the next level
Topic: experiments/research
well, today i decided that i would make the best of my newfound freedom, and so i decided to test a variety of my abilites in public. this is an account of what i did today, alan . . .

you are certainly aware alan, that in our era, children cannot go anywhere in public unsupervised or without permission. this is enforced by tracking children through their GPS ID implants, which contain a different data signature than adolescent and adult implants. in this way, they can better assure that children arent 'truants'(but as you can imagine, it is not the main reason. simply put, control is the main reason). but there are ways around this, but they are available mainly to myself and the few other Newgens around that werent 'cured' by the government.

well, luckily for me, i do not need to go to school, and i would be insulted at the suggestion. however, i am quite a responsible didact, and i can learn in more ways than just in the classroom.

so i decided to take a field trip of sorts to the mall, but although most people would be tempted to bask in that materialist waste repository, i decided to do an experiment. this experiment was intended to test the strength of my illusory effect, but as you will read, it became a battery of various other skills as well(much to my delight).

my goal was somewhat simple at first: approach a woman under the guise of an attractive man and succeed in getting her phone number(strictly experimental though, not for personal gain).

of course, since i cannot see my own illusory effects(i prefer the term 'psychic camouflage', as this term does not carry such a negative connotation), i relied completely on peoples physical and mental reactions to judge my success.

upon seeing my intended participant in the distance, i walked into a recess to my right and concentrated my best on visualizing who i would become, while at the same time keeping a mental picture of how close my participant was.

as soon as she was within 10 feet, i stepped out and casually turned in her direction, with a slight smile already creeping across my face. we were so close to collision that she instinctively dropped her bags as i had planned, and i smiled widely (but not mockingly or arrogantly) and apologized, picking them up but not handing them back to her yet. this was the incentive for her to stay and talk with me, and from the way she was staring at me, i could tell she didnt see a childs face and body in front of her. using a clairvoyance of sorts, i looked into the contents of her bag and noticed that some at the bottoms had been broken or otherwise damaged.

i said i was terribly sorry and that i would love make it up to her with a coffee or a drink sometime, my treat. this suggestion that i would 'treat her' might seem strange to older folks living in the past(literally), so let me enlighten. the trend for a while after the turn of the century was that women actually had taken on the supporter role more and more frequently, as men had been doing traditionally for centuries.

over time, women grew weary of this (understandably so, my fellows) and it became balanced out. men neednt feel obligated toward being the 'supporter' anymore, and if a man offers, women are usually quite tickled. with the increased impersonality and detachment of my society, gender roles become more blurred as men and women are mandatorily kept quite equal in many ways. essentially, gentle(wo)manly behavior isnt really predictable, so whoever offers is usually gracefully rejected, and then they agree to 'mutually contribute'.

anyhow, now that ive given an impromptu sociology lesson, let me get back to things. this woman not only kindly refused my offer, but she in fact offered to treat me. i accepted, and suavely asked for her phone number to enter into my handheld, and she requested mine as well. i rattled off a false number without a hitch, and it was accurate in regards to the area code where we resided.

we had a few other words of small talk, during which time she said that i resembled johnny tanuki, the not-very-japanese looking entertainer (sorry, only alan knows whom i speak of). after this brief chat we parted, and i made my way to a bench to rest and gather my thoughts before my next experiment.

this i will post a short while, because i feel the need for a small snack, even though i shouldnt eat so close to going to the Big Reflection. but i shall!

i will return shortly,

-rex

perhaps youre right
well, alan, your last post certainly was the epitome of incoherency. no offense, but that is why such things do not appeal to me in any sense, and i imagine they never will. but to each his own . . .

anyhow, today i had to let angelica go free . . . not as if i was holding her captive anyway, but you understand my meaning. i could no longer let myself feel responsible for her welfare and entertainment while i am deeply immersed in research and other important matters. angelica simply is not meant for this lifestyle, and i see that now. she was simply to needy, but then again i cannot blame her for being attracted to me. my charisma is a bit too much for the average female, especially one so plain and simply beautiful, like angelica.

my lack of regret didnt suprise, nor did my lack of sadness. the woman is simply better off forgetting about me, and it took quite an effort on my part to make her do so.

here departure was also a necessary evil if i am to advance my plans to the next level, if i am to bring my physical awareness up to the same steppe as my astral awareness.

sooooo alan, HOW was the testing for gods sake? i can sense youre still alive, so i wont joke about you dying from all that drinking . . .

-rex

stepping stones
Topic: big reflection
seeing as though i nearly stayed up the whole weekend, i felt compelled to take a short trip to the Big Reflection earlier(shortly after my last post), but i suppose it was for a reason. what i saw is something that occurs in the Big Reflection on occasion, and it is a type of dream where i am not completely in control, which is how the average person dreams.

you see, the view is quite amazing, because i can see a vast expanse of endlessness, but in this case thats not a bad thing. everything is very misty and verdant, quite rainforest-like but more inviting and tranquil. i can see various viewpoints at various times, and i have noticed an increasing sequence of plateau like 'stepping stones'.

my adventures in the Big Reflection occur sequentially, and ever so often i come up to a large mountain range or plateau in my dreams, which usually presents--along with its own hassles--a great set of obstacles for me to overcome. it has occurred to me that each time i successfully climb one of these 'stepping stones', i look back down at what i have left behind. what is behind me is always worse looking than what lies ahead of me.

interestingly enough, though, i occasionally get an 'aerial' view of things, if you will. during this i can see far in front of me, and i can see the progressively larger obstacles that lie ahead.

in the Big Reflection tonight, i saw farther than i have ever seen, and it was bright and perfect. it seemed like a worthy goal, but when i thought this i immediately realized that it wasnt the final 'stepping stone'. it couldnt be. darkness always follows light, and it just seemed too perfect.

over time, the meaning of all this will manifest itself to me. it just takes time, but tonight i finally scaled another plateau, and im on a new level. i need to take things one step further now.

anyhow, where are you alan? im guessing that you passed out as soon as you crossed the threshold . . . or maybe you just passed out in your mag-car when it arrived at your house. :) im curious to hear about the testing yesterday.

as for now, im returning to the Big Reflection. i just had to express my last visit in words.

