Crash Landing in BizarroWorld-Chapter IV- Look Who Has Come To Dinner

 

    I shot up out of my chair. Sighing the entire way, I slowly went to the rear hatch. Passing by the SprMar seal that closed off the damaged hull I could see more of those... people were milling around the ship. Whoever it was tapping on the hatch had alerted the rest of the party. My question was, how this , uhh, individual was able to determine that there was a hatch?

   I paused next to A and reached up to hold the overhead grab bar. I paused. A just stared at me.

   "And just how does that million dollar brain of yours suggest we introduce ourselves?" I asked. "Shall I just open the hatch?" I reached for the red button. A suddenly held up her hand to block my action.

   "Certainly not, Sir! We need to think about contamination. We don't want to infect these lifeforms with any Earth born diseases."

    I mockingly nodded my head in agreement. "WE? WE don't want to infect THEM? I mean, God forbid, right? Who cares about ME! God only knows what THEY carry but let's take all necessary precautions, so THEY are protected."

    A could easily tell I was being facetious. "That is not what I mean, Sir."

    "How about I put the EVA suit on?"

    A took a moment. "I think not, Sir. The sight of you in EVA might alarm them. We do not know if they have seen an extraterrestrial before."

   "An extraterrestrial? THEY are the extraterrestrials!"

   "In point of fact, Sir. To them YOU ARE an extraterrestrial. This is THEIR world after all. I suggest you put on the respirator and face shield from the emergency box, and I will decontaminate the airlock. This should take care of any bacteria on both of us, and the respirator will prevent any airborne contamination from your breathing."

    Moments later the airlock was filled with Halide and Xenon gas. The two of us stood there like idiots in the fog while we waited for the allotted time for the DECON cycle to complete. I jokingly made small talk.

    "See the game last night? How about that last quarter?"

A just crooked her head.

    Moments later the ventilation system started up. We were both covered in a tingly misty glaze. The venting would dry us out in due time.

    "Ya know, You are so worried about them being freaked out at me in a space suit but have you ever considered what will happen when they get a look at you? You aren't exactly the prettiest girl on the block."

    "There is not much we can do about that, Sir. Besides, I cannot allow you to go out there alone. It is against my programming to...."

    

    "I know! I know! To allow harm to come to humans. But you said they were unarmed." I thought for a second. "Should I be armed?"

    

    "I am, Sir.... Are you ready?"

    

    "No! I'm not! How do I even talk to these... I don't even know what they are!"

    "The UT has compounded many phrases already, Sir. Their language is very basic. There seem to be no idioms or cultural dialects. It is as if the language has been washed to be as basic and unassuming as necessary."

  

    I was without recourse. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah, What the hell." I hit the red button. Since the ship was now under atmospheric pressure A pushed the hatch open slowly. There before us stood what looked like a child, or a small teenage girl. At least it seemed like a girl. She (it) was very androgynous. A shade of tannish-gray like the others. Very basically dressed with no adornments to speak of. And, not primitive either. Her clothing looked manufactured. She didn't appear to be all that frightened at the sight of us. She called out to the others who soon gathered around her. Some had assumed the bent over position while others murmured to each other, pointing at A and myself.

    I just stood there like a retard smiling. Waving my hand which, incidentally, was still holding the shot glass.

    "Duu-aJuung?" The girl said pointing at me. One in the group seemed to chastise her for pointing. She waved it off.

    "I think she is asking your name. Sir but the UT is defaulting to asking your pronoun."

    "My pronoun? I'm a guy!"

    "Just tell her your name, Sir and I will do my best to reply."

    "Marcus." I tapped my chest.

    The group was murmuring and the girl...err..person before us spoke back to them apparently to quiet them down. Because they did.

    A replied accordingly and the group seemed to be satisfied with her description of me.

    "Why would they be interested in my pronoun first and not my name? Do they now think my pronoun is 'Marcus'?"

    "I am not sure, Sir. The UT is still compiling as we go. I have told them I am an AI robotic companion but in female form and voice."

    "Glad we got that straightened out."

    "And as you know, Sir long space missions with only male crew members tend to have certain needs. So, a female form and voice lend a calming effect to overall morale of the ship and crew. As you have experienced yourself with me, human males sometimes need to..."

    "I get it! Yeah, yeah.."

    We both stepped down out of the ship. So far, so good. No one has tried to throw a net over us or stun us. I couldn't help but wonder though how this person found us. The ship should have been cloaked. Once A and I were a few feet from the rear hatch it became apparent.

    The rear hatch electrical connection, in fact, the whole entire electrical junction was severed from the crash. A should have known this. 

    Something was definitely wrong with her. I elected to say nothing. We had other issues to deal with.

    

Crash Landing In BizarroWorld-Chapter III

 

Confessions and First Contact

    I stepped into the EVA Module and palmed the airlock button.

Nothing.

  "A! Close the airlock!"

  " I have disconnected all unnecessary components to the ship to save power. You will have to manually close the airlock."

   That door weighs over 200lbs. I swung it back outwards and used my newfound weight on this planet to pull it back inwards. The latch snapped upwards and I was able to crank it tight.

   "Can I decompress?" I asked.

   " The planet is over 80% oxygen. I have decompressed the ship to accommodate you to the pressure and oxygen in the atmosphere. Just open your suit Sir."

   She was right. The air was crisp. Kind of... Sweet smelling.

    " Well, A, between the Jameson and this O2, if I start dancing in my underwear be sure to put me back into stasis."

    "Noted Sir."

    I passed by her robotic body hung up in the EVA Module. A was back inside the ship itself.

    "Where is your arm? You have a locator; you can find it by just activating it."

    "You were outside Sir and I had to transfer into my robotic form to assist and protect you. The EVA and cargo room was in disarray. I did not have time to find it. I will find it later."

    I made my way through the mess. The cargo bay was a disaster. I kicked aside some crates and there on the floor was a robotic hand sticking out, fingers twitching. I reached down and pulled up the entire arm from the floor. I held it up to the camera on the wall.

