"Max M." wrote:

You're forgetting the URL again.

www.geocities.com/aescension
If anyone has banner free web space to offer, I would owe them a debt of
gratitude more priceless than gold: .....umm....er...that being my
gratitude....

the first person Wells went after. When we found out he was
working as a wet man for the I.M.R.H. we made stabilizing him

isn't that IMHR?

Yeah, Institute of Mental Health Research

  "Don't lose sight of the nature of the beast either," I said to
her. I walked around the fountain, under a marble sculpture which

Ms. White seems to be a big picture type, looking at all the
facets and the ability of others to pose great menace as well as
Rufy. Screw seems to be taking Rufy on the value of what little
he's heard and fitting that to what he probably still knows
subconsciously. Unfortunately, as Screw goes deeper into the war
of psionics, or perhaps politics would be better, he's departing
farther and farther from the point that Ms. White's perspective
works from. It seems like she's putting as much of herself in his
mind as she can so when he doesn't have time or rescources for
meticulous decisions, he's more likely to pick her lines than
others. I have to wonder if her input will be useful after he's
deep into his own little game.

Wow. Youve gotten right to the heart of the matter. Yes, Mrs. White in aware
of her inability to control Screw directly in the plans for her coup, and
though you would never see so much as a self-righteous frown on her 'kind
little old lady' visage, it must eat her up inside. Without revealing too
much about the next chapter, its interesting how she moves onward toward the
next available source of Screw's personal free will, *only* after failing to
encircle him directly. (Emphasis on the *only*.) But Like any matron figure,
she is perfectly happy biding her time using the 'big picture' methods that
she can fall back on.

successfully. All of the Taurs were necessarily killed. None of
them are currently being followed."

either there's some tense confusion or Chris is being redundant.

No kitty, thats a bad kitty!
(yer right)

Moreover, it
felt right not to question it. And when it feels right not to question
yourself, that means you're already doing the right thing. Right?

Either that or every bit of you is wrong. Or you're being mind
controlled by someone you trust.

Well, a normal person's not supposed to ask himself those questions, right?
They instill unneccessary doubts that can jump up and get away from you.
(...This bog is thick and easy to get lost in...)
Actually, usually Id agree with you on the depths to which your heart can
deceive you, but lately i dont know. I keep going back to that scene in dark
city where he tells the evil alien controllers that they were looking for
the soul in the brain, and that was of course the wrong place. (Which is why
he hatched out of their little game.)Though this itself was one of the
questions I was trying to throw some effort into.

down at her with a look of shock and spilling relief. She was still
cradled with sleep, but reached up to touch my face with her hand,
then changed her mind. I saw then that she was mostly disrobed,
except for a pair of white knee socks. She lay still on the sheets

so she's wearing clothing other than the socks? I'd just nix the
mostly if not.

Saying 'naked' or 'nude', or just 'bareassed' seemed a little base.

  "I never stopped wanting you. The other night was entirely
my fault, and I've been burning with regret ever since. I am here
right now because I went looking for you last night, and was
chased around by the mob. All I could think about for the last two
days was what you really felt and if you would come back."
She looked up at me, and I brushed her cheeks with my
hand. She was angelic in the dim light. Flawlessly demure.

I'd specificlly identify the speaker there.

hmm. thought it was clear (it's screw). Ill play with it.

  "Who says I'm gonna kill myself?" Like I said, it was like
she could read my mind.

Really funny you should mention that. It does seem like she can
read Screw's mind a lot.

very funny

  Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the ceiling. "Why
does this always happens to me?"

Her boyfriends are usually preternatural killing machines with
myriad enemies? Some women really need to break type.

ACH!!! I knew this would come off wrong. Right before I sent this chapter I
couldnt stop staring at that line. I guess you're supposed to take her
statement more metaphorically than literally. The people she is attached to
regularily pulling themselves apart.

  Ten minutes later, Alethea, Chris, and I were stepping out
of an elevator onto the building's thirty third floor. It had been

Now, he took twenty odd flights of stairs, the whole time with a
buzzing that later resolved to a roar similar to the psionics
being used. Everyone seems to have different memories of the
earlier day and the second he meets Alethea he "makes obesience."
It seems his mind is being edited, possibly by more than one
person. The Cabal is tossing of the word "merusion" like its a
type of pastry. And Ms. White is, of course, Ms. White. Things
are beginning to fit.

Miashara

Ill go with everything except making obesience (sp?), which is if nothing
else, *very* Screw. Its how he treats the things he feels connected to. It
is as if saying "you're in the club" while to others its "you're not." Im
sure a lot of people feel this way. (And in this kind of story those things
are portrayed literally.)

Thanks for the great comments.



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