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Oh, this is good. I've been dodging the others all week long, trying to stick to information gathering. I don't know if I can handle the armies of the night when one threatens my very sanity. Fortunately, I've managed to recoup most of my losses and I now know what I must do. x-man and the PDH-Z Alpha are gone. The slayer's got her own problems. I'm left holding the bag with the PDH-L (hunter-d00d), the PDH-C (mystic-d00d), and the PDH-HC Class Beta (M) (foreign d00d). No sign of the PDH-HC Class Beta (F) (librarian chix0r). Anyway, the PDH-C is conducting is training episode with the PDH-G's (incorporeal phantasmic entitites) that he uses to fill unitards with force. Dangerous stuff. One of them looked like he was getting out of control so I tried to spear it before it could brain the HC-CBM with the handle of that spiky ball thing. Screw this. I'm going back to the names. I'm getting confused by the acronyms. I keep a careful eye on mystic d00d and he gets his glasses knocked off. I duck behind the chest, but fortunately, he has no teeth where his eyes are supposed to be. He's definitely not a PDH-C, since from what I understand, they can't disguise their lack of eyes without sunglasses. But if he ever holds a convention for serial killers, I will have to amend my understanding of how the C's work. However, these indian types pay us a visit and let us know they're looking for x-man. I tell 'em that he ain't here, and they then tell us how they're looking for a critter called a windy-go. Apparently, it's a PDH-G that's bonded with a normal human who's fulfilled some esoteric requirement by this critter and the end result is a PDH-F (F for fomor, a celtic monster that used to be a person until twisted by evil, pretty literary, huh? And people say the yeager seminar is a waste of time). However, from the way they talk, I've determined that the indians are PDH-F's themselves. They call themselves totem warriors, but the PDH-L noted that their power springs from a similar source. That's just creepy. So I dismissed myself. Much to do, much to do. The PDH-L made a critical error. It gave me its home address. I'm going to use my card reader to clone x-man's access card and get my hands on a laptop and plug it into the PDH-L's NID. If he uses DSL, I should be able to get access to whatever information he has. Barring that, there should be a log at his ISP. I could use a little social engineering to get my hands on that. I need to know what this thing's interests are. And its possible ties to the PDH-F's. Since the PDH-F's undergo physical changes when activating their powers, it's possible that the PDH-L may just be a different flavor of the PDH-F. In that case, I will need to revise my classification system. But that comes later. On to the more important stuff. http://www.eetimes.com/at/news/OEG20020326S0038 Yep. There's the target. An important piece of the TWITCH. Without those babies, the 'bot will look like a plastic manequin. With these, we get sweat and blood. THey don't tell me they can be used to transport fluids, but why not? That seems to be a way to build cloned organs to me. Also, I've decided that that TWITCH will run on stored electricity, as well as converting glucose from chemical energy into electrical energy. I haven't worked out how to do that yet, but stored electrical energy seems to be better than a fuel cell. I also need to figure out where to put the data ports. Since he doesn't need to use the can, I guess I could put them in the butt. But that would be weird. Maybe the ears. That sounds like it would work. I could use redundant monitoring devices that would be visible to those that know how to look for them. Now, on to the important stuff: witches. Still no response from the email worm I wrote into the program. I don't think the girls will find it, since I'm l33t enough to bury it in a recurring line. If I can find their IP addresses, then I can find them, and then...well...we know what witches are into. I always wanted to be k3w1 like that. Have friends who were different. Instead, I get dropped into a virtual hotbed of the armies of the night. And the only people who can protect me from the horrors from outside the reality are being kept away from me by a possible sympathizer to them (I haven't NOT seen x-man grow horns). I need a way to contact them. Working together like I did with mystic-d00d, there's no end to the problems we can solve. Imagine a giant electromagnetic/mystical seal on the entirety of hte planet using the telephone networks sealing the Hellmouths shut. And then imagine fishnet-clad witches dancing joyously around me because of my idea. And then imagine...uh...I suddenly feel kinda weird...can't explain it...fingers shaking...huh...that's unusual. Something about dancing witches wearing fishnet stockings make me feel kinda woozy. Huh. Go figure. Oh well, as for a PDH hunting tip: Gather information. As Shang-Tsung said, "There is no knowledge that is not power." Post a comment in response: |
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