unable to recognize how perfect their lives really were. It filled her with a deep sense of contentment to know that, through her books and lectures, she was reaching out to those poor souls. Some of these unhappy people even went so far as to demand change, foolishly thinking that it was the world that was at fault for their unhappiness, when it was their own lack of perception that was to blame. Radicalism was really just a pitiful cry for help, and they were very lucky that the government was so concerned about them, that the ministry of social stability actually paid for people like her to come to their aid.

 

[Roughneck]

Ori Pickens

"All persons departing for New Orleans, please make your way to the nearest exit" sounded the voice over the intercom, wakeing Ori from a light sleep. Ori stood up and streched, while letting out a loud yawn. He grabed his bag from the overhead compartment, and fell in line with the other passangers makeing their way to the exit. Within moments the train came to a complete stop, and the doors opened. As ori steped out from the train, he was greeted by the noise of the city. Ori stared around, his mouth hung open in amazement at the sights and sounds that lay before him.

Ori had never dreamed that New Orleans would be like this, nothing that had been told to him before he departed, could have prepared him for such a sight. Ori walked about dazed, how could so many people work and live here. Ori had come to New Orleans to find work, and to start a new life. He was a dreamer inside, and desired more then what his life in the swamp had to offer. Forst though, he needed to find a goverment information station, from there he would be given a job.

A few hours latter, after much walking, along with bad directions, Ori found himself in the Goverment Station. He sat in a seat, waiting for an agent to call his name. Then a man steped out into the room, folder in hand. He looked at Ori, then opened his folder, takeing a brief look inside. He closed the folder and looked at Ori. "Ori Pickens" asked the man. " Yyyess " said Ori, stuttering in excitement. " Follow me please" said the man, as he turned around and went through the door. Ori followed him down a long hallway, then into a small room. The room was quite plain, only a desk and two chairs filled the room.

The man took the seat behind the desk, then motioned for ori to sit down in the other. Again the man opened the file and began to pull out some papers. Ori sat there quiet, as he watched the man shift throught the papers, placeing them in some kind of order. Then the man looked up, his face showed no emotions at all, just a blank stare, then he broke the silance " Mr Pickens. .we have no birth records of you in our files" said the man. He paused a brief moment while grabing a paper, then continued " In fact we have nothing at all, your fingerprints arent even in the system, and all people when born are recorded this way." Ori did not know what to say, he had spent his whole life in the swamps, in a small town that very few came to see. Ori spoke up, " Om from the back swamps of these here lands sir, and in fact I was born in the same house that my daddy was born in" The expression on the mans face showed hes was taken back with what had been said. The man stamered as he spoke " Your saying you were natural born and raised, without any goverment involement" Ori just nodded, a slight grin on his face. The man stood up, and bolted for the door, before leaveing he quickly turned around and said, " Stay right tere, and dont move"

 

[Magister]

Benn

Benn chuckled to himself, wickedly... This will be more fun than I'd ever dreamed!

The Psion decided that 'Ms. Perky Perfection' would definitely benefit the most from his special brand of 'persuasion,' and had the transport devices deliver him to her area. After a series of pathetically easy mental manipulations, he got himself hired by Jenna McKay's publisher, as her new publicity representative. The upcoming lecture would be very, very interesting... he would see to it!

On the day before the lecture, he called Jenna via one of Earth's primitive communication devices. "Ms. McKay? This is Ben T. Solei. I'm your new publicity flak. It seems that Sue, your old rep, suddenly decided to disrobe herself and... well... do things with random people on the street. Poor thing just cracked up, I guess." Amazing how the right nudges can release all sort of repressions from these sadly inhibited Earthers. "I'll be around to pick you up as scheduled in the morning, then?"

 

[geri]

Fae

Fae Barton looked over the computer screen again and shook her head. The section she was working on was perfect and nothing she could do would improve it. But that was not what was bothing her. The projects on either end of her section were incomplete and even when they were she would not be able to see them but the hint of what this was all about bothered her. It wasn't anything she could put concrete proof too more of a suspicion and that was vague.

