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More Legacy building stuff. #saturdayscenes

Inside

S.uper.visor hooks online. His yellow left eye drifts into focus.

"#YadaYada present, recording via channel AAφ77_@latent2.server, welcome in Scramble. We, the Visors have the answers you seek."

A globe forms like soap bubble, growing bigger until it fills Amari's whole vision. Grey static transforms into images. A black bar underneath produces a shorinophone-like pattern in white. In horror Amari realises she is looking at her mother.

"This is secret footage shot by the traitor Zhu Ren."

"Wait, what, the CEO of QL Electronics?"

"Yeah, Future's Brightness, you must give him that, he turned the company from boring flat displays to a brighter future. Well, he brought us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, us the Visors. Someday we may explain, now it is time for you to listen, observe and learn."

Amari looks her mother, a face she just learn a few weeks ago, now fully automated. As a real treat the visors showed it to her in fully emerged 3D. It is as if she was there, but she is not. A ghost of the future.

"How is this even possible? Scramble was not invented until years later."

"So many question the young have. Yes, we know. Zhou Ren was not CEO yet, he was military back then. He must have been under surveillance most of his life."

S.uper.visor gives a rare smile.

"Please, I want you to see this recording. It is the only video footage we have of your family."

Amari shifts uncomfortable on her seat. Pointless of course. The recording started again from the beginning.

<... / START 3... 2... 1... >

Ren glared at her over the table. He caught her looking at him several times in the shiny polished reflection of the dark black wood. He seemed to recognise her.

An older lady, with deep grooves in her dark, leathery skin tapped a champagne glass and it fell silent, so she glanced over to her right. Ren's stare lingered beyond the point of creepy, then he focused his attention to his left as well. A stylish lady with power. Dressed for the occasion, with a little to much pink for her age.

" Dear guests, I thank you all for showing up at this celebration of democracy and great honour to have such a table full with such great minds and vision. To the future!"

Glasses were raised, chatter returned to the table. Ren spoke to his left to a lady older, before she lost interest, so he resolved to some more staring. Finally, she looked over and they locked eyes.

He mouthed something at her. Subtitles jump in for aid: "Why are you here?"

She smiled warmly at him.

"Liu Zhu Ren, if I would have known you would sit across from me I would have worn a dress with more cleavage. Maybe then you would not stare that long at my face."

"Maybe later, if there is time."

"What would you late wife say about that?"

Ben's face turned red.

"I see bad news travels fast. But I am sure she understood the sacrifices I need to make."

Her slender hand trembled a bit when she took her glass.

"Sorry to excuse myself, I will be right back." Ren leaned over and whispered over her wine glass.

"You will pay for this, you know."

She just gave him a smile while she moved her dark hair away from her dark green eyes.

"And to think I would have given my life back then for a candlelit dinner."

"There is a line you must draw between your dream world and reality."

"You do not see what I see, hear what I hear."

"There is only one world, one life, one purpose, it cannot be found in a game."

"You started this, not me."

Ren walked out of frame and the screen faded to black.

<... END>

Amari's simulated tears tickles her chin. The warm fuzzy feeling of reality more real than life itself.

"Is there more?"

"No, #YadaYada, the rest of the recording was edited and deleted a long time ago."

"Why did you show me this?"

"We felt you needed to see this. This was the night your parents died."

She looks at the yellow eye with horror.

"So the right arm next to my mother, that was my dad?"

"We assume so, unfortunately we cannot be sure. There is not other footage like I said."

She sits silently with her hands in her lap strongly enough contemplating that even the silence here is perfect. No buzzing noises of an airco or electric equipment. Not even the static from her own ears. Just silence.

"One more thing you must know before I hook out, the car got in the accident for unknown reasons, but fatality could have been avoided had the break lines not been tempered with."

"What?"

She looks up. The connection was cut right after the visor's last words. She is sitting again facing the water, the big cranes on her left and Bainbridge Island a dark green strip in the morning light.


