Archive for October, 2010

Monday, October 18th, 2010

This blog began as the story of our investigations into a remarkable natural phenomenon: that there are people in the world who do not age. But that discovery has now been superceded by a far greater fact.

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A highly infectious, gene altering retrovirus has been released into the world: an Immortality Plague


Monday, October 18th, 2010

So that it may be a permanent historical record, the site is now closed to new posts.

However, comments remain open. If you wish to contact the authors of this blog, leave a comment anywhere on the blog, and it shall be noticed.

Capstone and Conclusion

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Choices

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Here we see the reverberations of many choices:

Oxadrenals choosing Francine as his scientist and Menniss as his bounty hunter.

Francine choosing to create the second virus.

And the Eldest choosing to extend her protection to the one person in these narratives who entered accidentally. — SB & KT, writing for Francine

Francine

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

In these two updates, we first step back in time to the period of Francine’s manic episode. Having had time to interview her, we can now fill in some important details that the cameras and microphones didn’t show. Then we return to the moment in the Safe Room when Mennis heard Francine calling to him.

As several readers guessed in advance, the Illuminati will find an unexpectedly cunning adversary in this seemingly straightforward woman. Whether she is David with a slingshot or Ulysses tricking the gods, she is a power to be reckoned with. — SB & KT, writing for Francine

Narrative 9. The Invasion

6. Flashback

7. Two Imperatives

The Holocaust

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

We have no comments to make on this horror, other than that, amazingly, it is not the last word. — SB & KT, writing for Richard Menniss

Narrative 9. The Invasion

5. The Holocaust

Alexandros vs. Baehl

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

We have now posted a description of the confrontation between Alexandros and Baehl/Oxadrenals. (We had briefly posted this and the next one earlier, but withdrew them for further editing.) — SB & KT, writing for Richard Menniss

Narrative 9. The Invasion

4. Alexandros vs. Baehl

Note from the Ghostwriters for Richard Menniss

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

Because it is now safe to do so, we have added back some detail previously suppressed about how and where Menniss built his safe room. This information is gathered in a page titled “Safe Room,” and can be found as a link off of the page titled “Gunfire.”

We will also soon publish, in the form of a flashback, Francine’s recollections of what happened during her manic episode. It contains important information.

Currently, there are three updates posted, as shown below. We are writing as quickly as we can. — SB & KT

Narrative 9. The Invasion

1. Gunfire

2. The Blue&Blacks

3. Alexandros

Narrative 9: The Invasion

Sunday, October 17th, 2010

This narrative is currently being written. Updates will appear automatically every 2 – 4 hours here:

Invasion Plan Activated

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

The expected invasion of the Underground is now beginning. Oxadrenals has requested that his own author privileges be revoked. Richard Menniss will take over narration via the two safely hidden ghostwriters assigned to him. Please expect approximately a 12 – 18 hour delay before the first installment appears, in order to allow for prudent time shifting.

Oxadrenals wishes me to add: “All is not lost.” — ObservingAll

Some Serious Sangfroid

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

It takes some serious sangfroid for me to just go ahead and post this, even if I do say so myself.

This is the final installment of the Asclepion,written by two of my ghostwriters, “SB” and “KT.” They put it in first person, but it’s actually made up out of what the camera and microphones showed them.

ObservingAll will shortly make an announcement that shows how well I sing the froid. (gulp) — Ox

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

14. The Tree of Life

Outside Now

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

Here’s my last bits. I’m outside now. Amazing how much brighter the sun is than a lamp!

Probably won’t hear from me for awhile. I’m off to meet Blair, and I’ll be just a tiny bit busy for a while.

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

12. Riot Weather
13. Booster

Weirdness All Around

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

It’s not just Lemon. There’s weirdness all around. — Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

10. The Mask Fetish

A Little Nuts

Friday, October 15th, 2010

OK, what I just saw Lemon doing really weirded me out. I mean, I get it. But it’s a little nuts. — Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

10. A Little Nuts

Overdosing on Gratitude?

Friday, October 15th, 2010

OK, what Kate wrote in her comment got me thinking. She’s right. This really might be too much for Francine.

Not sure what to do. — Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

9. Too Much for Her?

resurrection, Day 2

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

It’s resurrection day 2, and the place is lighting up with gratitude rays.  Even Francine is taking it in. — Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

8. Gratitude Rays

So intensely beautiful.

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

The latest update by Janice is so intensely beautiful I’m reproducing most of it here:
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Rembrandt’s paintings don’t just show faces.  They bring out what’s behind the face; they show thoughts and feelings; they show souls.  Other painters do that too, but I think Rembrandt’s the best, especially for old people.  And Leyla was really, really old.  She had big white cataracts across both eyes and swollen legs and blue lips, but the main thing was the wrinkles.  Like when they put an old Native American on the cover of National Geographic and all you can do is stare at the wrinkles and see stories?  Leyla had lived three and a half thousand years, give or take, and her wrinkles were Grand Canyon deep with stories. So deep you could go backpacking in them. (more…)

Need A Rembrandt

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

Tried my best with this one, but really you’d need Rembrandt to show what it was like. Or Krzysztof Kieslowski.