~rex

global consciousness
Topic: nature/the universe
well, my weekend wasnt as fruitful as i had thought. the friend i was going to visit in rhode island sort of disappeared by the time me and angelica arrived there. it was rather odd, especially since he and i had already discussed my visit. and its not as though he were avoiding me, since i have a knack for finding people and seeing past lies. his roommate at school was equally as confused about the disappearance, although he said he figured that my friend mightve been staying at his girlfriends . . .

. . . until monday that is. my friend, who i will refer to only as marc, returned an email to me and apologized up and down for his absence. he told me how strange his weekend had been, and how he had lost his memory of where he had been. all he had was a train ticket stub that led him to believe that he had visited his family.

he said that there was a phrase that kept running through his head, though . . . "silence is golden."

during our stay at his apartment(his roommate was more than accomodating albeit a bit confused), i tried to tap into marcs energy traces. his roommate told me that marc disappeared on the way to a bar on friday night, but that marc often went off without notice, only to spend a few days at his girlfriends.

i followed marcs path to the bar as best as i could, and a series of strange images flashed through my mind when i neared the bar which was to be his destination. in my mind, i saw images of a van pulling up slowly while marc was unaware, and then i saw several darkly clad men hustling him into the vehicle and driving off. the biggest clue as to who the abductors were was the fact that the van was a manually-controlled surface vehicle(that is, using wheels as a means of locomotion) . . .

as alan knows(but you folks may not), all vehicles in our era are automated and magnetically guided on specially designed roads which repel the charge of the vehicle. the exception to this rule, and the only legal way for a vehicle to be operated manually, is if they are government vehicles.

i get the feeling that there is much more to it than just a simple kidnapping and harassment (marc just published a very controversial dissertation) . . . i have told marc before that i can detect traces of Newgen blood in him, but he tends to ignore that talk. it is true though, i assure you, although he isnt 100% Newgen like myself.

anyhow, alan, how did the testing go today? i imagine luck fell in your favor, as it usually seems to . . . and youre not even a Newgen ;) you must either be catching up on sleep or out celebrating with friend(s). i rarely, if ever, seem to find you asleep during the same hours as me, though.

anyhow, ill keep you updated on my friends strange series of events.

-rex

yes . . .
. . . indeed i am back. we returned home around two hours ago. things in rhode island didnt work out quite as well as i had planned, but thats alright.

what is with morons trying to drive manually, alan? some imbecile nearly ran us off the highway on our way home. hopefully the authorities caught him, and though i usually dont support federal laws, in this case i couldnt agree more. manually operating a vehicle is like suicide . . . its so old-fashioned and pointless. i mean, heck, who wouldnt want the traffic grid? traffic jams stopped once humans surrendered control to computers.

when will humans realize that they can not do everything well?

soon i hope . . .

-rex

but im confused, alan . . .
. . . did you 'feel' asleep, or did you FALL asleep?

just wondering . . . ;)

aha
so alan finally awakens from his slumber. ;) im cant tell whether youre overworked or overrested half the time.

as for me, angelica and i are headed to rhode island for the day. got to meet up with a colleague of mine.

hopefully i can keep my good mood going this weekend . . .

~rex

ive got the solution! . . .
. . . although it may not be what youre looking for. you say smoking and being a roboticist are not a good match?

heres a novel idea, maybe you never thought of it before ;)

STOP SMOKING!!!!!

the end of the week
well the end of the week is here for me, and nothing too spectacular is on the agenda. i managed to put angelica to sleep a bit early and i made my way over to a small bar, but i became disgusted with the atmosphere as soon as i had talked my way past the bouncers. really now, how could anyone find a mate in such a place? or rather, a quality mate? and i wonder if thats the first time an 8 year old has been allowed into a bar? its a first for me, thats for sure, but perhaps i was right in turning my back on such a night of 'fun'.

speaking of which, i assume thats where our friend alan is tonight, if im not mistaken. he enjoys the whole drinking/smoking scene, perhaps more than he should, and i havent seen him post anything today, so reason would lead me to believe that hes engaged in some sort of merrymaking.

anyhow, ive decided to give myself a small rest to reread an old classic. ive just reached the halfway point of atlas shrugged, and i cannot get over how close-minded yet brilliant ayn rand was. im sure that old witch would turn in her grave if she heard my take on society and politics. her ideas were never enough to cause a change, because her ideology only serves selfish instincts.

mine, on the other hand . . .

-rex

lighten up!
sheesh! and you were the one telling me to lighten up earlier ;)

anyhow, i had found out about the soul transfer contraption before you told me to stop looking in those files, so technically i didnt ignore you. i just didnt mention it until now, but i see how you could misunderstand that.

if i wasnt so tired, i might be agitated by your 'shouldnt you be in bed' comment haha but you hit the nail right on the head . . .

its off to the Big Reflection for me . . .

-rex