Soap Opera Paramour
The establishment is a private one. Smokey and dark it is dominated by a large bar taking up a third of the area. There are a couple of tables which are currently occupied. All attention is focused on the lone mid sized television hanging near the front and facing towards the open room. The blinds are pulled and no solicitation signs are posted. This a private sports bar owned by the Soap Opera Paramour (SOP) and his followers.
I am a guest this night as we watch the game. Not one of the many body guards, attention seekers, or fledglings. Rather a friend of one of those. As the game progresses the reception becomes more full of static and noise. Eventually the game becomes unwatchable. It is decided to just go outside and listen to it on the radio. The bar empties and several cars are pulled opposite the street facing away from the bar. Several recline on the hoods of the cars and the car stereos are turned up so that the game can be enjoyed while purveying the urban night scenery.
A crisp clear starry night prevails upon the whole city. Towers and office buildings stretch away to the horizon. As we relax in the night, listening to the game in the background, I strike up a conversation with the SOP's wife. Obviously the family is rich. Why no satellite? A sports bar could be opened to the public with a big screen television and many small televisions scattered around the bar. The little screens would be around 20in in size. A satellite would feed crystal clear sports games into the bar. Opening it to the public would see this comfortable establishment pay for itself.
The cars are overlooking a lower street perpendicular to ours. It dead ends to a brick wall at the side of our street. This lower street could be dropped into with the little effort. As my conversation winds to an end with the SOP's wife the SOP spots a powerful enemy of his walking alone in the lower street. He decides to handle this enemy once and for all by himself. Against the advice of his bodyguards he walks around the building hemming in the dead end alley alone, not deigning to ruin his atmosphere by dropping into the alley, especially in front of this enemy.
The enemy stands near the end of the alley, closest to us. The SOP approaches him from the distant opening of the alley. The SOP reaches his enemy and proceeds to beat him with a baseball bat. Just as he is getting started the enemies bodyguards appear blocking the exit to the alley armed with swords. Dressed all in black and wielding swords they resemble ninjas. Their deadly intent clearly evident I drop into the alley to protect the SOP and catch one of the swords by clapping it just before it strikes me. With the captured sword I make short work of the bodyguards, eventually chopping them all up.
The SOP and I walk with an entourage through the city. Attempting to shake off the adrenaline of our recent encounter. We notice child prophetic twins mid kidnap. We thwart the kidnapping of the psychically powerful children. It is decided that they must be sent on their way, so that they will not become embroiled in the deadly long term struggle we definitely seem to be in. The twins think we do so because we do not recognize their worth. This insult they perceive stops them warning us about the clone problem we are about to encounter.
Tired of walking the SOP's limousines are retrieved. Being the hero of the night I ride in the same vehicle as the SOP. While we a drive a baby chicken walking on the sidewalk is noticed. Even while driving by this tiny tattooed warning is perceived on the back of the pedestrian chick's neck. The SOP orders the limo to stop. We bring the chick in so that we might decipher the warning she wears.
Before the examination is begun the limousine continues driving. Within moments the chick with the tiny tattooed warning begins to expand and change colors. From the chicks natural golden yellow to blue to brown to orange. The shades are not as disturbing as the alarming growth rate of this chick. Thinking quickly someone tosses the now basketball sized chick out the window. Like a lazy balloon she floats for a minute with the wind. Soon however the chick explodes into a shower of confetti.
Alarmed by this explosion, and the idea of sacrificing an innocent beings life for bomb delivery, panic briefly ensues. A knowledgeable soul calms us all by explaining that the chick was harmless. The person's father used to make them. They are born to due that, sometimes only living a couple of hours in execution of the gag. That there purpose in life is to explode mitigates the disturbing philosophical underpinnings. The joke is recognized but not its deliverer. Was it meant to be a joke or a warning of worse things to come.
Another day the SOP (Paterfamilias) is engaged in a conversation with a gentlemen of similar social stature in a hotel lobby. Surrounded by Victorian furniture and fake plants in the nigh empty lobby their conversation is only audible to the few attendants of each. The gentleman desires to purchase old family land of the Paterfamilias. Indignant the Paterfamilias declines. The land has been in the family for generations and there is no way he will ever sell. The rival seems unconcerned by this declaration. His unconcern strikes an ominous chord. Like the Paterfamilias he is one who does not easily give up on what he wants. The rival makes a cryptic statement indicating his faith that the toppling of the Paterfamilias from power is soon to come.
