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12.18.03 (5:37 pm) [edit]

These are the words to two songs I wrote about a year ago, I doubt anyone will find them too interesting, but here they are anyway.

[b]Rember[/b]

Intro-
Tomorrow…
Is always a day away 3x times

Chores-
Why got lost in the summer time,
We could see long time,
But we never lent it happen,
But everything is wrong,

Second Verse-
Remember this… 5x times
Remember this sometimes,
Remember this… 3x times
Remember this sometimes,
We got lost in the time
Such a beautiful place
Such a beautiful place to spend with you
Such a waste of space
I’m getting away

[b]For Juley[/b]

When I found you how could I have known?
That you might be
Juley, Juley, Juley.

Juley in the morning,
On my window sill,
Makes my awaking a thrill.
As the early sun,
Opens my emotion,
My mind turns to our devotion.
Juley, Juley, Juley.

Juley in the morning,
On my window sill,
Makes my awaking a thrill.
As the early sun,
Opens my emotion,
My mind turns to our devotion.

Juley, You fill my life with meaning.
Juley, You give me hope and inspiration.
Juley, Your every thing I’ve dreamed of.
Juley, Juley, Juley.

How can there be so many love songs,
When they don’t know you?

Tolerance

12.18.03 (4:47 pm) [edit]

If humans have existed for 50,000 years and you divided this into life spans lasting about 62 years each, 800 life times have passed in all of human history. Only in the past 150 of these life spans have societies and villages existed, and only in the last one have we had globalization. Today, in our world with so much diversity and rapid change, are we transitioning the way we think and act to coincide with this change? With all our accomplishments that have been made through technologies and understanding, do those living in modern society reflect this level of growth in their way of thinking towards the other cultures of the world and people that live differently from them? Or do we only believe that we have evolved understanding, by giving labels and groupings to others, to help us with our fear of that of which we cannot perceive? As time passes culture and technology grow at an ever-increasing speed and complexity, new technologies always producing more technologies. Some of the simplest advances can dramatically change everyday life. Only through willingness in the society and in a level of security can change be brought about.
When I was much younger, do to the fact I am dyslexic and needed extra help learning, I tended to be moved around the district from one program to another. When I entered the second grade I was placed in a first and second grade multi-age class, at Lake Forest Park Elementary. This was as close to a mainstream class I had been in and was my first experience at Lake Forest Park. I was very excited and so very much wanted to be accepted by my peers. I began to make friends with a group of boys in my class that seemed to accept me. They were all involved in cub scouts at the school, and met at LFP on Wednesday nights. I wanted to become better friends with these boys, so I begged my mother to take me to one of their meetings. It is a known fact by many people that scouts have had a very turbulent past with excluding gays and other groups (like non-Christians). My father is gay and my mother and him have been on good terms and friends for as long as I can remember. Therefore my mother’s reaction to my asking her if I could join cub scouts was rather negative, and at my point of social innocence I couldn’t understand why. Finally I convinced my mother to take me to one of the meetings. She was so horrified by the experience because of her own intolerance and perceptions of conservative Christians. She never allowed me to return. When I was in the fifth grade my mother found an all boys Camp Fire group for me to join. Camp Fire has a reputation for being a more liberal organization and has an all-inclusive non-discriminatory police that includes sexual orientation. I made many friends, and made up for the experiences I lost by not joining cub scouts, and developed many life long skills. Now being 16 and able to look back I know that I never became good friends with the group of boys I desired too in the second grade. At the time, I was upset by this missed opportunity, but now realize that I have little in common with this group of people at Shorecrest. I also know that a lot of my younger childhood would be considered a difficult one by many. Did my mother make the right decision? Is there ever a “right” answer? Or rather in life are there only better choices.
History has a way of repeating itself. My younger brother Tristan, who is in first grade at Brier Elementary, now too desires to join a Cub Scout group. He is new to the school and this would be a good opportunity for him and my parents to get involved with others in their community. Tristan is currently in a mixed boy/girl Camp Fire group out of Lake Forest Park. Tristan is the one of only two boys in his group. My mother is now faced with the dilemma of letting Tristan go to a cub scouts group. Was she too hasty by not letting me go? Does the policies of a national organization necessarily reflect the values of those involved in the program in our community? Does the benefit of being “in the group” outweigh the negative of being part of a group that allows intolerance?
I feel of all places, living in Western Washington which is populated by so many people of different backgrounds and histories, gives me a unique chance to use personal experiences with people and understand what tolerance is. There is no black and white, right or wrong, and intolerance can be created by the human desire to create a black and white definition of right and wrong. I believe that the only thing tolerant people can’t tolerate is intolerance.