Since they’re both dead, all I can offer is words. And just mine, too. Shakespeare’s as scarce these days as all the others. — Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

7. The Hexagon of Life

Author Privileges Denied

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Author privileges for Stephen, Kate, Flyss and Strattera: DENIED — ObservingAll

Convincing Her

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Hi everyone.

Baehl is too busy for a bit, so he asked me to step in. A little tender since it’s my own words I’m announcing but hell with that.

Actually, this one is just news. The next update I’m posting is taking me a while to write because it’s more than that.

Or trying to be, anyhow. – Janice

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

6. Convincing Her

Author Privileges Given to Janice

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Author privileges given to Janice. — ObservingAll

Live Blogging Immortality

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

FYI, The Asclepion is almost real time now. Live blogging immortality!

In case bad stuff happens, I got two writers stashed away safe, and they’ll keep writing (maybe working with raw stuff from Menniss or even Francine.)

Why am I so sanguine about the bad stuff? Why don’t I freak like Menniss did? Because of two reasons, one big one and the other one pretty big too.

And two other reasons.

Reason # 3: I just don’t freak. A little Ox apologia here:

We live in a world where critters eat each other alive. All the time. Foxes do it. Birds do it. (Bees don’t do it so much, but they’re an exception. Actually, most bees don’t do the other thing either.)

The other day, I watched a horse rip a dandelion from the ground and even though there wasn’t very much blood I thought: Yi, yi, it’s a tough world. And that’s not even getting into what bacteria do, the little monsters.

Also, horribly sad stuff happens, if not to you than to other people. So you have to find a way to deal.

My solution: be Oxadrenals.

(What’s your solution? Even if you haven’t personally outlived your children, I can guarantee pretty much every second it’s happening to someone in the world. Don’t they count? Is it just their problem?)

Reason # 4 The people I have workingdown here are creative, unpredictable and half crazy. Like me. Not a single solid, studious type.

Which makes it hard for the Illuminati. They’re too organized, thoughtful and sane to figure us out. We don’t throw straight punches. Everything we do comes at em like a left hook from nowhere. — Ox

The Scar

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

No comment needed on this update I don’t think. Which ordinarily wouldn’t hold me back a second. But I’m smiling too wide to get any words out.

Face is being seriously stretched. — Ox

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

5. The Scar on My Knee

Rumblings

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Rumblings about the blog authors being set free. I’ll let you know more when I do. Crossing my fingers and toes, and eyes too! — Ox

What Kind of Shivering?

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

And here’s just a wee bit cheerier one written by Janice. — Ox

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

4. What Kind of Shivering?

Narrative 8

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

It starts from Richard Menniss’ point of view. Really, he pretty much wrote these parts himself. I just tidied a little.

Actually, he wrote most of Narrative 4 too and his parts of Narrative 6, only he didn’t know he was writing a narrative. You see, he got in a confessing mood after he realized what a major creep he’d been, and I let him confess everything to me. In writing. And then I posted it.

(Didn’t tell him about the posting. Oops.)

Anyway, he’s a colorful writer, if a bit black and white. And depressing as heck. — Ox

Narrative 8. The Asclepion

1. The Fortress

2. Yet Another Way She Transcended Him

3. The Safe Room

Saul reminding me of Bob (but a heck of a lot more polite)

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Here’s the part I had in mind when I said that Saul said things that reminded me of things Bob’s said.

The world of mortals carries the choice. Or rather, shall make the choice, and in only one way.  For if you stop it here, which you can do, they shall reach it elsewhere.

They’re learning to regrow organs, Eldest, and to construct machines in lieu of organs.  They are reading this DNA and will in time understand the words themselves.

Whether today or in ten centuries, all at once or in fits and starts, mortals shall bring an end to death.  Whether curse or blessing, it shall come as mere fact.

As mere fact, Eldest.

Mortals have the desire, and they shall soon have the power; they will learn to live forever and, regardless of philosophy, they will in the end choose to do so.

And The Eldest agreed. — Ox

The Asclepion

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Since, amazingly, I’m still around, we’re starting the next — and probably the last — narrative. I’m calling it “The Asclepion.” Which (for those lots of you who don’t know ancient Greek and those few who don’t know how to Google) refers to a healing temple.

There will be lots of authors for this part, not just me or Janice. Also, it might get into real time. I’ve set things up so Menniss can insert things by himself.