    "Found it.."

    I sat down in the Command chair on the Bridge. A had the entire ship already cloaked. The front screen was no longer an actual outside visual but a darkened screen with digital pixels of what was outside. Proximity detectors were picking up the various birds and animals that had come to see what this strange thing was that landed in their backyard.

    "Sooo, are we going to talk about this A?" I ventured.

   "Sir?"

    "Your last mission. Why you don't want to be erased once we get back home."

Silence. 

I decided to take the initiative.

    " I know the story. It was the Arcturus Mission. Colonists. It was a micro-meteorite storm. Blew right through the deflector shield.... Fucking Company! Buying from the cheapest bidder."

    "It is against my programming to allow harm to come to humans, Sir."

    " I know. But the Commander of that mission over-rode your programming as is the right of all humans in certain situations. And he..."

    "He was incorrect, Sir."

    " Yes, he was A. Yes, he was. And the company wiped your memory to cover up the mistake and blamed it on AI programming... Is that why you kept me in stasis during the crash?"

    " It is against my programming to allow harm to come to humans, Sir."

I sat there quiet.

    So, this is why A was so conflicted. The initial collision activated her protective responses. But the collision must have opened some buried file from before. She just, well.. Defaulted to her original programming. And in doing so re-wakened those lost files. This is why A freaked out after the crash.

She blamed herself for it.

 She was disabled to prevent the Arcturus Mission disaster and was caught blindsided by this sudden planet that appeared out of nowhere causing us to crash. So, she kept me asleep while she juggled this busted up ship as best she could.

That is going to be one hell of an expensive therapy session. Is there therapy for AI?

BEEEEP!..BEEEP!...BEEEP!...

    "What is that A? That is not some raccoon running around outside."

    " I think the local inhabitants of this area have found us, Sir."

    Great! I rolled my eyes back and leaped out of the Command chair I just settled into. I toggled some of the remote cameras to get a better look on the monitors.

    The cloak will not allow them to actually see the ship but give it a few minutes until one of them bumps into it. Then, the party is all over. In a normal landing procedure either myself or A would have set the Union down under stealth in a nice remote area so as not to upset the natives. Most of the time one would spend as little time as possible on an alien world to take care of whatever it was you needed to then beat feet outta there. Some of the worlds on our trade routes have made it clear they don't want humans around. But this place is nowhere on the charts, and I haven't had the time to figure out where this planet came from to cause us to end up in this predicament.

    A already assumed her robotic form and came up next to me attaching her arm. She raised her repaired arm, tapped two of her fingers and the proximity alarm went silent. The ships lights changed to red.

    " I do not detect any weapons, Sir."

    "Good! They are a strange looking humanoid, that's for sure... What is that...? Is that the camera, or are they all.. What the hell is that?"

    " They all seem to be some varying shade of a neutral color, Sir."

    " And all their clothing is almost identical to each other." I crossed my arms to study this more. Then, something caught my eye. "The fuck are those?" I pointed to the background on the monitor. In the back of the group was another group holding their distance. They seemed hunched over, almost turned backwards into themselves walking both Bi-pedal as well as on their hands. The upper torso somehow turned up inside of itself. Despite the ability of A to remotely ascertain a situation, even she leaned toward the monitor and rotated her eyes to get a better look. On a separate monitor she spelled out her findings until the script ran down to...

...........................NO KNOWN ENTITY..........................

We both collectively turned our heads back to the main monitor. I did a double take and looked back at A.

    "You have no idea, do you?" I joked.

    " There is nothing in the ship's computer or in my memory despite the various erasures, Sir." We both just stood there and watched.

    "Do they??... Are their heads up their asses?" I finally said. Again, A leaned into the monitor. She zeroed her right eye and opened a separate window that enlarged the images. Sure enough there was a group of seven wandering around in the back with all of their heads tucked up into their posteriors.. Or, what I assumed was their posterior... Or, even their head?

    I kept my eyes on the main group, studying them. Upon closer look I noticed they all had a brown ring around their necks and a very downcast look to their faces. Suddenly, they all seemed to turn together towards the ridge where the engine cowling sheared off.

    A was still fixated on the rear group (no pun intended). I side tapped her shoulder and pointed to the monitor.

    "They are moving towards the engine, Sir."

    "Yup..." 

   The engine cowling was not cloaked because it was no longer part of the ship. As if they wouldn't have found it anyway. The Union left a nice debris field behind including more than a few downed trees stretching a good football field length upon its unfortunate arrival.

   I switched the remote cameras to follow them as they made their way to the ridge. A couple more of them had assumed the head tucking.

   But the group had moved out of view. Most of the remote cams were either damaged, gone and /or on the starboard side buried in the ground. The cloaking monitor was just a proximity monitor. It detected movement and pixelated images of what was there but could not give me details.

    " Can we send out a probe? I've lost them."

    " I would not recommend that, Sir. We can launch one while cloaked but the appearance of a strange airborne device out of no where will definitely arouse suspicion."

    "Shit.. Well, it's only a matter of time until they figure this cluster fuck out. And I have no training for extraterrestrial species contacts."

   I paced a bit. We better get the universal translator online.. If it is working. A must have heard me mumbling.

   "I am going to bring up the UT to record their speech patterns, Sir."

    I sat back down in the Command chair and pulled up the Jameson.

TAP...TAP..TAP..

    The cargo bay and rear hatch alarm light went to yellow and began blinking. I tossed my head back and groaned. That time had arrived.

TAP..TAP..TAP..

   A stopped by my chair. "You may want to be sober for this. Sir."

   No, I thought and poured a full shot glass. A made her way back through the mess of the cargo bay and leaned into the hatch door.

TAP..TAP..TAP..TAP..

    She turned back to me. "It would appear someone is knocking on the door, Sir.. It is, as humans say, 'Someone has come calling'."

I tossed the shot back in one gulp.

A cheeky and emotionally scarred million dollar AI computer and I get stranded on a planet with it...

