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      Back from the depths of his sleep, the dragon Naasir exhaled in a puff of smoke. He’d just woven a wonderful dream —for all dragons and creatures do dream of course, even if most humans doubt it.

      Yawning, Naasir stretched out his long slithery body. Fully stretched, his body was an impressive sight to behold. He was quite old by human standards, while in fact, he was still in his youth, and could very well stay as rambunctiously lively for many other long centuries.

      He had given the final touch to a new world he had been creating in his dream time for many nights now, and was rather proud of it —even if dragons knew no such thing as pride, his feeling at this very moment was very akin to being proud.

      He had filled this world with many wonders, dragons of course, and other creatures yet to be named. And magic was all pervasive in that world, and so slightly cloaked, that it could be used by many.
      It would be a great playground he thought, for he was not a possessive and dictatorial dragon. In fact, he could feel some others were about to step in, and tell and live the story of that world.

      Sighing in delight, like a sleepy cat of majestic dimensions, he cuddled again, about to sink deeply into the harp music playing in his mind, ready to dream and let that story be told again…

      Another Never Ending Story

      Malvina. That name had been thrown into a conversation Yann and Quintin had had together, during which Quintin had felt images come into his awareness. He had instantly liked that name.
      He was feeling the aura of a woman, long hair of a pale rosy color, with a noble bearing. That name had been around, and they had played with it to find more impressions.
      And they had felt it linked to breeding of dragons, in a sort of rookery.

      They’ve both felt her connected to Malika, an online friend of them, whose gentle touch and kindly influence, as well as her passion for dragons seemed to fit in quite interestingly.

      Then on an impulse, Quintin had begun to paint an image around it, letting his feeling guide his movements. He’d loved the peaceful environment he’d drawn, and even if he was not wont to share “unfinished” drawings, he immediately shared the initial sketches with Yann and Fiona.

      They both loved it, and Fiona even considered for a moment adopting one of the cute baby dragons to be born.
      “Buckberry” : that was the name Quintin felt for the baby dragon… But he did not see any character in that picture for Fiona. She would have to decide to step in, to get that baby dragon. What character would she be? A young impetuous rude adventuress, or an o(w)ld wizened witch? Perhaps a bit of both?

      These thoughts were now coming back to him.
      Ever since he had seen Yann’s pictures, those taken when he’d been in Old Albion, he had felt that something strange was manifesting.
      One of these intriguing coincidences: the picture of a cave that Yann has been visiting looked so strikingly similar to Malvina’s Rookery… And that playful kid in the cave was probably linked to Yann.

      So, now that the painting was finished, perhaps he could have people join in the fun. All that was required was imagination…

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        An aspect of Becky has stated
        That primary Becky related:
        “A clone may be called
        An aspect recalled
        Or a probable self delegated”


          Primary Becky, for the first time in decades, felt completely relaxed. Suddenly free of all responsibilities, she lost all sense of linear time, and lost all sense of meaningfulness. She felt as though she had suddenly burst through the imposing double doors of logic, continuity, and meaning, into a vividly colourful world of meaningless nonsense. With no structure or no meaning, no commitments, no limpet- like others, she felt a liberation that was beyond meaningless words and explanations.

          As the doors of meaningfulness flung wide the dazzling light of The Elsespace Arrangement flooded over her, causing a temporary tottering in her frivolous teetering sandals. Whoa! she exclaimed, grabbing the doorframe to steady herself. With a meaningless whoa, an equally pointless wow, and a quick glance back over her shoulder at Meaningwhere (which looked dreadfully constraining and complicated from this new perspective), Becky entered The Elsespace Arrangement.


            Primary Becky woke up as the sun was sinking behind the coconut trees. The grounds of the Serendib Facility were striped with the long golden shadows of evening as Becky sat up in the wicker steamer chair, rubbing her eyes and mumbling the last few remembered words of a dream….. Luce is calling…which she promptly forgot.