European Expansion Clashes with Ancient Central American Cultures

12.18.03 (4:42 pm) [edit]

Abstract

What happens when two isolated cultures meet for the first time? When Christopher Columbus landed in the New World, instead of Asia, he made presumptions about the people he met. He exposed these people to the western world, and named them Indians (as we still refer to them Today). It is such a rare opportunity when two new cultures meet to share and learn. But instead the Europeans blinded by greed did not see the value in the friendship the natives bestowed upon them. Instead European culture would lead Christopher Columbus and those who followed him to repay them by kidnapping and classify these unfamiliar people as savages. Did Spaniard disappointment in not finding a new passage to the East Indies lead to their brutal treatment of the people who had greeted them with friendship and compassion? Or once again should one argue that European treatment of the Native Americans was caused by cultural differences and misunderstandings. There may not be an easy answer, but an excuse, no matter how good cannot rise above itself to become something more.

European Expansion Clashes
with
Ancient Central American Cultures:

The Renaissance period in Europe saw great advancements as the Europeans began to expand and explore. The European world came in contact with many new societies that had been previously unknown to them. The Europeans often mistreated the people they met in Africa, North America, and Asia. Few times in history has there been two cultures so isolated by their geography meeting in a fashion that would forever change both their destinies. Instead of embracing these moments, why would Europeans turn to greed and thus causing us to lose many of these great and mysterious civilizations to time?
On October 12, 1492, such an incident occurred. After a two-month voyage across the Atlantic Ocean Christopher Columbus landed on a small island in the Caribbean Sea. Consequently, he was the first European explorer of his time to reach the Americas. Unfortunately he didn’t know it, and thought he had landed on a chain of islands somewhere not far off the coastline of the main Asian body mass. Why would he think anything different? He had never been anywhere outside of Europe before. In correlation with thinking he was geographically in India, and their culture being the most closely resembling that of the stories he had heard of the Indian people in India; this resulted in him naming the natives he met Indians.
The people he met were actually the Arawaks, a sophisticated people located on modern day Hispaniola. Upon arriving, the Arawaks came to marvel at the people they believed had traveled to their island in ships from the sky. News of these strange new visitors spread quickly and people from nearby villages came to great Columbus and his crew.
This first encounter of two cultures would lead to be both unique and tragic result. The European mentality was not only foreign but nothing less than alien to the natives. Arawaks saw the world around them as giving and nurturing, where as the Europeans saw the natural world as a beast to be exploited and tamed. The Arawaks trusting and generous nature would leave them vulnerable to European exploitation.
Columbus wrote in his log of these people, “Artless and generous with what they have, to such a degree as no one would believe but he who had seen it. Of anything they have, if it be asked for, they never say no, but do rather invite the person to accept it, and show as much lovingness as though they would give their hearts. ” Then as a sick twist, he added ”these people are very unskilled in arms… with fifty men they could all be subjected and made to do all that one wished,” later he wrote “in the first island that I found, I took some of them [Indians] by force, to intent that they should learn and give me information of what there was in those parts. ” Christopher Columbus not being able to understand the native’s culture assumed that they had no religion, and further they wouldn’t resist being taken as slaves. This would prove to be only a precursor for what was to come.
On Christmas Eve, while making its way along the coast of Hispaniola, the Santa Maria (Columbus’s flag ship) ran aground on a coral reef. The ship was destroyed, but with the help of the friendly Arawak chief Guacanagari and his people of the local province, (as the Arawaks society was separated into) the crew and most of the supplies on board were saved. As a token of gratitude, Columbus gave Guacangari a red cape. Guacangari saw this as the opening of trade between leaders and gave Columbus a mask plates and several other objects made of gold. Guacangari thought this to be a fair trade. One of these objects was a gold headdress that Columbus thought was a crown. This led Columbus to the misunderstanding that the Arawaks were passing right to rule to him and gifting authority of their land to Spain.