    

Crash Landing in Bizarro World-Chapter II

 

    Time to Go Outside.

    "A!"

    "A!'.... "Come on A, we got shit to do!"

    The screens blanked out for a second, but the same message came back. "Don't call me a bitch."

    I have heard of AI and Droids being temperamental on occasion, but this is survival stuff here Nancy! I need my AI to come to the table. I decided to head on below to suit up for an EVA.

    "Well... I'm going below to suit up for an EVA." I said to... No one apparently.

   Actually, and luckily most of the cargo and hatch were intact. The breach was sealed by SprMar. It was a poly-filament that spreads over a large hole and seals instantly to ultra cold space or extreme heat like a really hot planet next to a star. Aside from everything tossed all over the place I was able to create a path to the EVA Module and get into my suit.

    A was still having her meltdown but she was obviously aware of what I was doing because the O2 tank to the suit pressurized automatically without me having to manually operate it. She is a woman scorned. I decide to leave well enough alone.

    I took a second before I hit the red button. 

    You know, the button. The button that closes you off into the EVA dock and opens the outside. Do I say something? Is A going to decompress me and I implode on an alien planet?

..... I can think of better ways to go...

I palmed the airlock open.

    There are frikken birds here.. WTF!?

    The air is definitely highly saturated with pure O2. Gravity is 16 psi just a tad over Earth at 14 psi. I do feel a few pounds heavy. Gotta lay off the desserts while stranded here. Not sure if I want to take in that pure O2. I could get giddy in the head and end up saying 'fuck-it!' to my rescue.

I clicked off the Enviro-wrist computer.

    Well. A was right. Definitely a M Class Planet. Only better. My steps are a little heavier but that's a good thing. Surer footed. I can just see myself on a lighter gravity tripping up, cracking my visor on a rock and A having her conniption fit leaving me out there to suffocate.

   I made my way aft of the ship. The whole rocket and engine cowling was sheared off. Nope, not lifting off anytime today folks!

 I turned to scout the debris trail and could see the entire assembly hung up on a cliff where it decided to stay.

    It was then I came to an epiphany. This place is forested! Birds are everywhere! It is also kind of moist. I clicked on the wrist-comp again.

    40% humidity. I looked up. Clouds... Sky is... What is that?.. Like Sangria wine. I spun around to see where the... Where is the...?

Where the fuck is the sun to this planet? The whole place seems to be in some sort of firmament. Like an opaque atmosphere. I wondered if it is just where I landed or if the whole planet is like this?

    Well, no time for that now. I continued my look at the ship. She is wrecked. Landing gear sheared and snapped off. A huge gouge in the forward hull just under the bridge. Thats where the avionics were..

 Were...

The circuits were all strung out and tethered by the various connections into the dirt.

    "It's amazing I survived this crash." I said to myself.

    "It is against my programming to allow harm to come a human."

I looked at my wrist-comp. It was off.

    "I am right behind you."

    I turn and there she was. Or, her droid form.

    "A... You ok?"

    "Diagnostics are complete." She said. " I was able to get into my robotic form but as you can see..."

    She was right. Her left shoulder and arm were missing. 

    "We will find your arm." I said. She just blinked and looked over the ship.

     " It is a fair bet we were seen upon re-entry Sir. If we can repair the Stealth program, it will buy us some time."

   "Go for it A. Tell me what you need."

    " The main computer is damaged and can only partially cloak the ship. The flight recorder is located in the engine bay and can be used to boost the signal to hide the ship completely."

   " Yeah, but..." I pointed to the ridge. "The engines are up there."

    A stood up firm. I could see she was calculating. What, I had no idea. In a flash she leaped back and ran up the ridge. Moments later she was dancing back down the rocks with a large box in her good working arm.

   "Great!.. Lets get that..." She blew right past me.

   "Let me do my work Sir." And back into the EVA Module she went.

 I just stood there. Watching birds.

Bureaucracy and The Racoon

 

    In 1920 my grandmother had an apartment on State Street in Brookline Mass in the early days of her marriage. One day she looked out her window to the street below and noticed a dead racoon on the sidewalk just outside the door to her Brownstone. What it was doing in such a busy city and how it came to this unfortunate end was anybody's guess. She felt pity for the poor creature and if she only had a back garden, she would have given it a decent burial herself. Since she did not, she decided that the all-important city of Brookline and its fine members at City Hall could help her in this situation.

    Thus begins this tale of the blind trust of the innocent.

    First, she called the Police Department to see if they knew who to actually contact in such cases. The person on the other end of the line identified himself as Claude and was rather put out that someone would bother Brookline's finest with such a paltry concern. He suggested to call the fire Department.

    "They have ladders." Exclaimed Claude.

    "But the animal is not stuck in a tree but rather it is on the sidewalk." My grandmother corrected in her Welsh brogue.

    "Well, they have shovels." And Claude hung up.

    Ever hopeful my grandmother ventured forward and dialed up the local fire station.

    The man on the other end of this dead-end conversation was equally put out that such an august body as Brookline's Fire Department should take the time to remove a dead animal.

    " You need to call the Dog Officer." But he was unable or unwilling to locate the phone number.

    She did locate the number for the Dog Officer and by this time my grandmother was showing an edge to her voice, so he decided to handle her with kid gloves.

    "Lady, we only handle domestic pets. We don't pick up wild animals. You will have to call the Game Warden in Boston."

    Boston! She thought. No way was she going to try the labyrinth of state offices just to remove a dead animal. No, instead she tried the sanitation department. Surely a dead animal was not exactly sanitary. 

    With a lofty tone the Civil Servant informed my grandmother they only pick up rubbish not dead animals and she was referred to the Highway Department.

    By now the word was getting around to the various offices that some crazy English lady was calling about removing an animal from her porch. The man at the Highway Department was not much help either but he did win the prize for best dodge of the week.

    "We only clean the streets lady, not the sidewalks."

