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Book I : The Gathering.


In a Galaxy far, far away; time is being shredded, and the Universe on the whole isn’t happy about it, but minds immeasurably superior to ours, slowly and patiently; drew up their plans against us, and the impending catastrophe.

The self-appointed Council of time: discovered that abomination’s were placed in corrupted time lines, by persons unknown.

… The Cause was Unknown.

… The Reasons were Unknown.

… Even God doesn’t know why it was done.

Recruiting the recently deceased, who insisted they weren’t dead: the planners of our salvation then put a young girl in charge of the recovery Project.

The girl’s name was Romana of Gennaro: she was only 128 years old and this was her first mission outside her own time line, but she was the most qualified person they could find.

What could possibly go wrong?

In the Library.

Romana read the mission briefing papers for the umpteenth time and knew them off by heart now, but was feeling very nervous.

… She had *never* been personally involved with the (Barbarians) before, and the Neanderthals from this age: certainly rated high on the score board of what her society considered, backward folk.

A deep resonating boom echoed through the room she was in and it broke her concentration for a second as it threw her slightly forward.

(Sighing deeply, she knew it was just the bombs going off.)

Regaining her stance, the weary woman once again looked at the papers in her hand, and re-read paragraph fifteen again with a scowl on her face.

(She didn’t like it: not one little bit.)

Looking round, Romana considered that the primates from this time line were so predictable! – That’s how they could trap them so easily. She knew that any minute now: They’ll come running in here in a state of total panic.

Like trapped animals looking for an escape route.

But there wasn’t one.

There would be no escape for any of them.

Her smile turned into a cruel grimace as she reflected that their miserable lives were about to turned inside out, and in here: they would be hers to do with as she pleased.

Coming out from her reverie, she glanced sideways at the huge silver sphere she was standing next to. The sphere, slowly revolving in its silver lattice stand: buzzed lightly.

Romana frowned, and looked down at the sheets in her hand, then nodded to herself at its suggestion. Reaching back she placed them discreetly behind the rostrum, saying as she did. “Yes: it wouldn’t give the right impression to be seen with them. For this to work: I must be seen to be strong, I must dominate them from the outset.” Looking round at the ball as it buzzed again, she smiled at it and said. “No, they are only animals: they will be easy to train.”

Turning back round, she waited patiently; but was eager for God’s glorious Mission to begin.

In the other [Place].

The Overlord shaking with fury read the reports.

– It had started, that they’d missed their window of opportunity, to stop it even before it had began.

Growling, the most powerful being on earth raged in anger. Spitting out its rage it crumpled up the paper in the royal hand, then taking careful aim; threw it at the runner who had brought the news.

The royal personage considering that they’d been wrong footed yet again by that wasp of a boy, and his latrine ridden sons.

With that, the royal fist slammed down on the thrown, and the words echo round the vast room. “Someone’s head will roll for this!”.

No one in the room moved.

The Court, as one cowered as they all saw the royal fingers drumming on the thrones arm. Everyone knew what the royal blood line was thinking about. It was the method of the head’s removal, and how it would happen.

On cue: a cruel smile then crossed the Overlord’s tight lips as several tried and trusted methods emerged. After several seconds of deep contemplation, the royal blood line looked round quietly saying. “Yes, Someone’s head will roll for this, but slowly! … Very slowly!”

The anger the royal personage was feeling, finally left. Calming down and sighing loudly, the Overlord considered that even though they’d missed this moment. knew there would be others. As that thought crossed the royal mind, another loud sigh was emitted.

The Overlord considered that they were good at waiting. They had waited this long : A few more years wouldn’t really matter.

And anyhow, (Project Purge) was almost in place, and the scatter gun approach was bound to take them out.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]


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(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.