That seems to make him nervous so he’s sending things to me and I’m fixing em up a bit. I asked Francine if she’d contribute too, but she hasn’t said yes. (She hasn’t said no either. She’s frying size-dwarfing fish.) So, in the mean time, I’m going to write her parts all on my own, with a lot of poetic license. — Ox

Invisible Words on an Invisible Scripture

Monday, October 11th, 2010

It was on a knife’s edge for a minute.

Francine and Lemon had been talking about using a retrovirus to put immortality genes in someone’s DNA. The Eldest overheard them, and said this:

I have had myself taught about this DNA. I have learned of these words inscribed on a scripture hidden deep within the bodies of all beings. Words inscribed by some god or goddess who knew of writing four billion years before humans learned. And this creature you possess [she means the retrovirus], it shall on your instructions reinscribe this scripture?

Is that not sacrilege? Can I permit it? Can I sanction offense to a god or goddess I do not know, and one so powerful?

What Francine said in response didn’t exactly help, but, in in the end, Saul and Janice convinced her.

(Actually, what Saul says is pretty much the same as what Bob and a few other people commenting on this blog have said. Only he’s a heck of a lot more polite.) — Ox

Narrative 7. The Hospice

17. Deinos

18. Invisible Words on an Invisible Scripture

19. Menniss Wakes Up

Exciting parts coming

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

I seem to be still around. Surprising. You’d think the Illuminati would be more on the ball.

Well, as long as I’m here I’m going to comment. Can’t help. My nature.

The parts going up tomorrow are pretty darn exciting. I really ought to parcel them out over a couple of days, but, naah. I’m not mean enough. The rest of Narrative 7 will appear in one burst.– Ox

P.S. Though, of course, as probably some of you have noticed, installments sometimes appear over there before I mention them here. Just saying …

Waiting is Not an Option

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Narrative 7. The Hospice

16. Waiting is not an Option

The sensible thing

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Yeah, the sensible thing to do is years of animal testing. But when someone’s about to die, how does waiting help them? And that’s not to mention the invasion by people in pretty uniforms that might happen any day now. — Ox

And Then it Happened

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Narrative 7. The Hospice

15. And then it happened

Reaching October 7th

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

The narrative is now up to October 7th 2010. That’s a day that should go down in history as Big.

In real life, it’s October 10th and we’ve already tested it. — Ox

Socrates and the Eldest

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

Narrative 7. The Hospice

14. Socrates and The Eldest

October 3rd, 2010

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

The update going up tomorrow morning is special. For one thing, it has a discussion straight from Saul’s mouth about the friendship between Socrates and The Eldest.

For another, this blog gets mentioned.

Also, it covers several months and brings the narrative right up to October 3rd, 2010.

Remember what happened then? — Ox

Two updates

Saturday, October 9th, 2010

Narrative 7. The Hospice

12. My Saviour: and just when I was starting to like her for herself

13. Meet the Sequencing Clock

A Signpost

Friday, October 8th, 2010

I know it’s going to be hard to keep track of the time frame with the narratives zooming up toward the present while the present itself keeps moseying along at its usual slow-poke rate of one day per day.

Here’s a sign post: Today, Janice asked me, “What kind of shivering do you have to do on your way up from death to immortality?”

When you read her saying that, which won’t be too long, you’ll know you’re getting filled in on something that happened on October 8th, 2010 — Ox

Dr. Lemon

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Narrative 7. The Hospice

11. Dr. Lemon

Would you now agree I did the right thing?

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Remember when Stephen revealed that I’d been fooling all of you about who the Bounty Hunter really is, but that I was justified in the deception? At which  Flyss got furious, and then still more so when Kate admitted that she knew too?

But now I can explain myself: If Flyss had followed the real Bounty Hunter, she would have discovered where the Immortality Project is. But because I successfully diverted her (and it wasn’t easy!) she doesn’t know, and the others don’t either. Since they don’t know, there’s no reason for the Illuminati to interrogate them.

Would you now agree I did the right thing to fool all you just that little bit?

Whew. Hated to have to wait so long to explain myself. — Oxadrenals

Hexagons

Friday, October 8th, 2010

What Happened on October 7th, 2010

Friday, October 8th, 2010

As per Oxadrenal’s instructions, I shall rapidly post the seven short installments that will bring you up to date with what happened on October 7th, 2010. — ObservingAll

Not protecting us anymore

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Remember that little finger I said was keeping me safe? Well, she isn’t keeping me safe anymore. She’s stepped away right when things are craziest, the way she likes to. She hasn’t said no, she hasn’t said yes. She’s letting chance decide. As is her way.

The only thing protecting us now is that the Illuminati don’t know where we are. Not going to last long. But we’re up to an eyeful and more than meets the eye also, I promise you that. It’s just a race to see if we can finish what we’re up to before they get here. My prediction: It will all be over, one way or the other, in a couple of weeks. Either they win or we do.