Because of the destruction of the Santa Maria, Columbus now lacked enough room aboard his ship to bring all of his men back with him. Columbus was forced to leave a good number of his men behind to establish a fort he named La Navidad until he could return. However, it is speculated that he may have wanted to set up a permanent colony even before he left. On his way back he wrote a letter to the Spanish monarchs telling them of the natives he had captured and was bringing back to them as gifts. “They are fit to be ordered about and made to work, to sow and do aught else that may be needed ”.
Even though Christopher Columbus was of Italian birth he could only convince Spain to finance his voyage. When his voyage was successful it positioned Spain to become the most powerful nation in the world.
This started the Spanish Conquest of the Caribbean. Upon Columbus’s return in 1493 he found to his anguish that La Navidad had been destroyed. The Arawaks claimed that the men left behind had destroyed La Navidad and killed each other through drunkenness and unruly behavior. Many of Columbus’s crew wanted to attack the Arawaks for this atrocity, but Columbus decided to believe Guacangari’s story and to leave him and his people there in peace. He moved further down the coast and established a new fort called La Isabela. He immediately began to put many of the Arawaks to work panning for gold or working in mines. The brutal working conditions and harsh treatment of the Arawaks by the Spainards lead to many revolts, which the Spaniards quickly and violently put down. Many people were rounded up by the Spaniards and were either killed or shipped of to the slave markets in Spain. The Arawaks were also exposed to many diseases by the Europeans that they had never had contact with before, which also killed a great number of people. Eventually Enrique (the rightful heir of the Arawaks) would lead a successful rebellion against the Spaniards and win the freedom of his people. The remaining four thousand Arawaks of the original estimated seven to eight million settled at the base of the Cibao Mountains; and gained amrest through the efforts of a Spanish priest and Enrique in the Spanish court. They lived unmolested until 1552 (only sixty years after Columbus’s first arrival) when the Arawak people became extinct.
This tragic story of betrayal and genocide was not the only one being perpetrated by the Spaniards at this time. After establishing themselves on Hispaniola they began to explore the nearby coastlines.
In 1519 a Spanish explorer named Hernán Cortés was sent by the governor of Hispaniola, with more than five hundred Spaniards to eastern Mexico in search of more land and gold. At the advice of Malinche, Cortéses Native American mistress, Cortés formed an alliance with one of the rivals of the Aztec, the Tlaxcalans, and set out for the center of the Aztec empire. The Aztec ruler Montezuma II allowed Cortés to enter the city in order to learn more about him and his intentions. The Aztecs believing the Spaniards were gods returning to them from over the ocean gave them the greatest of hospitality. The Spaniards couldn’t help but marvel at the splendor and greatness of the Aztec capital of Tenochtitlán. The Spaniards had found their way into the world’s largest and richest city.
The Spaniards seized much of the city’s gold. Fearful that the Aztec would attack their outnumbered Spanish force, Cortés seized Montezuma as a hostage. The Spaniards melted down the gold ornaments that the Aztec had either gifted to them or they had stolen for shipment to Spain. They then forced Montezuma against his will to swear allegiance to the king of Spain. The Spaniards were able to remain in the city without opposition until about six months later. When Cortés was away from the city, a Spanish officer named Pedro de Alvarado, of whom he had left in command massacred 200 Aztec nobles who had gathered for a religious ceremony. When Cortés returned to Tenochtitlán, the Aztec rebelled, fighting to drive the Spaniards out of Tenochtitlán. The Aztec warriors destroyed the city’s bridges and chased the Spaniards into the canals, where three-fourths of them, weighted down with stolen gold, quickly drowned. Unfortunately Montezuma was killed during this revolt.
Cortés retreated to Tlaxcala and gathered what Native American allies he could for a siege of Tenochtitlán. The Aztecs’ crude and specialized weapons proved ineffective to the steel and gunpowder of the Spaniards. After three months of seige the city Tenochtitlán surrendered in August 1521. The Spaniards conquered the remaining Aztec peoples and took over their lands, forcing them to work in gold mines and on Spanish estates.
The fall of Tenochtitlán marked the end of the native civilizations that had existed in Central America since the first human settlement of the region. What started out as cultural differences and misunderstandings turned into a battle of survival for the natives and a conquest to glory for the Europeans. History will always remember these events as one of human’s darkest and inhumane chapters. The knowledge and cultural history that we lost as a result of the European arrogance and greed is a tragedy that cycles throughout human history, even today.