Unknown to the Paterfamilias, or anyone loyal to him, clones are infiltrating his staff. The clones are mean, sneaky, and dedicated to his overthrow. Their only weakness is that they are relatively skilless in the jobs they are supposed to be expert in. Besides this they mimic their counterparts almost indistinguishably. Fortunately they do not retain the true peoples' memories or skills. The memories were not perceived as a problem in the planning of the clone infiltration as those servants care for rarely know the servants personal lives or history.
Concerned about his rivals confidence that his fall is quickly coming the Paterfamilias goes to the capital seeking assistance from an old ally. In a near identical hotel lobby he engages this old ally, a foreign dignitary. The dignitary refuses to help seeing great profit in the fall of so mighty an individual. The Paterfamilias pictures him as a vulture waiting to get a scrap of meat after his betters have expended all the effort. However his cowardice and lack of loyalty goads him into threatening the dignitary once the Paterfamilias has dealt with this recent threat. Vowing an eternal goal to do whatever he can to damage the foreign dignitary the Paterfamilias shouts curses and retribution. Growing livid and explicit the dignitary begins to doubt the safety of his position as carrion feeder and stately walks away.
One of the corner stones of the Paterfamilias's empire is a large chunk of land analogous to the size of Rhodes Island. The whole area is contained within a translucent dome which allows natural lighting through but prevents gazing through its solid white glass. The sides of the dome have a large 400 yard canvas stretching from the dome to the interior of the dome. This canvas is elevated about 300 yards up and stretches to the grass floor of the dome. Filled with air the canvas makes a kind of bouncy sidewalk though that is not it's intended purpose. I however use it this way. Bouncing about the dome I reach heights of a 100 yards. An easy, quick, and fun way of traveling I explore this magnificent domed area. I see bits of land like islands among the canvas. One time I notice a hammock situated by itself in a nook. The various bits of land and toys are spread infrequently and seemingly randomly.
From my airy vantage point the clone conspiracy is steadily revealed to my eagle eyes. Resolving to make a difference I befriend the clones and do not reveal my knowledge of their ulterior motives. They see through my duplicity and seek to capture me so that I might not spread word of the clone plot. Briefly I vow to teach them the skills of their jobs. In return for these valuable lessons they briefly stop their pursuit. This time my scheming pays off and I teach them their skills incorrectly. They do not know it but their foul nature will be revealed by their shoddy job performance. Instead of keeping the dome in ship shape they will steadily destroy it. What could be a more obvious sign that things are wrong. As they demonstrate their mis work I grow weary of their slow progress. I start jumping around pulling the canvas down so the problem will be noticed sooner. Their incorrect skills means not only will they not be able to repair it, but most likely their efforts will just make the damage worse.
The SOP's daughter was held by clones because she had discovered their foul nature. While I am tearing down the canvas she escapes and runs out a side door of the dome. She runs through my neighbor's backyard and through his left hand side gate into the cul-de-sac. Police and the Paterfamilias are exchanging pleasantries in the yard across the street. With the clones only a stride behind her she screams for their help. About halfway to the SOP she is tackled by the clones. The SOP calls on the police to do their duty and assist against the attackers. The clones forestall the policemen's help by claiming that they are the family of this mentally disturbed child. They state that any effort against them would really be against the proper welfare and safe keeping of their obviously over excited daughter. The daughter tries to deny their familial ties and at the same time assert her correctness of mind. The cops unsure of whether to interfere in a family's handling of the situation slowly come to a solution they are happy with.
The daughter obviously does not wish to stay with those who claim to be her rightful guardians. Will I take responsibility for the raising and protecting of this girl so that she may, at least temporarily, be free of those she claims are abductors. Reluctantly I agree to the burden and take her home.
The task is arduous because this troubled girl trusts no one. Doing my best to provide garners not the trust given automatically to those of the same blood. Eventually due to her uncertainty of the gallantry of my intentions, she decides to run away. While I am away she steals various valuables and seeks to sell them at a pawn shop. I had been alert for just such a situation and followed her to the pawn shop. As I walk in she is shocked and I notice that the proprietor of the shop is protected by a mesh wire fence that extends from his counter to the ceiling. My belongings are already on his side of the fence. Approaching the fence I ask for my belongings back. He disagrees over their proper ownership, seemingly unconcerned with whether it was the girls place to rightfully sell or not. His lack of cooperation upsets me and I reach for his throat. As my hand darts forward the wire mesh parts around my hand like butter. Grabbing him by the throat I tell him that if he goes for the gun under the counter I will effortlessly kill him. Kowed he returns my belongings. My stuff returned, my reluctant daughter and I return home.