"You going to sit there all day or you coming to lunch?" She heard over her shoulder and she jumped clicking off the panal before her even though there was nothing Zella would see there that was out of the ordinary. It was as if Fae was trying to hide her very thoughts from her friend by closing what was causing those thoughts.

"Ready when you are," Fae said as she slid from her seat and followed her friend only listening to a small part of her chattering about the new guy she had met her mind more on the thoughts that something was not right in the world of perfection.

 

[geri]

Connie

Connie Stevenson begin to file the profiles of the center's clients away. She had gone through them thinking that she might find someone who looked promising to recruit for the resistant movement but had come up blank. All those in the files before her were coming to the center with small complaints about their daily lives. None of the complaints indicated enough dissatisfaction to want to make a move against the world government. It was more like someone who comes into the doctors office for aches and pains quickly taken care of with a salve than someone complaining of a broken leg and demanding it be fixed.

Looking up at the clock within the wall she groaned. Still three more hours before her shift was over and she could go back to her real passion which was stirring up trouble against a controling government who she was convinced was working for it's own purpose and not for that of the people.

 

[poohlive]

In the deep dark relays of the sewers, black sludge passed every day. Inside the mass of tunnels, everything was clean. There was a beginning of something though, gunk and other hang up's, causing sewage backups and drainage problems for a past week or so.
In fact, nothing has been right in the sewers.
Viral wouldn't have it any other way.
"You have to define mass destruction," he thought to himself, crawling along one of the pipes. The walls and everything were spotless, but once the large black moving sludge ran through, it became rusted and filled with gunk.
Personally, he didn't care about the sewers. It was more senseless fun than anything else, but he did have an alterior motive. In the past week, sewage maintence has gained seven employees, and all of them become grumpier by the day.
He purposely made it so that after they had checked a perfectly fine sewage drain, to screw it over as much as possible.
Now, of course, was the time for action. To stir up a little trouble.
The pipe he crawled along had a small leak, he squeezed his figure out, dropping to a main drain. The pipe behind him was now blocked up, and someone would be called.
He moved against the side, blending into the wall.
Time to have some fun with the aristocratical neanderthals.

 

[crysede]

Jenna McKay:
Hearing the soft lyrical chimes of her phone, Jenna carefully put her tea down on the spotless desk, and picked up the pastel blue receiver.

"Hello?" She said, her voice gentle and soothing, "Oh that's terrible," she gasped, "poor Sue! But we must not dwell on her misfortune, the ministry will look after her as it looks after all of us." Jenna added cheerfully, the fact that she did not to have to worry about such things herself, never ceased to fill her with tremendous gratitude toward the government. "I so look forward to meeting you Ben, you don't mind if I call you Ben do you? And please, call me Jenna, I like to think of all of us one big loving family, serving the needs of the unfortunate. Yes pick me up as scheduled, I'm looking forward to the trip: but then I always look forward to spreading the word, as I'm sure you do!"

Hanging up her phone, Jenna smiled contentedly: her publishers always managed to find such nice people to work with her! She could just tell by Ben's voice that they were kindred spirits, perhaps she would invite him in for some tea before they left tomorrow: yes that would be a good thing to do. She was certain he would love to see her collection of porcelain seashells - of course, who wouldn't? She asked herself with a happy laugh.

 

[geri]

Osher

"Ori Pickens," The name rolled off of Osher's tongue like a small wave of cool water and she smiled,"Lets see what we can do with someone who has yet to be introduced to the stability of the government." The frantic man before her nodded and pointed to the file he had handed her. All information in it was blank.

"I know you are new here, Miss Osher," He said. She was going by the name of Mauri Osher on this planet and had presented documents complete with fingerprints that touted her as one of the best in government control work. "But I don't know what to do. A whole area with no government overseeing them. It's...it's unnatural is what it is."

Osher smiled and rose from her desk, smothing down her crisp skirt and jacket. "Just leave him to me, Joshua," She said in a soothing voice,"And don't worry about reporting the town. I will take responsibility to see that it reaches the right ears. You will not have to be involved in any way. And I don't think mentioning this to any one else would be good. You see, it might panic others." The man nodded again a look of relief on his face. "Now, isn't it time you took a break? You look all done in." The man smiled and brightened at that suggestion leaving her office and heading out towards the employee break room.

