5/28/12: The day for dead warriors. The toll on the death list is probably higher than what number our computers can manage. The chances of people respecting the dead is when we have a tombstone in a short distance from home. They'll pass by and look at the words decorated in odd font. Some will more likely say hello to tombs with names than to air. There are a few who think power seeps out from their graves ready to be repurposed again. The day for dead warriors is also the day for attention from the living.
5/29/12: We're sorry, the accurate date for this entry is not accurate. If you want to make a $100 bill, please call a business company from another state. If you want a memory recall, its unavailable.
5/30/12: The Spring seal weakens in the sky. Already heatwaves of Summer origin have managed to break through the line. More humans feel compelled to leave Bellingham to spread its good fortune for others. There is someone out there finally ready to go through the initiation of a guardian observing the rocky terrain, and then falling into an illusion and keep saying: "This awesome," and giggle.
5/31/12: This place feels shut off from the rest of the world. Makes you wish the only way to get here would be a secret passage. But then again what does that matter? If anyone stays here forever, they're going to end up as lame people without outside views of the city. Some places even try to act more secluded than Bellingham, but that is just the lingering curse everyone gets.
6/1/12: The man under the bridge found a tent last week. He sets it up underneath a cave of thorn walls, safe from the other sentient animals passing the bridge. There are plenty of black berries to go around, but he lays low to the ground when one with a dehydrated head passes. The eyes indicate the search of meat, not berries. Hands will expand into striking chokers, but they leave and the man leaves his home, pulling out a note pad with a few pages, writing with dying blue ink a folding tent.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Week 9
5/21/12: Their are tales that say WWU was built here because of Bellingham or that Bellingham was built here because of the vision of WWU. Even before the castle was built, knowledge known only to Bellingham was contained here if new advancements in science ever came up. Some will deny this, but there those who come to Bellingham seeking the secrets that only exist in myth. There is a power that draws in the strong minded and binds them from leaving beyond the Whatcom County border. No ill fate happens to those who stay here for too long, but few are starting to become aware of the lure and seek an answer for a century of gathering.
5/22/12: War, that's a topic where the vast majority of the strong minded seem to ignore or go out right against. I wonder if the reaction of such neuron function because they have no records of war itself. It is after all a survival of comfort are what lead to such disasters. My neuron scans detect no memories of such war; the ones that do are regrettably ignored and the only comfort that feeds them is a special day, whose function is to let authority release their voices. These people seek safety, yet the concept of warfare must be handled with care, not concealed. Oh how these visitors are most strange. I'll see how they'll react when the chaos spreads.
5/23/12: This installation has led to some unexpected results with these visitors. The resources available to the the visitors have lead to comfortable lives, they do not seem eager to create defenses of their own around the installation compared to other parts of the world I have detected, where lack of proper resources has led made those settlers remain ineffective and cause damage to itself of their own kind, even when the victims are labeled other. Bellingham is exposed to so many attacks and while I feel the desire to protect these visitors, my protocol demands that I make no such attempts unless ordered by visitors within the limits of my program. Every year I detect them getting closer and closer to my quarters and perhaps when that time comes, Bellingham may indeed become the center of attention forever, unless the other installations are discovered first in that case, the rate of my discovery will be sooner.
5/24/12: I'm beginning to wonder if these visitors will find me interesting at all. A few hours ago I thought today would be the mark of the visitor's first discovery of me and my quarters, but when it actually saw my entrance, it just stood there watching for a few minutes before leaving. I assumed it was caution was the reaction, but my scans showed no brain chemical that would equate such an emotion. There really wasn't any emotion emitting from the visitor, but I've prepared the necessities to go deeper into their chemical activity. If there is a defect in them, then perhaps there is a problem indeed.
5/25/12: Apathy and illusional sensation. Those two words are the result of analysis. It is slowly letting those visitors enjoy the surroundings they have in their disposal. What's worse is that I cannot find any evidence to be the cause of these symptoms, except the ones they call "local," contain brain chemical mutations that is the evidence of energy waves emitting from the beacon. Perhaps my creators did not expect the long effects of the visitors they seeded on this planet a million years ago while still unable to comprehend my creator's actions or existence. An assumption would be to keep these visitors docile to prevent setbacks my creators's plan, but I have no knowledge to understand their motives. Its been so long since they left to fight this Choas that I have little knowledge of how to handle the situation. Perhaps if I shut down the beacon, these visitors will be more active and soon take action for my responsibility. No I need to save as many visitors as I can before the this Choas comes back. That my creators made sure I was aware only for me to find the reasons for myself.