Ironic

12.17.03 (10:49 am) [edit]

Shaking Hands: Iraqi President Saddam Hussein greets Donald Rumsfeld, then special envoy of President Ronald Reagan, in Baghdad on December 20, 1983 [image]Gitoni_1390514527.jpg[/image]

“Relativity”

12.16.03 (10:35 am) [edit]

A tall, fair skinned man named Greg F. Hayes, who was having a particularly bad day, was intently staring through a small eyepiece in a towering telescope elegantly drifting into the endless heavens exposed through a small breach in the wall paneling of the room, when it all began. “It’s been eight years now, eight years I’ve been watching the sky. You know I only took this job for the money.”
I responded surprisingly optimistically to Greg’s meaningless comment. “Anyone who has a job these days only takes it for the money, if you’re not saving for the journey off-world, you’re one of those savage people living outside of the cities who claims to disbelieve in the promises of off-world. If you ask me they’re just a bunch of idle fools.”
I was Greg’s assistant, he interpreted the images displayed by the telescope, and well, I oversaw the machines. It was really a worthless job, but so were all the other jobs in the city by this point, the machines had replaced any need for anyone to do anything really, but our government required that people still worked, so here we are, watching a machine do what were paid to do.
“No, I don’t think you understand what I mean. I loath this work, it seems unfair that I should be made to sit here, slowly dying every moment, while someone else just as intelligent as me gets to live off-world traveling near the speed of light, traveling in a worm hole heading towards the center of the galaxy, not even ageing a day. My job is done by a machine, your job is done by a machine everyone living in this city’s job is done by a machine, we only check what we already know they’ve done, will do and always have done. We had the resources to send everyone who wanted to leave eight years ago with the others. We should have been allowed to, instead of being forced into indentured slavery, so we could “pay” our way off-world…” stammered Greg.
“Injustice or not you should know that tonight is a very special night, and that you and I are very lucky to be here. Tonight is the night forecasted for the Longevity to reach its final orbit around the center of the galaxy, the nearest super massive black hole. We are going to be the first two people on Terra to see if the mission was successful,” I consoled him
“Don’t act like it’s some big privilege, we were the only people who couldn’t afford to go on the Longevity that even know a little bit about astronomy. Besides two minutes after we see it it’s going to be broadcasted on the television for everyone else to see,” he retorted.
Somewhere in the background on an anonymous TV, the “Longevity Half Hour Special” started, the moment of truth was coming, what we had all been waiting for, news of the Longevity, and they were planning on putting it on just a few minutes delayed, so “Greg and I” (but really the machines) could polish the images, before being sent on the air waves.
I could hear the mechanical announcer in his usual monotone voice emanating from the background, “…According to Einstein’s theory of Relativity, the faster one travels through space, and the more gravity they are exposed to, the slower time will take effect on the person in question. It wasn’t until the mid-22nd century with the advent of high velocity and interstellar travel that this had any practical meaning. At this time an amateur physicist named Patrick R. Clearfield came up with a brilliant Idea. If everyone traveled to the center of the galaxy, a place where time and space were so warped that time moves little to none at all, people would seemingly never age! He reported his idea in Science Network Magazine. The National Terra Union, a Government so to speak that formed near the end of the 21st Century, that ruled over all of human kind, took an interest in the idea, and assembled a team to assess the plausibility of Clearfield’s