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Dear friends of the community. Forgive me for I have sinned. It has been too long since my last scene. I just been so busy. Also I feel a bit ashamed to post if I cannot read your great stuff, and that happened too often. Tomorrow evening I have time to read a few pieces and comment.

For now here is part of a chapter from the #thedeathofanemperor called the Funeral. I shared a bit earlier, and I overlap some of a new scene with the older one. It is still somewhere in the middle though.

The Funeral

Song moves up the big steps and with each step her sister’s words swirl around and diffuse the real world.

Step

“Song, listen to yourself. You are the youngest research leader ever on this post.”

Step

“This is what you always wanted.”

Step

“How can you sit here and be such a fraud?”

Step

“Children, a family, making rolling donkeys all day? That is not you.”

Step

“Is this why Peng-Shi left you?”

She trips and slumps on the wet stairs. She loses composure and starts to sob. Here she is: the research promise of Beijing crying on the steps to the Pool of Tears. Her grandfather's father a rice farmer not far from where she grew up in Kunming, her mother’s family traders. Her parents people of the traditional theater. All dedicated people with a plan and purpose. A family with pride and a sense of ownership and responsibility. Every day she struggles keep up the honor of their family tradition, yet one touch of a friendly hand can change everything. Everything.

“Are you ok?” A friendly voice, young yet burdened with power. The heavy accent does not give away his roots. She cannot lose face in front of a visitor of the forbidden city. Face down still she wipes her tears and takes his hand, it’s rough, strong. Then she turns around. Only a close friend would notice how startled she is. The stranger paints a huge grin on his face. Song’s face stoic, her heart skipping beats.

“Is everything ok with you?” Song still cannot utter a word.

“Sorry, maybe I am being rude.” He leans in a bit and whispers: “In case you did not notice: I am not from here.”

His elaborate hand gestures indicating where here is break the ice. A hint of a smile dances around the corner of her mouth.

“Here it is accustomed to introduce yourself when you meet someone new.” She almost added “and interesting” to that, but she contains herself.

His unwavering smile melts the ice a bit more, but when his face turns red Song bends her head to hide her smile. She knows people are carefully analyzing this meeting, like every step she takes. Counselor Feng has allies all over court.

He bows in a western style.

“Aaron, my name is Aaron. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Here it is also accustomed to not assume how others are feeling. My name is Zhang Song.” She paused, hesitated. “It is also... my pleasure to meet you.”

Then something else takes over while Aaron’s mouth moves. Words about something, yet no longer relevant. So she nods and give a short bow, as if she is higher in rank. It is totally lost on him.

“Come, we really cannot talk here.”

“Wait! Are my contact?” If she would know what that means she would stop dead in her tracks. But she does not know.

She turns to finish the stairs she started, while Aaron follows. They past the Pool of Tears, bustling with the preparation of tomorrow’s funeral and past the kitchens. Finally, with shaking hands she opens a small door and they enger a private chamber of the prince’s study. She had spend many hours here with Peng-Shi, who was not here. None of his servants were here. He was still on Europa and also tomorrow he would be here. Her head was spinning.

“Why are we here?” Aaron’s voice cuts straight into the room. Song looks to him as if he just appeared.

“Eh, I apologize. I do not really know. I just knew we could not talk on the stairs to the pool of tears, too many eyes.”

“Is that why you talked so softly? Zhuang Song, it is a miracle I found you so quickly in the maze of buildings, so where are the supplies?”

“Sorry, how... Zhuang?” He mind races. Zhuang was arrested this morning from her room. “I am Zhang Song not... Supplies?” She steps back a few paces. The look on Aaron’s face is clear. This is a mistake.

He quickly reaches his left hand to his mouth.

“Turn it off! I am compromised... yes now.” An awkward pause follows. Song backs away until she hits the bed. Then he is gone. Just like that. The only sound left the beating of her heart in her ears. Then she sits on the bed, hands in her lap, head bend down. An NIIDC. Tomorrow she would see Peng-Shi again, also projected over NIIDC. Was Aaron his real name? What was he doing here? How did he get a hold of an NIIDC? It takes her a while to process it all, to process her feelings. Feelings she did not have for a long time.

She sighs deep and with force and self-regulation makes herself get up and exits the room. All activities in the kitchens and the court appear normal. The sky is the same, the smell after the rain is the same, the noises are the same. Yet everything is changing.

She slowly get up the stairs to the pool of tears, now each step is more resolute and more strong. Deep inside her being, far away and hidden inside Song births the smallest of emotions. Still a fluttering or more like the air you feel from the smallest of flutterings. A kernel of deviance awakes and with it a hope.

On the top she notices counselor Feng turn from behind a pillar to the eastern exit of the pools. Now she should tell him about the strange encounter. Surely Zhuang’s arrest this morning had implications regarding Aaron’s visit, but with a strange joy she ignores him and steps into the complex where she spent so many years of her life. The transition to the normal is sharp, she pushes Aaron away deep. For now.

