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Friday, Post Capture
Oh wow...again, where to begin? Things are happening faster now. First, some good news:
After some examination of my blood, I can honestly say that the girl at the free clinic detected no fungal spores attaching to my heart. She did ask if I was taking my Ritalin. I lied to her and said I was. I hate these evil mind control drugs these PDH's come up with (Pan-Dimensional Horror, k3w1, huh?). But she also noted that I had an elevated heart rate and blood pressure. Not enough to qualify as dangerous or out of range, but enough to be noticed. Again, I told her a lie. I told her it was because she was pretty. She blushed and dropped the subject.
Also, I spent my allowance this morning. I went to JC Penny and picked up a new shirt. If my guess is right about X-man, the reason he knows so many k3w1 people is that he's the consumate PDH hunter. So I should endeavor to be more like him. Because that path lies cyber-witches and maybe fishnets. So I bought a shirt. I'll try to see if I can sneak into the library and get some of his book action, too. Course, I don't want him to know about it. Maybe I could check out his house. I could patch into his NID from outside with dad's laptop (he doesn't use it for anything other than Solitaire anyway). Then I could intercept his internet communiques, assuming he uses a dialup modem or DSL. I hope it's DSL. Verizon is much easier to crack.
I spoke to Father McCready this afternoon, too. Apparently, I can't become a priest. This sux. I can't be a priest, cause priests can't date anyone. And they can't associate with witches. That's two big strikes right there. If I can't date, and I can't dream about witches in fishnet stockings, then there's nothing left in this world.
Oh, and for the Omega Contingency:
With the capture of Moelock, I've been able to form a couple of theories about how I can preserve myself for later generations. The use of the seal with the computers proved that magic and technology can work alongside one another. So that means I need to build a suitably complex computer to house my consciousness should my physical form ever expire (hopefully like a magazine subscription).
I understand Moelock once built himself a robot body. If some crusty demon from beyond time and space can manage a crappy robot body, I can build a Transforming Wireless Infiltration and Terran Calculation Humanoid. I'll develop a synthetic skin supplied with nanotubes to create the appearance of sweat and even blood should damage happen to the machine. This will cover a combat-ready frame and prepare its artificial synapses for the reception of my disembodied consciousness. All I need do is form a trap in my own body to hold my soul in place while the artificial body is activated and programmed to seek out my rapidly failing spark, steal the body, and then return to the shed where it will remove its hairpiece, slide back its protective tempest-hardened coating, and then place the brain in the pan, where nanotubes will supply nutrients.
This of course, will be the capper, providing the necessary sympathetic magic to place my soul into the onboard computer located behind the power source.
Ah, powering the TWITCH. I need to work that one out. I need a never-ending supply of power that is always available, doesn't really have to be charged, and can be contained within the TWITCH. Either a hydrogen fuel cell like the one they plan on putting in cars (but not like the one in T3, that thing's nuclear, not a true fuel cell) or perhaps portable nuclear power. Oh well. I'll ask X-man about that. He's the man to ask about these things.
I don't know how I'll pay for this thing. Maybe I can convince Slayer Grrrl I need this stuff for "technopagan rituals." That reminds me, I need to bone up on my paganobabble.
Oh, and the Fighting Evil Type of the Day!
"When dealing with demons determined to destroy all that is holy and innocent, it is important to remember that demons don't sleep, even though you do. For this, you need an edge. This edge is Ranger Pudding. This takes away the normal human need to sleep when combined with megadoses of caffeine. Ask any Army d00d for teh recipe."
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