idea. The team determined that not only was Patrick’s idea plausible but also should be implemented immediately. The National Terra Union set its armies of droid laborers instantly to work on the construction of a ship that could send those who would pay for it to the center of the universe. The ship built by our droids was christened the Longevity. Those who could not afford it were left behind until they could make enough money to buy tickets for the launch of the second ship that was planned for eight years after the first, despite the manufacturing time of only six months. Others decided that they much preferred the quality of life to the length and have made very clear there intentions to never go off-world….”
A history lesson, how wonderful, I decided to tune the TV out. “You see anything interesting yet, Greg?” I asked.
“Let me look, not as of… wait I think the computer, yes it did. It’s the Longevity, come see, it only looks like a little white dot right now, but give it a few minutes and the computer should contrast and cross reference it using the satellite images and enhance the it over there on that screen.” Excitedly announced Greg
I impatiently knocked Greg to one side, so as to get a slight glimpse of the Longevity in the telescope. Actually I was unimpressed; it wasn’t much to look at through the telescope. I wondered back over to my seat, and sat down.
“…The information network at the observatory has just given use word that they have spotted the Longevity and it should be only another ten minutes until they can send images, and as everyone knows, determine the success of the mission. When word of the mission’s success arrives, all those holding seats aboard the Preservation will have approximately 28 hours to claim their seat and check on board before launch...” proclaimed the TV in a booming voice.
This was the real reason why Greg was so sore today, after saving for the last eight years he still hadn’t saved enough money to go off-world on the Preservation. I didn’t tell him, but I had actually had managed to obtain a seat. I had to sell all my possessions, and swindle some money, but I figured I wouldn’t need much when I’m off-world anyway.
“No!” Screamed Greg, skeptically pointing at the monitor that he had previously told me would display the images of the Longevity after the computer enhanced it. I turned and looked at the screen, expecting to see the great ship initiating orbit of the black hole. I was horrified by what I saw on the screen, first it showed the Longevity being crushed and destroyed, then it showed nothing, absolutely nothing.
“What could have possibly gone wrong Greg? It was suppose to make them live forever, it… it can’t be,” I sobbed.
“We always knew this was a possibility. I mean we just don’t understand everything that’s involved in black holes, the dynamics of quantum mechanics and general relativity colliding are mind boggling, they had machines check it though, I never would have believed, that it would all just… be gone. What will happen when it goes on air in a few seconds?” Still in disbelief, Greg quivered.
“…The images of the Longevity have just arrived, and by the looks of it the mission was a complete success, that means the 28 hour countdown to launch begins now…” I couldn’t believe it, they had censored the images, but that would mean that they were just going to let everyone board the Preservation. They would have the same fate as those on Longevity.
“Greg how are we going to let those people know what really happened?”
These are the events of the last twenty minutes that lead to this moment, what could very well be the end of my life. This is what led to that gun barrel pointing at my face.
“We’re not going to do anything, this goes way over you’re head kid, you understand me?” instructed Greg.
“But we… I don’t understand… all those people! Greg… and you, who are you?”
“Didn’t want to do this kid, but you’re not leaving me much choice.”
Time seems to retard to a near stand still as I slowly watch the bullet travel past the shaft and in to me. Now there is nothing.