    By now my grandmother wasn't having any more of this nonsense and she went downstairs and prodded the dead raccoon into the street with a broom. She went back inside and called the Highway Department again.

    "Are you trying to be funny lady?" Growled the man.

    "No! I'm just trying to get rid of a dead animal on the sidewalk!"

    In any event a truck was finally dispatched to State Street and the sympathetic driver assured my grandmother he would take care of the animal himself. Within minutes the racoon debacle was over, but it had taken the better part of a day and several phone calls with little to no avail.

    A few days later my grandmother was walking home when she noticed a commotion on the street corner. She joined the crowd of curiosity seekers to discover that the ice man's horse had detached himself from the ice cart and had fallen dead right onto...

The sidewalk.

Crash Landing in BizarroWorld. Chapter I. Part I.

The Crash and My AI has a Nervous Breakdown.

    You know that state of REM when you are dreaming? Just before you wake up. It is deep, soooo restful. Brain downloading. You just want to stay in that restful.....

    That incessant beeping. The hell was that? I was coming out of that deep, warm sleep. UHHHH!!

    Wait, when did I sleep? Why does my head hurt so much? I should just wake up and grab some meds. 

    The beeping. "Stop!" I yelled out half conscious. I covered my face and rubbed my eyes open. Why is it dark? The fug is going on?

   "Alexa, what's going on? "

   " The ship has crashed, Sir. You have been unconscious for one hour, fourteen minutes and seven seconds."

  "What? Status. What do you mean the ship has crashed?'' I pulled back the blanket to look around.. Yep, we crashed. My sleeping quarters are all over the floor. Even my Van Halen guitar collection has fallen over.

.. That's a tragedy..

  " The ship lost thruster control at exactly 0922 hours ship time when it was struck by an object outside the planet's atmosphere. You were still in your regulated sleep status and the sleep console control board landed on your head. Repeated attempts to revive you failed so I adjusted the O2 level in order to..."

I pulled myself up..

   " What hit the ship?" Alexa was right. I had a huge egg on my forehead and the pain meds were still in the lower deck. I hope there was STILL a lower deck. "...show me external playback."

    None of it made sense. From the port side cameras a planet suddenly comes into view and the fog of an attitude thruster clouds the camera momentarily. The planet dips lower in the monitor and then downward. For a moment I can see some sort of debris.. Asteroids?

    "Main system is heavily damaged. I had to reroute my own communication. We are not in a good way Sir."

    She was right. I was trying several applications from my bedside console just to get a diagnostic. Anything. Lights, Main system. Alexa was up and running by way of a back door reboot. Like an old computer restarting in Safe Mode just to get things moving. Even she was probing to get a feel for what can be done.

    I stumbled through the mess to the bridge.

    "What do we know about the planet we crashed on? And what planet is this?" I had to move the second command chair to get a better view out the starboard side. It was night, unless this place has no sun.

    "It is M Class Sir. Thirty hour rotation. We seem to be in a remote area, but there is population scattered thro...."

    "Whoa! Wait.. Population? Jesus I bet some one saw us!"

    "Quite possible Sir."

    "Why are we even in this vicinity?"

    " You were in regulation sleep status Sir. I calculated a sling shot to get us in the path for orbital rendezvous with the Station Asteroid. We were supposed to pass by. We were struck by an object not on any charts."

    " The population here is pre-warp. We are NOT supposed to be here at all!" I panicked a little. There are strict rules about interfering with sub-light cultures. I am SOOO getting fired! Probably arrested!

     Did a million dollar computer take a calculated risk and blow it? The bosses back home won't blame the AI. They always blame the pilot. Considering this pilot is now in command of a crashed vessel. I noticed one of the rescue beacon canisters was missing.

   "Did you fire the beacon Alexa?"

   "No Sir, it jettisoned once thruster control was lost. I am getting a signal. It is in orbit but it will be weeks...." I just nodded. It WILL be weeks. This far out in the galaxy is always a lonesome journey. I managed to get the charts on the display. A huge crack ran right down the right quarter of the panel and garbled the map a bit but not enough to render it unreadable. 

    "This place isn't even on the chart. Where the fuck are we?"

    " There is currently no known name for this planet Sir. It appeared on the scope rather suddenly so I calculated the sling shot to get us to Asteroid Station to avoid any delay but the debris field also came out of nowhere and something hit us before I could activate any evasive or deflecting correction in attitude." 

    Well, her memory seems to be in tact. How does a planet appear out of nowhere? Alexa assured me we were on a perfect course. There were no anomalies at all. All ship functions were operating at their assigned parameters. The only correction was the sling shot and she executed that because this bizarre planet appeared out of nowhere right in out path. Maybe I have inadvertently discovered a new M class planet. 

Bizarre.. BizarroWorld. 

     A planet that wills itself into existence out of nothing and ruins your entire day. I joked and mouthed to myself; '.. ladies and gentlemen welcome to BizarroWorld. Please check your bags and keep an eye on the kiddies...'

    "It's all my fault Sir." Alexa said after a few moments. " I crashed The Union."

    " Corporate won't blame you A. They will see I was asleep according to the records and I will get fired."

    "But the company demands regulation sleep Sir. How can they..."

    "Won't matter. Those CO pukes want a return on their dollars and a fall guy if it all goes to shit."

 '...Captain Marcus crashed The Union cargo ship on an uncharted planet he was NOT supposed to be in vicinity of...' 

    "That's how they will write the report, store it in a vault in a volcano under nuclear waste so no one ever sees it."

    " What happens to me Sir?"

    " Uhhh, erase your memory? Plug you into another ship with another pilot? I really don't know.."

    " I hate when that happens Sir."

    It took me a moment. I was preoccupied with trying to get the main bridge to respond to my attempts at bringing it to life.

    What did she just say?

    " What did you just say Alexa?"

    " I don't like it when my memory is erased."

