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|Thu, Sep 29 2005||300||The Plan||
Watching conspiracy theory movies and TV series paid off too.
In one thesis, from The Prisoner, and The Domino Principle,
everybody is the enemy.
It is a safe tactic as a base assumption.
The other is that the border to the land of good exists,
and need to be sought.
Not much to go by as a theory.
Boaz was in the bushes watching me
as I walked out of the building.
I hadn't noticed him, but did watch fearfully for the officials
with the ambulance I expected waiting outside the building.
Strangely, if they had been there,
there would be nothing I could do,
while Boaz would not have been able
to follow without my noticing.
And so the chase started:
I was running, nobody was following, yet.
I knew its just a matter of time until I am gotten to if I truely disappear.
Boaz had said later that he had relaxed about my mental
state from my body language walking out of the building.
"It is a walk of a person wanting to take care of himself"
Boaz is not part of the system.
Even if I knew, it would be no help.
My take on this one was that it was paranoia fueled
adrenaline that straightened out my brain and forced me
to function relatively normally, yet at very high speeds.
The cell phone is critical if there is another side.
I can communicate, and be safe enough.
After all, nobody will call upon Barghouti tactics for this,
but the thought had to cross my mind to verify this,
correlating with Max Headroom and IDF tactics and budget considerations.
By the time I was around the corner, visually safe and
comfortably alone, the plan was carefully laid out:
Stay on phone communications with everybody who will
listen, while otherwise maintaining complete stealth.
One small loophole: I must regularly visit Nekko,
as she is in her worst FHS episode ever.
I decide to give up Nekko for the sake of prioritizing,
while marking every decision to be made pending this
I have only a few hours to be safe on this head,
and better not pre-schedule anything, just be there
as soon as I judge the place is safe to approach.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||300||The Bushes||
Just around two corners, walking in Ben Gurion Ave,
towards the beach, I call Yoella.
"I am in the bushes, and I can talk now" - I say.
"What bushes, where are you, I'll come over, don't worry"
I never thought the woman had any brains.
"where you can't find me."
"Do you still want to talk?"
"Is Roney still by your side?"
"Yes. He is right here"
"Will you give him the phone. right away!"
(panicking) "I don't know how to find your number in the phone"
"Are you holding the phone?"
"Stretch your hand and hand it over to him!"
"Hi, this is Roney"
(Thank you, God)
"You wanted to talk to me?"
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||400||The Interview||
"Did you prove Evolution Theory?"
"What do you mean by that"
"Did you say you have proven the Theory of Evolution?"
"I did not"
"What do you think of Evolution Theory"
"I think it is correct"
"Did you claim that you are an Angel?"
"Yes I did"
"And what did you mean by that?"
"That I am good natured, at heart, more than most people"
"Did you say that you will jump into Shira's grave"
"Yes, I did"
"Do you want Shira dead?"
I was in shock.
It had not occurred to me until this very
second that this is what this statement means
to the unfamiliar ear: A murder-suicide combo.
Luckily, I wasn't panicking just yet.
My mind was racing with associative memories
and I found out I had some kudos points on my side:
1. It has yet to be documented in human history
that such fatherly extremety will be expressed
by a non-biological with no past history
of events remotely similar.
2. The official other side does indeed have such a history,
at least to a degree. then again, this is knowledge
worth protecting at high cost.
3. I have the upper hand to a Bargouti safety level,
and have yet to answer.
The phone will not be let go as long as I don't,
and more so if I fail this test.
4. I can easily pretend not being aware of my having the upper hand.
5. My mind is racing at uncontrollable speed,
immeasurably faster than ever before, with a good reason:
my smarts and knowledge are amplified by
my mental state in the past 12 hours,
the adrenaline rush of the past 20 minutes,
and the much bigger rush this last
fear provoking question created.
I am confident that my judgment is unaffected,
except that I am well aware of the fact that my
speaking in un-understood metaphors scares
everybody shitless, placing me in extreme danger.
My speech, as well as selection of means of expression,
are totally out of control.
It is imperative that this is as unnoticeable as possible
in this conversation
and especially in the answer to this last question,
which is now due - it has already been about a second
and a half to process all these new thoughts:
"In about 80 years, sure, is there a problem with that?"
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||500||A Call Out to the Sea||
With panic and fury,
knowing I can not afford to stay stationary,
freezing to death in a T-shirt on a cold night,
walking barefoot on the beach,
I looked out to the sea searching for ideas.
The Boat is not too far out, I allow a split
second to pass fantasizing about a rescue operation,
if only it was someone else, but who?
I have to start immediately constructing a new safety net,
much like the one I was working so hard to implant
in Shira's brain as well as her surroundings.
In this safety net,
"mishenet ha kane ha ratzutz" (Yeshayahu 36)
is the caution level,
implying Ossama Bin Laden style
spy cell knowledge classification.
No one can be trusted, and anyone must be used
to the full extent possible, without harming the innocent.
In compliance with the Reggy I, Robot
laws of humanhood life wish,
only later to be put on paper.
I call the Boat:
"Was there an order written to bring me in,
and who wrote it?"
"Yes there was, I did not ask it written, and I cancelled
it as soon as I found out it was written. It no longer exists"
This was a blatant and obvious lie.
How can you possibly cancel an order you yourself
claim you had no part in bringing about,
by making phone calls from a Boat,
claiming to be someone's relative?
Of course I was just listening silently.
Hopefully he would shed some light on
how it was brought about. Anger and fear made me curious,
with no logical reason for this to be important at this stage.
He didn't, and I did not stress the issue.
But the safety net is beginning to form,
and the fisherman as always, is caught in the
tangled web he weaves, when first he practices to deceive.
Nevertheless, he can not be Xed out just yet,
of a net yet to be formed:
I need his pretended support to disseminate from
his subconsciousness outward to his sister.
I am being as nice as I can control, which is quite limited.
81 days of maintaining this policy with great caution,
it will pay off in the form of the punch line of the 81 day chase:
He would be the authority approving the handing over of the
kidnapped ransom money.