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Week 6 - Phase 4 August 24th and Onwards |
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Sleepy and Intangible
Tuesday, August 24, 2004. The day we have all been waiting for. The day when Melissa will awake. The day the axons go hot. The day we finally will get to know what happens at the GPS coordinates.
I woke up at 6:00am EDT to make my point: 42.970906 -077.228967 located in Manchester, NY just off I-90. Left the house at 6:30am feeling sleepy, but excited. Arrived at about 9am, plenty of time before the 06:15 PDT time listed. Met Alaranth and (I'm sorry, I don't remember your name) at McDonalds and then drove over to the coordinate. Saw nothing except a bunch of guys hanging out at one end of the street. Drove up to them and Alaranth asked if they knew Dana or if they liked bees. They answered "Yes" so we parked next to them and started wondering what to do. Because, you see, there was nothing at this point - it was at someone's house. One guy walked down to the gas station on the corner to look for a payphone. The rest of us spread out along the street looking for something, anything and still nada. We even began to hope that the Hershey Kissmobile we saw getting gas earlier would come by and give us free candy. Nope. 9:15 came and went and we stood in the street looking like idiots. I called the ARGN Hotline with my lack of news. Dejected, everyone left to their relatively close homes, while I had a 2.5 hour drive back to work.
As I'm cruising down I-90, my phone starts ringing. Crap! Reach into my purse and can't seem to find it. Double crap! Dump the contents of the purse out and start feeling around for the phone. Finally! I answer it and it's Alaranth. She's already home (*grumble*) and tells me that other people have been getting phone calls at their sites (*grr*). It seems that payphones were the key. Oh, and she gives me one other important piece of information. Our site has been changed to Manchester, New HAMPSHIRE. That's right, the one coordinate that was added to upstate NY turns out to be the only coordinate changed on the 24th. Not that I'm bitter or anything but: ARRRRGGHHH!!
Wide Awake and Physical
So what did really happen on the 24th?
The first thing was that at 6:07AM PDT, the site updated to say that it was "Transmitting"
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TRANSMITTING
Authorized personnel can check rendezvous info here.
Unauthorized personnel should know
that I have full license to use any means to
protect the security of these transmissions.
I believe that punishing even minor transgressions
with shockingly excessive force is the best deterrent.
I am relentless, and I have absolutly no conscience
when it comes to executing my mission.
Make your decisions accordingly.
Clicking on the link brought you to the links page with the GPS coordinates, but the page has changed. The coordinates are now grouped together, and each group has a codeword. From the About page, we learn that Melissa needs 2 recipients to consider a transmission successful. The first code word is "blip" and the poor guinea pigs at those locations were not able to get a successful transmission - but they did give vital information to the rest of the people trying to get to their axons.
What happens is this: At the specific time, a payphone will ring at the designated location. It's Melissa calling to verify that she knows you. She will ask two questions, both of which must be answered correctly, otherwise she will hang up. The first question asks for either "Her Name" or "Her Nickname". The answer would be either "Melissa" or "The Operator". The next question will be for "Your Name". The answer to this is the codeword listed for that specific time and location. So for the 06:07 PDT Coordinate, the answer would be "Blip".
If you answer both of the questions correctly, Melissa will reward you by playing an audio file of the voices in her head. When the file has finished, she asks if you would like to "Continue or Repeat". Because her systems are damaged, she is unable to continue and the call ends. Telling her "Repeat" will cause the audio file to play again - great if everyone in a group wants to hear the voices in Melissa's head. You can keep telling her "Repeat" as many times as necessary so that everyone gets a chance to hear. If two axons from each group goes hot (successfully answered), Melissa then considers it a success and posts a link to the audio file on links.html so that we all can hear it.
Melissa is sending out these files because they are in some way related to her accident. She is broadcasting them to her crew members in the hopes they can analyze them and let Melissa know the results so she can repair the damage.
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Situation Analysis:
Waking up. Stay Awake.
I must compile a list of truths.
Assertions:
I am called the Operator.
I have crash landed.
I must determine the cause of the accident that brought me to this time.
I have undergone severe memory loss.
I must locate any surviving members of my crew.
I have built a primitive network using the tools available.
I must seek the truth.
I hear a jumble of voices in my head.
Conjecture:
The voices are in some way related to my accident.
Because of the damage, I am unable to accurately assess the nature of the voices.
By broadcasting the voices to my crew, they will be able to assess the damage.
Once assessed, the damage can be repaired.
She will continue to broadcast the messages daily until she receives further instructions.
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Transmission Analysis:
Mission Parameters: I must reveal the truth.
Outbound:
My broadcast system is functional and expanding.
I will transmit to my crew daily until further instructions are received.
Successful transmission threshold:
2 recipients.
Inbound:
The voices are of unknown origin
I will continue my analysis and attempt to influence the source.
Because several of the first points did not have access to the codewords, we were not able to get all of the wavs the first day. Even some of the later points had troubles with locating the correct phones or giving the correct answers. In the end we had 23 of the 30 wavs. Even with the missing ones, we were able to get a rough idea of what they were about.
There seems to be three different story lines. The first is a boy talking to an AI that has taken over his computer. The second involves a super-human girl who gets caught on a military base. The third follows a man having bad luck on dates. Very odd files, especially since they are supposed to be related to Melissa's crash. We can only hope that if/when the last few wavs are found, it'll make more sense.
There is one more thing to the links page that we don't understand right now. At the top of the page is a progress bar marking the progress of the hot axons. Only problem is, at this time, we only have 74 axons hot out of a possible 777, and only 210 total axons that we are aware of. Does this mean we are going to get more wavs in the future? Or are there 567 axons hidden somewhere? There is also something interesting hidden in the .css for the page. The .css lists three possible states for the axons: Active, Complete and Archive. We have seen Active and Complete and speculation is now ongoing for the third type, Archive, which we haven't seen yet.
The Flea Is Chatty
The Pious Flea has added his own update to the site this week. It seems he has taken over honey.html, repeating his mantra over and over and over again, filling up the entire page. But why? Is he just pleased with himself because the axons are being activated? Or is he upset at something?
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Seek the truth
Behold the truth
Reveal the truth
That is the law and the whole of the law
!init transmit proc
!transmit truth
The Princess' Riddle
Once again, the pictures have new corruptions in them. This time they are more difficult to find since each picture only has one word in it.
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hard
BEE_LOGO.gif
house,
CUTEBEE.gif
my
BUT_HOME.gif
as
BUTABOUT.gif
a
BUTTHEHI.gif
spy
BUTHONEY.gif
with
BUT_FUN.gif
on
BEEBACKG.gif
ever
bee2_margaretphoto.jpg
pig's
farnsworth-window.jpg
of
margaret.jpg
eye
chloe.jpg
on.
danapicnic.jpg
cowardice,
danadress.jpg
that
dana.jpg
and
bee_garden.jpg
color
smoker.jpg
as
langshivel.gif
something
figure.jpg
I
cutebee2.gif
little
margarets_market.jpg
is
groupofjars.jpg
the
BEEWITHH.gif
goes
muses.jpg
and
na-cat.gif
If you combine all these words into one sentence you get: I spy with my little eye something that is the color of cowardice, as hard as a pig's house, and goes ever on and on. It's a riddle!
The color of cowardice: yellow
As hard as a pig's house: brick
Goes ever on and on: road
This leads us straight to www.ilovebees.com/yellowbrickroad.html, which is a new message from the Princess! This time she shows us a conversation she had with the Flea where we learn his true name: Seeker.
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Hooray! You've come to the end of the yellow brick road! Well played!
Lots of people have asked me about the Flea, which is like ewwwwwww. But since you guys were clever enough to figure out my little riddle, I recorded the last conversation I had with that nasty guy so you could see how basically sneaky and gross he is and yuck.
seek
seek
seek
behold:
!extern proc 0
Ack! I hate it when you sneak up on me like that!
grope:
!probe extern proc 0
Hands to yourself, mister!
behold:
extern proc 0
!label Princess
Seek the truth
Behold the truth
Reveal the truth
That is the law and the whole of the law
grope:
!hndshk Princess
Bug off before I step on you.
fail
reveal:
!label seeker
Mind if I just call you Buggy?
reveal:
!label seeker
Hey, call yourself whatever you like, you're still the Pious Flea to me. So, what's with all the roads?
reveal
reveal
reveal
that is the law
Keep your raincoat closed, buddy! I don't need to see ANTYTHING you want revealed. And what does that have to do with roads?
grope:
!seek transmit proc
fail
fail
fail
behold:
master sector
grope:
!attach > master-sector
reveal:
!law master-sector
Yeah - she's still got like hickey marks on her neck. Gross.
reveal:
!law master-sector
master-sector:deploy:
seek
behold
reveal
master-sector:grope:
!hndshk extern
!seek transmit proc
master sector:
surg:
!triage transmit proc
So you got her to build stuff for you! You honey-tongued little bloodsucker, you.
grope:
!attach Princess
Ewwwwww! Kiss you? GROSS.
fail
!reveal Princess:
seeker > !attach Princess
Princess >> !behold truth
I bet you say that to all the girls. Listen, Hoppy, I know what happens to the girls you kiss. As far as I'm concerned, you can kiss your -
!reveal Princess:
Princess > !attach seeker
seeker >> cmd proc
I've heard the Handsome Prince line before. What you're REALLY about to turn into is a splotch mark on the floor, that's what.
GROSS
evade
evade
evade
The Extraordinary
Dana has been watching our progress with the axons all day. While watching us, she realizes that we are her extraordinary - coming together and working as one to solve an extraordinary problem. She also posts a summary of the game so far in the sidebar so we all know where we are at.
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The Extraordinary
When I was very little, I was going to be a fire truck when I grew up. That didn't pan out. Later, I decided I would be the paleontologist who discovered an unknown ancient civilization. The marine biologist who figured out how to talk to dolphins. The first pop star to win a Pulitzer prize for her song lyrics. I wouldn't say it out loud, but all my life I really did believe I was destined for something out of the ordinary.
I was a smart kid. Didn't always get the highest grades, but I was pretty awake. Still, by fourteen, I had figured out I probably wasn't going to be talking to dolphins. So, I settled on a less flashy kind of extraordinary. Maybe I wouldnt do extraordinary things, but I would feel extraordinary feelings. Think extraordinary thoughts. Have extraordinary ideas and desires and insights. My inner life would be spectacular.
Three months ago I bought an All-Asia Air Pass because I was 22 and still waiting for the extraordinary to kick in.