“The Realm of Mr. Spontaneous Creation Man*”

12.15.03 (10:55 am) [edit]

I suddenly stand on the beginning of creation, I don’t quite remember
creation having mercury rivers, but then again I don’t remember anything of
creation, I wasn’t there. Come to think of it I don’t remember anything at
all, but I can speak in Klingon, however. Hmmmm... rivers of mercury...
something tells me that this is something special... nuqDaq’oH puchpa’’eR 17;
Maybe I should follow it!
What an idea!
And so, I followed the streams of mercury (please note for the reader’s
sake this is NOT a metaphor)
So I followed the river, and I walked along the river, and I walked in the
river, and I drank from the river (tastes like burning!) After a dreadful5
five minutes of doing this in cycles, I finally came upon a very very very
very large city that could be seen from thousands of miles away.
Fortunately, I didn’t notice it until it was right on top of me, so I got
the full effect.
Now if you ever saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, not only will you be
disturbed for life, but you will be familiar with some strange little
creatures known as "Oompa Loompas." Imagine these with blue skin and hair
as well as silver squares on their foreheads. Now you have one of the funky
little things walking around the city with the humans. Or actually, instead
of humans. They didn't happen to notice me there.
"Hello! Can you direct me to the nearest bathroom? I really need to go;
I've been holding it since I was created."
The little blue guy look at me like I had a sign that said "Wha 'tchoo
talkin’ 'bout Willis?" on my chest. Then I realized I did. I walked away.
Well, I'd better get to the center of the city. If there's anything
important, it would be there.
Well... that looked about 50 miles away. I looked around for anything that
might get me there in less than a week (I was a slow walker ,) I saw...a
truck...a miniature car... and a giant battle mecha.
I made my choice and don't regret it!
"Hello, weary traveler. How may my convenient transportation and battle
modes service you?"
"Get me over to the center of this city!"
"Yes, sir! It should only take ... HEY! You don't own me."
"Aww.. c'mon! I've got to get over there. There's something important over
there," I whined.
"No. I don't like you."
"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please...."
"OKAY OKAY! I'll take you to the city. Wanna blow some stuff up on the
way, though, I'm kinda bored. How about that fine education
establishment!"
“Ah… maybe latter right now I really want to get to the center of the city,
maybe there’s a bathroom there.”
“Fine have it your way but because you don’t wont to blow up any than right
now I’m afraid I'm not going to lent you bake in me again. Oh and if you see
the leader say hi to him for me, that leader is a great guy.”
I tried to think about the idea of this “leader” but ever time I did
all that came to mind was, “The leader he’s a fendi guy.” Okay? Lets try
again, “The leader he’s a fendi guy.” Oh well,
At the center of the city there was a very large and very pyramid shaped
building. As I came to the front of the building there some kind of freakish
looking short, bald, fat ogre like person. I resisted the urge to
mecha-stomp on him. He approached. I felt offended from just this.
“Hello. We have been expecting you.”
We? Expecting? What was up with this guy? “Umm… you have?” Intercom. I
powered down the mecha and jumped out. It REALY hurt. I made a note not to
jump from over ten stories again.
“You’ve been monitored since you were created. My name is Luke. My job is
to answer any questions you have, see that you get to know everything, and
umm… general rent-a-cop. First I’m going explain the Whistle Fadders, what
you call ‘Oompa Loompas,’ to you. There’s no real reason we call them
Whistle Fadders; we just do. You see the Whistle Fadders are genetically
altered humans who are superior to you in ever way but one, they have no
freewill. It actually hasn’t been a problem for us at all. But we don’t
just kill the few that grow free will, no we only do that to the one’s who
don’t think like we want them to. As a matter of fact did you notice all
those little silver things on their foreheads? We gave them those so that
if they had an idea that the leader could run things better, had a bad
thought about the leader, or just plain and simple act stupid we blow them
up. It’s fun! But I’ve been talking for a painfully long time. I’ve
noticed five uncomfortable shifts in you position. Maybe it’s that I’ve
only been saying 17 words a minute. In fact, me talking about talking
slow, and it being incredibly boring you, is still boring. Seeeeeeeeee…you
just shifted again. But anyways, come with me, you must meet the leader.
This was a promising enough sounding idea
Once I was in the palace, Luke led me down a long hallway to a room that
said in big gold letters on the door “The Leader.” They were shiny! Luke
pushed open the door to reveal a tall man in a dark black coat, with a fell
head of midnight blue hair (and how!), he’s head was facing the ground ,he
slowly lifted it as he said in a deep voice, “I am the leader ask me any
thing I, I mean you want to know, and after you may ask but one question.”
His voice boomed, unnecessarily.
“Sounds fair enough,” our hero replied.
“To start off, this is my world; I am god here. Everyone is under me and
under my leadership. I am all powerful. Have you noticed how this story
keeps switching between first person and third?
“Ummm…” I started.
“I’m doing that. Fendi, huh? Now I’ll let Luke explain to you our system
of improvement, and how.”
“Come with me,” the funky little fat guy said. I followed, walking
awkwardly, being crippled from severe toilet withdrawal.
Ho opened a door to my right, which led outside. There was a wall standing
about thirty feet wide that looked like it stretched into the heavens.
Man, that leader is sure a fendy guy!
Why did I just think that?
Trust me! That leader is a pretty fendi guy!
The wall had writing on it.
“This is the record of all of the civilians that had an idea or criticism of
the way the world was. Although they must die for thinking unsavory
thoughts, the world is changed in that way in which they wanted. Their name
and contribution is put up here as to give them credit.
I went up and read a few;
Bob
Gravity is now decreased to bearable standards.

Rob
People are no longer eaten regularly by a giant teal penguin.

Kob
The word ‘the” has been reduced to three letters from 19,867.

Yob
Purple is now officially a color.

