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2011-it didn't surprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.
"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.
It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
and about weird things
Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .
the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places these lice- like
sub dermal inserts
might settle in.
Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
calibrated like a Christmas tree.
The illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy. What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb like
embeds
.Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.
Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."
In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.
The next morning a smiling Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ." I may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
" I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
"What bugs?"Oliver asked
"The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
"It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
Now.
I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.
--------------------------------------------------------2------------------------------------------------------------
"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
a man
in
a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway
to not
appear
invited.
Recognizing
the man to be the same man from the previous evening
peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
Peter suddenly became self conscious
wondering
How his manner appeared to
The Man in the Van
"you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
the house .,
the development, the town...
Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
-sorry, "the man continued
sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
my
greetings. ...
. I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...
the man ...leaned over to the passenger side of the van and
reappeared
now
wearing a headset...that wrapped around his skull and temples
The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
somehow...
and for the first time Peter let himself
relax..
The man in the Van
made a gesture
around his ear ...
a circle..
"wish I had
someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat. Popping ope the passenger side,"get in ..."
and
he
didit didnt suprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.
"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.
It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
and about weird things
Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .
the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places these lice- like
subdermal inserts
might settle in.
Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
calibrated like a christmas tree.
The illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy.What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb like
embeds
.Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.
Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."
In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.
The next morning a smiling Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ." I may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
" I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
"What bugs?"Oliver asked
"The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
"It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
Now.
I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.
--------------------------------------------------------2------------------------------------------------------------
"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
a man
in
a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway
to not
appear
invited.
Recognizing
the man to be the same man from the previous evening
peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
Peter suddenly became self conscious
wondering
How his manner appeared to
The Man in the Van
"you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
the house .,
the development,the town...
Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
-sorry,"the man continued
sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
my
greetings. ...
. I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...
The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
somehow...
and for the first time Peter let himself
relax..
The man in the Van
made a gesture
around his ear ...
a circle..
"wish I had
someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat..popping up the passenger side,"get in ..."
and
he
did
2011-it didn't surprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.
"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.
It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
and about weird things
Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .
the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places these lice- like
sub dermal inserts
might settle in.
Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
calibrated like a Christmas tree.
The illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy. What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb like
embeds
.Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.
Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."
In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.
The next morning a smiling Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ." I may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum.
" I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
"What bugs?"Oliver asked
"The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
"It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
Now.
I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.
--------------------------------------------------------2------------------------------------------------------------
"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
a man
in
a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway
to not
appear
invited.
Recognizing
the man to be the same man from the previous evening
peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
Peter suddenly became self conscious
wondering
How his manner appeared to
The Man in the Van
"you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
the house .,
the development, the town...
Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
-sorry, "the man continued
sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
my
greetings. ...
. I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...
the man ...leaned over to the passenger side of the van and
reappeared
now
wearing a headset...that wrapped around his skull and temples
The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
somehow...
and for the first time Peter let himself
relax..
The man in the Van
made a gesture
around his ear ...
a circle..
"wish I had
someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat. Popping ope the passenger side,"get in ..."
and
he
didit didnt suprise Oliver Moriarity that "The New Way" had tagged his son Peter.Oliver happened to be a software developer at (M)oneywel and was all too familiar with intra cerebral testing sweeps done in and around Hollywood and North Hollywood for "subjects.
"It was just like Pete to be taken for a "non person" drifter.
It sometimes seemed as if Pete went out of his way to look and assume the posture of street trash when in fact he lived in one of the better neighborhoods of Encino.So when Pete who had previously had a problem with drugs came home clasping his hands over his ears ,talking of hearing voices.. it was all Oliver could do to refrain from saying,"I told you so"
Pete informed him that "all he had done" was smoke some crack that previous evening in a hotel with an older couple who "spoke weird"
and about weird things
Oliver asked him what speaking "weird" meant
"i can't explain it,"said a panicked Pete moving in frenzied circles around the living room .,"it was as if they were playing with me,suggesting things I don't know ,I don't know!It's not as if it's coming from my ears.it's from somewhere inside"
"inside what?" Oliver asked, already coming to conclusions aside from the "all we had done was smoke crack"."do you think you can get through the night Pete?"Oliver asked .
the next morning Oliver asked some of the "security officers" "did we do a sweep and seed in North Hollywood last night?next asking if he could borrow a sensing wand to see if an RFD chip in his cat was still viable after a skin infection.At home that evening he raked the "wand" through Pete's hairline and other places these lice- like
subdermal inserts
might settle in.
Not surprisingly the "chip" wand
calibrated like a christmas tree.
The illegality of human testing in his chosen field required some diplomacy.What some might consider abhorrent Oliver considered standard practice, certainly nothing to make the fuss his wayward son was making about "a few little bugs"probably for some schematic integrated design department at one of the universities.
Oliver took Pete, still with hands over his ears, which Oliver found odd as this type of spacing of nano was more indicative of voice to skull loops than traditional
comb like
embeds
.Hmmm, he'd have to ask Pete about the pulse rhythms when Pete's hysterics passed.
Oliver placed a call to a private physician who was familiar with delicate matters.
It was all Oliver could do to not slap his half sobbing half screaming son during the long trip to Banning.
"See what happens when you lay down with fleas,"Oliver said,"one sometimes gets bugs."
In less than twenty minutes the filaments were removed and "the voices' stopped.The removed" micro "placed neatly in a small plasticine bag.
The next morning a smiling Pete told his father he had called a lawyer to "find , destroy and restitute"
himself ." I may never have to work again"
Oliver reminded Pete he hadn't worked a day in his life and focused on his newspaper.
"
Oliver imagined the dollar signs Pete saw in "this case"
Oliver imagined his son saw his name in the press, as if he would want to "get famous" being tagged like some street bum." I want those bugs.or whatever you call them"Peter said
"What bugs?"Oliver asked
"The bugs we drove all the way to Banning to get taken out of me"
"It's not something one pursues. It's something one forgets. Besides there's a very good chance that the entire situation was drug induced."
"You scanned me with a wand Dad...well,with or without I will get to the bottom of this or my lawyer will."
Oliver stood up and cracked the now folded newspaper on the kitchen table.
"Leave my house...Pack your bags and go.
Now.
I will not have a crazy person in my house.I will not have a crazy person talking about bugs and chips in my house.
--------------------------------------------------------2------------------------------------------------------------
"he threw you out huh?"Pete heard
a man
in
a van in just far away enough from "his" driveway
to not
appear
invited.
Recognizing
the man to be the same man from the previous evening
peter began to walk quickly towards his front door..
Peter suddenly became self conscious
wondering
How his manner appeared to
The Man in the Van
"you don't belong here.." the man said ..waving his hand...indicating
the house .,
the development,the town...
Smiling a big smile The Man in the Van said,
"you probably never did...
-sorry,"the man continued
sincerely. "for my over eagerness....with
my
greetings. ...
. I just thought you
looked like a kid who could use
a bit of
Merge...
the man ...leaned over to the passenger side of the van and
reappeared
now
wearing a headset...that wrapped around his skull and temples
The Man in the Van now looked funny...less fearsome...
somehow...
and for the first time Peter let himself
relax..
The man in the Van
made a gesture
around his ear ...
a circle..
"wish I had
someone tag me when I was your age..."the Man in the Van said...leaning away from the driver's seat..popping up the passenger side,"get in ..."
and
he
did
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