Saturday, 30 November 2013

A meeting with Savage

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So the meeting came and was dull, as you'd expect. The discussions were about meeting production targets, issues with the new mechanical machines and sourcing raw materials from nearby systems which we can still travel too. I had decided to bring up the subject of my "feelings" regarding the work simulacrums when Ramjet brought it up in the meeting. Never afraid to open his mouth Ramjet (and what a sweet mouth dear diary) and never afraid to square up people to get what he wants. He was I thought, quite aggressive. Certainly president Savage didn't seem best pleased, however Savage kept his cool and said that he'd look into it and said he arrange a meeting for anyone who was having similar issues with the work simulacrums.Two things stood out as very strange about this exchange. FIrstly Savage keeping his cool. He's a man known for violent behaviour and lack of self control; hell's strap-ons, that's why we all voted for him. And two, he seemed to be taking cues from one of the Capricans at the back. I barely saw his face, but what I saw was nervous and frightened. I've never seen him before.I will ask Mi-With when I get back to my apartment.After the meeting some of us went and had some sex. Pretty mundane stuff really. Everyone seemed distracted. We ended up stopping half way through and talking about the meeting. I am not alone it seems. We are all afraid. Of what? We cannot fathom. I'll speak to Ramjet next week and find out what Savage has to say.We begin freezing  this week. Something else I'm beginning to be afraid of.

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Friday, 22 November 2013

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I know that this is unusual for me; a private diary entry. Privacy, like morality is a things of the past, and the past is dead to us. Isn't it?

But things aren't usual, and I feel ... I feel ... I need secrecy. Perhaps that too is the wrong word. What I'm trying to say is that I need to clarify my thoughts to myself, to examine what I'm thinking. To write it down and then examine it back. I feel I'm missing something, that I'm aware of something but not conscious of it. Perhaps it is just a side effect of the Caprican Learning Narcotics. Is there anything even wrong.

For the last few weeks those of us chosen as part of the engineering team have been erecting (sorry but I love that word) part of the shielding apparatus that will protect Worthing from the heat death of the universe. The work is demanding and it's been necessary to develop new soft flesh simulacrums. They are like dumb, giant children, designed purely to lift and assemble the dense metal shielding components. They're made the same way our sex bodies are made, but blunt. They are without major nervous systems, so they feel very little; taste, smell touch are blurred like their semi human faces. Pin pricks for eyes and ears, two ragged torn slits to allow nasal breathing and a mouth. Communication is still required between us. That's right, we have to essence jump into them. And if there is something wrong, it's something to do with that.

There's something familiar about them. Like a memory that haunts you or a phrase that's on the tip of your tongue. No matter how hard I try; I can't say the phrase or recall the memory. But what frightens me most is that I'm not alone. When I raised the idea with Ramjet, he alluded to the same thing.

Why would we both share the same fear?

There's a production meeting soon. I'll have a word President Savage and see what he thinks.

Anyway, I have more learning pills to consume. And I feel tired. Which is unusual too.

Goodnight. Secret Diary.

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Wednesday, 1 February 2012

I woke up this morning dreaming of schematics and the most efficient way to re-programme a version 5 electron folder to cause controllable Q-mount manipulation. What ever that means ? Not like my normal dreams of fucking and whipping the president spouse along Worthing's Sky Pier. I guess the pills are working, but I'm not sure I like the results.

I seem to be thinking differently today, it may be a side effect, though the Capricans assured us there were none.

That sense of fear and apprehension seems to be building again. Although I want to live beyond the heat death of the universe and fuck for a million years I .... wonder if .. this is the right thing to do. Isn't morality the past, and is the past not dead to us.

I think I'll go to the Gagatorium tonight for a triple sloppy special and snort some of those Pethenyle crystal. That'll sort my mind out. I have to get ready. I need this, surely. We need it ?

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

They have given us all pills, we were desperate for suppositories but they insisted. I can't eat or drink (not even bodily fluids) for two days, while the training meshes in my subconscious. Normally of course Caprican's are expected to learn the old fashioned way: schools, college and experience, but I get the feeling that they just can't be bothered with us. They'd rather just give us a learning pill and be done with it.

There is an obvious animosity between the the children of Worthing and the last of the Capricans, but they're so bloody egalitarian and noble that when we called and asked for their help they said yes, but you can tell in their pale empty eyes that they despise us as much as we despise them; but it still surprises me that they have ...

I am to be paired with MiWith; some ancient crone whose only ever known the body she was born in and looking at her wrinkled tit-less frame I'd be surprised if she's ever known another. I offered to introduce her to the "chill out fuck-a-torium". It's hardly used these days of course and is right out on the outskirts of Durrington in Dome One. I offered to take her out myself and introduce her, she's clearly very tense and uptight. The way she looked at me .. it was like she was afraid.

What's wrong with these people ? It's not as if I asked her to join me in the gag chambers or the torture gardens! I was officially warned by the President's team not to mention anything of the sort again. Apparently they won't even be going to the Conjoining Ceremony. Dull ...

Since the incident relations between MiWith and myself have been frosty to say the least. Well, it's a matter of waiting to see what these pills will do in next 48 hours or so. Goodnight sweet diary, I'm feeling unusually tired ... must be these ... zzzzz


Sunday, 18 December 2011

We met beneath Dome 3, in the engineer and design canteen.

President Savage was there with his 1st concubine, Mixxy Fluff. She was in her first born form; and what a form. At the Sleep ceremony there'll be a massive conjoining, I have just the male for her. I've been working on the design for 6 months now, I've tested it of course, but I'm still not happy with the stomach muscles and the tone of the flesh, but it'll be ready for the ceremony; ready for her. She may of course be in a different body too.

My other seven team members were there. We've been chosen because of our engineering skills. It's true I did a course once, about a thousand years ago, no literally a-thou-sand years ago I did basic coffee machine maintenance, but that's what passes for a degree in engineering these days, it all so automated you see, the machines do everything! Probably the most qualified of us is the vice president, Charlie Brown Baker. It was his idea to bring in the last of the Capricans to design and build the force dome to secure our future beyond the heat death of the galaxy, beyond the end of time. What boring fucks. I can understand that as universe come to an end that they might wish to stop producing off spring; as they forbade us when they gave us the gift of Essence Shifting, but to actually stop fucking altogether! No wonder they have chosen to stay behind and be engulfed by the inferno. Best thing for them, they're so bloody miserable.

Damn. They make me so angry. I'll write more later after I've calmed down. But you forgive me don't you sweet diary. Of course you do. You'll forgive what I tell you to forgive.

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Thursday, 15 December 2011

I have to admit to being afraid. So many times during the sex games I have died and been reborn, so many times I have bored of one body and built a new one to house my essence. You know how fickle I can be, especially about hair and skin; freckle and curls ... but this time will be different. It wont be instant.

I know that I will be unaware of the length of my sleep - they're already beginning to call it "the sleep without dreams," and that it will seem but a moment, but I know it won't. I know it will be at least 300 million years before I awake on the other side. 300 million years. That's a long time to wait, a long time without flesh to touch, to inhabit, to fuck..

I have to go now, there are so many things to do. I've been chosen to be part of the fist 250 to be reborn on the other side and I will have to learn things from those boring Capricans. Hopefully I will have other opportunities to write down my feelings in you my sweet diary before .. well just before.

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