Making her way to where Ori was waiting she entered the office, shut the door and walked over the the desk, sliding into the seat behind the desk. Brushing her white hair from her face she said,"Mr Pickens? My name is Mauri Osher. I will be handling your case today. You do realize that your appearance has caused quite a stir. The fact that there is a whole area that is missing out on the advantages that the government has to present is disturbing. I am afraid we will have to detain you while we get all the information we need to present a better life to you and your friends and relatives."

She smiled again trying to guage his reaction to her words. A suggestion that his way of life would be changed due to the 'wonderful' influence of the government should set something in motion here.

 

[Magister]

Benn

Yes, my dear. You can call me Ben, for now... We'll see what you end up calling me! The Psion was shaking with repressed mirth at his thoughts as he hung up the phone. Now, how to make Ms. McKay's day tomorrow all the more interesting...?

Benn made a trip to the local university, where the lecture was to be held. Students were wandering around, so he sat back on a bench, and sifted thoughts as the young, earnest faces filed by. Eventually, after much more time than he'd expected, he found an appropriately borderline mind.

The mind belonged to a grad student, a young man who actually had fantasies about Jenna McKay. Frankly, Benn had despaired of finding anyone with an ounce of kink left in them on this boring mudball! Going up to the young man, he presented himself as a rep for Jenna McKay. Using his telepathy to calm and direct the student, Benn was able to convince him to accept a free ticket. Then, Benn took him to a nearby coffee house to work on his mind at length... by the time the Psion finished rewiring this young man's brain, Jenna McKay would find herself with a VERY interesting time...

 

[Roughneck]

Ori Pickens

Ori was quite confused by the reaction of the man as he left the room. Why was he so upset over what the answers he had given him, furthermore where had he gone in such a hurry. Ori felt an uneasy feeling growing inside him, a feeling witch was always followed by disaster. Ori eyed the door, he gould just grab his bag and leave before the man returned, but inside he wanted to stay. His desire to see and feel this city was was overpowering, causeing him not to use his better judgement.

Just then the door opened and a fairly atractive women steped in. Ori eyed her, not sure why she was her, and not the man before her. Inside he began to panic. As she sat down she introduced herself and began to explain to him about the current situation. Ori gave Mauri a stern look when she told him he was going to be detained, but her coments in regards to his family brought forth anger. When she had finished, Ori stood up and looked right into her eyes, his anger was very noticeable.

Trying to control his anger, Ori spoke " Miss Osher, I dont know who you think you are, but you have no right to detain me. I have broken no laws or caused any crimes. Also, what right do you have to tell my family and friends to live." Ori placed his hands on the desk, and leaned forward, looking right into Mauri eyes. " I think ots best that you leave well enough alone, and as far as detaining me. . . . . .well detain this" With that being said Ori grabed his bag and bolted for the door. Mauri grabed Ori, trying to hold him back, yelling for help.

Ori turned around and smacked Mauri to the wall, then flung open the door and shot down the hall. As Ori neared the exit door a man came running in, colliding with the man. There was a brief struggle between the men, but was cut short when Ori kicked the man in the groin, sending him to the ground in pain. Ori shot out the exit door and into the streets and in a matter of moments was down the street, blending in with the sea of people.

 

[BlazeofLife]