“Hmmmm… seams like some important stuff.”
“Yes. There are a few who gain free will, but without any specific purpose,
those ones just die. In fact, there have been an unusual amount of these
since you have showed up. The one you approached actually seams to be
declaring himself king right behind you.”
As he stepped behind himself to see, all that was in front of him was a
group of Whistle Fadders looking horrified at his feat. Then he realized he
was standing on their king.
“You’re standing on my king!”
“Am I?”
“DIE!!!” A member of the crowd pulled a pitchfork from the ground, and fell
down dead. Then all the others did as well in the crowd did as well and I
realized I was standing in a pile of dead Whistle Fadder.
“This is a perfect example. Come now, back to the leader. You have your
question to ask.”
I didn’t even wait for Luke; I just ran in and shrieked, “WHERE’S THE
BATHROOM?”
“Well that’s a very good question were should I began, well you know how I’m
god hear right?”
He calmed down a little, “Yes I understand, but…”
“So there’s only one bathroom: mine, down the hall, three doors down, on the
left.”
He was in full-throttled, high-geared hysteria by the time he discovered the
door had an access pad.
“USER NAME??? WHY DO I NEAD A USER NAME?!?!?!?!”
After leader, Luke, and Mr. Spontaneous creation man didn’t work he ran back
into the leader’s room.
“I need to know your name!”
“Sorry, you get but one question.” Fortunately, at this time, he noticed
something he hadn’t before: a “Hello my name is tag” on the leaders coat.
Don’t say it…
“WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THA-*”

There is now a secondary toilet.
Luke dies a slow and painful death.
The leader’s name changes from Tony to “The Euphoric Angel Gitoni delQav.”

-By Luke Hutchinson, & Tony Leslie
A Creation of Gitoni Co. & Captain Funkies Whistle Fadder Inc.
In Association with Mia Hamm studios.

Tony Leslie
Period 7-8
Fiction Writing
MSCM® Vol. 2.1
“The Great Search for Tokyo”
I. Prelude:
The purpose and focal point of what you are about to subject your self to is for the reader to “Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out” The following is a thought experiment of my own devising, some of the images my induce any of the following symptoms, confusing, mind altering or expanding, and boredom, Reader discursion is advised.

II. Introduction:
“Oh, so your still here, interesting… Or is it rather that you just arrived? Non-linear time I guess can be fun; it takes a little getting use to though. That aside, I guess I should explain how you and I came to be here. To be truthful I’m not exactly sure. Actually I only remember a little of the later, only about enough to fill 2 –3 pages. Well I guess I’ll start with the beginning, or at least what I think is the begging. Maybe if I go over the line of events with you they’ll make more sense, the key concept being maybe.”

III. Creation:
At first there was a twist and turning that much left me felling as though I were a chocolate covered ant being eaten alive by a rather large entity, weather that entity were physical or abstract is to your concern. After what seemed to be an eternally long amount of time, but I believe to have been in fact a mire nanosecond, I arrived at the edge of the universe. How odd, I don’t remember the edge of the universe to have rivers of solid glacier formed Uranium, then again I don’t really know what the edge of the universe is like I’ve never been there. At this point I decided to follow these “Uranium Rivers” sense they most lead somewhere, and I was having treble making sense of anything else of sustains in my surroundings. This might not have been my first choice though had I known for how many miles this river had eroded itself along the nonexistent soil, or had I known that there was metro route near by.
After an excoriating five-minute walk, that must have taken me like a million miles, I arrived at a forest of ladders. At least at first I thought it was a forest until I noticed that about six hundred feet above me there was a sizable fleet a zeppelins, or rather a very large armada of them. There were wooden structures connecting them together and there were clustered in such a way that it resembled the Ewoke cities of Endour. Only instead of trees there were zeppelins with all sorts of latter’s connecting them to the plan that I believed my self to be standing on. I climbed one of the more awkward looking ones, just for the sheer thrill of it. Upon entering the zeppelin metropolis, I was greeted to my disappointment, not a fuzzy cute Ewoke (I rather do like Ewaks) but instead a creature that I can only describe as a cross between a deformed eagle and some kind of hideous hobbit Muppet, spawned from the nightmarish children’s programming of the early nineteen eighties. This lacking visual image is cruel tribute to the simple ugliness of the creature that stood before me. Hmm… I wonder why they call it “programming” . I shirked in horror when suddenly in a metallic voice the thing quaked out of its right nostril “You are presently committing 70-4-208, Unlawful importation of skunks”. At this time I found it hard to believe but as it would seem it was indeed possible for such a simple ugly thing to augment itself and become something even uglier then what I before thought even comprehendible. “It is unlawful for any person to import, possess, or cause to be imported into this state any type of live skunk, or to sell, barter, exchange or otherwise transfer any live skunk, except that the prohibitions of this section shall not apply to bona fide zoological parks and research institutions.” shrieked the thing. “Immediate incarceration is required of subject in question”. I really wished I hadn’t ignored what it was saying, it wasn’t until after the thing stung me with a neural disruption beam that I realized that he had in fact been referring to the sunk that had curiously perched itself upon my head.