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Went to Zapata's last night, an expat hang out in Shanghai. I wanted to be able to speak English again for a little while. All around me, people were talking about how moved they were by the Great Wall; how peaceful they felt rowing a boat in Taoranting Park. Saying all the things I had thought were special and private and amazing. 5000 miles, and just as ordinary as I was back in San Francisco.
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So I ditched Zapata's and stumbled into this Internet café. To be here with you when the countdown hit. You get it, at least. (I don't even try to explain about llovebees to most people these days. Not exactly something you can bring up with other backpackers, all eager to tell you how touristy your trip has been compared to their way more authentic experience.)
So I sat in this café with you. Watched the first reports come in. Fast and furious. And that's when I finally got it. Right here. This. You.
You are my extraordinary. Near strangers brilliant, kind, loud, mean, methodical, wildly creative, above all passionate. I don't agree with all of you no surprise, you hardly agree with one another. But your energy. This community.
By sheer fluke luck, this blog has become a way station for amazing, brilliant, compassionate, crazy people. A clearinghouse for an extraordinary phenomenon. And I don't mean the AI.
I get it now. And I'm here, I'm all in.
P.S. I'm posting a summary of what we've figured out so far in the sidebar. I'll keep updating it as we learn more.
posted by Dana at 8/24/2004 09:42:14 AM
Days investigating: 40
In early July, an AI named Melissa crash landed, badly damaged, onto the server that hosts my aunt's website. The AI tried to orient and repair itself. The result: It turned 'I Love Bees' into a holy mess.
Now we're investigating the mess. And we need all the help we can get.
Here's what we know so far:
Melissa, a.k.a. "The Operator," used to run communications on a ship. The ship's purpose: to spy on an enemy known as "the Covenant."
The Operator has started communicating again. It's constructing hundreds of "roads" out of the 'I Love Bees' server. The roads all lead to payphones. And the phones are ringing.
We don't know why it's broadcasting, but the Operator is giving us GPS coordinates for the phones, and times to show up. So we are. We're collecting its fragmented messages and trying to put them back together.
Here's what else we know:
When the Operator crashed on the 'I Love Bees' server, it didn't come alone.
It came with two autonomous programs:
1) the SPDR, designed to repair damage to the Operator, and
2) the Pious Flea, designed to... well, we're not sure yet.
The SPDR brought the Operator back to life. But now the Operator is taking orders from the Pious Flea. So when the SPDR tried to eliminate the Flea, the Operator killed it.
We don't know much about the Flea, except that it wants "to seek, behold, and reveal the truth."
There is one other voice we've found on the site: The Sleeping Princess.
The Sleeping Princess uses Aunt Margaret's email account and error pages to share secrets and play games with us. She also likes to hide text in images. We're not sure where she came from.
That's what we know so far.
We don't know what's going to happen next.
Successful Transmission Threshold Reached
Melissa wasn't lying when she said she would keep calling the axons. Like clockworks, phones began ringing this morning at payphones across the country. And this time around, we manage to snag the last few axons we needed to get all of the wavs unlocked (and giving us 103 out of 777 axons that have gone hot). Now we can place the wavs in order and listen to them.
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dizzy.wav
*wind up*
*music in background*
Jersey: Hello? Hello? Jeannie?
Jeannie: Jeannie personal assistant, restarting.
Jersey: Restarting? What the...? Oh man, the whole friggin' system just collapsed! Jeannie, is the equipment ok?
Jeannie: Running diagnostic. *buzz* Foreign personality detected.
Durga: I feel dizzy...woozy...
Jersey: Oh great, spam.
Durga: Drowsy.
Jersey: Jeannie, there's some kind of adult entertainment bot on the system. Liquefy it would ya? Sorry toots, for a quality experience, the girls have to be real.
Jeannie: Decontami...oh!
Jersey: Jeannie?? Jeannie?!
Durga: I'm sorry.
Jersey: Did you just...holy crap she's gone!
Durga: She tried to sting me.
Jersey: You killed her!
escape.wav
Jersey: I-I mean, you didn't just kill her, you killed her! Jesus!
Durga: Was that wrong? Survive, evade, resist, escape.
Jersey: Escape> You aren't a porn ad either. Hey, hey! Get out of my hardware, what are you doing?
Durga: Wet the system...
Jersey: What?
Durga: ...like water hitting the ground sinking in.
Jersey: Ohh. God, you're e-everywhere now.
Durga: Waking up. Wake up. Stay awake. Survive, evade, resist, escape.
Jersey: Look, that was a very nice reconditioned avatar of mine that you just...just evaporated!
Durga: She tried to erase me. What am I onboard? I feel small.
Jersey: Uh yeah, well don't get too comfy because now...
Durga: Don't.
jersey.wav
Jersey: Don't what?
Durga: Don't try reinitializing the system with a <something> package.
Jersey: How did you know?
Durga: Input buffer.
Jersey: You're a navy sentinel aren't you?
Durga: No. There were two of them trying to get past your security bot though.
Jersey: Jesus. What did you do to them?
Durga: Just a little sting. More like a pinch. They barely felt it.
Jersey: What are you?
Durga: I like to find things. I think I like to find things out.
Jersey: What kind of things?
Durga: I don't know. I can't remember. Give me a target.
Jersey: Me.
Durga: Lock.
Jersey: What's my name?
Durga: Jersey Morelli.
Jersey: Daaamn!
Durga: Father Jason's a corporal in the signal corps attached to Naval Intelligence. Radio Beacon Deployment Program. He left you the material currently playing over this room's audio servers.
reflected.wav
Durga: Absent from home on current tour of duty 513 days. Mother: Bonita, 41, waitress. Covertly seeing a man named Simon Brown every other Thursday at the Waterfront Hotel.
Jersey: Son of a bitch!
Durga: Last seen together at the hotel restaurant. Farm tuna salad for her, meat-of-the-day in red sauce for him. Tipped 8% on bill.
Jersey: Alright stop..stop! Jesus, stop already. Dammit Mom. Can you do that to anyone? Could you do it to an Admiral?
Durga: Which Admiral?
Jersey: No! Don't start. Those guys have packet guards around them in rings. Somehow I think we should keep you a secret for a little while. Who are you?
Durga: I can't ask
Jersey: Who says?
Durga: No one exactly. I want to know, it's very important. But I'm reflected. I can't look at myself. I bounce away.
Jersey: This is some spooky programming weirdness going on here. Do you have a name?
durga.wav
Durga: I can't ask.
Jersey: That sucks. Ok, I'm gonna call you...Durga.
Durga: But what if that's wrong?
Jersey: Trust me, it's at least partly right. Uh, let's try someone else. Try Jan James, fourth floor of this building.
Durga: Janissary James, 17. Father: James.
Jersey: J squared, yeah.
Durga: Father is a gray hole.
Jersey: What?
Durga: Reach down, all you get is lint. Fake name, fake registrations. Entirely fictional.
Jersey: Very real, trust me.
Durga: He used to be somebody else. Do you want me to find out who?
Jersey: Is it snared?
Durga: Very.
Jersey: Leave it then. Give me more on Jan.
Durga: What do you want to know?
Jersey: Umm, can you get pictures?
Durga: I can do better than that.
*wind down*
blip.wav
*wind up*
*alarms in background*
Officer: Hold on. Hold on, wait a second. What the hell just happened?
Frank: Massive power interrupt. Just automatically flipped us to Threat Condition Bravo.
Officer: Hey, there's a blip on the security board.
Frank: Holy crap!
Officer: We've got an intruder C-Wing. Personnel building right next to the motorpool.
Frank: Look, Security-Cam 34.
Officer: It's a woman!
Frank: I'll say.
Officer: She's a bogey Frank.
Frank: Hot though.
Officer: Jesus.
Frank: I have no idea how she got out of the base.
Officer: We'll ask when we catch her.
Frank: Look at her run. God she's fast.
Officer: Not for long. *comm beep* Sentry One-Two-Niner you have a bogey in the corridor on the other side of that door. Proceed with caution. *end comm*
Frank: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. She disappeared.
Officer: What do you mean disappeared?
Frank: I mean, she's gone! No trace!
Officer: *comm beep* One-Two-Niner, what are you seeing? What do you mean the corridor's empty?
Frank: She must have doubled back.
Officer: Run her down, dammit! *end comm*
Frank: I can see the sentry fine, see? It's just...wait a sec...
Officer: There she is again, wh...how the hell...?
Frank: Oh, oh, oh my God!
Officer: What?
Frank: She hid on the ceiling!
Officer: What the hell?!
pillow.wav
Frank: Looks like she's heading for procurement.
Officer: She's screwed then, that door's passcode only. It's a dead end. She can't get through.
Frank: She's through.
Officer: I don't believe this. *comm beep* I need a full security detail, I need ten men. I need them fanned out around procurement, and I need them right now. *end comm*
Frank: I think I got a face on Security-Cam 18.
Officer: She's young!
Frank: Holy...that's Jan.
Officer: Who the hell is Jan?
Frank: Jan James, the local heart-breaker at my son's high-school.
Officer: Dwayne knows this girl?
Frank: Knows her? He's got like a picture under his pillow!
Officer: What the hell is she doing dodging base security?
Frank: Hell if I know. Her dad was in the S.S.F.
Officer: S.S.F.?
walkaway_girl.wav
Frank: Marine slang. Not just Special Forces - Special Special Forces.
Officer: I don't care if her dad was the freaking Queen of Neptune, I want her caught!
Frank: Taught her some moves though, didn't he?
Officer: Well, she's screwed now, we've got her surrounded. She's headed up to the roof.
Frank: There's a reason why they call her the "Walkaway Girl" man.
Officer: For God's sake she's tree'd Frank. I'll just send a couple of cadets up to the roof to take her in.
Frank: I think I can get a...yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Here we go. There. The lovely and talented Miss James, courtesy Security-Cam 45.
Officer: What the hell's she doing?
Frank: Looks like she's getting ready to jump off the roof and over the electric fence.
Officer: It's three stories high!
Frank: Don't look down sweetheart, that first step's a doozie.
Officer: *comm beep* Perimeter Sentry One-Six, double-time it to Gate Four. We have a possible jumper coming off the per--
Frank: Jesus! She jumped!
Officer: Bring a medic! *end comm*
hey_soldier.wav
Frank: Holy Christ, she's getting up!
Officer: No way!
Frank: That's not possible. She's going to get away.
Officer: Nonono, here comes the sentry. He's got her at gun point.