            Never one to keep a good thing to herself, Becky had a sudden impulse to call Tina in New Venice and tell her about Serendib. She loved the name Serendib: ‘serendipity.’ Becky had fallen in love with the magical island, and wanted to share it.

            She had a feeling that Tina would like it here.


              Sanso was receiving a communication

              which he translated as:

              “You are invited to The Elsepace Arrangement. Everything allowed. Everything true. Blatant contradictions harmonious.”


                Sanso stopped so suddenly that Zhanna walked right into his back with a wallop and a puff of orange dust.

                Oof! exclaimed Zhanna involuntarily. Are we finally there yet? she asked hopefully. It seemed like an eternity that they’d been travelling through caves and tunnels on the journey to Nishanti . Their last glimpse of sunlight had been the watery chill of the Siberian tundra .

                Sanso turned round to face Zhanna, beaming. We are close! I have just received a communication. We will find Nishanti in The Elsespace Arrangement.

                Where’s that? asked Zhanna.

                HHMMMM, said Sanso, scratching his head, although he didn’t look in the least perturbed. We will know when we find it. Come on, let’s go!


                  Nishanti fidgeted while she waited for her sister Nanda to explain why they were all gathered here in the kitchen, with the doors and windows closed against eavesdroppers.

                  Now, listen to me carefully, sisters, Nanda began. This is a secret! Our brother Gayesh is alive! But nobody is to know, so don’t breathe a word to anyone, ok? Nanda peered sternly into the eyes of each of her young sisters. It would compromise his research project…or something…..anyway, he told me that secrecy is of the utmost importance at this stage, so don’t say a word.

                  Now, go and pack a small bag, each of you, as if for a picnic…not too much! We don’t want anyone to think we’re leaving, just going out for the day.

                  Where are we going, Nanda? asked Nishanti.

                  To the old family home in the mountains, that’s where Gayesh has his facility now.

                  But there’s no roof left on it, Nanda! Eromi said, alarmed. I don’t want to go there!

                  Oh, shush, Eromi, he’s fixed the place up, silly.


                    Primary Becky wandered through the reception rooms on the ground floor, stopping at a bookshelf and selecting a book at random.
                    Fountains of Paradise


                      Roshan sipped his tea thoughtfully. I hope you know what you’re doing, Gayesh.

                      Gayesh smiled confidently at his uncle. Stop worrying, Roshan! It’s all going perfectly to plan. Nishanti will be here in a few days; she will act as bait for the others. Becky is already here, and doing well. I don’t anticipate problems with Becky.

                      Roshan snorted.

                      Gayesh continued: Bea and Leonora have been contacted, although they are not objectively aware yet. We may have to send someone back; we need their cooperation.

                      Roshan raised his eyebrows. And what if they don’t cooperate?

                      Gayesh replied with a sinister chuckle, Leave it to me, uncle. Things are coming together perfectly.


                        “Let me tie up your hair with a ribbon”,
                        To India, said Nanny Gibbon.
                        “In a Glamour Bomb knot
                        Today, as it’s hot,
                        You cute little Wrick with a ribbon.”


                        New Venice, July, 1 st 2035

                        The night was hot in New Venice at this time of the year. The weather patterns had been steadily shifting for many years, and the climate was now sub-tropical in the inundated Big Apple, as more and more people resented the usual coldness of winters, and had subjectively agreed upon a heightening of the temperatures of a few degrees.

                        Though accustomed to tell his body to relax, and vibrate at a lower frequency to counteract the sticky and displeasing effects of the heat, Al was finding sleep hard to find. Usually, he would attribute those moments of twitching slumberness to mass accessing of subjective information and bringing them to the objective. With the eclipse that would occur in the next weeks, those were still time of great cosmic synchronistic congruence.

