Status
Report on Subject A-443-C
6:13am:
Subject A awakes 2 minutes before alarm clock. Subject immediately
grabs pen and notepad.
6:16am:
Subject finishes jotting down in dream journal (photocopy entry).
(must log entry to uncover key)
6:44am:
After shower, shave. Subject leaves apartment and heads to subway to
catch train.
6:51am:
Subject stops at news-stand, buys a pack of gum, a coffee and
the morning edition of The Sun. (Must obtain copy of Sun and see what
caught his eye).
7:01am:
Subject heads down to subway...
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Conflict Resolution
Version
Elephant Aardvark
The sweat was starting to fog his goggles. Flies swarmed around his head. The slightest shift of movement crackled the dry grass. The barren trees gave no shade against the sun. His breath was hot inside the helmet.
The enemy patrol crept only yards away. Tight formation. Barrels steadily sweeping the brush. The point-man gave the hand signal for a stop. These guys were pros; they must have sensed something was off.
Scorpio had his orders; wait until the patrol entered the bottleneck. But he knew that things had just become now-or-never.
Leaping from his cover with a roar, the trigger on his weapon squeezed tight, Scorpio lasted about 4 seconds before he started taking hits and his camo jacket was covered in bright yellow splotches of paint.
The sweat was starting to fog his goggles. Flies swarmed around his head. The slightest shift of movement crackled the dry grass. The barren trees gave no shade against the sun. His breath was hot inside the helmet.
The enemy patrol crept only yards away. Tight formation. Barrels steadily sweeping the brush. The point-man gave the hand signal for a stop. These guys were pros; they must have sensed something was off.
Scorpio had his orders; wait until the patrol entered the bottleneck. But he knew that things had just become now-or-never.
Leaping from his cover with a roar, the trigger on his weapon squeezed tight, Scorpio lasted about 4 seconds before he started taking hits and his camo jacket was covered in bright yellow splotches of paint.
Crime Scene Blues
Version
Crimson.1
Stone sighed, took a sip of the stale coffee. Riveta never used to let the pot go stale; she'd either drink it all too fast or make sure a new one got made. He missed her so much. The counselor said that was going to be the case for a long time.
Stone actually preferred it when the other shields busted his chops about seeing the shrink. They made lots of Frasier jokes, and Tony Soprano jokes, and Stone felt a little bit normal. For a little while.
He tried to focus on the bag of evidence from the latest vic. He had his notebook out, but there wasn't much to write about. A lighter, cheap convenience-store type. And the piece of paper, folded, crumpled.
A list.
how i answer the phone
the comic book contest
crows cawing
social-networking software
art vs helping
classmates
The writing getting sloppier, or more hurried, with each item. Two more things.
sun vs moon
anti-max
Stone took another sip. Riveta always loved a good mystery...
Stone sighed, took a sip of the stale coffee. Riveta never used to let the pot go stale; she'd either drink it all too fast or make sure a new one got made. He missed her so much. The counselor said that was going to be the case for a long time.
Stone actually preferred it when the other shields busted his chops about seeing the shrink. They made lots of Frasier jokes, and Tony Soprano jokes, and Stone felt a little bit normal. For a little while.
He tried to focus on the bag of evidence from the latest vic. He had his notebook out, but there wasn't much to write about. A lighter, cheap convenience-store type. And the piece of paper, folded, crumpled.
A list.
how i answer the phone
the comic book contest
crows cawing
social-networking software
art vs helping
classmates
The writing getting sloppier, or more hurried, with each item. Two more things.
sun vs moon
anti-max
Stone took another sip. Riveta always loved a good mystery...
Primal Urge
Version
Echo Foxtrot
It was the alcohol talking, that's what she figured. Why else would anybody make up a blatant lie like that. She stood there, arms folded at her chest, and she glared at him with eyes that a snake could love.
"But sweetie," he said. "It's true. It's the bona fide truth!"
"That's bona fide bullshit," she snapped back. She had the urge to punch his lights out, but she held back that primal instinct.
"Honey..."
"Don't you dare 'honey' me," she interrupted. Her arms fell down to her side and she clenched her fist.
She didn't know why something so lame would make her primal urges kick in; she knew that something inside her awoke and that she was about to unleash hell.
"Baby doll..." he began but never finished as Maggie smashed her fist into his face. And to Maggie that felt exhilarating.
It was the alcohol talking, that's what she figured. Why else would anybody make up a blatant lie like that. She stood there, arms folded at her chest, and she glared at him with eyes that a snake could love.