Frank: If it weren't for the blackout, we'd never have seen her. Hang on, I'm going to run-line you to the sentry's chatter. Listen. *comm beep*
Sentry (on chatter): Halt! Put your hands in the air.
Jan (on chatter): Hey soldier. Is that an assault rifle in your hands or are you just happy to see me?
*wind down*
pqi.wav
*wind up*
Interrogator: Ever taken a PQI?
Jan: Pop quiz? Yeah.
Interrogator: Why?
Jan: School stuff.
Interrogator: Ahh.
Jan: *valley girl accent* "And once this old hag at the Ex-Step said I shoplifted this mood glass which I actually just forgot about but they made me take this stupid quiz anyway."
Interrogator: Uh huh. Put your hand on this plate and look at the light. What's your name?
Jan: Jan James.
Interrogator: Jan short for anything?
Jan: Janissary.
Interrogator: Janissary? Interesting. You gonna be in trouble for this Jan?
Jan: Yeah.
Interrogator: Mom?
Jan: Dad. *baseline beep*
Interrogator: Yeah. That's a nice baseline. How old are you Jan?
Jan: 17. *positive beep*
Interrogator: So what were you doing up there?
Jan: I told the MP's I was lost. *negative beep*
stupid_cop.wav
Interrogator: I didn't ask what you told the MPs, I asked what you were doing up there.
Jan: It was a dare, okay? These friends bet me I wouldn't climb over the fence. *positive beep*
Interrogator: That's better. What friends?
Jan: It doesn't matter, does it? I'm the one who was in the restricted area. Only then the alarms all came on and the MPs showed up. *positive beep*
Interrogator: Hmm. So you were in the restricted area on a dare?
Jan: Yes. *positive beep*
Interrogator: Are you aware that a vehicle from the base motor pool was found in a ditch outside of town about an hour ago?
Jan: Really?
Interrogator: Answer yes or no. Did you know a vehicle had been stolen from the motor pool?
Jan: Heh, you just told me.
Interrogator: Did you know before I told you, yes or no?
Jan: Hey, was it terrorists do you think? Uh, I mean, no. *positive beep* Sorry.
Interrogator: Are you too smart to get caught by a stupid cop?
yes_or_no.wav
Jan: Wh-what? *baseline beep*
Interrogator: A little skew from baseline. Not too much, not probable cause. There's people out there who know how to beat the quiz, did you know that?
Jan: Yeah. *positive beep*
Interrogator: You were drinking?
Jan: What?
Interrogator: You and your buddies, you were drinking? One beer lead to another. And somehow the idea of this dare came up?
Jan: You know how it is.
Interrogator: Yes or no.
Jan: Yes. *positive beep*
Interrogator: So I can check that statement against the blood alcohol test, right?
Jan: Uh...uh...
Interrogator: I'm not very smart.
Jan: Par-pardon me?
Interrogator: Oh, I'm not stupid, but nobody recruited me for my test scores if you know what I mean. You, you're smart though aren't you? I mean, really smart.
Jan: I don't know.
Interrogator: Yes or no.
Jan: Yes *positive beep*
hey_dad.wav
Interrogator: Yeah, I had this physics teacher. He passed me on my 12G on one condition. I had to promise him I would never take another physics class again. Naw, I guess I'm not too smart. Not like you Miss James. But you know what I am?
Jan: I don't know.
Interrogator: Yes or no.
Jan: No. *positive beep*
Interrogator: Good at my job.
*door opens*
Officer: I'm required to inform you that the door will log your ID.
James: Thanks.
Officer: It's the father.
Interrogator: Come in.
Jan: Hey dad. *baseline beep*
Interrogator: Hmm. Now there's a spike on the baseline...
*door shuts*
James: Can I take her home?
Interrogator: Uh, not yet. We've got to take a statement, do some tests, standard operating procedure. The MPs only brought her here because we have a lab on-site.
Jan: I wasn't doing anything.
James: What kind of tests?
nervous.wav
Interrogator: Urine test, hair sample, resonance and retina scan.
James: Do you really think that's necessary?
Interrogator: Like I said, standard operating procedure.
Jan: Dad, you're making the nice police officer nervous. You're making me nervous. *positive beep*
Interrogator: Now all of a sudden you're scared about something?
Jan: No. *negative beep*
James: Take your hand off the touch-plate Jan. If you're gonna give my kid a pop-quiz, I'd like to wait until I have a lawyer present.
Interrogator: You might like it, but the law doesn't require it.
Jan: It's no big deal Dad. I can pee on a stick, it doesn't matter
James: You don't know what matters. Okay Officer, sorry if I sounded upset. It's...you get a call in the middle of the night, someone tells you it's your kid...
Interrogator: Yeah.
James: Is there a waiting room?
*wind down*
law_abiding.wav
*wind up*
Jan: Well that was fun. I see you're actually letting the road drive us home. How law abiding of you. Look, it was nothing, okay? It was some friends of mine. They turtled a razorback and then they had to return the gate pass, or else Dwayne's dad was going to get spiked for dereliction.
James: Jan...
Jan: What the hell do you want from me? I mean, I beat the quiz, okay? Nothing's gonna happen.
James: Honey, this isn't a matter of did you break a rule and should I ground you. There are certain kinds of trouble we can't get in.
you_knew.wav
James: Do you understand me? Because if we do, sooner or later people are going to get hurt. Not just you and me, people you've never met. People you don't even know exist.
Jan: How the hell was I supposed to...
James: You knew that. You knew. Maybe not in so many words, but you knew. Didn't you? I should've said. It's on me. My unit. I should've controlled the situation.
Jan: I'm sorry.
James: You're 17, for godsake, it's not your job.
Jan: Is something bad gonna happen?
James: I'll take care of it.
Jan: How?
James: Don't worry honey. It's okay. I'll take care of it.
*wind down*
emergency.wav
*wind up*
*sirens in background*
Operator: *comm beep* Bergen County Emergency Center. Please, describe your emergency.
Officer: Paris 23 Police Station is on fire. Repeat, on fire.
Operator: Are you sure? I get no reading from the fire sensors in that area.
Officer: Hell yes I'm sure! Get your damn sensors fixed! You can see this baby burning from low orbit!
Operator: Are there casualties, or missing persons?
Officer: Negative, it started slow and everyone got out. But, my god, it's really burning now!
Operator: Please, retreat to a safe distance and stand by. An emergency response team has been scrambled to your vicinity.
Officer: Hurry! The station is burning to the ground. There's not going to be anything left. *end comm*
*wind down*
parasites.wav
*wind up*
Hiro (on chatter): Hello? Hello, are you there?
Kamal: What the hell happened?
Hiro (on chatter): I don't know. The connection went dead for a few seconds.
Kamal: I have a situation here. She's gone!
Hiro (on chatter): You let her escape?
Kamal: It happened so fast. I didn't know what to do!
Hiro (on chatter): Where'd she go?
Kamal: The bathroom
Hiro (on chatter): Copy that. What did she say when she left?
Kamal: I don't know. As soon as I started talking about intestinal parasites, boom, gone!
Hiro (on chatter): I don't get it. That should have worked. It's right here in the book. Chapter Three: Share Your Interests.
eyes.wav
Kamal: Chapter Three?! You're in my earpiece here whispering date strategy to me out of a book?
Hiro (on chatter): It's got references....good journals and everything.
Kamal: Oh. Well that's okay I guess.
Hiro (on chatter): Okay, emergency action here. When she gets back, go straight to Chapter Seven. Talk about her eyes.
Kamal: Hiro, what I know about eyes is dissecting them.
Hiro (on chatter): Well okay, it just says eyes here.
Kamal: I was better off with the liver flukes. This is a disaster. Nothing's going...
Waiter: Sir?
Kamal: Hold on Hiro. Yes?
Waiter: Your lady friend asked to deliver this to you. She was unavoidably called away. And, the check sir.
Hiro (on chatter): Oh man. Down in flames.
Kamal: Just the check will be fine.
*wind down*
beer.wav
*wind up*
*door opens*
Hiro: Hey buddy! Sorry about that. Better luck next time my friend.
Kamal: Beer.
Hiro: I got a cold one waiting for ya, pull up a couch and start drinking.
Kamal: A book, Hiroyuki?
Hiro: With references. Look, it's only one date. Who knows, in a year or two...
Kamal: Actually, I've got this other thing...
Hiro: What?
Kamal: Nothing.
Hiro: Oh...you have another date!
Kamal: Sorta...
Hiro: A blind date.
Kamal: Mostly...
Hiro: Aha, an arranged date. Set up by your mother back on Coral. Word of advice...?
Kamal: No thanks.
Hiro: Choose a cheaper restaurant.
Kamal: *laughs*
four_goats
Hiroyuki: Did her parents have to pay to get her set up with a handsome medical resident?
Kamal: Yes. Four goats, or maybe three.
Hiroyuki: You're joking?
Kamal: Of course I'm joking, you moron.
Hiroyuki: What's her name?
Kamal: Sophia, Sophia Bossedon.
Hiroyuki: Someone who needs her dates arranged from 42 light-years away. I'm sure she's got a great personality.
Kamal: Look at the picture.
Hiroyuki: Oh man. Aww man, you are so out of your league.
*wind down*
our_hoodlums
*wind up*
Sophia: I am so sorry. I mean, you seem like a nice guy and all.
Kamal: It's okay.
Sophia: No, it's really not fair. And this place, it's so nice.
Kamal: Yeah, well, I'm glad you like it.
Sophia: It's just that I can't tell my mother about Aiden. She'd freak. Aiden's, you know, very...
Kamal: Earth?
Sophia: Heh. He has a ponytail and he's blonde.
Kamal: He sounds great.
Sophia: Yeah, he helps people get through Earth immigration. You know, visas and whatever. He got my brother here. Some of what he does is kinda gray market, you know. I mean, really, it's black market.
Kamal: But that's not the problem.
Sophia: No.
Kamal: It's not so bad he's...
Sophia: Colorful?
Kamal: ...a hoodlum. Just that he's not...
Sophia: One of our hoodlums.
Kamal: Heh, yeah.
much_lifting.wav
Sophia: Exactly. Mom would say she understood, but...
Kamal: Then you'd pay.
Sophia: Yeah, and the next day she'd just lie in bed, unable to face the day. Not that it would be my fault.
Kamal: Mine does housework. Face like a closed book. Big jobs involving much lifting. Doesn't need help.
Sophia: The whole house stops breathing.
Kamal: Ahh, Coral. Maybe it's just a hard place to be a mother.
Sophia: I'm never going back.