Staring out across the city, Kishan put a finger to his lips, tapping them lightly, as he considered his options. He knew the approach the others had chosen, and only time would tell whether those choices would succeed or not. He favored a different approach altogether. All information available stated that these Terans had abandoned weaponry and violence a century past... But what if a reason were given them to revive those old warlike traditions? The only chance they had against the coming threat was their ability to defend themselves, and at the moment, that ability was sorely lacking. It might just be possible, however, to rekindle the fire within these people.
Let the others work to change the minds and policies of individuals, he himself would strive to change the very attitude of the populace at large. Besides, history, even among these pathetic creatures, was replete with examples of valor in the face of adversity, and of banding together in the name of a greater good. He could only hope that the same would hold true here.
Stretching, he glanced around, taking in the uniform construction around him. So much potential for him to exploit, but he would have to take great care... It would be easy to simply begin knocking down buildings and causing random destruction, and indeed, it would definately upset the harmony in which these people lived, but the loss of life involved would be far beyond the scope of his mission allowances. A pity.
He shrugged, and began to walk forward, pushing people out of his way rudely as he went.
Still, regardless of restrictions, there yet remained a great deal of disruption that could be caused without causing any 'undue' harm. Senseless violence, random acts of destruction (so long as nobody was killed), coarse vulgarity... It would be quite amusing to see just how far these people would allow him to go before they began to take action to curb his actions...
Smiling happily, and whistling an extremely high-pitched shrill melody that elicited pained expressions form all around him, he ambled onward, his stout figure weaving this way and that along the street as he moved to intentionally impede the passersby, a small trail of dropped items and sprawled pedestrians marking his path through the crowded thoroughfare.

 

[geri]

Osher and Arla

As Ori stormed out of the office bowling over both her and the guards she let a smile play on her lips. Phase one had gone perfectly. Stopping the guards from chasing him she sent them on their way telling them she had an agent in the field who would deal with this.

After they left she took out the device she was given and opened a communtication channel. "Arla, he is set up and all yours," She said and then heard her fellow Watcher call back,"I see him now. I'm on it." Closing off communications, Osher took the files of Ori Pickens and laid them on the desk and placed a small incindary device on top of them letting it desinagrate the papers and any information about Ori or his past. When the device was done there were not even ashes to tell the tale.


Arla saw the big man coming toward her moving through the people around him like he was moving through the swamps of his home. Moving from the shadows that encased her she walked into his way making it look as if it was an accident. They collided, his bags going everywhere and Arla sprawled on the ground.

Looking up at him she brushed the dark hair from her eyes and said,"Your in a hurry friend. Running from something or too something?" Then made as if she was looking deeper at him and added,"Hey! You really look as if you have been put through something. Are you okay? You got a place to stay?"

 

[crysede]

Jenna McKay:
After supper that evening, Jenna packed a small travel bag: the university where the lecture was to take place was some ways away, so the ministry of social stability had very kindly paid for two hotel rooms for the night (for her and her publicist). She must send the ministry's division head one of her scented floral thank-you notes, she reminded herself, for all the trouble the department had gone to on her behalf.

Now, what to wear tomorrow? She browsed through the rack of clothes in her impeccably organized closed, finally laying out one of her favorite dresses. It was a beautiful shell-pink dress, with adorable little bunnies and puppies embroidered all over it in such loving detail, that one could practically see the beatific smiles on their cheery little faces. Satisfied with her preparations, Jenna enjoyed a leisurely bubble bath before slipping into bed.

"Rise and shine everybody! It's a beautiful day!"

The cheerful voice of her alarmclock woke her instantly, and she smiled, as she always did, at its friendly greeting. Dressing quickly, she spent some time arranging her hair and painstakingly applying her make-up: only going downstairs for breakfast once she was certain that her appearance was perfect. Upon finishing her tea and scones, Jenna decided it would be a nice gesture to have something to offer Ben during their drive. She whipped up some dainty little cucumber sandwiches, garnishing them with a few tastefully arranged sprigs of fresh herbs from the garden, and packing them into a tasteful wicker basket. She had just finished this when the meditative gong of the doorbell sounded.

 

[Roughneck]

Ori Preston

Ori was moving through the sea of people, his only thought was escape capture. Then without warning a women steped out in front of him, causeing him to crash into her. Ori lay there for a sec, catching his breath, as well as his senses. He stood up grabing his few meger belongings from the ground. Then he looked at her, her eyes drawing him in. He was about to offer an apology, but she cut him off by asking him where he was off to.