Inside a new group of girls are waiting. To her surprise liehou Yuen Qiu is standing next to two of the girls, on her hat a single blue feather. Her girls were always exceptional and the most likely candidates to honor the late emperor. Qui’s court beads ticks softly on the stone floor in honor of her age, though nobody really knows. It is rumored she was born before the golden age of biomedical re-engineering. However, even Song could not see any clear markings.

Two other teachers contributed for the other five girls. Outstanding records and both schools of high regard, yet somewhere Song knew one of the duo is going to be the one. Even before she would test them. Qui has a gift for it. All Song could think of now was that one girl that disappeared ten years ago. Qui had not set foot in the forbidden city since then. Yet here she was.

“Lao Liehou Yuen, you honor us with your presence.” Song bows and before she can address the other teachers, she is cut off.

“Please Xiao Song, we know each other too long. Call me Qui, pretend we are just drinking tea in one of the parlors. I have lived too long to recite all the titles invented for me.”

Song offers a warm smile and greets the others.

“Lao Guo Shuang-Li, Lao Zhu Huian, you honor us as well. Let us begin the ritual shall we?”

Song leads the group of women into the inner courtyard, which for the occasion has rows of lanterns hanging over them. Song looks up, the white and blue lanterns swing and blend with the drifting clouds while their sandals click on the stone floor. In the middle a low podium of black wood, over it hung a golden dragon. An electroencephalogram amplification unit for Song, for the others the representation of the Empire. Fresh dirt circles the podium and next to the iron bathtub stand seven flaming torches. All energies are represented. Song moves over a stone path behind the tub, partly blinded by the smoke of the torches.

The girls were instructed well, but tradition dictated certain steps to fold this simple procedure into the realm of mysticism. Peng-Shi explained Song well the importance of the Legacy and how it was build.

“Please unrobe yourself, your bath is ready.”

Naked the girl sets her toes into the dirt, leaving footprints. An announcement for the ancestors to see. Then she steps into the water, and with a white rag Song washes her body, the only noise from the hungry fires. Song then guides her out the bath to the podium where her white garment waits. Song gathers the girl’s wet hair into a knot and pins it. A tradition, reflection the coming of age, yet the pin is shining white. A ritual, a meaning, a mystic element. Building the Legacy. Yet is is only an Advanced ASIC Biosensor Module or AABM, capable of translating the girl’s brain waves for Song’s long term experiments.

“The river of form, the river of mental formations, the river of feelings, the river of perceptions and the river of consciousness. They are always flowing within us, always flowing between us and our ancestors. May your tears bridge our worlds.”

Song knows the words to be hollow, yet they evoke tears. Song’s sensor in her ear indicates the AABM and the EEG-AU communicate well. It is time for the others. One by one she bathes them, clothes them, knots their hair and performs the pinning ritual. Finally, the last girl is ready and it is the second of Qui’s girls. Under the grey clouds where slow flickers of light dance between the shadows of the unlit lanterns she looks just like any young naked chinese girl. Resembling a woman, yet without the depth of what that really means. However, when Song bathes her she notices a scar on her lower belly. It is rare nowadays to be left with an embellishment, yet for some it is a choice. For a girl fit to cry at the Pools it is a first for Song. Stoic she finishes and leads her to the podium. In her white garment and during the fasting of the pin, Song senses she is different than the other girls. How she does not know and she almost gets lost in thought when her ear sensor wakes her up: All devices work well. Later today she can look at the data and make a selection who will be weeping at the grave of the Emperor. Now it is time for Song to escort the girls to their temporary chambers and for the teachers to burn the girl’s old clothing.

While the black smoke swirls through the lanterns, Song looks back at the sun first hiding behind a cloud to then scream at her in violent rays. She slides the door open, a simple common room and several rooms to the small bedroom are flooded in light.

“Please, make yourself at home, you all will attend the funeral tomorrow. You will dine here and sleep here. I am sure you got well instructed, but I must state it again. Rest, stay in your chambers, tomorrow we will fetch you.”

Blinking in the brightness Song makes her way to a small building next to the Pools. Inside the IPT recognizes her and opens door to stone steps, down this time. Song compares the descent to time traveling. The ancient forbidden city melts away above ground, and under the city a second, third and even a more hidden fourth city open up if you are important enough to have clearance. Song has access to level 4, she has no idea if there are more. This section of the lower levels consists of labs build by Peng-Shi and even today she expected to find him there. Then totally unexpected Aaron pops in her head. Distractions she cannot use today.

She hurries to the lab where a small crew is waiting for her. Here the formalities of the court are stripped away. Still some of the un-safeties of the above world remain.

“ Wow, I did not know you could be late. What happened?” A secret meeting with a handsome stranger.