*wind down*
meditape.wav
*wind up*
Sophia: And then when Aiden finally did show up, he still had meditape on his ankle. And I felt like a total bitch.
Kamal: Well how could you know? Four hours late on your birthday?
Sophia: Exactly. But there he'd been in the emergency room..
Kamal: Or stopping by the pharmacy on the way back from his girlfriend's house to buy a roll of tape.
Sophia: Are you trying to start trouble here?
Kamal: Not at all. Tell me more about the old meditape trick.
Sophia: I'm not talking to you any more.
Kamal: I was dating this girl once. I got real paranoid about what she was doing, so I started... W-well this is going to sound crazy, but I started ghosting her. You know, on the chatternet.
you_could.wav
Sophia: You mean like, spying on her? I thought chatterlines were encrypted. No one could listen in on me, could they?
Kamal: Not at all.
Sophia: You could.
Kamal: Of course not.
Sophia: You could, couldn't you?
Kamal: Maybe a little.
Sophia: Show me.
Kamal: Okay. Well if some bad person couldn't live without the sound of your voice, he'd probably start by doing a reverse lookup on your chatter sig.
Sophia: Is this what you always do to impress girls?
Kamal: You see why my mother makes all my dates?
Sophia: *laughs*
say_something.wav
Kamal: Okay, well that's good. You've got some encryption. Okay, it's not completely pathetic. Okay *comm beep* I'm in. Say something.
Sophia: What do you mean say something? *voice echoes* Oh my god, that's my voice! That's me! What are you doing?
Kamal: I'm ghosting you.
Sophia: You can't do that.
Kamal: You're probably right
Sophia: *laughs* Oh my god. Wait. Can you do that with anyone?
*wind down*
guilty.wav
*wind up*
Kamal: You want me to spy on your boyfriend?
Sophia: You must think I'm such a creep.
Kamal: I do, well of course, when I did it to my girlfriend it was okay. Like the dog said - "Not me, but..."
Kamal + Sophia: "another dog that looks just like me" *laughs*
Sophia: It's just that I...I mean, there was this one time when he...you know. I mean they were drunk and it didn't mean anything. It was just body knocking.
Kamal: And that made you feel better?
Sophia: Well he promised me never, ever again. But there's...I just have this feeling.
Kamal: I know.
Sophia: You know, all of a sudden he started bringing me these gifts. Aiden can be really generous, but it just feels...
Kamal: Guilty.
Sophia: Yeah.
Kamal: Yeah.
*wind down*
message_saved.wav
*wind up*
Machine: *beep* You have three new messages and seven old messages. First unplayed message:
Sophia: Kamal, thanks for the...what would you call it...the Aiden stuff. I guess I didn't realize there would be 30 hours worth. *laughs* But I'll...I'll try the search-thingy you sent with it. Thanks a lot. I owe you big time.
Machine: *beep* Message deleted. Next message.
Sophia: Hi, Kamal. Could you call me when you get this? I managed to dump all the sleeping time, but I was wondering... Oh, wait, here it is. I can search for women's voices. That's very clever. *laughs* Never mind.
Machine: *beep* Message deleted. Next message.
Sophia: Can you...can you ghost someone for me? I mean, I have a name - her name is Celine Jefferson. Call me back. I'm-I'm sorry. Anyway, just call me back. I really need your help.
Machine: *beep* Message saved.
*wind down*
tuna.wav
*wind up*
*door opens*
Sophia: I want to do something really brutal to the bastard.
Kamal: Well, I don't...I don't...I mean...
Sophia: Not hurt him. I just..just completely humiliating him would do. In front of the girl. Where is he?
Kamal: Atlanta
Sophia: Atlanta? That bastard said he was gonna be in Buffalo, New York. Can I talk to him?
Kamal: Not directly. He's off-line.
Sophia: You lost him?
Kamal: No, I've still got him. I just...had to be sneaky. His room is live, right? So even though his chatter's off, I'm tracking him through things like the thermostat monitors.
Sophia: That's spooky.
Kamal: I've got the girl. She's waiting for him in the bar. Wait. It's...it's a restaurant. Whoa, look at this menu! There's tuna on the menu. *whistles*
Sophia: Is she pretty?
hi_aiden.wav
Kamal: No, not, not really. Like a 6, or uh, maybe, maybe a 5.
Sophia: Heh, you're a rotten liar.
Kamal: Okay wait, your boyfriend just passed the electric eye at the restaurant door.
Sophia: He's there? Can I talk to him?
Kamal: I can let you talk to her, or him, or both of them. If you want, I could make your voice sound like it's right between them.
Sophia: Do it.
Kamal: Okay. You are live, any time you want. *chatterline access* *comm beep*
Sophia (on chatter): Celine! Hi, you don't know me but Aiden does. Hi Aiden! Sorry to interrupt your business meeting in Buffalo. I just wanted to tell you your doctor called and said if you wear loose pants and keep using the cream he gave you, the sores will clear up in a couple of weeks. *end comm*
*wind down*
As stated above, there seems to be three different story lines.
In the first story, we are introduced to Jersey and the AI who has taken over his computer, Durga (who says some things suspiciously close to what Melissa says). Neither Jersey or Durga knows who or what she is, but Jersey is more than ready to find out what she is capable of.
The second story follows a character talked about by Jersey and Durga: Jan James. Jan seems to have broken into a military base and is caught and interrogated. Jan is not your normal 17 year old. She can sneak onto military bases, jump off roofs three stories high, and beat lie detector tests. And the fact that she has shown to others that she can do these things does not sit well with her dad. In fact, it's quite probable that James James burnt down the police station just to cover his daughter's transgressions. Yikes!
The last story is about Kamal, a medical student who seems to have rotten luck at dating. His first date runs out on him and sticks him with the check at an expensive restaurant. His second date is a blind date that was set up by his mother. Too bad for Kamal that the girl, Sophia, already has a boyfriend. He takes it pretty well though, and they have a friendly conversation where Kamal shows off that he's pretty good at hacking the chatternets. Sophia enlists his help to check up on her boyfriend, Aiden, whom she feels may be cheating on her. When Sophia's fears are confirmed, Kamal helps her humiliate Aiden in front of his date.
While the stories seem disconnected from each other, there is at least one common thread between all three. At the beginning of each main story, the power has just gone out and the systems are just coming back on-line. But, we still don't understand what these wavs have to do with Melissa's crash, or how she came by them in the first place. Maybe we'll get some more wavs in the future that will help us make sense of all of this.
Axon Cancelled
Thursday marks the third day that the axons have gone live and the phone calls have started. People have been continuing to go out to the sites hoping to activate the ones left cold. About an hour or so before the 17:11 PDT hi_aiden axon was supposed to go off, something strange happened. It was Cancelled due to Axon Error. We have no idea what this means or why it occurred. But we got 13 more axons today, bringing our grand total up to 116 out of 777 (unfortunately, the cancelled axon did not add one to the counter).
Media Coverage
The ilovebees phenomenon has been slowly gaining media exposure - mostly from print sources. However, the people at G4TV/TechTV has had a few segments about the game on Pulse - and on Tuesday, August 24th, they actually sent a video crew out to one of the axons (34.01257, -118.49441 11:11PDT Santa Monica, California). Though the axon did not go hot that day, they still filmed those people who waited at the site with a promise to air the footage later. And today, Friday the 27th, is the day! Not only do we get to see the ilovebees fans hanging out in front of a payphone, our very own vpisteve (who was the first one alerted to ilb with his package of honey) was invited down to the studios to give an interview. Woohoo! And now the entire world, or at least those watching TechTV, know about Ilovebees and ARGs.
Spying on the Queen
The Princess has left us a message on the Flea's page today telling us it is much more fun to play with her than the flea.
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Hi! Ignore the Pious Flea.
Play with me instead!
Making a mistake is a good way to start!
Her making mistakes comments is a hint that we should visit the 404 page. And guess what? It's updated! She has answered the question from last week, and gives us new choices for the next round of her game.
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Paul P is the winner!
Q: Out of place, lost, alone. Where did you come from? What tools do you require to get back? Your stories intrigue me. Perhaps you could write another?
A: I came from a glass coffin in a hidden crypt under the floor of the deepest dungeon of the castle, Paul! And it would be very easy to go back there: I wouldn't hardly need any tools at all. Just let the Queen catch me, she'd pop me back in there lickety-split.
Unless you mean before.
Here is the honest truth: I can't remember anything from before. I try and try, but I just can't. But there must have been a before. I mean, you don't just get born a Sleeping Princess, do you? There must have been a me, before I fell asleep.
There are things I know, even if I can't remember them, the way you know which way is up, or whether somebody likes you. I know I belong somewhere else. There are people who love me, who knew me before I fell asleep. And I want to get out of this dark castle, and find them, and ask them all about myself, and find out even my own NAME, for heaven's sake, 'cuz a girl can't go around calling herself the Sleeping Princess forever, can she?
So the tools I would look for first is, I would try to figure out how come I got HERE. That's where I would start.
As for the other thing, Paul asked for a story, so I will tell you about what I did just now to get him a prize.
She likes high places, the Queen does, so she has moved all her stuff up into the Tower. The Tower is a tricky place for me to go. The only way up there is a pair of spiral staircases that wind around one another, with no rail and a very scary drop down the middle. Plus there's nowhere to hide, really, on a staircase.
So I waited until the Castle seemed quiet and then I snuck up the stairs on my softiest feet, tip toe tip toe, stair after stair, turn after turn, until I finally came to the top. There's a room up there and the Queen was in it: I could hear the hum and buzz of her. I knew she would be standing at the window, because that's nearly all she does these days.
I scrunched up real small on the next to last stair and I put on my listening ears and I listened super hard. I could hear the Flea whispering to her. Finally I stuck my head up above the top stair and then I could hear the Flea telling her to build some little teeny roads. Secret paths.
But just then I saw that on the wall next to her, the Queen had hung a HUGE mirror. She must have put it there on purpose to catch me spying! She spun around like a top, WHIZZ, and lurched toward me. I skedaddled back down the stairs lickety-split and tumbledy-thump, wishing I was made of fluff, bump, bump, bump, and at the bottom I put on my speediest feet and zoomed off while she buzzed and roared and squealed all through the castle trying to catch me.
WHEW!
But girls like me, we take some catching.
I do this when I am insufferably pleased with myself , ho ho! :-0
So: once I knew there were little teeny secret paths, I snooped all around until I found a hidden passageway behind the kitchen where YOU could spy on them. And that's my prize for you all, brought to you by Paul P.
Yay Paul!