"But sweetie," he said. "It's true. It's the bona fide truth!"
"That's bona fide bullshit," she snapped back. She had the urge to punch his lights out, but she held back that primal instinct.
"Honey..."
"Don't you dare 'honey' me," she interrupted. Her arms fell down to her side and she clenched her fist.
She didn't know why something so lame would make her primal urges kick in; she knew that something inside her awoke and that she was about to unleash hell.
"Baby doll..." he began but never finished as Maggie smashed her fist into his face. And to Maggie that felt exhilarating.
Understanding the Nature of Coffee
Status
Report on Subject A-443-C
Blog entry of Subject A-443-C.
You ever wake up in a dream? Have you? I think they call it lucid dreaming. Where you awake in your mind and all five senses have kicked in and you can touch, smell, feel, hear and taste everything in that dreamscape.
It happened to me the other morning. It's strange and wonderful and unique because you know you are dreaming and you just go with the flow.
There's this waitress I know who works down at Kelly's Diner. She's really nice. Anyway, my dream begins with me sitting in the diner and drinking coffee and eating Rhubarb Pie, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side.
I never liked that pie, but yet here I am in my dream eating it. And I could taste it as well. And it was sweet and good.
Alice comes over and refills my cup and then she puts down three creamers by it. She then taps the third creamer three times and says: "Try this one it's a kicker."
So I open it up and it looks like cream and I pour it into my coffee cup and then whammo it stirs around automatically and I can see it inside, and it looks like the Milky Way. So I look up to see Alice at the end and she's chatting with three people at the counter and they are all look over at me and smile and...
Blog entry of Subject A-443-C.
You ever wake up in a dream? Have you? I think they call it lucid dreaming. Where you awake in your mind and all five senses have kicked in and you can touch, smell, feel, hear and taste everything in that dreamscape.
It happened to me the other morning. It's strange and wonderful and unique because you know you are dreaming and you just go with the flow.
There's this waitress I know who works down at Kelly's Diner. She's really nice. Anyway, my dream begins with me sitting in the diner and drinking coffee and eating Rhubarb Pie, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side.
I never liked that pie, but yet here I am in my dream eating it. And I could taste it as well. And it was sweet and good.
Alice comes over and refills my cup and then she puts down three creamers by it. She then taps the third creamer three times and says: "Try this one it's a kicker."
So I open it up and it looks like cream and I pour it into my coffee cup and then whammo it stirs around automatically and I can see it inside, and it looks like the Milky Way. So I look up to see Alice at the end and she's chatting with three people at the counter and they are all look over at me and smile and...
The Simplicity of it All
Version
Charlie Ten
Simon awoke on his couch. His eyes fluttering open and the tendrils of the dream slipping away into the night. The sandman giveth and the sandman taketh away.
His TV was on and he hit the volume up a little. His memories were a fog of dreamscape and reality and memories colliding to form a collusive image.
There was something he should be doing, but he couldn't fathom for the life of him what it was supposed to be. It eluded him as if rationality slipped through his colander of a mind.
Still, there was something he remembered he should be doing. He got up and stretched and headed into the kitchenette of his small cramped apartment and put the kettle on for tea.
It should be coffee.
He didn't like coffee. Never developed a taste for it, but still the urge was there. He shook it off for now.
He grabbed the green tea from the cupboard and took out a packet of sweetener.
Sugar. Two sugar.
Simon stopped and look around, as if it was a voice that told him.
Have to answer cellphone.
And before he could finish comprehending that thought, his cellphone chimed. It was set to the theme of Person of Interest.
Simon awoke on his couch. His eyes fluttering open and the tendrils of the dream slipping away into the night. The sandman giveth and the sandman taketh away.
His TV was on and he hit the volume up a little. His memories were a fog of dreamscape and reality and memories colliding to form a collusive image.
There was something he should be doing, but he couldn't fathom for the life of him what it was supposed to be. It eluded him as if rationality slipped through his colander of a mind.
Still, there was something he remembered he should be doing. He got up and stretched and headed into the kitchenette of his small cramped apartment and put the kettle on for tea.
It should be coffee.
He didn't like coffee. Never developed a taste for it, but still the urge was there. He shook it off for now.
He grabbed the green tea from the cupboard and took out a packet of sweetener.
Sugar. Two sugar.
Simon stopped and look around, as if it was a voice that told him.
Have to answer cellphone.
And before he could finish comprehending that thought, his cellphone chimed. It was set to the theme of Person of Interest.
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