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+Marco Casteleijn Why not post a finished product, something in which you have enough confidence to depend on as an end product? It does neither you or the reader or what you've written any good to post a story you haven't bothered to finish. Do you see what I mean? Finish your work before you post it so we can read it without the burden of errors. When you post a story telling us it's a first draft you're making excuses for any errors in it. Show us a story in which there are no errors.
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#saturdayscenes

more Legacy

An early meeting

"Chunhua?"

"Mmm?"

"What is the lead on that low-level runner you poached as an informant?"

"Sorry, I did not have time to follow-up on that. Let me check."

"Please do, the boss is riding my ass on this one."

Some old fashioned clicking and typing.

"Well that is a suprise."

"What?"

"She wrote back. Well, I mean, her profile and her upbringing make her a likely target, but..."

"What did our AI predict?"

"Let me just pull the file for you. Paper copy or...?"

The deep leather groves around Rodolfo's mouth resembled his shoes when he smiled at her.

"The day that we at Zeity will start using implants to do our job..."

"...is the day we lost the game. Yeah, yeah."

Rodolfo's folds above his eyes now creased accordingly to his mood.

"It is true you know, and it is not just a game. It is a war, people just do not know it yet."

Chunhua spits out her gum in the bin next to her and holds up a finger whiles she gets up.

"Hold on, I will get it for you."

Rodolfo waches the tiny chinese agent walk off, then he roles his chair backwards to take a glimps at her screen.





Subject: Re: words on the street

Yes



A heavy thud made him look up.

"I told you she said yes."

A grunt.

"I need to know how she said yes. She seems like a clever girl. Let me read her file."

Chunhua points at the standard black and white clock on the dull brick wall, "you do that. It is way passed my bedtime. Hell, this is not even my time-zone. I see you tomorrow."

No answer. Chunhua shrugs her shoulders, closes her laptop and dangles her leather coat on one finger on the way out. It was unseasonally chilly in Miami this winter.

The next morning, rain flows in waves against the windows. Rodolfo picks his teeth while he stares across the street. She did not come out yet. He cannot blame her.

"Some more hashbrowns hun?" He never got used to the southern lingo. Though he was the son of cuban imigrants, his parents at least had the decency to fly to Toronto and plant their new life there.

"No thank you, just some coffee please. Eh, decaf if you have it."

Then a bright yellow umbrella caught his eye as it hurried across the flooded street, a promise of the sun to come later that day, making everything sticky, humid and umbearable.

He recognized Adisa from the picture in her file. Her back story was as typical as it was tragic, daughter of Nigerian intellectuals, who came to America to work at the university of Tallahassee on political sciences, and started their young family here, died in an uneventful car accident. A legal battle between the social services and the remaining family in Nigeria ensued, unknown to the two young children. Since Adisa was not yet registered as Nigerian, the state decided to keep the siblings together and place them in foster care. They never knew their family back in Africa.

She almost walked passed him, dripping wet with the sound of soggy socks in her sneakers. He looked up.

"Adisa Chukwu?"

She stopped right next to him.

"Who wants to know?"

Rudolf smiled warmly, wrinkling up his deeply tanned face. Had the sun shone today, sure his white teeth would have blinded her. But it was raining still.

"Please sit down, we got your email. Now I read your file, we can offer you something."

Adisa looked around for a second, then across the street, then sat down. The waitress came by with the coffee.

"Can I get you something hun?" Not even a critical glance. It was Miami after all.

"Eh, a coke please. No ice. Thanks."

Rudolf turned his head across the street and thumbed in the direction of a parked car.

"Should we invite you brother as well?"

"How did you..." Adisa did not finish her sentence, "why are you here and what can you offer me?"

Rudolf took out a globular object from his pocket and put it on the table. It rolled slowly to Adisa.

"Mmm, shoddy craftsmanship, the table is not level."

Adisa looked puzzled at the object, but did not pick it up.

"What is this? It looks a bit like an eye."

Rodolfo nodded.

"Close enough. At some very high levels we know that some special players have requested beta testing of what just put here on the table. Currently it is worth a fortune. Luckily we have been able to duplicate the technology. We would like you to have it, and use it during your time in Scramble."

"But what is it?"

"That my young and curious friend is an OpticOculus, Alpha Mark AA, and not even graded yet."