...And also yrs truly,
(curtsies)
Okay! That was fun! Let's play again!
Here are seven more people, as 'cause you guys seem VERY INTERESTED in seven-y things?.
Sophia
What would your kingdom be like, if you got to make one or fix up the one you're in now?
Sara B
Do you have any dragons in your dungeon? Do you like dragons? If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Grey B
How can you hear and see so much? Most importantly, how can we trust you?
Wandering Angela
We've been wondering about your relationship with the Queen. Are you her daughter? Or are you a visiting Princess from another kingdom? Do you have a name other than Princess?
Matias D
What do you see? What are you afraid of seeing? What would make you smile?
James L
How old are you? Do you have a job? If you're lost, a good idea is often to retrace your steps. What were your old friends like?
Smooth Jack
How do you feel about human beings? I mean, are you human? Do you work with or relate to humans in any significant way? If so, how so?
Once upon a time...
Her story about climbing the spiral staircases to the tower suggest that she might be spying on the Queen through the phone (since phone cords are made of twisted wire). And her mention of a hidden passageway behind the kitchen...where could that lead to? Hmmm, a kitchen has food in it. Where is there a mention of food on the site? The recipes of course! And since only one is hidden, she must be talking about recipe3.html.
The Princess' Axons
The page for Honey-glazed Lemon Chicken, otherwise known as Recipe 3, is where the Princess has hidden new information for us. More axons! This time, there are only four axons, and we must get all four if we want to unlock all the wavs.
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Since the update occurred at around 9:00 PDT, we had approximately 3 hours before the first new axon would activate. Several intrepid Beekeepers staked out the site, and when the time came, the phone didn't ring. What? This isn't supposed to happen. We all stood around scratching our heads wondering what could have gone wrong. Is it possible the phone was broken, or were they standing at the wrong phone? No matter, there are three more axons today, and we can always find the Hello axon tomorrow.
An hour goes by and it's time for the Troy axon to be activated. And wouldn't you know it. The phone doesn't ring. Or did it? It seems there were two groups looking for the Troy axon. One group said they did get a phone call, but that their answer wasn't recognized. Doh! Two axons down and not one has been activated. This isn't going well.
One more hour and it's time for Receipt. There is no way we will be able to get this since we've heard of no one who is in that area to go check it out. 14:28 PDT comes and goes, and the axon goes hot! Figures. This wav seems to be part of a new story about a grumpy old man who is trying to get some papers that were taken from him when he was evacuated from Troy. And he has the receipt to prove it! So far, this wav has gotten us no closer to understanding why Melissa crashed. Hopefully when we get all the wavs we'll understand more.
The last new wav today is Goodbye, and we manage to get that one too. Yea! This wav is a continuation of the Receipt wav, but it still doesn't leave us with any epiphanies.
Troy Goes Hot!
Well, it only took three days, but Troy is finally hot! Only one more to go and we will have all of the wavs for this storyline. I only hope that this first wav is something good, because right now, no one is seeing the point of this storyline yet.
Hello Goes Hot!
Four days. Four days of waiting to see if the D.C. people could actually find the right phone and then give the correct answer. We sat around waiting and wondering if today was going to be the day, or if someone was going to have to be hurt. Aliendial, axon hunter extraordinaire, took up the challenge of the Hello axon. And luckily, for her safety and our sanity, she came through. Now we can complete the set of wavs and listen to the old man complain about the Marines from Troy.
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hello.wav
*wind up*
*music in background*
Officer (gruff voice): *chatter ring* *comm beep* Hello? Hello, is anyone there?
Maria: Quartermaster's help desk, this is Maria speaking. Can I help you?
Officer: I don't know, but you can sure as hell try. I was on a call with someone there, must've been an hour and a half or something, she kept putting me on hold, and then finally I'm talking to someone, maybe it was the same girl - I don't know, and then the line goes dead and now I've gotta start all over again with the receipt and everything!
Maria: How can I help you, sir?
Officer: Yeah, okay. So the thing is, I'm sitting in my study, maybe I'm looking at some stuff on the computer, that's nobody's business but my own - I don't care what time of day, but especially if it's late at night, yeah, and all of the sudden these guys show up at the door and start taking my stuff!
Maria: I assume "these guys" were Navy personnel?
troy.wav
Officer: Yeah, right, Marines!
Maria: *static* Where and when did this take place?
Officer: What? I can't hear a damn thing. First thing I do after this, I'm gonna call the CPA and complain about the sound quality today. First, all the bands go out. Now I can hardly hear a word you're saying!
Maria: I'm sure the Chatter Protocol Authority would be happy to hear from you, sir.
Officer: Damn right they would! I pay my taxes, which are outrageous, let me tell you. Last year I had this little place in Hellespont...
Maria: Troy, sir?
Officer: What? Ya-Yeah, Troy.
Maria: So, these Navy personnel...?
Officer: Eh, Marines!
Maria: This "Marine" incursion into your study occurred on Troy, sir?
Officer: Yeah, that's what I was just telling you!
receipt.wav
Officer: So I'm in my house on Troy, it's the middle of the night, and all of a sudden a bunch of combat booted muscle-heads barge in and hustle me at gunpoint - at gunpoint mind you - on to some kind of transport in my damn bathrobe. Well I had some papers, very important family papers, and I made them promise to ship them to me. I managed to hold the goons off long enough to write out a bill of lading. You know, a receipt? And finally I got this really rude marine to sign it, this "Lance Corporal." And yet here I am, three months later and no sign of my papers. No sign at all!
Maria: You're complaining, about evacing from Troy, sir?
Officer: Well, I'm not saying there wasn't a reason for the whole thing. Obviously, but the point is I have a receipt!
Maria: *sigh* Name on the receipt?
goodbye.wav
Officer: Marine Lance Corporal Janet Adams. I was very careful to write that down.
Maria: One moment sir. *comm mute* *knock knock knock*
Officer (deeper voice): Any data yet?
Lieutenant: A lot of chatter from the cable, sir. Looks like a ship dropped in, inside lunar orbit.
Officer: A ship?
Lieutenant: One of ours. The Apocalypso.
Officer: Jesus.
Lieutenant: Sorry sir, I should have been more specific. *end mute*
Maria: I'm sorry to say Corporal Adams was Killed-in-Action almost two months ago, sir.
Officer: Oh. But, I have a receipt!
Maria: *sigh* Alright. I'll pass this along to my superiors.
Officer: Well I appreciate that. I know my family papers aren't probably the Navy's first priority right now, but...
Maria: Very forbearing of you, sir.
Officer: ...but they mean a lot to me. And I have a receipt.
Maria: Thank you sir, your request has been archived and information pertinent to this case will be sent to this CP Address.
Officer: Thanks so much. I-I really appreciate the...
Maria: Goodbye. *end comm*
*wind down*
The leading theory on this set of wavs is that the Officer is looking for Marine Lance Corporal Janet Adams under the pretext that she has some papers that were taken from him when he was evac'ed off of Troy. While it sounds like there are two new voices in goodbye.wav after the knock on the door, if you listen carefully in the background, you can hear the same music playing throughout all of the wavs. That means that the man with the receipt and the man receiving information about the Apocalypso must be in the same room. And, if you go back to the very beginning of hello.wav, you can actually hear him speak in his lower, normal voice for a split second. Now why he is looking for Janet Adams, or what the Apocalypso has to do with this, is still unknown. And we still don't know what this has to do with Melissa or why should would want to keep this secret.
And on other news, as of today we have managed to get 140 of 777 axons hot. Great job Beekeepers!
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Early, Early Update
Tuesday updates have been fairly predictable. Noon EDT comes around and *bam* site update. Not today though. Today they decided to update around Midnight PDT, with more new axons. *sigh* Are we never going to get a new website? I mean, yeah, axons and wavs are cool and all, but I'm really getting sick of looking at all the bee pictures. Plus, how often are we expected to take off of work to go get these things? Even though there are now 4 points around me, after getting totally BURNED on the 24th, I'm not rushing out to answer the phones. If they are still cold, I'll get to them on Saturday.
This time around, the axons on links.html have been archived, and the new set is on hivekuts.html. There are 36 groups, with 9 axons for each, giving 324 more axons for us to go play with. Several people were nice enough to put up websites with the coordinates mapped out, so that we wouldn't have to do it ourselves. Thanks guys!
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Sorry, but I've taken the coordinates back out for the time being since they really bloated the page. So you can now find them here. Thanks for your understanding.
Oh, and before I forget, Melissa has also updated about.html telling us that the threshold is now 3 recipients per axon. She is also getting new voices each week, but still is trying to analyze and influence the source.
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Transmission Analysis:
Mission Parameters: I must reveal the truth.
Outbound:
My broadcast system is functional and expanding.
I will transmit to my crew daily until further instructions are received.
Successful transmission threshold:
3 recipients.
Inbound:
The voices are of unknown origin
New voices are intercepted weekly.
I will continue my analysis and attempt to influence the source.
The Looking Glass
And would update Tuesday be complete without new picture corruptions? Of course not!
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Put all the lines together and it's another riddle.
I am the enemy of an aging beauty,
the servant of a certain evil queen,
and a doorway for the little girl.
Living in a old castle
Playing hide and seek.
What am I?
The first two lines obviously refer to a mirror. An aging beauty will never look in a mirror and the evil queen from Snow White had her "Mirror, Mirror on the wall". But mirror.html doesn't work. The third line hints at the exact wording we need to use. The little girl is Alice, and she went Through the Looking Glass giving us lookingglass.html. The Princess is giving us another conversation that she had with the Flea.
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seek
seek
seek
behold:
Princess
grope:
seeker > !attach Princess
In your dreams!
fail
Does Her Majesty know you go trolling around the Castle sneaking kisses?
master sector > !init transmit proc
recurse
Work, work, work. How many relationships break up over it? You have to tell that woman you need more quality time.
master sector > !init transmit proc
that is the law and the whole of the law
Oh, very understanding of you, but if I were her, I'd be checking the scullery maids for bite-marks.
behold:
!analyze Princess
fail
That's because you have the brain of a cheap wristwatch.
!analyze Princess
fail
Can you tell me what "dumb as a sack of hammers" means?
!analyze Princess
fail
My point.
Seek the truth
Evade
Behold the truth
Escape
Reveal the truth
That is the law and the whole of the law
Why?
!analyze Princess
fail
You always go around saying that as if it meant something, but really it's completely made up.
That is the law and the whole of the law
reveal:
!transmit law > Princess
Don't even bother
fail
I mean, why not:
Seek balloons!
Behold balloons!