“I met with my sister, then the ceremony took longer than expected.”

No more questions asked.

“Ok let’s pull up the data. Did you Fourier it already?” An inducer question to get focused. They were late already. Her fault.

“Yes, we aligned the data, and we are running a comparison with our base-line data base.”

“Great, could you pull up the data of a girl, the girl that got missing ten years ago?” Some glances. Is this why she was late?

“Of course, any reason why if I may ask?” Yin the curious one.

“Just a hunch, I, well, lets see.”

Statistical models and hours of looking a scraggly lines tire Song’s eyes. She steps away from the screens for a while and meditates in the corner. A soft tap on her shoulder.

“Song, you may want to see this.” Yin again. She ran the data on that girl.

“Is it about... eh what was her name again?”

“Lili”

“Yeah that’s right, Lili. What did you find.” Song sits walks around the 3D-IHAMOD where the graphs are slowly rotating.

“What? That is almost impossible.” Song manipulates the graph to zoom on specific details, important peaks and compares the second derivatives of both graphs.

“Who is the other data from?” Song sounds surprised.

“Eh, it is the last data set we collected today. Lei-Shi is her name. Look, even here the patterns overlap. Do you think it is her? How else...”

Song looks at her. The above world manifests itself again.

“This stays between us, and this file is classified on my authority.” Song closes the figure and transfers it a chip implanted in her skull. A perk of being a research leader at the forbidden city. Now it is the only copy.

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"Why are his eyes sometimes blue, sometimes green?" Mind you these could be ramblings of a dying king... #wordexpanding
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Sure you can read a story from A to B, or you can mix and match, find new stories through filtering and sifting. Find hidden meaning in #wordexpanding  only you can understand.
So many stories, and yet they are all one. Yet who is to say what is the start or not. Find your own path in the Graphical Abstract of what Wordexpanding is up to now:
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that is an interesting question that I have to investigate to understand. But I like the implication...
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Well that sucks, and unexpected. R.I.P. Prince. Another musical legend leave us way to early...

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Legendary musician Prince has died at the age of 57
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"When all is consumed, rebirth the only option" #wordexpanding #thecave 
Putrid perfume scented the forest. It was in every leaf, every root and every seed. Prime Parasite consuming impulses unknowing to the King’s foragers. Rooted deep and old. Tickling the bones of th…
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"We all know berries and spirits do not mix, that is why I mix them." ~ the shaman, before he poured the first shot on the floor... #wordexpanding the next instalment is out...

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"and then the city burned for days." #wordexpanding  the hyperlink story continues...
That day the city burned. Kishaa’s Pearl burned. No aid came from the South for the old king crumbled to dust braking away into the sands of time. No alchemist nor Autonoom stopped death. So a scen…
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"Those who said it was over, those were right" #wordexpanding  Did the city really fall? Has it been abandoned?
The cup, the staff, the candle. Shards, ash, smoke. Remnants of the red days, when curtains folded, when dungeon after dungeon was filled with screams, rats and a stank floating over the city. Sile…
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Rebirth #wordexpanding <the next chapter> Will the reflections of the moon save the red King?

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Hi guys!

Thanks again for reading my poem "Word formation" on air. I have something that my be worth it. Another poet/writer and I are in a drabble war (we call it #wordexpanding), and sometimes we make an extra layer to back up the main "story-line", because we do not really know the story line ourselves to be honest.

Some stories are poetic in nature, and they stand on their own just fine.

I was wondering if I submit the following work (either now here as written, or then maybe I could find a way to record it), would you deem it worthy for your awesome show?

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Crucial Scrounger

Deteriorated matter floated away on sweet, floral scented wind. Host was done. Soon pelting rains would come back to crush-hurt-maim.

Shivering it fed its children to the world. On their own to find their meaning, to drink from the potency of the obtained. Nor would it matter. Dreams do not end with the host, the swarm vibrates on higher planes, for superior resolves.

Now all it had to do, is wait. Just to sit out eternity. To float beyond skins of time and be free. No wait, voices!

“See here is the specimen, let’s carefully extract it.”

Ah, the possibilities.

[END]

Anyway let me know!

- Marco
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"Then again, I always knew I was not lost, but always found..." #Wordexpandig  
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Marco Casteleijn was born and raised in Bergambacht, now living in Finland.

After HBO did my Msc and PhD in Oulu, Finland. Now I am working in Helsinki. Married with three children, and in my free time I love to write poetry and short stories.

Please find some of my stories on Wattpad or here in the different communities while I work on my lyrical poem "My Opaque Dreams" and a SciFi novel "The Death of an Emperor".

At the Centre of Drug Research in the University of Helsinki I am currently working on pharmaceutical protein development, drug delivery and protein engineering.

If you know me personally, added me to your circles and want me to add you back, please send a personal message to me. Many have me in their circles, and I cannot keep track of everybody, thanks for understanding...
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