Showing posts with label President Savage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label President Savage. Show all posts

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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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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