                        Needless to say, he and Tina had been somewhat stirred by Becky’s sudden casualness, and relative abandon not only of the Reality Play but also of her three lovely first born to her friends.
                        People of that mysterious facility that Becky had briefly spoken so highly of had been doing a fantastic job, considering the very early birth, but still, Al had soon noticed the babies were displaying some kind of emotionless state which was eerie to observe in children that young. He had first thought of a remnant from the birth trauma, but it appeared that they were all perfectly aware, and even more than that, accutely aware of their environment to the point of displaying qualities of awareness akin to telepathy or pre-sentience.

                        Sam’s innate talent with the young ones had been very beneficial to them, and Al was hoping, would help them access their emotional communications as a guidance system to navigate within the immense and potentially overwhelming quantity of subjective information they were given such an easy access to.

                        Finally after having spent so much time before the cyputer, Al was collapsing from tiredness. He threw himself on the tatami for a healthy dose of rejuvenating sleep. Or so he thought…


                        Al woke up with a chill, sweat beading over his eyebrow.
                        He remembered.
                        They would come… Hybrids from their future… He remembered having met one a few years ago.
                        A strange bald guy with piercing eyes and strange snorting twitches on his face. One moment he was talking to him in the middle of the ramp waiting for a condocab, and the moment after, he had forgotten all of this encounter.
                        The guy had said intently to wait for the time when the Dream would remind them it was the Time of the Reunion.
                        So what was next? Aliens coming in their aluminum flying saucepans making mosquito sounds?
                        That sounded awfully like the outrageous rants that old Russian guy named Pasha was making years ago in the archives of Dory —which they had taken as a basis for their Reality Play…

                        Gosh, that dream was so vivid, it couldn’t be a coincidence… Especially since the first Hybrids to make contact all looked like they were clones of Becky!


                        Much to Arona’s surprise…

                        Although I don’t know why I am continually surprised, she thought, surely I am getting used to this weirdo story by now.

                        Well anyway, Arona found herself standing outside of Malvina’s cave. She was still so caught up in the last warm remnants of her delightful reverie in the field of flowers it took her a few moments to realise that the entrance to the cave had disappeared and was now a solid wall of stone.

                        Hmmmm, yes, said Leormn, appearing in the nick of time to answer her unspoken question, Yes, Malvina has been shifting things around again.

                        I can’t get in though! complained the ever astute Arona.

                        No, agreed Leormn reflectively, you can’t. Well there is another entrance, but this has only been disclosed to an elite few. He smiled smugly.


                          I’m worried about Al, Tina, said Becky. He’s really acting strange lately, have you noticed?

                          Noticed! Of course I’ve bloody noticed! exclaimed Tina.

                          Aw, Tina! Becky gave Tina a warm hug.

                          I don’t think he’s getting enough sleep, Becky, Tina continued. Like for example, you know what you were writing in the Reality Play about Becky and the clones? Well, he thinks it’s real! He thinks the babies are clones. He even thinks YOU’RE a clone, Becky!

                          Oh surely not, Tina! Ahahahah! Becky couldn’t help laughing.

                          It’s no laughing matter, Backy, said Tina reproachfully, but Becky’s laughter was infectious and Tina started to smile. Oh stop making me laugh! I’m worried!

                          A gurgling sound erupted from one of the baby Moses baskets. Those babies have such a sense of humour for such tiny things! said Tina, smiling down at the sunny smiling little faces.

                          Haha yes, when they’re not screaming with rage, laughed Becky.

                          Tina frowned. I wonder what Al sees when he looks at them?

                          What do you mean, Tina?

                          Well, didn’t you read Al’s last entry in the Play? Don’t ask me for a link, Becks, look it up yourself!

                          Becky rolled her eyes with mock exasperation. You mean about them being emotionless?

                          He’s reconfiguring their energy to fit his delusions, Becky. He’s becoming so immersed in the Play that he’s believing it’s real . It’s all a bit worrying, because he’ll be going on about dragons and mermaids in the apartment next, or talking chairs or something. I don’t know how to handle it.

                          Hey, I have an idea! Becky said. How about that doctor Muir?



                          Arona looked around, but couldn’t see anything. That sounded just like someone saying PPSSST, she said to herself.

                          PPPSSTT! Over here!