I am a guest this night as we watch the game. Not one of the many body guards, attention seekers, or fledglings. Rather a friend of one of those. As the game progresses the reception becomes more full of static and noise. Eventually the game becomes unwatchable. It is decided to just go outside and listen to it on the radio. The bar empties and several cars are pulled opposite the street facing away from the bar. Several recline on the hoods of the cars and the car stereos are turned up so that the game can be enjoyed while purveying the urban night scenery.
A crisp clear starry night prevails upon the whole city. Towers and office buildings stretch away to the horizon. As we relax in the night, listening to the game in the background, I strike up a conversation with the SOP's wife. Obviously the family is rich. Why no satellite? A sports bar could be opened to the public with a big screen television and many small televisions scattered around the bar. The little screens would be around 20in in size. A satellite would feed crystal clear sports games into the bar. Opening it to the public would see this comfortable establishment pay for itself.
The cars are overlooking a lower street perpendicular to ours. It dead ends to a brick wall at the side of our street. This lower street could be dropped into with the little effort. As my conversation winds to an end with the SOP's wife the SOP spots a powerful enemy of his walking alone in the lower street. He decides to handle this enemy once and for all by himself. Against the advice of his bodyguards he walks around the building hemming in the dead end alley alone, not deigning to ruin his atmosphere by dropping into the alley, especially in front of this enemy.
The enemy stands near the end of the alley, closest to us. The SOP approaches him from the distant opening of the alley. The SOP reaches his enemy and proceeds to beat him with a baseball bat. Just as he is getting started the enemies bodyguards appear blocking the exit to the alley armed with swords. Dressed all in black and wielding swords they resemble ninjas. Their deadly intent clearly evident I drop into the alley to protect the SOP and catch one of the swords by clapping it just before it strikes me. With the captured sword I make short work of the bodyguards, eventually chopping them all up.
The SOP and I walk with an entourage through the city. Attempting to shake off the adrenaline of our recent encounter. We notice child prophetic twins mid kidnap. We thwart the kidnapping of the psychically powerful children. It is decided that they must be sent on their way, so that they will not become embroiled in the deadly long term struggle we definitely seem to be in. The twins think we do so because we do not recognize their worth. This insult they perceive stops them warning us about the clone problem we are about to encounter.
Tired of walking the SOP's limousines are retrieved. Being the hero of the night I ride in the same vehicle as the SOP. While we a drive a baby chicken walking on the sidewalk is noticed. Even while driving by this tiny tattooed warning is perceived on the back of the pedestrian chick's neck. The SOP orders the limo to stop. We bring the chick in so that we might decipher the warning she wears.
Before the examination is begun the limousine continues driving. Within moments the chick with the tiny tattooed warning begins to expand and change colors. From the chicks natural golden yellow to blue to brown to orange. The shades are not as disturbing as the alarming growth rate of this chick. Thinking quickly someone tosses the now basketball sized chick out the window. Like a lazy balloon she floats for a minute with the wind. Soon however the chick explodes into a shower of confetti.
Alarmed by this explosion, and the idea of sacrificing an innocent beings life for bomb delivery, panic briefly ensues. A knowledgeable soul calms us all by explaining that the chick was harmless. The person's father used to make them. They are born to due that, sometimes only living a couple of hours in execution of the gag. That there purpose in life is to explode mitigates the disturbing philosophical underpinnings. The joke is recognized but not its deliverer. Was it meant to be a joke or a warning of worse things to come.
Another day the SOP (Paterfamilias) is engaged in a conversation with a gentlemen of similar social stature in a hotel lobby. Surrounded by Victorian furniture and fake plants in the nigh empty lobby their conversation is only audible to the few attendants of each. The gentleman desires to purchase old family land of the Paterfamilias. Indignant the Paterfamilias declines. The land has been in the family for generations and there is no way he will ever sell. The rival seems unconcerned by this declaration. His unconcern strikes an ominous chord. Like the Paterfamilias he is one who does not easily give up on what he wants. The rival makes a cryptic statement indicating his faith that the toppling of the Paterfamilias from power is soon to come.