Adisa whistled through her teeth.




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Snippets of the Opaque Dreams

The stabbing dagger goes deep, the ignorance
welcomed in our hearts, misunderstood.
Weeds grew and widened cracks as the sky darkened.
Not being warned for this Evil, this belligerence.
The pendulum swung towards a darkening mood.

Soft whispering to her ear woke her up.
A smile touched the first rays of light,
on it floated the last innocence,
far beyond the burning horizon, never to stop.
To know now that moment, then just an awesome sight.

“My love, my dream. Only I can redeem your pain.”

Fragile her breath fills the world, and escapes unseen.
A blue sky inhales her thoughts. Who am I to speak
in moments like these? I follow her hair while it swirls.
I seek her mouth, and find it where it has always been.
Safe in each other’s world. Harbored in a secret creek.

This faint light in our veins, there only for us to know.
Our hearts pump our love in blushes over our skin,
and red blood feeds the hunger. We are aching.
Time feels sluggish. It holds dear infinity to bestow.
A horsehair holds the sword over the banquet of Sin.

Such joys are the tortures of the loving mind.
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+Arthur Turfa thank you!
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Avian Antics

Birdcalls in the night, chafing, raspy.
Young and hungry.
In-between the glued wood chip trees
Under the tufted fibers, green as grass.

Slowly the darkness rides the tide of light
away from all sounds. Dripping colours,
faded memories. Tastes of stale metal,
flat beer and mouldy air. A red dot stare.

Past the snakes, the berried-flower scrubs,
behind the field and the empty fountain,
cracked and home to petrified toads, lie
lanes of black windows. Empty rows.

In morning glory a beacon, light grabbing
white under reflecting white, scorching
away the day. Yet now, only in the silence
it reflects the sounds of insomniac birds.

(c) Marco G. Casteleijn. 2016 (Poem and Image)

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☞ Poetry Critique  - 
 
Within ongoing work (lyrical poems) this one is the start about philosophy (or the personification of it). Raw not edits, some parts are fixed format. Comments are very welcome.

<

Poets are such unbending fools,
frolicking, flying and drunk.
Lying on their stomachs. Looking
closely at details. Unhindered.
Untouched. Spewing prolix punk.

Where I would bend thought,
they would bend the word
into an utterly absurd kink.
How can abstract flows be
distilled faster that they’re stirred?

I plead: feed me the meaning
driven by vivid eons of silence,
shrouded by the outer-outer limits.
Abstain from the gluttony of imprints
sugar-coated. Inherit only its shyness.

Fivefold five I unfold my life,
while I contemplate on all of this.
Oblivious Momus tries to call me
while I scribble my inner clouds
on pages judged by fools amiss.

Restraint, a black blanket.
All is not what it seems
All it seems is what is not
My past future, and my future’s past.
I surpass my reflection in my Opaque dreams

>

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Within ongoing work (lyrical poems) this one is the start about philosophy (or the personification of it). Raw not edits, some parts are fixed format. Comments are very welcome.

<

Poets are such unbending fools,
frolicking, flying and drunk.
Lying on their stomachs. Looking
closely at details. Unhindered.
Untouched. Spewing prolix punk.

Where I would bend thought,
they would bend the word
into an utterly absurd kink.
How can abstract flows be
distilled faster that they’re stirred?

I plead: feed me the meaning
driven by vivid eons of silence,
shrouded by the outer-outer limits.
Abstain from the gluttony of imprints
sugar-coated. Inherit only its shyness.

Fivefold five I unfold my life,
while I contemplate on all of this.
Oblivious Momus tries to call me
while I scribble my inner clouds
on pages judged by fools amiss.

Restraint, a black blanket.
All is not what it seems
All it seems is what is not
My past future, and my future’s past.
I surpass my reflection in my Opaque dreams

>

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Micropoetry/Haiku/Senryu/Tanka  - 
 
Such a quiet moment

A blank stare.
Pressured nausea inside, turmoil.
The teardrop drips on our floor.

