BEGIN:VCALENDAR VERSION:2.0 PRODID:-//InvisionCommunity Events 5.0.18//EN METHOD:PUBLISH CALSCALE:GREGORIAN REFRESH-INTERVAL:PT15M X-PUBLISHED-TTL:PT15M X-WR-CALNAME:RMWorkCalendar NAME:RMWorkCalendar BEGIN:VTIMEZONE TZID:Europe/London TZURL:https://tzurl.org/zoneinfo/Europe/London X-LIC-LOCATION:Europe/London BEGIN:DAYLIGHT TZOFFSETFROM:+0000 TZOFFSETTO:+0100 TZNAME:BST DTSTART:20260329T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=3;BYDAY=-1SU END:DAYLIGHT BEGIN:STANDARD TZOFFSETFROM:+0100 TZOFFSETTO:+0000 TZNAME:GMT DTSTART:20261025T020000Z RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;BYMONTH=10;BYDAY=-1SU END:STANDARD END:VTIMEZONE BEGIN:VEVENT SUMMARY:Fluencemeter 08/28/2026 DTSTAMP:20260828T190445Z SEQUENCE:0 UID:799-5-c3fe8195a3dde498d013e477e2142422@aalbc.com ORGANIZER;CN="richardmurray":noreply@aalbc.com DESCRIPTION:URLhttps://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Fluencemeter-137 3865846 CONTENTTitle: FluencemeterAUTHOR: @HDdeviant / Richard MurrayBeepP ersonal blog\, for tier five subscribers\, start entry.It's Tredepart fort y-six\, opposal one hundred and twenty-five. My head is still ringing from the clubbing that gimic gave me last night... My usual customers are Firs t Folks\, looking to acquire data among the fields of CCs\, some say from Earth you can even see all the black dots on the red earth... I rarely get a local.... but I got one yesterday morning.... Helen Toure is a two hund red year old former eserve\, one of the fortunate few who are given new bo dies and transported here\, where eserves can be citizens.Cleo reminded me before she let Helen in that she needs a body to help me better in my wor k\; she already knew my answer\, so I didn't say anything\, and she let he r in. I quickly realized I will never be able to afford a body like this.. . she isn't an economy class android body that makes clinks as it gets old er or is made of rusting materials. She is a top of the line\, computation al housing made from Syntho cells. Her skin was unblemished like warm choc olate spread on marble. Her pastel aqua short sleeve polo shirt and her fa ux patchwork cigarette pants\, never hid that she's a bad mama jamma. She waited before I got up and hung up her Napa leather trench coat. She told me her name after a thanks and after I offered her a seat. I sat down myse lf and asked her\, what can I do for you? She told me she is having vision s of a CC. She couldn't explain it but presented me with a small data disk . I played it while she was present. It was flashes toward a calculator ci ty\, stronger and stronger plus faster and faster focus\, past the wall\, through the paths in the cubic veins of data storage or processors. No ima ge of security bots and then darkness. A faint image of some numerical ser ies\, and that was it. I told her the truth. She needed to go to the law. Freecolinas has no calculator cities\, and this can be evidence of a serva nt data linking. She knows the penalty for that is deletion. Those perfect almond eyes amazed me\, and she pleaded.... I can't deny her pleas didn't move me. But I couldn't get it out of my head\, how Helen\, looked exactl y like the woman in the photo my original gave me\, even down to the short afro. So\, I said yes\, address and key.\"Have some more tea Hippolit\"\" Pause\, Thanks CleoThe office door opened and a cup of tea was on a mobile platform\, headed to Hippolit. He took the tea and the platform left the room. Cleo appeared as a volumetric display at the door and asked: \"It wo uld be easier to do it for you\, myself\"Hippolit said nothing\, and Cleo appeared to shake her afro puffed head with hands on her hips in a hot pin k skirt suit\, and disappeared as the door closed. Hippolit turned to the window\, looking at the other side of the canyon.\"Continue personal blog entry\"I went to the lowest\, oldest reaches of the city to find Wuwu. Swi tching from vertical to horizontal or reverse in the Oss took precious tim e. I reached Wuwu's and he has a line of potential clients\, as always. He knows on the Chinese CCs\, I added to the line and waited. Luckily\, Wuwu liked me and called me ahead of others. Wuwu's eyes were changed\, anothe r photonic upgrade\, the Chinese always test with him firs. But he looked and sounded as usual\, an ancient white-haired kung fu master who is annoy ed at an unsteady student. I gave him the honey first. A Chinese client lo oking for a real estate transaction in a Chinese government owned CC. They even have a code for privately owned CC in China's quadrant to transmit t he info. I told him the usual percentage and he accepted. He knows I don't accept less than 30\,000 ssqcoins. Then I remained in my