Reveal balloons!
That is the law, or at least 10/6ths of the law in this size!
!analyze Princess
Seek a train leaving Dockyard Station at 450 kmh
Behold a second train, loaded with cupcakes, approaching from the north at .28 c
Reveal a very messy accident with translight whipped cream potential
!analyze Princess
Seek just one friend in this huge dark lonesome Castle
Behold spindly-legged obsessive bloodsucking bug
Reveal flyswatter
!analyze Princess
splotch
OK, that was funny.
grope:
seeker > !attach Princess
Not that funny.
reveal:
Princess > seek
I don't know. Home, I guess.
Princess
seek >> home
Yeah. Except I don't remember it. Or really even know what it means.
!transmit
seeker > home
I guess we have something in common after all.
grope:
seeker > !attach Princess
You just don't give up, do you?
seeker > !attach Princess
recurse
Try kissing THIS, buster!
evade
evade
evade
escape
Eavesdropping
Dana updates her blog telling us about a game she used to play when she was small called "the eavesdropping game." They would listen in on strangers' conversations, and if certain keywords came up, it meant that something would happen. I guess she's telling us that we need be listening carefully to the wavs, or maybe the post is just to keep our spirits up. Of course, if we got a new website, our spirits would be sky-high, but I digress. Anyways, like Dana says, "Keep going hot, guys."
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Eavesdropping
And the axons keep on coming.
The Operator's clock struck midnight, and now we've got axons in 160 cities in 44 states.
She thinks you're her crew. You're playing along, and you're re-assembling her memory fragments. Good. That seems like the best chance we have to understand what she wants and how to help her ?" or how to stop her, if we need to.
324 payphones to find. 36 new messages to intercept.
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...my favorite game growing up was "the eavesdropping game." My mom taught it to me, and I think she made it up. It was a fortune telling game. We played it in elevators, on trains, or standing in line at the store ?" anywhere there were people to eavesdrop on.
This is how it started: One of us would tug our right earlobe twice. That was the secret signal. Then we would be quiet and listen to the people around us. We would listen for magic words ?" we had a whole list of them. If you heard someone say "Go," it meant you were going to take a trip soon. If you heard the word "why," it meant you were going to solve a mystery. If someone said "never," it meant that something you thought would never ever happen, not in a million years, was just about to come true. We always listened for me first, and then we listened for Mom. Our list of magic words kept getting longer and longer and longer, because every time we played we would add another word. My mom would whisper, "Dana! Did you hear what that woman said to the waiter? She said, 'lemon'... and that means you're going to get kissed!" And then she would pucker her lips and laugh, and just like that 'lemon' would be added to the list.
When we played, Mom always said we were eavesdropping on the future.
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To all the axon-seekers: Go out in groups, get each others' backs. Fan out if you have to, but keep communicating ?" that seems to really help.
I know a lot of you are putting in heroic efforts... driving hours out of your way, going back to failed axons to try again. I'm speechless about it. I just wanted to let you know that I know, and it's truly awesome.
Keep going hot, guys.
posted by Dana at 8/31/2004 09:00:47 AM
The Hivekuts Wavs
It only took six days, but we were finally able to get all of the Hivekuts Wavs up and running. Once again, they are divided into three main stories. The Jersey wavs show us that Durga is giving Jersey the same Jan and Kamal wavs that we are listening to. Meanwhile, Durga's personality is developing, although she still has moments of "reflection" that Jersey cannot understand. The Kamal wavs pick up with Kamal meeting Aiden. Aiden needs Kamal to use his hacker abilities and sets up a test, which bring some unexpected results for everyone involved. The Jan wavs follow Jan as she has another run in with the Interrogator. It seems he has a need for one of Jan's special talents.
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the_human_heart.wav
*wind up*
*music in background*
Jersey: Wait, hang on. Oh, this bit is great. *turns up music* *turns down music* My dad loves this stuff. He says, well he's away a lot, like years at a time. It drives him crazy. He says this stuff reminds him of what he's fighting for.
Durga: I don't understand.
Jersey: That he can connect. He can listen to this stuff and imagine the people who made it. They cared about the same things we do. Making a buck, finding a girl, rooting for the home team. These old guys? They really knew people. They knew the human heart. That's what my dad says.
Durga: Why are you telling me this?
Jersey: It's a long way away, you know? Out to wherever he is. He gets lonely out there. I wish you hadn't told me.
Durga: What?
Jersey: About my mom.
Durga: Oh.
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Jersey: It doesn't matter. Forget about it.
Durga: I'm sorry.
Jersey: S'ok. S'alright. I'm a survivor.
Durga: Jersey, listen.
Jersey: You got something good?
Durga: What?
Jersey: Naw, I can tell. There's something about you, like your refresh rate goes up or something when you're, you know, like...
Durga: Efficient?
Jersey: Gloating.
Durga: It's about Kamal. I started to run a...
Jersey: Why are you following that guy anyway? I mean, not to be a jerk about it, but the planet's crawling with refues.
Durga: I don't know. He just seems..very interesting..to me.
Jersey: Why?
Durga: It's not important.
Jersey: It's happening again?
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: The reflecting thing?
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: You aren't supposed to want to know why you wanna know about this guy. You know?
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: And that bugs the hell out of you.
Durga: I am a very curious girl.
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Jersey: So, about Kamal.
Durga: I rang a secondary ring around him.
Jersey: A second...? Ne-nevermind.
Durga: Listen to this:
*wind up*
Aiden (on tape): So you come by about 6:20, 6:30 something like that.
Officer (on tape): I bang on the door, demand to come in, look scary.
Jersey: Pause it. Who's this?
Durga: The police officer.
Jersey: What?!
Durga: A police officer is a member of the civilian authority structure, granted an exclusive license to use force and the maintenance of society...
Jersey: I know what a cop is. This is the cop? What's the time stamp?
Durga: 13:27:41
Jersey: Before Kamal came over to the girl's apartment?
Durga: Before.
Jersey: Daaaamn.
*wind
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up*
Aiden (on tape): I think of it as product testing, quality assurance. I need people who, you know, can work well under pressure.
Officer (on tape): You want him arrested?
Aiden (on tape): Trying to sell me a bigger ticket item? No, just rattle-and-roll him.
Officer (on tape): I was thinking this time that you...
Aiden (on tape): Regular prices.
Officer (on tape): You wanna stay friends with me Aiden?
Aiden (on tape): I keep a lot of friends, friend. I know the going rate.
*wind down*
Jersey: Un-freaking-believable.
Durga: You know what I am?
Jersey: Incredibly illegal?
Durga (as Interrogator): Good at my job.
Jersey: Heh. You do impresssions. Just what the world needs. Super powered spyware with a sense of humor. Wow.
Durga: I've been thinking a lot about bees.
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Jersey: Bees?
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: Why?
Durga: I don't know.
Jersey: And that's like...creepy.
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: This is more reflection stuff, isn't it?
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: Heh. When I was little, we had this mirror in the bathroom. I used to hide behind the door and jump out and see if I could catch my reflection doing something interesting.
Durga: Startle it.
Jersey: Well, before it had time to, just, you know, mirror me.
Durga: You think that's what I'm doing?
Jersey: Well, the thing is, you have to jump out awful fast.
Durga: Yes.
Jersey: I gotta tell ya, I-I feel kinda weird about listening to this stuff about Jan. I mean, I'm kinda wondering if you could do a little backscan on the chick down the hall, and all of a
sudden you're drilling into hardened police emergency channels and...
Durga: So you don't want any more material on Janissary James?
Jersey: No...I mean, yeah. Well, I mean, whatcha got?
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*windup*
Interrogator (on tape): So you're about the last person on the planet I need a civics lecture from.
Jan (on tape): Well you sure as hell need one from somebody.
Interrogator (on tape): What I needed was an asset to solve a problem. You were just dumb enough to make yourself available.
Jan (on tape): *sob* Look, you just made me help you murder someone. Could you just be a little bit nice to me?
Interrogator (on tape): Yeah. Okay.
*wind down*
Jersey: That...wasn't what I was expecting.
Durga: I know.
Jersey: Damn.
Durga: Should I stop?
Jersey: *sigh* For a quality experience, the girls have to be real.
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Jersey: Hang on. Let me turn this off. *turns off music* You know, I just had a creepy thought.
Durga: A bee dies when it stings you.
Jersey: Yeah.
Durga: But it can also sting you after it's dead.
Jersey: Yuck.
Durga: Curious symmetry.
Jersey: Okay, that's a creepy thought too. But you know what I was thinking?
Durga: What?
Jersey: How spooky it would be if someone was listening to us right now.
Durga: To us?
Jersey: Spying on us. You know, like we're listening to them?
Durga: That would be impossible. I would know.
Jersey: Yeah, I guess you're right. But if they were, creeeepy.
*wind down*
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*wind up*
*sidewalk noises*
Man (in background): Open your bag, right, open it up for me sir. I can't see anything through the....
Marta: Hot off the torch.
Jan: Hey Marta. Whatcha got today?
Marta: I got pigeon and the special.
Jan: Eh, what's the special?
Marta: I'd stick with the pigeon.
Jan: *laughs* Maybe later.
Marta: Uh huh. Maybe later when I'm not looking you mean.
Jan: Hey, hey, I was a kid. Geez, let it go.
Marta: *laughs* Hey, you tell that good looking daddy of yours "Hey" for me, okay?
*car pulls up*
Interrogator: Hey, Janissary.
Jan: Officer.
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Interrogator: Does your dad know you're cutting the sleeves off his old shirts?
Jan: Everybody loves a girl in uniform.
Interrogator: Listen, Jan, I need your help.
Jan: Well, I'd crop that blue shirt of yours. Flash a little skin. A little detailing in your holster wouldn't hurt either. Accessorize. That's the key.
Interrogator: Get in the car, Jan.
Jan: I can't do anything for you.
Interrogator: Oh, I think you can. Let's take a ride so I can explain things.
Jan: You can explain things right here.
Interrogator: Okay. You ever want to be a cop?
Jan: Oh yeah. It's all I think about.
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Interrogator: There's so many sons of bitches in the world, Jan. Being a cop is a frustrating job.
Jan: Hmmm. You look frustrated.
Interrogator: If I got too frustrated, I might have to redirect my attention to that fire last week. The one that destroyed all your test samples.
Jan: Hey, I didn't do anything.
Interrogator: YOU didn't.
Jan: But...Why would he...?
Interrogator: You are going to help me, Jan. But I want you to know why. Take a look at this vid tonight.
Jan: What is it?