5/26/12: I am their child. The creators always told me I was one of their children, but now that the vistors or Humans have been living in Bellingham, my studies have shown me that they depart their "primary" knowledge to their own offspring. The creators have told me that I must fight the Chaos they are now fighting, of course that was 50,000 earth cycles since I last saw my parents. I'm told that the Chaos is locked away on this planet, I have no idea of their idenity. My makers believe that all creations must learn problems of their own in order to understand. Yet they tell me and the other creations left on this planet to help the life here and defeat the remaining Chaos. The one thing I find odd with their departing orders was the symbol used to represent the Chaos species. The symbols uses stresses of the organic communicating tongue outside the Creators or visitor languages. What I regret most was that I made this discovery two thousand years ago. That was during an unknown intelligent lifeform had visisted the Earth then and departed a short time later. I regret for having taken this visitor with a higher priority. I've now started searching for any audio communication matching the Chaos audio. I can only hope I'm not late in detecting the danger.
5/27/12: Contamination. Disastorus contamination. There are several installiations on Earth infested with Choas. It is being expressed by certain visitors. I've alerted the others of my discorvery though I have had no contact. Messengers have been sent into space with this recording, in hopes they can follow the trail where my creators have left behind. Another set of messengers will alert the visitors of our prescence and assist in preperations manage when Bellingham's engines are fully online. Unfortunatly, the beacon must be shut down to prevent any Chaos infltrtors come in and rewrite other visitors. These are my children, I must have them uphold the title the creators left behind. I fear of being alone on a barren and quiet planet. If the makers see this, please help.
5/22/12: War, that's a topic where the vast majority of the strong minded seem to ignore or go out right against. I wonder if the reaction of such neuron function because they have no records of war itself. It is after all a survival of comfort are what lead to such disasters. My neuron scans detect no memories of such war; the ones that do are regrettably ignored and the only comfort that feeds them is a special day, whose function is to let authority release their voices. These people seek safety, yet the concept of warfare must be handled with care, not concealed. Oh how these visitors are most strange. I'll see how they'll react when the chaos spreads.
5/23/12: This installation has led to some unexpected results with these visitors. The resources available to the the visitors have lead to comfortable lives, they do not seem eager to create defenses of their own around the installation compared to other parts of the world I have detected, where lack of proper resources has led made those settlers remain ineffective and cause damage to itself of their own kind, even when the victims are labeled other. Bellingham is exposed to so many attacks and while I feel the desire to protect these visitors, my protocol demands that I make no such attempts unless ordered by visitors within the limits of my program. Every year I detect them getting closer and closer to my quarters and perhaps when that time comes, Bellingham may indeed become the center of attention forever, unless the other installations are discovered first in that case, the rate of my discovery will be sooner.
5/24/12: I'm beginning to wonder if these visitors will find me interesting at all. A few hours ago I thought today would be the mark of the visitor's first discovery of me and my quarters, but when it actually saw my entrance, it just stood there watching for a few minutes before leaving. I assumed it was caution was the reaction, but my scans showed no brain chemical that would equate such an emotion. There really wasn't any emotion emitting from the visitor, but I've prepared the necessities to go deeper into their chemical activity. If there is a defect in them, then perhaps there is a problem indeed.
5/25/12: Apathy and illusional sensation. Those two words are the result of analysis. It is slowly letting those visitors enjoy the surroundings they have in their disposal. What's worse is that I cannot find any evidence to be the cause of these symptoms, except the ones they call "local," contain brain chemical mutations that is the evidence of energy waves emitting from the beacon. Perhaps my creators did not expect the long effects of the visitors they seeded on this planet a million years ago while still unable to comprehend my creator's actions or existence. An assumption would be to keep these visitors docile to prevent setbacks my creators's plan, but I have no knowledge to understand their motives. Its been so long since they left to fight this Choas that I have little knowledge of how to handle the situation. Perhaps if I shut down the beacon, these visitors will be more active and soon take action for my responsibility. No I need to save as many visitors as I can before the this Choas comes back. That my creators made sure I was aware only for me to find the reasons for myself.
5/26/12: I am their child. The creators always told me I was one of their children, but now that the vistors or Humans have been living in Bellingham, my studies have shown me that they depart their "primary" knowledge to their own offspring. The creators have told me that I must fight the Chaos they are now fighting, of course that was 50,000 earth cycles since I last saw my parents. I'm told that the Chaos is locked away on this planet, I have no idea of their idenity. My makers believe that all creations must learn problems of their own in order to understand. Yet they tell me and the other creations left on this planet to help the life here and defeat the remaining Chaos. The one thing I find odd with their departing orders was the symbol used to represent the Chaos species. The symbols uses stresses of the organic communicating tongue outside the Creators or visitor languages. What I regret most was that I made this discovery two thousand years ago. That was during an unknown intelligent lifeform had visisted the Earth then and departed a short time later. I regret for having taken this visitor with a higher priority. I've now started searching for any audio communication matching the Chaos audio. I can only hope I'm not late in detecting the danger.