Unknown to the Paterfamilias, or anyone loyal to him, clones are infiltrating his staff. The clones are mean, sneaky, and dedicated to his overthrow. Their only weakness is that they are relatively skilless in the jobs they are supposed to be expert in. Besides this they mimic their counterparts almost indistinguishably. Fortunately they do not retain the true peoples' memories or skills. The memories were not perceived as a problem in the planning of the clone infiltration as those servants care for rarely know the servants personal lives or history.
Concerned about his rivals confidence that his fall is quickly coming the Paterfamilias goes to the capital seeking assistance from an old ally. In a near identical hotel lobby he engages this old ally, a foreign dignitary. The dignitary refuses to help seeing great profit in the fall of so mighty an individual. The Paterfamilias pictures him as a vulture waiting to get a scrap of meat after his betters have expended all the effort. However his cowardice and lack of loyalty goads him into threatening the dignitary once the Paterfamilias has dealt with this recent threat. Vowing an eternal goal to do whatever he can to damage the foreign dignitary the Paterfamilias shouts curses and retribution. Growing livid and explicit the dignitary begins to doubt the safety of his position as carrion feeder and stately walks away.
One of the corner stones of the Paterfamilias's empire is a large chunk of land analogous to the size of Rhodes Island. The whole area is contained within a translucent dome which allows natural lighting through but prevents gazing through its solid white glass. The sides of the dome have a large 400 yard canvas stretching from the dome to the interior of the dome. This canvas is elevated about 300 yards up and stretches to the grass floor of the dome. Filled with air the canvas makes a kind of bouncy sidewalk though that is not it's intended purpose. I however use it this way. Bouncing about the dome I reach heights of a 100 yards. An easy, quick, and fun way of traveling I explore this magnificent domed area. I see bits of land like islands among the canvas. One time I notice a hammock situated by itself in a nook. The various bits of land and toys are spread infrequently and seemingly randomly.
From my airy vantage point the clone conspiracy is steadily revealed to my eagle eyes. Resolving to make a difference I befriend the clones and do not reveal my knowledge of their ulterior motives. They see through my duplicity and seek to capture me so that I might not spread word of the clone plot. Briefly I vow to teach them the skills of their jobs. In return for these valuable lessons they briefly stop their pursuit. This time my scheming pays off and I teach them their skills incorrectly. They do not know it but their foul nature will be revealed by their shoddy job performance. Instead of keeping the dome in ship shape they will steadily destroy it. What could be a more obvious sign that things are wrong. As they demonstrate their mis work I grow weary of their slow progress. I start jumping around pulling the canvas down so the problem will be noticed sooner. Their incorrect skills means not only will they not be able to repair it, but most likely their efforts will just make the damage worse.
The SOP's daughter was held by clones because she had discovered their foul nature. While I am tearing down the canvas she escapes and runs out a side door of the dome. She runs through my neighbor's backyard and through his left hand side gate into the cul-de-sac. Police and the Paterfamilias are exchanging pleasantries in the yard across the street. With the clones only a stride behind her she screams for their help. About halfway to the SOP she is tackled by the clones. The SOP calls on the police to do their duty and assist against the attackers. The clones forestall the policemen's help by claiming that they are the family of this mentally disturbed child. They state that any effort against them would really be against the proper welfare and safe keeping of their obviously over excited daughter. The daughter tries to deny their familial ties and at the same time assert her correctness of mind. The cops unsure of whether to interfere in a family's handling of the situation slowly come to a solution they are happy with.
The daughter obviously does not wish to stay with those who claim to be her rightful guardians. Will I take responsibility for the raising and protecting of this girl so that she may, at least temporarily, be free of those she claims are abductors. Reluctantly I agree to the burden and take her home.
The task is arduous because this troubled girl trusts no one. Doing my best to provide garners not the trust given automatically to those of the same blood. Eventually due to her uncertainty of the gallantry of my intentions, she decides to run away. While I am away she steals various valuables and seeks to sell them at a pawn shop. I had been alert for just such a situation and followed her to the pawn shop. As I walk in she is shocked and I notice that the proprietor of the shop is protected by a mesh wire fence that extends from his counter to the ceiling. My belongings are already on his side of the fence. Approaching the fence I ask for my belongings back. He disagrees over their proper ownership, seemingly unconcerned with whether it was the girls place to rightfully sell or not. His lack of cooperation upsets me and I reach for his throat. As my hand darts forward the wire mesh parts around my hand like butter. Grabbing him by the throat I tell him that if he goes for the gun under the counter I will effortlessly kill him. Kowed he returns my belongings. My stuff returned, my reluctant daughter and I return home.
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