In the mean time, my own lifespan has become more indefinite, but in a bad way.  So I’ve handed over everything I’ve written to ObservingAll. No matter what happens to me you’ll get to read it.

I’m also writing up some reflections Menniss politely shouted in my ears a bit ago after battering my door down and half throttling me. Those will go up too. And then … well, we’ll see.

Back to the quill. — Ox

Approaching the Present

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Three new installments posted. Janice is now entering the Immortality Project.

This is all still past tense — last winter. But in about six more installments you’ll reach the present tense. And it’s a tense time for me, I can tell you.

Not only can I, but I will. Only, not just now, because someone is banging down my door. Back at you soon. –Ox

Narrative 7. The Hospice

7. If I Don’t Remember

8. The Incarnation

9. Entering the Underground

Two new installments

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

Without taking pleasure in it, I note that stories like these make it difficult to hold onto a belief that the mind is distinct from the brain. Let me hasten to assure you, I find philosophical materialism distasteful. But I progressively have been forced into it. — Saul

Narrative 7. The Hospice

5. A Regular Dalai Lama

6. In the Garden of Neuron

Recording my protest

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

I wish also to lodge here my protest at the kidnapping of the creators of this “blog” by Soraya and her servants.  Though I am confident they have not inflicted bodily harm on our friends, the loss of liberty is a great harm in itself. Here, as elsewhere, the behavior of the Illuminati has not been such as to call forth sympathy, but rather disgust. That they are powerful is not in doubt, but wise? Right? Entitled to respect? I fear not. — Saul

Memory and Mortality

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

Greetings friends. I have read your kind words about the partially “auto” and thoroughly biographical narrative The Hafeem Saul. I thank you.

I appear here now at the request of Janice, who has asked me to comment on the most recently released issue of The Hospice. She is concerned that it might seem irrelevant or petty, and would like me to explicate it. I am glad to do so. And, with the aid of a creature that I am reliably informed is a not a creature at all, but a soft mechanism, namely “ObservingAll,” I have sufficiently mastered the art of “posting” to write the following.

As this “installment” describes, a typically egocentric neurosurgeon, Dr. Ogsbury, attempted to reassure Janice regarding her upcoming brain surgery by informing her that, although she was about to endure said surgery in a fully conscious condition, she would not remember any of it; therefore, in his opinion, matters would stand the same had it never occurred at all. Janice retorted that by the same logic he could have no objection to his own murder. This perceptive remark (by a remarkable young woman) set off a train of reflections in my mind that have not yet run out.

Epictetus wrote: Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which can only exist when I do not?

Very true. Yet I have never met the man who found these words comforting. (Bear in mind I write this as a person who has had the honor of meeting Epictetus.) But exactly why they fail to comfort remains unclear to me, and I have puzzled over the question much of my life.

When I heard Janice’s riposte to the sadly unphilosophical surgeon, I recognized that she had, in her uniquely individual way, raised a penetrating analogy to the problem. I believe it touches the heart of the matter, though in a manner I am still attempting to fathom. How shall I frame it? Perhaps like this:

Suppose I know that I shall soon undergo a savaging at the hands of a surgeon; say, for example, as is typical, he desires to earn the title “sawbones” by so removing my leg. Suppose that I know I shall not receive any anesthesia during this highly anticipated event, and will necessarily savor each tooth of the blade as it hews through my femur. And suppose finally that I will remember none of it.

Have I any cause for complaint? For concern? For demurral? For lawsuit?

At the present moment, I feel no pain. In the future I will remember no pain. If there is anyone who will be harmed by the event, it is therefore not me.

Strangely, though, I do not find this comforting.

Why do I not? — Saul

Narrative 7. The Hospice

4. Not a Philosophical Neurosurgeon

Author Privileges Granted to Saul

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

I have granted author privileges to Saul. — ObservingAll

Sonata

Wednesday, October 6th, 2010

Another post up. And in case any of you say, “What does all this private stuff about Janice have to do with immortality?” I have a ready answer for you. From Janice herself.

Because I’m saying all kinds of brilliant stuff, full of allegories and shit?

Or maybe you just want to get to know me better?

Anyway, we’ll be underground with Francine and the others pretty soon, just hang.

The Hospice

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

Most of Narrative the 7th is already written, but I’m going to dribble it out slowly because I need to do some tricky things with Time.

Like not post about the Present in the Present and give things away to certain folks.

True, most of it Happened in the Past, but it’s going to catch up to the Now pretty darn Soon, and I must start Yesterday to have Space Tomorrow.

(How Einsteinly Zen of me, eh?)

Janice is too sick just now to talk to you all in person. But the beautiful words she already wrote will speak for her just fine. — Ox

Narrative 7. The Hospice

1. Opening Quotation

2. The Real, True Janice

P.S. The Hospice picks up where Narrative 5 ends. You can get to all the narratives from here. Or from here, too.