Isha's findings

May 14, 2005 at 17:58 o\clock

Daydream

by: isha_on_life

Mood: fictional
Listening to: air

A car shot past in front of me as the smoke cleared..first the lights, then the noise as the world came back into focus and I spun around to stop on my feet, head up slowly looking into the night, I had arrived near a highway...damm portable control panels, never provide instructions on landing points - you gotta enter your coordinates and hope for a decent arrival.. About 60,000 metres of roads, lights and highways stretched out before me.. I had to find my contact asap... on this planet, if you are noticed you are likely to get into trouble - strangers are made to bear the brunt of emotional angst, scapegoats for society's frustrations, a good way to explain over-spending or internal corruption... I kept my head down and moved into a crowd of people, if I looked as though I knew where I was going, I should be ok.. Where I come from everyone is telepathic, you can read a persons thoughts from a single glance.. I had advanced this skill, I can now read a photograph.. my psychic abilities always help me stay safe from danger and nasty types..always helped me study the right things for exams too!...

.... "you are here for the tour mam??".. "yes thank you, I have a booking" .. "welcome to ursa minor!, you are in room 12, here is your key, let me know if you need anything, enjoy "..

during the night, I woke up from the traffic noise - how do they sleep here!!??.. - I can get by without sleep now, for up to a month... a brief meditation provides sufficient energy but I prefer real sleep....I got up to review the tour details and make notes, I sent a message to amelia and tristan..amelia has been following my story, she knew I had to come here alone.. she is becoming a follower.. tristan is learning about my language, I am training him, we are going to meet up and write up our idea.. he knows who I am

At 9:15am both suns were up, five layers of atmosphere were visible.. since they figured out atmospheric re-processing, the air was clean, no pollution just noise and busy skies.. I made my way to the auditorium to meet the coordinator and register.. I had been selected from a small group of assistants.. while I was here, I would try to find my contact, if I can find him we could stop the war.... The night before I had reviewed his photo, he was worrying about whether there was any hope at all, he seemed to think he had lost something very important, he looked so unhappy now..... I knew I was running out of time, how could I tell him everything would be alright!!??


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