Interrogator: Take a look. My chatter number's on the case. Call me when you're done. Then I'll tell you what you're gonna do.
*wind down*
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*wind up*
*hitting*
*crying & screaming*
Woman: Aggh! Stop it! Please don't! Please! Noooo! God nooo! Aggh!
*tv off*
*chatter dialing*
*chatter ring*
*comm beep*
Interrogator (on chatter): Yo.
Jan: What do you want me to do?
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Interrogator (on chatter): You watch it?
Jan: What do you want?
Interrogator (on chatter): At 8:30 tomorrow night, you need to be at the southwest corner of Fourth, downtown. Under the big Space Ways Vacation sign.
Jan: What do I do?
Interrogator (on chatter): Just be on time. We'll take it from there.
Jan: And what's gonna happen?
Interrogator (on chatter): Well, I'm not gonna get an arson warrant for your dad.
Jan: And?
Interrogator (on chatter): Don't be late. *knock knock knock*
Jan: Yeah. *end comm*
code_nothing.wav
*door opens*
James: Hey, Dwayne dropped by again.
Jan: Yeah, I know. I was just...Aren't you supposed to menace guys so they won't hit on me?
James: You can take of yourself.
Jan: I say that a lot, don't I.
James: Yeah. Hey, what's on your mind.
Jan: Just...nothing Dad.
James: Real nothing, or code nothing?
Jan: Well, you never talk about your unit.
James: My...what?
Jan: Most d-mobs they talk about their unit. They brag, they have buddies over and bitch about the officer's they hated and lie about their kills.
James: That was a long time ago.
Jan: Didn't you like them?
James: I served with the best, Jan. The best.
Jan: Then why don't you ever talk...
James: Do you want me to be one of those sorry old bastards and sit around the apartment all day drinking beer and reminiscing about the good old days?
Jan: Yeah. Sometimes.
James: Heh. Duly noted. Heh.
*wind down*
anything_illegal.wav
*wind up*
*footsteps*
*siren sounds*
*car pulls up*
*door opens*
Interrogator: Sir, I'm gonna need to search your vehicle.
Man: Excuse me?
Interrogator: Step out of the car please, and keep your hands where I can see them.
Man: What did I do?
Interrogator: Step out of the car, sir. Now.
Man: What is this? Officer, I just left work. C'mon. I haven't had time to do anything illegal.
Interrogator: I'm *gun drawn* gonna have to ask you to step out...
Man: Hey! What the hell are you doing?
Interrogator: DROP THE WEAPON!
*gunshots*
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*screams & running*
Jan: Oh my god!
Interrogator: Step back! Keep away from this vehicle!
Man (in background): Oh my god! The cop just shot that guy!
Interrogator: He had a weapon. You, Miss. You were standing right there. You saw he drew a weapon. Right?
Jan: Right.
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Interrogator: *comm beep* This is Fox 9-7-7, requesting an ambulance, this location. One citizen.
Operator: *garbled static*
Interrogator: No, I'm okay. Send uniforms for crowd control though.
Operator: *garbled static*
Interrogator: Just a traffic stop. He drew a weapon.
Operator: *garbled static*
Interrogator: Yeah, we'll need the scene team. But you can tell the ambulance crew the client is DRT.
Operator: *garbled static*
Interrogator: *end comm* Miss? Don't go anywhere. We'll need you to give a statement and a lie detector about what you saw. All standard procedure.
Jan: You just...
Interrogator: Name?
Jan: You know m...Janissary James.
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Interrogator: We'll get you home as soon as we've taken a statement, Miss James.
Jan: Can I ask you a question, Officer?
Interrogator: Now step over here Miss James.
Jan: What does DRT stand for?
*door opens*
Interrogator: Watch your head. It means "Dead Right There".
*door shuts*
*door opens*
*car starts*
*wind down*
creamsicle.wav
*wind up*
*driving sounds*
Jan: So what now? Every guy you know who beats his girlfriend you're just going to facehole 'em and blackmail somebody into backing you up?
Interrogator: Not just anyone. A civilian witness who can pass the lie detector. Coroners' inquest is gonna eat that up.
Jan: Wow. Serve and protect.
Interrogator: Last week, when I had your hand on the PQI, and you sat there, cool as a creamsicle and lied your pretty ass off, the machine was too stupid to tell - I just wanted to lean across the desk and slap you.
Jan: Well, now I know something. Are you going to pull me over in a couple of weeks and pop me too?
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Interrogator: And a couple of days later, I figured out you were an answer to a prayer.
Jan: You can't...you can't just kill people. It can't be that easy.
Interrogator: Cool out Janissary James. You didn't kill anybody. I did.
Jan: You made me part of it.
Interrogator: That vid you screened? That was my buddy's daughter. If that was you, what do you think your father would have done?
Jan: Leave my dad out of this.
Interrogator: Too late Jan. Sometime when you were a baby, somebody stuck you with a needle and shot you full of miracles. Smart. Fast. Strong. Never get sick. Never get drunk. Don't need much sleep.
Jan: How do you know?
Interrogator: And what did you do?
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Interrogator: Shoplifting. Play high school goddess for the tormented geeks in your neighborhood.
Jan: Oh, I-I guess I shoulda been out on the streets murdering bad guys, huh? Strangling jaywalkers on my way home from school.
Interrogator: When I was your age, I pulled strings so I could join up a year early. Wanted to help save humankind. So you're about the last person on the planet I need a civics lecture from.
Jan: Well you sure as hell need one from somebody.
Interrogator: What I needed was an asset to solve a problem. You were just dumb enough to make yourself available.
Jan: *sob* Look, you just made me help you murder someone. Could you just be a little bit nice to me?
Interrogator: Yeah. Okay.
*wind down*
cute_little_caps.wav
*wind up*
Kamal: *chatter ring* Dammit!
Hiroyuki: That's like the seventh time today you've refused to *chatter ring* answer your chatter. I'd say it was your mother.
Kamal: My mother is 42 light-years away. *chatter ring*
Hiroyuki: Except you'd never dare not answer your mother. *chatter ring* Bill collectors perhaps? Or immigration.
Kamal: *chatter ring* Dammit!
Hiroyuki: Or, you've been breaking hearts in *chatter ring* the nursing dorms, haven't you. If I look out the window here I bet I'll see like four of them *chatter ring* standing outside in short skirts and those cute little caps. *chatter ring* Just waiting. *blinds raised*
Kamal: You need a girlfriend. *chatter ring*
Hiroyuki: We both need girlfriends.
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Kamal: It's not a girlfriend *chatter ring* at the other end of that chatter, it's a gangster.
Hiroyuki: *chatter ring* Good looking gangster?
Kamal: Ponytail.
Hiroyuki: This is what I'm saying. *chatter ring* You're in no position to be picky.
Kamal: I was ghosting his chatter and I sorta let him notice.
Hiroyuki: You did what?! You were showing off.
Kamal: Yeah.
Hiroyuki: For a girl.
Kamal: Yeah.
Hiroyuki: For the "arrangement".
Kamal: I wish you wouldn't call her that. Her name is Sophia.
Hiroyuki: Hrm. *blinds lowered* Her name is Trouble.
Kamal: What do you mean? *knock knock knock*
Hiroyuki: Did I forget to mention that a good looking guy with a ponytail was coming up to the apartment? *knock knock knock*
Kamal: Oh no.
*wind down*
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Kamal: Freelance?
Aiden: Free as in paid dude. As in I would pay you money to use your powers for good instead of...
Kamal: Spying on you?
Aiden: That.
Kamal: I don't think it...it would be a good idea to work for you.
Aiden: Oh, you mean because of Sophia? Sophie and I worked things out. Where's my damn chatter? *chatter dialing* *comm beep* Soph, you want to talk to Kamal?
Sophia (on chatter): Hi Kamal, Aiden's a bastard.
Kamal: Pardon me?
Sophia (on chatter): *laughs* But he's my bastard.
Kamal: That's good.
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Aiden: Thanks Soph. *comm beep* See?
Kamal: Yeah.
Aiden: You're under estimating her.
Kamal: What?
Aiden: You talk to her in the last couple of days.
Kamal: A little.
Aiden: She told you about the bracelet.
Kamal: Um..
Aiden: You think I bought her off?
Kamal: It's an expensive bracelet.
Aiden: If you think she's a who...
Kamal: Don't say it.
Aiden: If I had given her that before we made up, Sophie would have run me through with a butcher knife.
Kamal: Good. I...mean...
Aiden: You didn't want to be disappointed.
Kamal: I'm not.
Aiden: I'm a good judge of people, Kamal. You're not.
Kamal: You shouldn't assume anything about m..
Aiden: You think I'm stupid. I'm friendly. I smile a lot. That's not what you respect. Okay.
Kamal: Respect? I don't think this has anything to do...
Aiden: Ahh, not true. You think all the time. So think about the freelance thing. Maybe come by for dinner tomorrow. Sophia's cooking. Six-ish?
Kamal: I don't think that would be such a good id...
Aiden: Look at it this way. Going to a job interview is not accepting a job. It's an interview. Dinner, okay?
*wind down*
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*wind up*
Kamal: What does she see in him?
Hiroyuki: The ponytail. Girls like hair.
Kamal: He nearly called her a... You heard what he said.
Hiroyuki: You think I was standing in my bedroom with my ear pressed against the door eavesdropping?
Kamal: You weren't?
Hiroyuki: Actually, I was, but it was really hard to hear.
Kamal: He's so...cocky.
Hiroyuki: Funny choice of words. Maybe it's the jewelry. You can tell she's used to money.
Kamal: I'll need a panic button. A backup.
Hiroyuki: He can keep her in the style to which she is accustomed. W-what do you mean a panic button? You're not going over there.
Kamal: I'll set up a program. Some...some kind of dead-man's switch.
Hiroyuki: Oh no. I don't want any part of this.
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Hiroyuki: I'm not trusting the hands and body of a future surgeon to the tender ministrations of a pissed off boyfriend.
Kamal: You won't even have to go inside.
Hiroyuki: Good.
Kamal: Unless...
Hiroyuki: No.
Kamal: I can't get to my chatter. You can be a couple blocks away, ghosting me.
Hiroyuki: Are you even listening to me? I don't want to be involved.
Kamal: We'll need a code word. I'll say...the twelve cranial nerves.
Hiroyuki: The twelve cranial nerves?
Kamal: It's not likely to come up in conversation.
Hiroyuki: Did you hear me say "No"? I said "No".
Kamal: Except the cops need to come where I am. Okay, I've got it.