Ori's body began to tense, and again his mind was on guard. Yet when she asked him if he had a place to say, is defenses droped. Ori blushed slightly, for his dealings with women were few, and he always felt unsure in how to deal with them. Ori began to speak, his thick Cajun accent showing. He began to relate the tale of his journy, but leaving out the incident at the Goverment Station. He offered his apology for running into her and asked if he could escort her somewhere in return for his rudeness. Again he looked at her, and could see she was trying to peer inside him through his eyes, this caused him to blush again and hang his head in shame. Seeing how she had not responded to anything he had said, he began to walk off. As he turned away, makeing his way back down the crowded streets he heard her yell, " Wait"

 

[geri]

Arla

"Wait," Arla said scrambling to her feet and running after him,"Look, you seem out of place here. I have a place and could let you stay there until you found something. My folks left me a house way to big for me when they died. I have lots of room."

Smiling up at him her dark eyes caught his and drew him in again. "Come on," She said with a tilt of her head the way she wanted to go,"I have a full larder and you look hungry."

Walking off she made her way towards a large house on the edge of town where there would be no interference from the government. And she would have time to work on Mr Pickens and his newly awakened distrust of that government.

 

[Roughneck]

Ori Pickens

Ori whiped around, looking right at Arla. A slight smile crossed his lips at what she had suggested. He was hungry and tired, not to mention he need a place to sleep, so the idea seemed fitting. As they made their way through the city, Ori stared at her. " Man she has a sexy ass" he thought to himself, also taking in some of her other features as well. He felt a desire come over him, as he took in her bueaty. Ori again began to blush at these newly formed thoughts, and quickly pushed them to the back of his mind.

As they aproached Arla's home, Ori's jaw droped slightly. " Wow" exclaimed Ori, as he gazed upon the home. " You live here, all by yourself " asked Ori, his eyes wide in disbelief. Arla just smiled, as she led him into her home. As ori entered he stared about in amazement. Never in all his dreams did he know people lived like this, even more was the fact that one person owned it.

Ori began to feel a bit out of place, looking at himself and the clothes he wore. "Miss, I. . I. . " Ori began to studder, an effect that was always the result of him being nervous. He took a deep breath and began again. " Miss I think I don't belong in such a nice place, I dont think a person such as me belongs here." ori droped his bag on the ground and walked about, the look in his eyes showed pure amazement. " You see miss, I come from an area that has never seen such dwellings, in fact my own home could fit into this one 10 times over." Ori turned around and again stared at Arla. She had a slight grin, and Ori could tell she was enjoying his amazement. " I thank you for your kindness, and I will be glad to take you up on your offer for a meal but I dont feel right staying here." Ori agan hung his head, not because he was ashamed, but because when he stared into Arla's eyes, his heart melted.

 

[geri]

Arla

Arla smiled at the confusion of the big man. Good, keep him off balance. This one would be a prime mover against the government she could feel it.

"Don't be ridiculous," She said with a wave of her hand at the house,"You're my friend and so you do belong here. Besides you wouldn't want me to be rambling around this place by myself would you? I get so bored when that happens."

Leading him into the kitchen she opened the larder and showed him the food and then pointed to the fridge. "Please, help yourself to whatever you want. And call me Arla. It sounds so much better than Miss."

"When you are done I will show you the room that used to be my father's. I am sure some of his clothes will fit you. And don't be so nervous about your surroundings. Actually my father came from the backwoods and found his fortune when he came to the city. He married mom and she was the one who fell in love with this house. Dad always felt like he was lost in the place too but he survived." She laughed easily and began to take things from the pantry and fridge to make sandwiches.

 

[Magister]

Benn

After a long night of telepathic mental surgery, the Psion felt that he had gotten the human student’s mind in precisely the order he needed for his purposes. He gave another mental command to put the young man to sleep until it was time for him to make his way to the lecture. Once everything was in order there, Benn went into a light sleeptrance, to ensure that he would be refreshed for his day with Jenna.

A little later that morning, just after dawn, his internal clock awakened him. Smiling wickedly, he made his way to the car he had obtained from the publishing company. Benn arrived punctually at Jenna’s home. Parking the car out front, he pushed open the decorative gate on the loathsomely mundane white picket fence, and made his way up the walk, through the excruciatingly pristine lawn, with its carefully manicured shrubbery, arranged in kind of a split level effect, but not too expensive…

A push to the signaling button on the door frame made a truly pretentious gong sound. Benn heard movement from within, and he summoned his most winning smile for the human that opened the door. “Hello! I’m Benn.” He extended his hand to shake hers. “So good to finally meet you in person. I’m such a huge fan of your work!” The flesh to flesh contact with this woman made it even easier for the Psion to plunder her mind for information. He’d decided earlier that simply compelling this human would be far too easy… It would be ever so much more fun to play with her the old-fashioned way! Still, he wanted to know everything about the way she was put together, the better to take her apart...

