Interceptions?
(begun Monday 6th January at 3.20pm.)
The thought that any of my Controller's proxies might actually be offended were I to incorrectly give them the credit for a specific assault, amuses me no end... Except for the one (and I have no idea why I separate her from the pack of slavering puppets that do me mischief, except that it might have something to do with my fondness for godschild), they are all equally keen to dance to the Operative's orders...
That any of them could dare indulge in eye-rolling outrage at a miss-call on my part, is hilarious... All of their hands are dirty, some more than others, but given time, every last one of them will be capable of inflicting the most cruel tortures upon their targets, as demonstrated repeatedly by their idol, Agent Collin P. Balliram.
Another load of dead leaves on the side path had me sweeping out there fairly early this morning. That would be the path between me here at the desk, and my Controller's three aircon units a few yards away... There's a claredendrum (sp) plant that insists on growing up among the eugenia shrubs, no matter how fiercely I chop it back... It's leaves are much larger that those of the eugenia, and right outside the window, in direct line to two of those aircon units, they are thickly coated with that black sooty substance...
There's another similar plant growing up by the street, and I shall pick a couple of those healthy leaves for you to compare them... What in the world could've caused the leaves just there to become like that?
Something that emanates from either of those two units, while the third is reserved to create the artificial wind tunnels...?
Whatever it is, it's no laughing matter, as you've seen how it covers and degrades much of our stone walls on the terraces and in the courtyard... My Controller saw fit to obtain a proper pressure-hose to clean the walls of their little courtyard between us, so it must have looked pretty bad their side as well..
I no longer consider it has anything to do with exhaust emissions from the busy roads nearby... Some sort of carbon for sure, but to find it so thickly covering the leaves tucked into that corner, was pretty darned interesting... It gets plenty of the baking afternoon sun down that end of the path as well, so a lack of sunlight certainly isn't a contributing factor...
The geoengineering Facebook page had several articles that mentioned carbon, but sadly it's beyond me to link it to the quantum laser technology...
Monday 6th January at 6.06am
Courage per se, is not a pre-requisite required by Recruits to the Quantum Army.. A strong-stomach on the other hand, may be built up gradually in a student, by a cleverly manipulative Tutor... Glorious Tech Warriors, set to save the world? You'll forgive me if I see them as an assortment of Hit & Run specialists, who will learn to duck and dive with agility to avoid accepting culpability for their actions... With every word I scribble here, I seal my own fate further, as these Soldiers of the New Age appear to regard stupidity as a crime more heinous than that of the bloodiest murder... I have no defence on that score, and will go out as I came in, thicker than the proverbial plank..
Were those of you left who still retain a modicum of Good, in a position to advise me, what would you have me do? Do I hear a collective roar of 'JUMP!' ringing across the airwaves? Maybe that will be the only option left me in the end, but right now I'm still too curious to waste much time on contemplating my own demise...
LATER at 6.50am
I took myself up to the top some fifteen minutes ago, to cut a piece of the healthy claredendrum (sp), so that you may compare it to the sad specimen growing outside the windows between ours and Agent Balliram's aircon units...
Job done, and I went on to find that like magic, the access to the waterlines manhole cover in the street opposite our gates appears to have been sprayed a bright yellow for easy identification.. *chokes...
Achieved in the dead of night, by....? No good asking either Sue or her young son, as they're no longer a source of honest information, since signing on the dotted line...
Timing is everything, and I'd taken myself up our stairs at some point yesterday to find the youngster cutting back branches of THIS tree on their front lawn at No. 5.. I'd stood there watching him until he'd packed up his ladder and scuttled out of sight.. Astonishing the things this Experiment will have people do, as neither the GameWrecker nor I, can recall ever seeing that lad help clear the garden in the past...
LATER at 7.25am
At 6.15am the Boss next door had chirruped his remote, and I'd been hit by a bunch of Knives to the Back.. At 7am I'd settled down here at the desk to send out the text reminders for tonight's Sector Policing Meeting, and had immediately acquired a deep and unpleasant ache in the top of the leg nearest those befokte aircon units.. Shortly afterward, I'd hit Send to my Colonel, and to the good Captain Soobrathi, at which point the hadedas nearby rose shrieking... Sheer coincidence, or was there a sudden attempt to intercept those two messages in particular? Will they reach their destination, and if not, why not? It is after all police business, and for the good of the neighbourhood, so one can only hope there's no grubby fingers mucking about with my cellphone this morning...
Peace...
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Monday 6th January 2014 at 8.54am.