                          A large human form hidden behind voluminous dusty folds of indigo fabric was beckoning to her from behind a rock.

                          Arona! Over here!

                          Arona inched towards the apparition. Sanso? she whispered. Sanso, is that really you?

                          Ahahaha yes, it’s me, and this is my new friend Zhana, he said, courteously introducing the two girls.

                          I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation, Arona. I know where the cave entrances are. You’re most welcome to come with us, if you’d like to. There are no closed entrances in MY cave. Er, Our cave, Sanso corrected himself. Well, MY cave. He laughed. You know what I mean, he said, We all know we each create our own caves, no need to keep droning on and on about it, eh, but what I mean to say is, if you’d like to share a perception of my cave with me, where there are no closed entrances (or indeed exits, depending on your direction and point of perception), you are most welcome to join us.

                          Looking kindly down at Zhana, he continued: I’ll bet my young freind here would appreciate some young female company.

                          We’re going to Nishanti’s place, Arona, said Zhana shyly. Would you like to come with us?


                          Tina, don’t listen, she’s only a clone!

                          AHAHAHAH, now that’s Dory calling us delusional, see Finn
                          I told you she’s a mad woman, believing all
                          that stuff about ancient pyramids in Spain ahahaha

                          I’m not schizophrenic, no no!

                          And now she only speaks about that Wrick she’s just met…

                          STOP THE VOICES IN MY HEAD!


                          Focus on what you KNOW, BE in the NOW

                          ~ I AM ~

                          I KNOW I am more than what I appear to be.
                          I KNOW it is all One Experience.
                          I KNOW I don’t need to know everything, and if I do, information will appear.

                          ~ I KNOW I AM ~




                            Yurick winked at Finn:
                            I don’t know for the evil plans of Gayesh, if he’s in alien abduction business or just trying to create a harem for himself, but Sanso’s seem much less careful about concealing his harem plans ;))


                            Yurick winked at Finn:
                            I don’t know for the evil plans of Gayesh, if he’s in alien abduction business or just trying to create a harem for himself, but Sanso seems much less cautious about concealing his harem plans ;))


                              You see what I mean, Becky? whispered Tina in alarm. Aliens now!


                                Sure aliens… Why not aliens? Becky said with a funny maniac laughter that sent chills through Tina’s back.
                                After all, we’ve been talking to dead people for so long, we’ve forgotten all about alien lives… I want to believe!

                                Well, Tina shrugged in complete abandon, I suppose that would not be your last eccentricity after all… But now that Al starts to believe such utter nonsense is beyond my understanding. I think I need to get more sleep too.
                                See you tomorrow, and have fun with your rugrats darling pooh… she said with a sugary smile while closing the videoconf window.

                                Phew… Becky sighed, with an anxious side glance at the silent cradles that may not stay silent much longer.

                                The rugrats have names you know Tina, she said, more to herself than to the benefit of anyone else.
                                And hell if I remember what they are now…


                                When Veranassessee entered the room, looking for the guests, she was startled to discover the awful mess.

                                At first, she thought the cyclone Ycart may have been doing the wreckage, but soon she found out that no wall was gone, so it was obviously coming from inside the facility.

                                What the…

                                The super-calculator computer had been torn apart, and the electronic insides spread out everywhere.
                                The Confregration would be furious that all was left of their precious asset they entrusted the mad (mmm, mentally challenged) doctor to carry out his insane (err… unusual) experiments was a big pile of unworkable chunks.
                                She was thinking of how she could cover up that mess… given that the doctor was still probably reeling in frilly suspenders and silky dresses, she had time to clean up a bit. The Doc would probably won’t notice a difference, as megalomaniac as he was, he wouldn’t admit that a great part of his strides in his researches on spider genome were coming from the super-calculator…
                                That nose of a b… nurse Bellamy was probably cleaning up his drool, so she might have enough time to act.

                                Pushing aside a few coconuts, Veranassessee backed away suddenly…

                                A trail of purple blood now?

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