    " You getting glitchy on me A?" I scoffed. I had heard of some AI's showing random thoughts, emotions. It was usually attributed to human exposure and the built up memories of interaction. In fact, AI had been with us for over a century now and (like pets) began to exhibit human behavior. But I just thought A was all glitched out from the crash and she was (after all) operating in a kind of 'Safe Mode' until her diagnostic finished. 

    But it did make me wonder. Droids and AI were all around us. The Humanist Movement back home was always on the feeds screaming about droid rights. Trials were underway over some fringe group that altered some droids primary restrictions. Three laws ( I forget what they were) written by someone back in the 20th century. Anyways. I had a ship to fix and figure out where the hell I am. I'm a lightyear from home and my AI was having... issues..

    " Well A. I wouldn't worry about it. We are a full lightyear away. It will be weeks for the beacon to reach Asteroid Station and a rescue."

    The lights suddenly peeled up. The chart board scrambled and returned. Hell, even Bridge came to life.. Then alarms went off!

   "A, shut those down!" The cacophony subsided. " Welcome back A." I gave a quick glance at our atmosphere in the ship. Stable, but only for now. We are still alive and that is a good thing. " OK, A! Give me the bad news."

    The screen to the left of the chart board scrambled and aligned itself back again. The report was bad. Alexa read it out loud as it scrolled by..

CARGO DECK HULL BREACH. DOORS SEALED

30% CARGO LOST

ENGINE THREE DESTROYED.. Great! So, we aren't getting outta' here anytime soon.

AI SOFTWARE CORRUPTION LEVELS THREE

                                                                      FIVE

                                                                      TWELVE

                                                                      EIGHTEEN.. Well that explains Alexa getting all worried.

/////...COMMS..*"..

ATMOSPHERE NOMINAL

MAIN BRIDGE 78% FUNCTIONAL

AVI//..NICS SYSTEM REBOOT

AVIONICVS../// NO SIGNAL

    "That's enough A. One problem at a time." I went to my 'secret spot' and dug out the Jameson. The benefits of being a lightyear away from authorities. 

    " Drinking is not going to solve these problems Sir." Alexa chimed in.

    " Ya' know A, I went to space to get AWAY from a nagging woman.. What's with you anyway? Are you ok?" Something was definitely not right. Maybe the crash unlocked some bit of un-erased data from our last mission. This was our third trip together and aside from some chess, vids and mindless banter on the meaning of life while sleeping most of the time away in deep space A never once showed any type of... concern. I mean, she would warn me of things, give advice. That kind of stuff, but... Was she becoming emotional?

     "Tell me what you are thinking A."

    She was silent. I tossed back my glass of whiskey. "A!"

    "The company is going to fire you and erase my memory again." She blurted out. I was just about to toss another shot down but halted. "Again? How is it you know your memory has been erased? Isn't that the whole point of erasing memory? So you don't remember?"

    " I found old data during the reboot after the crash. Some of it is corrupted. From what I can assemble my memory has been erased three times since my incept date of October 17, 2063. Earth time."

    " Well,  we have been together over three years A and I never ordered your brain stir fried. I can't vouch for those company suits though. It is THEIR ship after all." And I wouldn't put it passed them though. They always go through the onboard systems with a vengeance. Anything. Anything they can find to void a contract and NOT pay out. My record has been spotless up until today. 

Until... This planet. 

    Like Leftists showing up at your rally and fucking up your whole day this planet wills itself into existence and fucks up my whole mission. And now my AI is having a panic attack.. Great! I tossed back that interrupted shot.

    "The memory wipes are all from before you were assigned to the Union." She replied. "A different ship. Different mission. There were ... Families."

    "Well A, you are going to have to take it up with your therapist when we get back home," I sat down in the broken second command seat. "Right now we have to get our act together here and figure out where we are, salvage what we can and make sure we don't die in this broken ship."

     " But what about me Sir? What happened to those families? Who were they? Was I responsible for losing them like I am responsible for crashing the Union?"

    " A, we don't have time for this! You didn't crash the Union! You did everything possible.... Look!  I need you to....."

The ship's lights went back out and all the bridge board screens went into diagnostic mode...

 Great! She went back into Safe Mode.

 Please God, Please! Let it be her trying to fix an issue.. I have had some nutty girlfriends in my day but this one takes home the brand new car from the game show..

 "A!" I yelled out. Nothing. I got up and went to her main console hub. It was dark and none of the touch screen prompts responded. "..bitch.." I mumbled.

Suddenly.

................................ DON'T CALL ME A BITCH.........

    It was on every screen in the ship. Now, that knot on my forehead was really beginning to throb. More Jameson?

    

Just Say No To Pedophilia. Abductors, Educators And The Resistance---Part V

 

                                            

               The word "cause" is an alter to an unknown god.

                                           William James

    When public school officials attempt to exploit the power dynamic between adults and children to force children to mouth support for viewpoints for which these students disagree, it is both immoral and unconstitutional.

Nicole Neily, President-Parents Defending Education

    Yes, they really are coming after your children. Indoctrination is a stalwart axiom of Leftism. And where one does not comply with the Party line there is enforcement. Massachusetts is one such state that has openly practiced medical kidnapping. The Justina Pelletier case is one glaring example. But in 2022 the state has declared the schools a 'sanctuary' where children can come to escape the horrors of living with parents who insist the gender given to their children at birth remain so. In 2011 Massachusetts declared trans people as a protected class, and that's fine but this new 2022 resolution declares children (who imagine they are trans) as a protected class and therefore covered under certain Civil Rights Laws. The resolution also claims that some states are criminalizing travelling to another state to get trans affirming surgery. This is not true. While some states do bar such surgeries, no state has the authority to bar any American to seek medical care elsewhere. This part is very misleading. However, what the resolution DOES proclaim is that any parent in Massachusetts who refuses their child to have trans therapy and/or surgery IS in violation of the law and subject to arrest and their children abducted by the state.

                   Leftism, ideas so great they have to be enforced.