5/27/12: Contamination. Disastorus contamination. There are several installiations on Earth infested with Choas. It is being expressed by certain visitors. I've alerted the others of my discorvery though I have had no contact. Messengers have been sent into space with this recording, in hopes they can follow the trail where my creators have left behind. Another set of messengers will alert the visitors of our prescence and assist in preperations manage when Bellingham's engines are fully online. Unfortunatly, the beacon must be shut down to prevent any Chaos infltrtors come in and rewrite other visitors. These are my children, I must have them uphold the title the creators left behind. I fear of being alone on a barren and quiet planet. If the makers see this, please help.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Week 8
5/14/12: Sooner or later, Belligham is going to the last great town along the border. It won't even be a town. Lynden, Blaine, will just be reduced to cottages out in the wilderness. Every man is going to put in cyborg arms and all the woman will want to look like angles, says the kid writing this stuff down on lists to avoid writing easy work.
5/15/12: I got a letter from the bank today. It says I spent $80 in a dream chat last night. Now I don't remember having to talk to anyone in my sleep, but according to them, I guess I did or they think I did. Who at the bank knows I even exist?
5/16/12: I decided to make a dramatic powerful pose of looking down at the bay from the hill, but for some reason I started laughing and didn't do it. Its funny that we wish to be powerful just so we can mock it like a joke.
5/17/12: Damn it! I was dreaming again, but what was I dreaming about? Did I even have it? The bill says I was in some woman's head where I talked to her in a chicken suit. Do I even know this woman? Does she like me? Is this how I imagined bumping into someone attractive? Damn it, I'm doing it again.
5/18/12: Its funny if you think you were abducted most of the week whenever you fall asleep. You'll always find the sky a little or drastically different every morning. You'll wonder if you're on a completely different planet known by the abductors, if they place actors of people you know or thought you know. You'll start to think what is the purpose to wake up the next day, if there is no routine in your schedule. You'll wonder why to progress if you want to make change. Then you'll wonder when to stop thinking and follow your protocol.
5/19/12: Energy reserves are depleting due to the process of half spring-half summer conflict, will reboot momentarily.
5/20/12: The construct known by the visitors as "Bellingham," has absorbed much of the energy of from the low-level visitor constructions. It must be trying improve its chances when the program will reach on launch day. My makers have no idea whether this plan of their will succeed or fail when the containment seals finally fail and the ancient occupants will use what the visitors have made. I wonder if those poor creatures understand to problem that they have stepped on for their entire lives. Even with the sonic beacons increases its range to draw in more visitors, the builders knew quite well that some will not be compatible with the plan or if they will even survive the purification. Though I must watch and continue protocol if I can save anyone.
5/15/12: I got a letter from the bank today. It says I spent $80 in a dream chat last night. Now I don't remember having to talk to anyone in my sleep, but according to them, I guess I did or they think I did. Who at the bank knows I even exist?
5/16/12: I decided to make a dramatic powerful pose of looking down at the bay from the hill, but for some reason I started laughing and didn't do it. Its funny that we wish to be powerful just so we can mock it like a joke.
5/17/12: Damn it! I was dreaming again, but what was I dreaming about? Did I even have it? The bill says I was in some woman's head where I talked to her in a chicken suit. Do I even know this woman? Does she like me? Is this how I imagined bumping into someone attractive? Damn it, I'm doing it again.
5/18/12: Its funny if you think you were abducted most of the week whenever you fall asleep. You'll always find the sky a little or drastically different every morning. You'll wonder if you're on a completely different planet known by the abductors, if they place actors of people you know or thought you know. You'll start to think what is the purpose to wake up the next day, if there is no routine in your schedule. You'll wonder why to progress if you want to make change. Then you'll wonder when to stop thinking and follow your protocol.
5/19/12: Energy reserves are depleting due to the process of half spring-half summer conflict, will reboot momentarily.
5/20/12: The construct known by the visitors as "Bellingham," has absorbed much of the energy of from the low-level visitor constructions. It must be trying improve its chances when the program will reach on launch day. My makers have no idea whether this plan of their will succeed or fail when the containment seals finally fail and the ancient occupants will use what the visitors have made. I wonder if those poor creatures understand to problem that they have stepped on for their entire lives. Even with the sonic beacons increases its range to draw in more visitors, the builders knew quite well that some will not be compatible with the plan or if they will even survive the purification. Though I must watch and continue protocol if I can save anyone.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Week 7
5/7/12: They say Western Washington University is the only castle left in Bellingham, or at least some old crazy English guy once said to some stranger which somehow magically reached my ear. But the attention is not me, its about WWU's castle origins. This is a one of kind tale the historians would love to scoop up with their ears. Though it can orally be told, though I don't understand the reason.