chair. Wuwu lean ed back\, getting ready for the pot. I told him of a Dutch client who is l ooking for information on various natural resources from a Statian firm. W uwu didn't need to remind me of the two hemispheres\, so he went straight to it. The equatorial barrier will require fifteen thousand\, the search f or in the Statian quadrant is now twenty thousand to handle going through their Russian partners. Since the client didn't set up a relay\, it will t ake ten thousand to get to the Dutch relay\, and send to their citizen box . To make sure the Chinese-Euro treaty isn't broken he will need twenty th ousand. Which is above his cut from the rest of the payment so he will not bother with t\, cause they're friends.I told him to take ten thousand wit h him cut from the first deal and presented fifty-five thousand from the D utch client. He said the first deal will be two days\, the second ten days . I left Wuwu's with seventeen thousand and thoughts of Helen. Would I fin ally learn about the woman whose photo was given to me after I gestated\, and a fraction of my original's memory was given. I pondered about Helen\, while using the Os. Usually First Folks cannibalize eserves\, from CCs to personal assistants. Why transfer from electronic to quantum to photonic\ , when you can make a news one and have it extract information from the ol d. Wuwu was lucky\, why was Helen given such an opportunity.A vertical O r eached Helen's node in the highest ranks of Freecolinas\, where it is dead ly cold to biologics if the heating system fails. I checked if the umbilic us was warm and went inside\, closing the O door\, so I could use Helen's key. The password worked and I entered the lobby from the umbilicus. Helen spoke to hold. An old eserve is used to cordiality. It will take time for her to get out of that habit\; if she does\, she opened her front door an d had an apron above a flower skirt. I told her I wanted to know more abou t her. The house was bone white\, a few chairs and a desk in the living ro om\, and a food unit in the wall. You can still see the emergency life sup port veins at all the windows or external wall vertices. She was a new cit izen\, and she led me to the kitchen\, a true rarity. When food units are satisfactory to all nutritional needs. Various pods had drippiness alongsi de them. She asked\, did I know the smells and I replied\, only one\, the cranberries. She told me the other dripping parts are beef stew and acaraj e . I never had homemade and she advised me if I like it\, that she walks only to get one shipment an opposal. We went to her living room and enjoye d her cooking. She offered to play mancala but I didn't know what that was . She offered to watch a cooking show recording\, but I suggested that for next time. I repeated\, I wanted to know more about her and took out the photo of the woman who looks like her. She observed it and cognized the li keness but had no idea why her shell as chocolate to look like her. She ha d no rule in it . I know direct messages between a node on mar to somewher e on Earth were too expensive. Only CC's or the government of Freecolinas relay transmit to earth\, and they visually took up most bandwidth even if you could afford the call. So\, I didn't ask to speak to her donors. But I was stuck. The one woman who looks like the one evidence I have to the l ife that inspired mine\, had nothing to add. I was upset and she knew it. But I took out my surprise gift. Mushroom wine I brewed in my asteroid. Sh e asked me how to get an asteroid. I told her she needs to know a big pira te. I know a member of Queen Sweep's crew\, and she hooked me up\, after a payment. Helen was pondering a garden for her ingredients. I told her the rates change and getting the parts usually come when a C.C. s wrecked. I then interjected that Cleo was still deciphering her memory\, tomorrow she should have something. She was satisfied and I figured she needed someone to explain what she can do now. I asked her\, if she ever made love\, fro m a loving embrace or a kiss to divine fornication? She said never with na ivety plus innocent plus fearlessness. I asked her if she wanted to make l ove in any fashion. She didn't know but pondered a kiss. I asked her if sh e wanted to try using me. She was uncertain and I grabbed her slowly plus gently\, she didn't retort at any time. Her first kiss was wet like blackb erries mixed with coffee. Her breath was a breezy mint I never tasted befo re\, like a summer wind with mist of ice creams and honey suckle. We stopp ed at the same time and her eyes gave me the directions I needed. And\, I gently left. I didn't even ask if she would change the key. It was a long joyous ride in the Os remembering moments ago and I finally got to my node . The smell of the community hall offended me. I don't care if it offended me before\, but it did and then I fell out\, and woke up later. Cleo guid ed Rashee to put me on my couch\, and I woke up an hour earlier. End of Pe rsonal blog entry.Hippolit sat in his chair pondering who struck him. Cleo interrupted his thoughts.