S e t

On a private road in an open area near the yoga center. It was a late morning on a beautiful autumn day. About twenty interested persons sat or stood at worktables, listening to NLP Instructor Roy Stark. They just got a giveaway sample of his announced NLP Yoga course for advanced, that was scheduled for the time after lunch. The sample presented one excellent technique of many in Roy's yoga system.

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Suggested order of reading:

Lost in the Woods                    

episode   
http://thespiritisfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-in-woods_30.html

S e t

episode
http://thespiritisfree.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-e-t.html 

The Dark Club     

episode   /   chapter:    Abstruse  

http://thespiritisfree.blogspot.com/2009/06/ssssssssssssssss.html

Mankind            

episode   /   chapter:    Riders on the Worm

http://thespiritisfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-news_28.html

Girl Like You    

episode   /   chapter:    Riders on the Worm

http://thespiritisfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-like-you.html

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Mankind

Universal News NGC 4874, Coma Cluster, lj-‡io - standard time: Funny mankind in Milky Way, Local Group eradicating all other species. 

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Lost in the Woods

The Lost Profiler | Mornings baby girl tottered all alone in the woods. "Hellee," Baby Dia said. "Babä."

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The Dark Club

The club was dark and crowded and down in the cellars it had a low and narrow hall, which was consistently illuminated by a clinical light.
Dia sat naked on a bar stool, close to the sparse wall on the right. She was a little excited. Or fascinated.
Krimhilde just selected a lady named Hala P, who had been awaiting this already. Then she called her in front of the audience. Although Hala was shivering and sweating, she seemed as well to require the promised show. Otherwise she looked like feeling queasy, as if she was fearful. But she agreed.
She put off her already meager clothing and was brought to the strap rack. The main light went out, focusing the public's attention directly on the event, now illuminated by spotlight. All the while Deep House added a slow, low score.
Krimhilde pressed the lady down on the rack and fixed her arms and legs. Then she brutely tightened the straps. She forced that twice, continuing until Hala was screaming with pain.
The lady's face got red, beyond the ties her arms and legs got whiter. She puled, hence the domina rawly tied her down even firmer. From above she smiled at her, while listening to her groaning. She looked into her eyes and laughed at her loud. So the lady took a deep breath and upwards she snotted a big, white drool-chunk, right into the domina's face. The slobber leaked down Krimhilde's left cheek.
She obviously didn't like that. Beastly lashing all the Lady's straps much closer again, one after another, she now checked out leasurely, what the lady would bear.
And Hala reared up with her hips, screaming her head off.

Back in the dark main club above and still undressed, Dia needed some water to rinse her mouth. Often she ate or drank nothing, especially when running out. Also the masochistic event down there caused a taste in her mouth. Once unwatched, she tried the water in one of those little basins, that were placed at certain points on both bars. It didn't taste very good.
She ordered a still mineral water.
A snooty, young barkeeper instantly brought it to her.
"455,-- OS," he smirked. 455 Optimal Safeties, this was really a lot! On that reliability one could live two standard weeks or more. Diamond checked her accounts and everything in mind, all she could transfer was at most 250 just now. She'd have to, or else the security wouldn't let her out.
"Haven't got enough bils," she admitted, when the barkeeper was near again. She noticed, the guy wouldn't discuss this at all, unless he got the whole 455.
Dia turned towards a stern girl on her right, who was up to leave the club. "This is a fake," she nervously addressed her. "Could you give me some help?"
The girl accepted.
"Perhaps you could give me your numbers," Dia suggested. "If you don't hear from me within seven hours, you could inform the night watch. Leave, where we met or, what just might happen."
Dia was uncomfortable with actually getting some code now for her petty portable brain, hence for this possible help from a stranger. "You won't take my data also?" she abstrusely tried, anyhow. No, the stiff girl didn't want her's and went away from her.

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Girl like You

Diamond Velvet stood close to the largest bay on lake Prldib. She was naked and barefoot.
Again her night had been sleepless horror, again she had been facing the chicaneries of Pazuzu, howling Prince of Plagues.
A night, that was six hours in this region. An hour, that was fifty minutes - in standard time.
Nearby at the pier all experts of the watching were gathered, nematologists and astrobiologists from the cluster and it's vicinity. "A lot of worms are trailing at close quarters - at least five," Rebellion Sex reported wireless to anybody, thus still strengthening Diamond's slight shudder. His voice sounded toneless, like speaking within her head. Di peered into the more distant bay, now feeling chilly - since she wore not any clothes. Ok, it was still early in the morning, in the temperate zone on The Rock, eighth planet in a one-sun system, located somewhere in NGC 4874, which is an elliptic galaxy in the centre of the Coma Cluster.
Being stark naked more often than not, Diamond could bear a little cold, of course. Often she actually enjoyed it.
Many rocks piled up edgewise the bay, up to a thousand feet into the sky; it turned out to be the attempt of a fjord.
"That worm is pretty near," Rebellion covered. "One's far away, oh - it's big! - Got problems to hold it's locating." Then: "Three are curling nearby. At the surface. - See any of them?"
The water was pretty flat there, especially at the bank. Diamond yet could sense some of the whaleworms, as they were wriggling easefully out there. Time and again one of them showed in parts. This one, half a mile away, was about four yards broad and high, but she couldn't even estimate, how long it was.
"Damn!"
The water splitted vastly.
Momme, the ruler had been caught by a baby, out of the blue, vigourously and right in his belly. Afore the worm just had targeted, then it speared the Ruler accurately on his own solar plexus. In a split second Momme clinged onto the babyworm's nose, now looking at it's neck and back, from above.
"Sex! Why didn't you tell?" the Ruler shrilled, accusing Rebellion Sex, who was the locator for their whaleworm watching.
Yet the babe - less than tree hundred yards in length - moved into the farther bay, wearing it's horseman safely. By the way Momme got a slippy, smoother ride. Soon both reached the black mouth of a grotto, where they approached inside.

To be continued.

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The War Begins

I drove in a city bus, visiting the region left outside. It's beeing blairy all the afternoon til now.

Outside sirens began to cry deeply all over the town. "Now the atomic war yet begins," I thought, regretting. But immediately I strengthened. Having been namby-pamby such a long time, all of a sudden I was the hero, invariably I planned to be.

The bus moved slowly forward through traffic jam, most of the ridership now waiting impatiantly close-by the doors. Others were already out. On the right side we saw fourty office containers, which served as station houses, stratified into four floors one upon the other, many of them in light gray and others in dark teal. "The style of the German police is cool, and disgusting too," I thought, recognizing the blackteal police badges being conspicuously affixed at certain points on any container.
Soon the Bus stopped at an underground working lot. Behind that on the left, bottom of the house was an old, small kiosk. On the other side of the crossing road a long channel went down.
Stepping outside, I registered the sirens being silent. But busy crowds were rumouring all around, running and jumping for their hideouts and bins.
I stepped on the bridge, wondering whether I'd find a fall-out shelter.
Then my life began.