Something
I
did

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+Marco Casteleijn omg! I counted wrong! I am a jack ass. This is still a rad poem though ;)
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An early meeting part 2

Rudolfo glanced at Adisa after she pocketed the ocular enhancer.

"So how does a young girl like you get involved in a game like this?"

Amari looked up.

"Why don't you guys elaborate first on 'Chinese empire' and 'it is war'," while making quotation marks in the air.

Rudolfo shrugs. "What can I say, my colleague has a flair for the dramatic arts. What we do know is that Scramble is designed by several large Chinese corporations, and that the level of addition to the game is unprecedentedly high. Some researchers at Standford are trying to crack the reasons why with some supercomputers and they do not know why. I guess when you mix real life events, augmented players and some superpower some people get nervous and start their own private agency."

"Wait what? Zeity is corporate?"

Rudolfo laughed.

"Girl, I have no idea. It is possible that the government funds the agency, that the agency is posing as a company or that it really is a private company working on the fringes. Hey it pays the bills."

Amari shook her head.

"I understand that you have to lay smokescreens, but I don't believe that Zeity is just a company."

Another shrug.

Amari sighs.

"Very well, at first the game was a good escape, I mean every one has their vice you know? But then I found some information I should have never found."

"What do you mean?"

"Well first I found out we were not adopted from a poor family in Atlanta, but that we were foster kids shortly."

"So, that does mean you were not born in Atlanta."

"That is just it. During a charge I by accident had access to my the records of the adaptation agency. We were immigrants from Nigeria."

"Ah, is that is why you both changed you last name?"

"Bingo. So then I started digging a bit to find out more about my parents, and how they died."

"You mean you found out about the car accident?"

"What! You know?"

"A tragic event that separated you from your family, sure, but..."

Amari cut him off. "So you know who cut the break lines?"

Rudolfo looked at her in shock.

"What lies are they feeding you?"

Amari got up.

"Thank's for lunch, I really got to go now. You know where to find me."

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Some back-stage moment with our daughter eating all the sugar!

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Hello guys!! Thank you for such a positive feedback on our first episode! ♥ ♥ ♥ We are almost ready to start filming our next episode. It's gonna be a...
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Original Poetry  - 
 
Avian Antics

Birdcalls in the night, chafing, raspy.
Young and hungry.
In-between the glued wood chip trees
Under the tufted fibers, green as grass.

Slowly the darkness rides the tide of light
away from all sounds. Dripping colours,
faded memories. Tastes of stale metal,
flat beer and mouldy air. A red dot stare.

Past the snakes, the berried-flower scrubs,
behind the field and the empty fountain,
cracked and home to petrified toads, lie
lanes of black windows. Empty rows.

In morning glory a beacon, light grabbing
white under reflecting white, scorching
away the day. Yet now, only in the silence
it reflects the sounds of insomniac birds.

(c) Marco G. Casteleijn. 2016 (Poem and Image)
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+Joshua Art Thank you so much! Those birds were back the next night, but at least I fell asleep before 2 in the morning this time. We are still at this location you see in the picture. Beautiful old historic hospital in Finland
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Written Poetry  - 
 
Avian Antics

Birdcalls in the night, chafing, raspy.
Young and hungry.
In-between the glued wood chip trees
Under the tufted fibers, green as grass.

Slowly the darkness rides the tide of light
away from all sounds. Dripping colours,
faded memories. Tastes of stale metal,
flat beer and mouldy air. A red dot stare.

Past the snakes, the berried-flower scrubs,
behind the field and the empty fountain,
cracked and home to petrified toads, lie
lanes of black windows. Empty rows.

In morning glory a beacon, light grabbing
white under reflecting white, scorching
away the day. Yet now, only in the silence
it reflects the sounds of insomniac birds.

(c) Marco G. Casteleijn. 2016 (Poem and Image)
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I hope it is up to the high standard of the show. I have recorded a voice-over for this, albeit in my bad mumbling voice. If you need it, let me know then I email it. 
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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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    Bioprocess Engineering (PhD), 2008 - 2010
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    Biochemistry (Msc), 2003 - 2007
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    Biochemistry (Ba), 1990 - 1997
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