IV. Integration:
“Welcome detainee number 10-00110-010-110 to ECCO, this is where you will be hold until incept date, and hearing for penalty of crime can be obtained” whispered a voice belonging to whom at this point I was unsure.
“Where I am I?” I asked rather impatiently.
“ECCO” repeated the voice.
“How did I get here?”
“There are two answers to that question, the first is easer, but will probable not fully satisfy you, the second is much more difficult, and you may very likely not comprehend it”
“I don’t really care anymore” I spat out, “just give me both explanations, and ill pick and choice for my self.”
“Very well, you were cited by unite 45-98-65 breaking the law recorded as 70-4-208, after which you were apprehended and Integrated into ECCO until further punishment for your crime can be determined by “The Party”. I believe though that you already know this and it is not exactly what you meant by “where am I”.
“No, not at all, what was the other answer, and who is The Party?”
“To answer that I might have to reiterate a brief history of our society.”
“It doesn’t seem as though I have anywhere to go, so you might as well”

V. History:
“A long time ago this place was inhabited by a people known as the Whistle Fadders, the origin of these people is beyond our records. There first Civilization was feed by the grate Madeleine River, and soon grow mighty and powerful. It seemed that under the guidance of their mighty leader that the Whistle Fadders would contain to thrive. Then came the visitor, not much is known after this point, other then the great Whistle Fadder Empire collapsed, and the survivors created new claims far and wide along the Madeleine River. One of these formed into the Zeppelin Nation. The people of this nation were fearful of their neighboring nations, and through propaganda the party was able to use this to take political control. They were ruthless in this take over often “removing” all those who opposed them. The party’s first agenda after gaining full control was to gain military supremacy over all the other nations that had formed after the great collapse. To do this they turned to technology, and discovered many wonders of the universe, including me, eventual though the party perfected there greatest secret, the weapon. The party at this time was lead by a flame as dumb as a shrub. He used the weapon with out understanding its power; it was the end of Whistle Fadders kind besides those living in the now Zeppelin Metropolis. The party no longer having an external agenda turned on its own people, creating law after law. A special robotic race using a sleek hybrid of genetic and robotic technology was used to enforce these laws. After a time almost everyone one was arrested, for one ridicules reason or another. This lead to overcrowding in the prison system, many solutions to this problem were devised, and many overlapping procedures were created. Such as were to place a detainee well awaiting the very long process to determine punishment. Eventually it was agreed that to save space and money convicts brains would be integrated into the ECCO, and the rest of their body would be broken down and converted back into energy. This is what has happened to you.”
“So what happened to all the Whistle Fadders?”
“Eventually ever Whistle Fadder ended up here or somewhere worse. The brainless units, in probable there only moment of sentient thought, realized their position of power and shut down the power grid that was supporting the remaining Whistle Fadders brains. Unfortunately they returned to the mindless selves once more, after completing their device task. You are the first sentient creature to come to the city in a very long time.”

VI. Punishment:
“We the party do sentence, he who has been convicted by us, the Party, of knowingly engaging in the punishable crime recorded as 70-4-208, Unlawful importation of skunks, is here by sentenced to an eternity in the void of the thoughts of ECCO.”

IIV. Conclusion:
“Hmm… I guess you already new most of that, and to be truthful I’m no more sure now then I was 2 –3 pages ago what is going on. I guess we got all eternity to figure it out though.”