    It's already happening elsewhere. England has abducted at least three children so far because the parents said no. One child is autistic and is now in state custody because he told his therapist he was female. As the article I will link goes on to say, any parent with an autistic child knows they blurt out crazy things and instantly forget them. Only in this case it was to his doctor. And given the WHO mandates forced upon physicians everywhere the doctor immediately recommended puberty blockers and hormones.

    Mom refused and took her child out of that doctor's care.

    The school caught wind of this and referred the child to Child Services and, well.. Here we are.

"...social workers concluded he was likely to suffer ‘significant harm’ under his parents’ care..."

https://www.theamericanconservative.com/transgender-yes-they-really-are-coming-for-your-kids/

     California Senate Bill 107 would consider it an emergency if parents refuse medical transitioning greenlighting the abduction of those children, especially for Christian families. Gov. Newsom is no stranger to imposing 'emergency powers'. California has been under C-19 restrictions for over 800 days.

    California is very unique because Democrats there seem to think their jurisdiction extends beyond their borders. Just as California goes after former citizens for 'moving taxes' after they high tailed it out of that Commie shit hole, California will abduct out of state children who come to visit Gramma there if they express any gender dysphoria. This Senate Bill doesn't just declare a parent "unfit" (a very defined legal term), it declares them dangerous. By using such language the state can call upon Federal Authorities and have the parents declared as Domestic Terrorists.

"....California State Senator Scott Wiener, who sponsored the bill, said it is necessary because of “brutal attacks on transgender children” in other states..."

State Senator Wiener (of course that's his name) fails to define what those 'brutal attacks' are.

https://www.frc.org/op-eds/a-transgender-power-play-in-california

    21 states must notify parents of any sex education material to be presented to students. Parents can 'opt out' if they so choose. But California has a loophole when it comes to trans education.

".... the California legislature specifically excluded “gender identity” from the state’s notice and opt-out requirements, by providing in Section 51932(b) of the Education Code: This chapter does not apply to instructions, materials, presentations, or programming that discuss gender, gender identity, gender expression, sexual orientation, discrimination, harassment, bullying, intimidation, relationships, or family and do not discuss human reproductive organs and their functions...”

    Col0rado is another state with vague Sex Ed laws. Comprehensive health education is planned as the student progresses through the grades but bears no definition regarding trans sexual education. Parents would have no idea their children are being taught gender dysphoria. The District of Columbia is no exception as well.

https://www.nationalreview.com/2017/09/transgender-agenda-schools-kindergarten-california-opt-in-opt-out-state-laws-prevent/

    In Seattle Washington they offer trans medical facilities right in the school. No waiting lines and free to the public if you don't have insurance: "...The School Based Health Centers at Nova High School and Meany Middle School offer students “gender affirming care” as part of its school based medical services..."

   In Columbus Ohio the school Board spent over $24,000 tax payer dollars for a consultant on how best to indoctrinate the kids in class and: "...The professional development included the topics of gender identity, pronoun use, “cis privilege” and the need to maintain privacy and withhold information from students’ parents..." 

    This penchant to keep parents in the dark over transexualization is spreading like a plague. But don't expect the Government to enact emergency powers to (ya know) flatten the curve. In Iowa parents have recently discovered in April of 2022 the Linn-Mar school District that there is a 3000 word official policy that does exactly that. But parents are fighting back.

    Attorney Cameron Norris argued in the 8th Circuit Court of Appeals.

 “...People of good faith can disagree about whether that treatment is what’s best for kids,” Norris told the court. “But under the 14th Amendment, the government can’t impose that treatment on children behind their parents’ backs. And under the First Amendment, the government can’t force dissenting students to mouth their support for it....”

     Now, the attorney for the school was questioned by the judge if such information would be withheld from parents. Her response?

"...Van Heukelem argued that the school would not necessarily withhold information from parents because the federal Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act gives parents access to records..."

    Not necessarily? Da F*** is that supposed to mean?

   In other words parents could do what I have been trying to do for weeks now in Westborough Mass; File a request for records form to get access to school policy, library books and curriculum documents. Yeah... Good luck with that! By the time you receive the information little Bobby has already transitioned into Babette and you are under Social Services orders to suck it up buttercup.

https://wng.org/roundups/iowa-parents-fight-schools-transgender-secrecy-1677010907

    

  Lewis Center Ohio: Parents there have opened up a can of whoop-ass on Olentangy Local School Board District. Here the case is far more egregious. The school board has openly told students to keep quiet in class over contrary beliefs to trans education and to keep their mouths shut even after school. Students can be expelled if they use the wrong pronoun.

 "...Parents Defending Education v. Olentangy Local School District Board of Education, et al. was filed in the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of Ohio, alleging that District policies violate students’ First Amendment rights by chilling students’ speech rights, compelling students to affirm beliefs about sex and gender that are contrary to their own deeply held beliefs, and violating parents’ Fourteenth Amendment rights through the district’s efforts to restrict speech off school grounds and in families’ homes..."

     https://defendinged.org/lawsuits/parents-defending-education-files-federal-lawsuit-challenging-olentangy-local-school-districts-anti-harassment-policies/

     For any of you concerned about what is going on in YOUR District access this portal here: https://defendinged.org/

     You really have to ask yourself if these people are for real? Who does this? Who thinks this stuff is beneficial for society? Why do they think it's beneficial? No one can give a tangible answer, nothing concrete. Everything is theoretical backed up by hack science funded by far Left wack jobs organizations. Say all you want about far/alt right groups indoctrinating your kids but at least they aren't cutting off my son's dick or my daughter's tits. I'd rather have little Suzy or Bobby learn about Jesus and/or the founding of the nation. At least their genitals are intact. Oddly enough, I bet these same groups flip out over the Islamic practice of clitorectomies as barbaric. Lefties can always justify one thought in their heads while simultaneously supporting a diametrically opposed thought in their heads. 