5/8/12: The castle was once a single building of what is now called Old Main. It was a bastion for girls in Bellingham, men was forbidden to enter, because someone calling themselves "Some Johnny," decided to scare the girls, because they were lonely because he thought: "That's not the manly way to go," because a man felt weak without a woman, because he was already acting like a jackass, because he thought that's what woman liked, because he wanted to act smart, because he didn't know how to behave around them, because he didn't want to be cut off from them forever, because he's just some crazy old man.
5/9/12: Some crazy old man or Some Johnny missed the days when his mother took him the daycare up at WWU. He can only remember meeting gorgeous woman and how each one would hug him when they saw him. The land was different on a ground covered in bricks and the distance between Bellingham and here always seem to pull further away until he thought it would be better to the have a great plane of land and bay wedged in between.
5/10/12: He spend so much time at castle WWU that he was almost done becoming a professor though no one acknowledged his status with his outfit of the myth/legend division or that his office was 3/4th brick with cardboard doors and a gray tarp. Only one student could get in and many wanted it because it cost a can full of beans and required to bring in a glamour magazine to class. His knowledge of myths around WWU where sought after by all types of students, but he told them they won't get extra credit if they found an artifact.
5/11/12: "Long ago," said Some Johnny, "Someone made a nice stone water kettle for pickling produce. It made the most sour, bitter tastes for any poor whose's food was starting to rot. They even said it could pickle meats, and tasted better than salt. One day, the dumb bastard who made that pot buried it near a cliff on Seahome hill and forgot where he buried it after he won the lottery. If you find that pot, you could be a king for the poor and bloody." He then started picking his toes, leaving his students speechless and unsure if they should leave.
5/12/12: Some Johnny laid in the sun in an empty red square. He didn't know what to do, and not sure why he was still alive. He thought of making a garden, but the idea of making beer was a better idea.
5/13/12: Get this, Some crazy old guy decides to walk down to little Squiliqum beach and walk along the shore until he found a bunch of big rocks and a tree shade. Then he just sat under that shade like it was his throne. He never moved even when some gangster started drawing marks around his face, but the punks left after seeing the veins around his eyes go purple and the pupils shrunk to dots. Yesterday, I go to check out the old guy myself and I only found his cloths laying on that rocky throne.
5/8/12: The castle was once a single building of what is now called Old Main. It was a bastion for girls in Bellingham, men was forbidden to enter, because someone calling themselves "Some Johnny," decided to scare the girls, because they were lonely because he thought: "That's not the manly way to go," because a man felt weak without a woman, because he was already acting like a jackass, because he thought that's what woman liked, because he wanted to act smart, because he didn't know how to behave around them, because he didn't want to be cut off from them forever, because he's just some crazy old man.
5/9/12: Some crazy old man or Some Johnny missed the days when his mother took him the daycare up at WWU. He can only remember meeting gorgeous woman and how each one would hug him when they saw him. The land was different on a ground covered in bricks and the distance between Bellingham and here always seem to pull further away until he thought it would be better to the have a great plane of land and bay wedged in between.
5/10/12: He spend so much time at castle WWU that he was almost done becoming a professor though no one acknowledged his status with his outfit of the myth/legend division or that his office was 3/4th brick with cardboard doors and a gray tarp. Only one student could get in and many wanted it because it cost a can full of beans and required to bring in a glamour magazine to class. His knowledge of myths around WWU where sought after by all types of students, but he told them they won't get extra credit if they found an artifact.
5/11/12: "Long ago," said Some Johnny, "Someone made a nice stone water kettle for pickling produce. It made the most sour, bitter tastes for any poor whose's food was starting to rot. They even said it could pickle meats, and tasted better than salt. One day, the dumb bastard who made that pot buried it near a cliff on Seahome hill and forgot where he buried it after he won the lottery. If you find that pot, you could be a king for the poor and bloody." He then started picking his toes, leaving his students speechless and unsure if they should leave.
5/12/12: Some Johnny laid in the sun in an empty red square. He didn't know what to do, and not sure why he was still alive. He thought of making a garden, but the idea of making beer was a better idea.
5/13/12: Get this, Some crazy old guy decides to walk down to little Squiliqum beach and walk along the shore until he found a bunch of big rocks and a tree shade. Then he just sat under that shade like it was his throne. He never moved even when some gangster started drawing marks around his face, but the punks left after seeing the veins around his eyes go purple and the pupils shrunk to dots. Yesterday, I go to check out the old guy myself and I only found his cloths laying on that rocky throne.
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