 

[poohlive]

Dwane sighed.
"Again?" he tapped on the computer screen, hoping that maybe something was just wron here. It wasn't though. The drain pipe under Main was clogged.
That was the third time something had been clogged this week, and it was only Tuesday. What was going on?
He went over to this supplies, grabbing a white pastey substance, and turned it to the side. It was an anti bacterial paste that when applied to a surface makes it impossible to get bacteria or anyt other substance to clog up.
It was supposed to last forever, but something must have gone wrong in the formula.
"I'm going off to Sector 46, be back in an hour."
"Roger."
He grabbed his supplies once more, heading off to the down sewerpipe. Finally reaching his destination, he propped open a manhole cover, and climbed down.
The first thing he noticed was the leaking. The pipe itself had broken, a huge gash in it, and water, as well as other materials were leaking out. It sickened him what he could see, and smell.
He was so engrossed with the pipe that he didn't notice the black gunk on the side of the wall leap out.
It covered his entire face. For a moment he struggled, trying to get whatever it was off of him, but then, as the black began to dissappear into his body, he relaxed.
Soon, the same man was back to normal again, except a little more enhanced.
"There we are, easier than I thought," he stretched, feeling this new species capabilities.
"Oh, the brain so highly analytical, and yet look at all that primal instinct. It's like a keg of gunpowder ready to go off. Oh, if only we could somehow tap into that."
He searched through the files that had been downloaded to his memory, seeing what had brought out deep hatred emotions in people.
"Ahhh," he found what he was looking for.
"Perfect, now we simply need a place where a lot of people are going to be..."
Now, he didn't search his own brain, but the host he was now occupying.
"Lecture? Hmmm, this is going to be interesting. Lord, what fools these mortals be."
The man laughed hungrily, climbing back out into the daylight. So much to do, so little time.

 

[crysede]

Jenna McKay:
Opening the front door, Jenna smiled warmly at the man standing in front of her, taking his proffered hand cheerfully in her own. "Benn, how wonderful to see you!" She exclaimed. "Oh, I could have guessed that you were an admirer of my work, you are clearly a well adjusted person like myself, and what stable person would not be attracted to the truth?"

She gave him another warm smile. There was something slightly odd about him, but she dismissed the concern almost as soon as it popped into her head: one mustn't live one's life being concerned about things, the next thing you know you'd be wanting to change things! She barely managed to suppress a giggle at the thought of such foolishness.

"Please, won't you come in for tea before we head off Benn? Surely we can afford a few extra minutes, and I would just love to show you around my house!" She asked earnestly. She lowered her voice, giving him a conspiratorial smile, "And, my collection of porcelain seashells just happens to include the latest in Tad Raya's surf clam series!"

 

[Lethe]

Turner

'Professor Turner!'

Turner gave a little sigh. Everything had been going fine. He had delivered his lecture on Modern Trends in Literature to a rapt audience of young students (asking no tiresome questions, what's more). He had finally cleared up that row between the Chair of Physics and one of the Fellows of Psychology that had been threatening to explode. He felt he had earned an hour or two's snooze.

He turned and subjected the student who had called to the majestic force of an Oxford don's full, bushy-eyebrowed majesty.

'Yes?'

The student was a tall, rather husky youth, still with some scars of acne, who aimlessly fidgetted as he spoke. Turner's displeasure grew.

'Sir, I was in your lecture today. You said', the student consulted some notes, ' that "the increasing trend in serious literature is the analysis of motive rather than the results of action"'

'Yes?', said Turner again, rather impatiently.

'Sir', the student swallowed nervously, 'Sir, I put it to you that that is bullshit. There are no new trends in modern literature. We're just regurtitating styles and plots and... sir, what's the point? Nothing new has been produced for the last fifty years!'