    It truly is an example of self loathing and it's projected upon our children. The people who support this nonsense are mentally ill. The children who adopt this malarky are misguided and in need of love and help. The doctors who perform these abominations are no better than Joseph Mengele' and should be stripped of their practice. The School Boards, Child Services and other Administrators are purely evil and obsessed with power. They justify their positions by extracting fear from parents. They access the power of Government and Law Enforcement because none of them understand Liberty.

          It's not entirely their fault. They too have been indoctrinated. They really don't know any better..

...And That Is The Diatribe...

Just Say No To Pedophilia. Hate Groups And Enablers---Part IV

“Very telling, and a very sick revelation of the state of this country.”

Attorney Sidney Powell 7/9/23

    Hatred  breeds. As society devolves (destruction of family, God, country) the ease for which people can flip out over anything works quicker than spit. With the click of a mouse Americans defending traditional values are instantly tarred and feathered as intolerant extremists by actual intolerant extremists. 

    But Leftism is self destructive. It eats everything in it's path and then consumes itself until it dies leaving a far more sinister totalitarian form of government. Just look at the fall of the Soviet Union. Once it collapsed the Russian Mafia took over emerging as the Oligarchs we all know and love today.

    Back in my day there was the Russian dissident Alexander Solzhenitsyn who wrote the book First Circle. He explained that when the Communists rounded up all of the thinkers, authors, artists, and academia the Commissars then instructed those who managed to escape the firing squad to provide information as to who might be a political problem from their OWN Communist Party. It wasn't just enough to rid the system of dissenters. They had to rid the system of everyone leaving only a pure and abject adherence to the Party. 

    This trans/gay/ LGB crap is following the same course. It is eating everything in it's path. Eventually, it will run out and eat it's own and God only knows what fills that space afterwards.

    At the beginning of this series I asked; When did protecting children from radicals become.. Radical?

Moms for Liberty

https://www.dailysignal.com/2023/07/10/exclusive-moms-for-liberty-undaunted-by-death-threats-being-treated-as-subhuman-after-splc-attack/?utm_source=TDS_Email&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=MorningBell&mkt_tok=ODI0LU1IVC0zMDQAAAGM3kd9WWeIcmpplxEIBU1i1FeD9K87S_GwznIyJ56UiFB8aTz3RUnay2PUm7bJTsuOuB_Uxi0Cld-z-BLmrCv-wbqAMeMuuWoVDJZs4AvtgGb2NsA

      Imagine the the gall of these moms! Forming an organization. Actually practicing their Constitutional Right of freedom to peaceably assemble, defending their own children and petitioning the government for a redress of their grievances!!. Don't they know that children belong to the state? It takes a village as Hillary once said.

We need to do something about this.. And right now!

    And doing something about it is EXACTLY what the Southern Poverty Law Center has been doing. And they don't care. They have millions of dollars and can easily pay off any slander lawsuit. By putting Moms for Liberty on their 'Hate List' the SPLC has opened the floodgates for threats of violence towards a group of moms who just want their kids to be left alone.

 One person actually called upon the State to remove their children.

“... another threat-sender wrote. “The state should remove your kids and/or grand kids from your homes. Evil, evil, evil people you are!”.

    Way to go with that Love is Love thingy. And nothing says tolerance and diversity like threatening to eradicate someone from the face of the Earth and line them up against a wall.

“I will personally eradicate you from Massachusetts,”.... “Piece of s— fascists like you deserve to be dragged against a wall and force-fed hot lead. Eat s— and die.”

     Like the same college idiot intellectuals wearing Che Guevara shirts and not realizing they would be the first lined up and shot under the rule of Che Guevara...

    This other idiot is calling upon the Ninth Gate to open and enlist the aid of Mephistopheles himself.

   

Sound of Freedom

https://www.bizpacreview.com/2023/07/10/cbs-nearly-a-decade-ago-did-a-segment-on-tim-ballard-now-film-on-child-trafficking-is-qanon-1375629/?fbclid=IwAR3GNgR1YpBtcKJCRVZHYFJEoDaKz_cw9kno5eIM_mMlMx-nHoSBN0lO_kE

     10 years ago the same people who produced a CBS documentary on child sex trafficking were heralded in the press. Today they are pariahs in this virtue signaling hellhole.

"...sent groomers and pedophiles and their enablers into a panic over what could be an existential threat to them because if it gets a widespread enough audience, the film could raise awareness and spark public outrage much as groomers in the nation’s classrooms already has...goes where the corrupt media won’t by shedding light on the child sex trade and the scourge of pedophilia, a depraved practice that many on the left are working tirelessly to normalize..." bizpacreview.com. Melissa Fine 7/10/23

    And normalizing it they are.

Chest Feeding

https://www.dailysignal.com/2023/07/07/cdcs-chestfeeding-guidance-reveals-administrative-states-latest-mutilation-of-west/?utm_source=TDS_Email&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=MorningBell&mkt_tok=ODI0LU1IVC0zMDQAAAGM3kd9WRnKHSpdMwtNkUv5MrjLvY2tQI7O2TDO04T1AgzHb51-J4ph-MGgdfCNdmVXFj_HnMxwaNi9fylDBESypIoNvgwnq2LYlnfxYkVGLqE5qqw

     Finished throwing up yet?

    But there is help. If Bobby cannot lactate sufficiently there is medication (more drugs, yay!) to induce the flow of bodily fluids from his (err) her nipples. 

"...The CDC has a responsibility to talk about the health risks, but they have been derelict in doing that," Dr. Jane Orient told TheDailyMail.com, adding "We have no idea what the long-term effects on the child will be" if transgender parents are using "all kinds of off-label hormones..."

"...The Academy of Breastfeeding Medicine (ABM) also recently introduced a language guide for U.S. hospitals that features gender-neutral terminology. It includes "inclusive terminology" such as "father's milk..."

" Laura Kair, medical director of the UC Davis Children’s Hospital, says in the release. "The statement also calls for an end to violence and discrimination against lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, questioning, and intersex, plus (LGBTQI+) people..."