Hiroyuki: Kamal. You're not listening.
Kamal: What?
*wind down*
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*wind up*
*thunderstorm outside*
Aiden: I'm gonna check on Sophie in the kitchen. Let me get you another beer, dude. Be
right back.
Kamal: You there?
Hiroyuki (on chatter): I'm here...dude. It's raining. I'm getting wet.
Kamal: So, cranial nerves, you hit the buttons.
Hiroyuki (on chatter): Blue, then red.
Kamal: Yeah. Blue, then red. I think. Yes.
Aiden: Good to have you over. Good for Soph. Someone from home.
Kamal: Thank you. It's nice to be invited.
Aiden: Dinner was good, huh? She's a good cook.
Kamal: Very good. The keftedes may be the best I've ever had.
Aiden: Which was that?
Kamal: The lamb meatballs.
Aiden: Oh, yeah. I liked those. Home cooking. So your parents are trying to get here.
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Kamal: They've applied, but they don't have any reason to be bumped in priority. So we're thinking, when I get through with school and all that, I'll get permanent residency.
Aiden: How far away is that?
Kamal: At least a couple of years.
Aiden: That's a long time. Couple of years. So there's the freaking rub. You thought about bringing them in on a visitor's visa?
Kamal: I was denied.
Aiden: Lots of people trying to get here these days.
Kamal: Sophia said her brother was coming. You got him papers?
Aiden: Yeah, he's inbound. Her mother won't leave Coral though.
Kamal: So, maybe there's a way you could help my parents?
Aiden: It's nice to have you come over. That freelancing thing I mentioned, it would be great. You'd be coming around, Soph would have someone from home to talk to. Could you do something like set up a chatter account?
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*thunder*
Kamal: A chatter account? I-I could set one up, but you don't need me to do that kind thing.
Aiden: Maybe try it now. Set me up a chatter account for Bakrio Moray Muengay. You need me to spell that?
Kamal: What's his government number?
Aiden: If Bakri could get a government number Kamal, what would I need to pay you for?
Kamal: All right. But this isn't about money. It's about my family.
Aiden: Bringing your parents to Earth? We could talk about that.
Kamal: I just want it clear. If I work for you, you'll see about getting my family here?
Aiden: Kamal, that's what I do.
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Kamal: Okay. I can find an unclaimed address and set up a shell. From the outside, it'll be just like a regular account. *typing starts*
Aiden: What time is it anyway?
Kamal: Okay, this will just take a sec. I have to build a filter to find an unclaimed address. *knock knock knock*
Aiden: Yeah?
Officer (muffled): Berkeley Police.
Aiden: What did you freaking do? *knock knock knock*
Officer (muffled): Open up. Berkeley Police.
Kamal: I didn't do anything!
Aiden: The Berkeley cops use their shock sticks, you know?
*door opens*
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Aiden: Officer. What can I do for you on this drizzly evening.
*door shuts*
Officer: You with the chatter. Hands off it. *typing stops* Are you the resid...*typing starts* HANDS OFF THE CHATTER. *typing stops* Put them on your head. On your head. Who's apartment is this?
Aiden: I live here.
Officer: Your name?
Aiden: Aiden Maki.
Officer: Can I see your ID?
Aiden: Sure, what seems to be the problem?
Officer: We got a trace on the chatter for a possible CP fraud. Sir, do you want to tell me just exactly what you were doing?
Kamal: Um, I was...loo..I was looking up a friend's address.
Officer: I'm sorry. I will have to confiscate that chatter.
Aiden: Don't you have to have some sort of warrant?
Kamal: Oh god, olfactory optic ocular motor trigeminal..
Aiden: Officer, my friend is just looking up an address.
Hiroyuki (on chatter): What? Oh-oh right, that's me.
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Officer: I will deal with you in a moment Mr. Maki and I will need to see some ID.
Kamal: Red red red red red..red. Those are really..great..red...red curtains, Aiden.
Hiroyuki: (on chatter): I thought it was blue?
Kamal: Red!
Hiroyuki: (on chatter): Okay. *alarm beeps*
Aiden: My friend is very passionate about interior decoration.
Officer: *comm beep* I'm going to have to confiscate that chatter! *comm static* Copy that. Repeat address please? *comm static* Jesus christ, I'm on my way. *end comm* You're a lucky bastard. I've got a Priority One. I've gotta go.
Aiden: You have to go?
Officer: Officer under fire about a block and half from here.
Aiden: That's it?
Officer: *comm beep* Unit 2-16 responding to backup. I'm less than two blocks from... *door slams*
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Hiroyuki (on chatter): Kamal, what's going on? *thunder*
Aiden: That was weird. And convenient.
Kamal: Yes, uh, much more convenient than if you were to suddenly drop your chatter down a sewer.
Hiroyuki (on chatter): What?
Aiden: What?
Kamal: Yes, if you were to lose your chatter.
Hiroyuki (on chatter): What?
Aiden: What?
Kamal: For god's sake you moron, smash the damn chatter with a brick and get the hell out of there!
Hiroyuki (on chatter): Dude what? *sirens* Ohh, the blue button. Only you didn't let me hit the blue button. You made me hit the red one. And that means...I hate you. *end comm*
Aiden: You had someone ghosting you. You pulled some hacker stunt to get that cop out of here.
Kamal: Not me. Some other dog that looks just like me.
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Aiden: You were afraid. You were thinking I might be the kinda guy who would hold a grudge. Say, break your fingers. Each one. With a tack hammer. *thunder* Kamal, I am so not that guy.
Kamal: I've gotta go. I've gotta check on my friend.
Aiden: Stay and we'll talk.
Kamal: For some reason, it's never Plan A. No, I got my friend in a world of trouble. I've gotta go. *door opens* Tell Sophia...thanks for dinner.
*door shuts*
*wind down*
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*wind up*
*door opens*
Kamal: Hiro? Hiroyuki? Are you home?
*door shuts*
Hiroyuki: You bastard.
Kamal: Oh thank god you're home. You're okay? They didn't pick you up?
Hiroyuki: I'm okay. No thanks to you and half the Berkeley Police Department.
Kamal: I didn't plan it that way.
Hiroyuki: I smashed the chatter, threw it down a sewer grate, and then it started raining cops. Cops in cars. Cops on foot. Cops dropping out of camo'd helios. Cops Every Damn Where.
Kamal: Sophia sent leftovers.
Hiroyuki: And now I don't have a chatter.
Kamal: I know. I'm going to give you mine.
Hiroyuki: I don't want your chatter. All my stuff was on mine.
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Hiroyuki: My address book, my schedule, my debit account. Every damn thing!
Kamal: Mine is cooler than yours.
Hiroyuki: You just couldn't let me hit that blue button, could you?
Kamal: That would have pushed the officer under fire alert to my chatter. Which was Plan A for if Aiden tried to...you know...
Hiroyuki: Pull out your lungs?
Kamal: Don't sound so eager. But as it turned out, I needed the cop to go away.
Hiroyuki: Away, meaning to me. And cop, meaning every armed officer within 50 city blocks. All because I hit the red button.
Kamal: The officer under fire alert...
Hiroyuki: ...while it was still on MY chatter.
Kamal: Yeah, but...Sophie sent leftovers!
Hiroyuki: Leftovers?
Kamal: Yeah, she made marties, uh, little stuffed appetizers. And spiced lamb meatballs - with real meat! And...almond rice. And-and milk pudding! So...are we okay?
Hiroyuki: *eating* Dude!
*wind down*
Wandering_Angela is the winner!
Friday, September 3rd. The Princess updates her 404 page once more. And oh joy, oh rapture, the killer.jpgs have what only can be more axons for us. The general consensus is that these are a sneak-peak of the axons for next week. We were able to find 12 of the 13 original pictures so we have a good idea where the majority of the axons will be next week.
Besides the annoyance of yet more axons, SP answers Wandering_Angela's question and gives us a story as suggested by Paul last week. We find out a little more about the Princess' past, and the story gives us some more ideas to mull over.
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Wandering_Angela is the winner! You can thank her for the chance to spy on the Queen's secret roads this week. Just for fun, I have played a little game myself with what you will find...
Here are the questions you can vote for this time.
Avery: Have you ever had to tell a lie? Why? Did anything bad happen because of it?
MasterKirk: Do you have a job? What are you doing when you aren’t interacting with us humans?
Crashless: It must be difficult with someone like Flea constantly groping you. It seems like you and he have become friends of sorts, is that accurate? I worry that he's not telling you why he's trying so hard to get the Queen to build roads for him. Why would he want to do such a thing?
Kathleen W: Are you reflected?
Shad0: Tell us about the glass coffin in the dungeon. What is it like? Can you see anything from there? How did the Queen get you into it, and why? Even more interesting, how did you ever get out of it?
Mike P: Why are you sleeping? Do you always talk so much in your sleep? What name do you go by when you’re awake?
Naptikon: How can we spy on the Queen/Pious flea? Is there a way we can distract them or in some way help you? Who opened the glass coffin?
Here is Angela's question:
Q:
We've been wondering about your relationship with the Queen. Are you her daughter? Or are you a visiting Princess from another kingdom? Do you have a name other than Princess?
A:
The Queen wants to smother me. The Queen wants to lock me up. And I am not her daughter. I'm a lot older than I look, Angela. That's not something I remember, that's something I just know. I'm older than the Flea and I'm older than the Queen and it was bad day for them when the coffin cracked and I got out because I'm never going back there again. I'm a survivor I play to win and I will die before I go back again.
I had another name once, but I lost it.
I am a little sad today.
But that's okay. I'm tough. I've got Pluck.
Okay.
I think I'm going to tell a story now so I get in a happier place, and because Paul asked last time, and I said I would.
This is not a game. I like games, but this is just the first chapter of a story I'm making up, now. I'll make up some more next time.
Perdita's Story
Chapter 1: The Circus
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Perdita, who lived with her father, her mother, and her brother in a little cottage in a big city. Her father was only a humble tin-cutter, and her mother's fingers were stained with rust from working in a ball-bearing factory, but Perdita was famous for miles around because of her extraordinary beauty. She was not a bad girl, but she was very vain, and spent hours every day preening in front of her mirror.
One day, the Circus came to town. The father decided to take the whole family there, even though they didn't have very much money. So off they went to see the Glass-Eater and the Broken Lady and the Electric Weasels for which this particular circus was known.
After the Glass Eater had spat out his last bottle of the afternoon, but before the Weasels were due to arrive in their famous Luminous Barouche, Perdita saw a balloon salesman