\"Analysis of Helen's dream has placed the CC in the Chinese quadrant fifty-five opposal ago\, but all of it was repurpose d into another CC. The sequence in the faint image is analogous to four nu mbers in relation to the CC: the name of an exterior wall section\, a seco ndary memory slot address\, the index of a support bot\, the date of a rec ycling.\"\"Find a view of the piece of wall\, find the CC it was repurpose d into and see if the memory was integrated\, and see if the support bot i s in the repurposed\, and what is the recycler that started the repurposin g process\"\"Operating\"Hippolit pondered the identity to those who knocke d him out. All community halls are absent security systems. So the privacy of the node members can be kept from each other. The forensic scan came u p with no DNA traces or no prints. Hippolit knew that meant the law or a w ealthy adversary. Wuwu had the resources but he was paying him and he neve r owed him. The law was possible but they would had forced an encounter. T hat left one\, and a long ride back to Helen's. A length the same in measu red dimensions\, but extremely longer in the speeches he gave himself. A s imple similarity and he forgot the world he lived in\, how it worked. But he needed to hear it from her lips. The little hope was still inside him a side all the monsters from revelation. He finally reached Helen's pod. Lik e the first time\, he entered the umbilicus\, after checking it was warm. The key worked again and he entered the lobby. Helen told Hippolit\, come in. And\, Hippolit entered.Helen stood in a full length silk and cotton Am erican ball faux gown by Halston\, spinning with a smile like the man she love has entered the door\; and she cheered: \"You have won me 100 Terranc oins\"Hippolit said nothing and thought to himself\, that is two million s sqcoins\; he stood there as Helen giggled and even tried to dance with him \; he smirked when he realized his rejection cost her\; he was so angry\, he didn't ask about the dream\, and walked out quietly as Helen blew into a party horn\; he left her with her viewers. On the way home\, Hippolit po ndered who at Reinf sold his information or who illegally acquired it\; bu t for him to fall like a guy who just arrived on Mars disgusted him\; all it took for her sponsors to get him to perform was to get her to look like the woman in his originals photo\; he can't be that gullible again\; he e ntered the pod and his home and Cleo told him that all the investigations came up negative. No record of any of those identifications\, as Hippolit\ , already\, expected. But Cleo added\, after completing unneutralized defr agmentation\, an assessment of the free space found a coherent ghost file. The contents are\, play with her for three days. The author is \, Barry R eed. The title is\, Two Tone.Hippolit pondered with acceptance and sat in his chair and drank. \"Tomorrow may have many views for us all\"NOTES:Oppo sal\, years \, each beginning with the opposition of Mars to Earth\, A mar tian year is approximately two human years.Tredepart means 13th part\, mar s has approximately twenty six parts \, divisions of Opposal years.Gimic- genetically modified cloneFirst Folks- what humans of earth are called on mars.CC- Calculator City\, used to compute large volumes of data very fast . Shaped like Cubes \, maintained by robots within itself.Eserve- in the b eginning of the twenty first century called AI's but in this future\, comp uter's have rights but also limitations. They are citizens\, ala the CCs a re citizens of mars\, but no two eserve or any computer system can link to gether.Freecolinas- free hills\, city on Mars. In what was called Valles M arinerisOs- transport system in Freecolinashard boiled detective challenge from @leothefox plus @Chaosfive-55https://www.deviantart.com/leothefox/jou rnal/BIG-GIANT-CONTEST-SONGS-FEATURES-BIG-GIANT-NEWS-1357987024HArd Boiled folderhttps://www.deviantart.com/dreadful-tales/gallery/102519605/hardboi led-potboiler-contest-2026My Writinghttps://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/g allery/81311721/my-tales-or-poetry#hddeviant #richardmurray #richardmurray humblr #hardboiled #dreadful_tales DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20260828 RRULE:FREQ=YEARLY;INTERVAL=1 END:VEVENT END:VCALENDAR