Fluencemeter 08/28/2026
Event created by richardmurray
This event began 08/28/2026 and repeats every year forever
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CONTENT
Title: Fluencemeter
AUTHOR: @HDdeviant / Richard Murray
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Personal blog, for tier five subscribers, start entry.
It's Tredepart forty-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 First 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 hundred year old former eserve, one of the fortunate few who are given new bodies 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 work; she already knew my answer, so I didn't say anything, and she let her 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 older or is made of rusting materials. She is a top of the line, computational housing made from Syntho cells. Her skin was unblemished like warm chocolate spread on marble. Her pastel aqua short sleeve polo shirt and her faux 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 myself and asked her, what can I do for you? She told me she is having visions 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 city, stronger and stronger plus faster and faster focus, past the wall, through the paths in the cubic veins of data storage or processors. No image of security bots and then darkness. A faint image of some numerical series, 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 servant 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 exactly 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 Cleo
The 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 would 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 pink 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. Switching from vertical to horizontal or reverse in the Oss took precious time. 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, another 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 annoyed at an unsteady student. I gave him the honey first. A Chinese client looking 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 the 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 leaned back, getting ready for the pot. I told him of a Dutch client who is looking for information on various natural resources from a Statian firm. Wuwu 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 for 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 take 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 thousand. 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 with him cut from the first deal and presented fifty-five thousand from the Dutch 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 finally 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 old. Wuwu was lucky, why was Helen given such an opportunity.
A vertical O reached Helen's node in the highest ranks of Freecolinas, where it is deadly cold to biologics if the heating system fails. I checked if the umbilicus 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 and had an apron above a flower skirt. I told her I wanted to know more about her. The house was bone white, a few chairs and a desk in the living room, and a food unit in the wall. You can still see the emergency life support veins at all the windows or external wall vertices. She was a new citizen, and she led me to the kitchen, a true rarity. When food units are satisfactory to all nutritional needs. Various pods had drippiness alongside 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 acaraje . 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 enjoyed 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 likeness but had no idea why her shell as chocolate to look like her. She had no rule in it . I know direct messages between a node on mar to somewhere 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 life 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. She asked me how to get an asteroid. I told her she needs to know a big pirate. 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, from a loving embrace or a kiss to divine fornication? She said never with naivety plus innocent plus fearlessness. I asked her if she wanted to make love in any fashion. She didn't know but pondered a kiss. I asked her if she 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 blackberries mixed with coffee. Her breath was a breezy mint I never tasted before, like a summer wind with mist of ice creams and honey suckle. We stopped 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 guided Rashee to put me on my couch, and I woke up an hour earlier. End of Personal 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 repurposed into another CC. The sequence in the faint image is analogous to four numbers in relation to the CC: the name of an exterior wall section, a secondary memory slot address, the index of a support bot, the date of a recycling."
"Find a view of the piece of wall, find the CC it was repurposed into and see if the memory was integrated, and see if the support bot is in the repurposed, and what is the recycler that started the repurposing process"
"Operating"
Hippolit pondered the identity to those who knocked 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 up with no DNA traces or no prints. Hippolit knew that meant the law or a wealthy adversary. Wuwu had the resources but he was paying him and he never owed him. The law was possible but they would had forced an encounter. That left one, and a long ride back to Helen's. A length the same in measured dimensions, but extremely longer in the speeches he gave himself. A simple 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 aside all the monsters from revelation. He finally reached Helen's pod. Like 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 American 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 Terrancoins"
Hippolit said nothing and thought to himself, that is two million ssqcoins; 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 pondered who at Reinf sold his information or who illegally acquired it; but 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 entered 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 defragmentation, an assessment of the free space found a coherent ghost file. The contents are, play with her for three days. The author is , Barry Reed. 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:
Opposal, years , each beginning with the opposition of Mars to Earth, A martian year is approximately two human years.
Tredepart means 13th part, mars has approximately twenty six parts , divisions of Opposal years.
Gimic- genetically modified clone
First 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 beginning of the twenty first century called AI's but in this future, computer's have rights but also limitations. They are citizens, ala the CCs are citizens of mars, but no two eserve or any computer system can link together.
Freecolinas- free hills, city on Mars. In what was called Valles Marineris
Os- transport system in Freecolinas
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