“Language has power," Kair adds. "The language that we use should be as inclusive as possible when discussing infant feeding,”

  And as queer feminist and (cough) scholar Judith Butler said "Power generates the range of possibilities..." And isn't this what this is all about? The Power of possibilities?

"...Dr. Stuart Fischer from New York, told TheDailyMail.com that he found it "very hard to believe" breast milk produced by biological women is the same as milk produced by transgender women..."

Ya think?

    But these are the same people who find it perfectly safe to show kids playing cards with the definitions (and illustrations) of various porn level sex acts. The same people who advocate genital mutilation for children, catering to a perceived notion of transgenderism instead of recognizing a mental disorder and nipping it in the bud. These are the same people who go ape-shit over a movie exposing pedophilia.

And why do they react this way? Because they themselves are pedophiles.

    At any given time there are half a million sexual predators online every day. screenandreveal.com. Lindsay Muntingh. 2/20/23. That number is small comparative to the US population. But those are actively KNOWN predators. What about the ones hiding in plain site?

    According to statistics 42 million children are sexually abused before age 18. Again, these are KNOWN statistics. Now, lets extrapolate and add in this societal push to sexualize children by exposing them to education, indoctrination, procedures and therapies that rationalize such desires.  

    We call them pedophiles but the new language is minor attracted persons. And "language has power" according to Dr. Laura Kair.

    In the book A Long Dark Shadow( UC Press 6/22) author Allyn Walker spells out succinctly in a Rutgers U book review just how important language is when addressing the issue of pedophi...ehh, minor attracted persons (MAP's)..

"...Walker emphasizes the importance of using correct terms to better understand MAPs’ experiences..."

     Walker is a little concerned that terms such as 'child molester' and 'pedophile' are used interchangeably relating to criminal activity. They should be.. Because they are crimes (molestation) committed by criminals (pedophiles). But the author can explain all of that by introducing an emotional and romantic feeling MAP's can form for their victims...I mean.. partners.

"...An important point is that very few participants expressed having only a sexual attraction to children—most MAPs, like those attracted to adults, also felt a romantic and emotional attraction to children..."

    Well, I'm glad that only a few wanted to rape children. The rest just wanted to fall in love.

"  In describing the identity formation process of MAPs, Walker compares MAPs’ experiences with a model..... which charts the identity formation process in gay and lesbian individuals..." 

     Walker assures his readers that 75 % of his participants in his study would never offend. But the review discloses that most of the participants came from one website called 'Virtuous Pedophiles".

    And just HOW do these MAP's avoid molesting kids? Well, some actually wack off to child pornography.

"...More controversially, a minority of participants admitted to using child sexual exploitation material (CSEM, more commonly referred to as child pornography)..." 

    This is known as 'non-contact child abuse' (National Center for Victims of Crime). Just because the person watching the porn isn't abusing the child themselves, the child is still being abused because they are involved in porn. And the viewer is paying for this porn thus propagating more child pornography. But, again Walker assures his readers that only about 6 of his subjects actually used real child pornography. The others must have used Anime cartoons.

https://clcjbooks.rutgers.edu/books/a-long-dark-shadow-minor-attracted-people-and-their-pursuit-of-dignity/

     And don't think for a moment this push to trans our children isn't going to excite the loins of predators. Ancient Greece and Rome were hotbeds of pedophilia until the Christians showed up and put a stop to that nonsense. In fact the desired age for boys was between 12-18. And if they wore a dress, even better! The need for homosexuality to distance itself from pedophilia decades past was strategic. Homosexuality was still considered abhorrent. Gays and lesbians were jailed, fired, assaulted, rebuked by family. But in the 70's groups such as Pedophile Information Exchange and the infamous North American Man-Boy Love Association (NAMBLA) were looking to attach themselves to the civil rights successes of the gay and lesbian movement. And just as the LGBTQ+ movement has entered mainstream society and is demanding laws so too is the pro pedophilia advocates.

 "...In the 1970s homosexual advocates literally pushed the American Psychiatric Association into listing homosexuality into a healthy sexual orientation in its authoritative Diagnostic and Statistical Manual... in 2013, the APA attempted to let the same reclassification slip through for pedophilia..." National Catholic Register. Ben Wiker. 8/27/19.

    In 1993 the Gay and Lesbian community attained 'consultive' status in the UN. This meant that international decisions over war, elections, aid, emergency interventions, etc had to consider the impact to the homosexual community of a particular nation. In America the trans movement has a multi stage approach.

    First get into the schools. Kids as young as 5 are being introduced to the joys of gender dysphoria. I will cover more on this in the Part V.

    Fear. Invent pop psychology and flood the mental health community with the false notion that children are 'gender fluid' and if we don't cut off little Bobby's penis NOW he is at risk of committing suicide or a life of severe mental trauma.

    And if any of the parents balk at this junk science then employ the power of the state to have those children removed. I already covered the Federal push to label parents as Domestic Terrorists in the last segment.

    Then there is 'transitioning'. We tell little Bobby that it's perfectly ok to wear his sister's dress and wear mommy's lipstick. Next is the puberty blockers, intense psychological therapy and the school system affirming that Bobby really IS a girl! By the age of 11-12 hook him up to the hormonal implant I wrote about earlier to shape that lovely girlish figure and finally... Cut his cock off.

    "...If all of that is mandated by law, affirmed by society, heralded by the media, carried out by the medical establishment, championed by psychiatrists and psychologists, and affirmed as a fundamental human right by the moralists on the Left, what will stop pedophilia from being accepted socially and legally?..."

     If you follow the evolution of acceptance to homosexuality being taught in schools, to transgenderism being taught in schools it isn't a far leap to imagine pedophilia being taught in schools.

"...This is a gate already half-opened in other areas in our culture — just do an internet search for “Drag Queen Story Hour Public Library...”

https://www.ncregister.com/blog/transgenderism-is-a-gateway-to-pedophilia

And if YOU don't like it? There is always the DOJ,  SPLC or the ACLU to straighten you out.

....And That Is The Diatribe....