Turner's displeasure spawned anger.

'You arrogant pup! This is a perfect age. A perfect age produces perfect works of literature. Haven't you read the history books? In the past there have been cataclysmic wars, horrible plagues and famine. What kind of literature could ages like those produce?'

'Perhaps... perhaps they produced better literature', stuttered the student.

'Poppycock', said Turner (who had always secretly wanted to use the phrase), turning on his heel and heading for his room.


In his rooms, Turner inhaled softly. How foolish these young students really were. This really was a perfect age, in a perfect world.

He looked around for a moment, then surreptitiously reached up to a bookshelf, removed a heavy copy of Plato, and took out a small glass bottle of small white pills.

It really was a perfect world. Just sometimes he needed some... relief

 

[geri]

Osher

A knock upon Proffeser Turner's door herald a figure in a perfectly wrinkle free skirt and jacket, white blonde hair braided and set upon her head and a smile upon her lips.

"Excuse me," Osher said in a lost voice,"Mauri Osher here. I'm the new teacher here and I have to admit I am a bit lost. I don't suppose you could steer me to Room 415 before my class starts?"

Her pale blue eyes looked pleadingly at him while her smile helped present the perfect picture of a woman in need of some rescuing.

Inside Osher was sizing her next target up. She had left her other 'job' and had made sure that no one there remembered or had record that she had ever been there with the help of Benn. It had only taken the Psion but a moment of his time on the way to meet his own target and all had been restored to normal. No one remembered Ori Pickens, the place that knew no government interference or herself.

Osher seemed to stumble for a moment and dropped one of her books she was holding. "Oh dear," she said as she bent to pick it up,"How am I ever going to get organized in time to attend that lecture today I'm sure I don't know."

 

[Magister]

Benn

"Benn, how wonderful to see you!" She exclaimed. "Oh, I could have guessed that you were an admirer of my work, you are clearly a well adjusted person like myself, and what stable person would not be attracted to the truth?"

Benn gave an inward shudder, but was all warm smiles and charm outwardly as he released Jenna's hand, following her into the room.

"Please, won't you come in for tea before we head off Benn? Surely we can afford a few extra minutes, and I would just love to show you around my house!" She asked earnestly. She lowered her voice, giving him a conspiratorial smile, "And, my collection of porcelain seashells just happens to include the latest in Tad Raya's surf clam series!"

He nodded his head enthusiastically, genuinely pleased at being able to explore his target's home environs. The mention of the seashells caused a sudden thought to occur... a perfect opportunity for his first nudge at her careful balancing act.

 

[crysede]

There are now numerous signs around campus promoting the Jenna's lecture, all bearing a picture of her smiling warmly at passers by in a peaceful and contemplative fashion, and stating in bold letters:

The Passive Within: How to Embrace Your Inner Utopia
A lecture by highly acclaimed demotivational speaker Jenna McKay, based on her ground breaking new book which teaches readers how to choose passivity, thereby gaining the freedom to build a life of complete purposelessness for lasting fulfillment.

Jenna McKay:
Humming happily to herself, Jenna lead the way into the sitting area just off the kitchen. She indicated one of the overstuffed pastel-blue velvet chairs, "Please do sit down Benn, make yourself comfortable! I will be right back with your tea. Oh, and here are my little treasures if you want to take a peak at them!" She added, gesturing to a large shelving unit, taking up almost one entire wall of the room, before heading to the kitchen.

The unit was subdivided into small square cubicles, each one lined in white satin and containing a single porcelain shell. The shells looked remarkably like real seashells, yet somehow there was an air of self-satisfied contentment about them: something that was entirely lacking in real shells, even if they were sitting in individual satin-lined cubicles. Above each shell was a lovingly inscribed label, naming the artist and giving the Latin name of the mollusc in question.

Jenna swept back into the room a few moments later, bearing a silver tea tray and a matching platter holding a selection of small pastries: each embellished with a tiny little heart made from grains of colored sugar. She placed a cup of herbal tea before Benn on the side table, then offered him one of the pastries. "Please help yourself," she beamed cheerfully at him, "they're just a little something I whipped up last night."