200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Daniella's skin shivered as she entered the President's office. The cold room with Limuel picture on the wall made her skin crawl. Her face screwed but she immediately switched her expression into a calm look. 
She walked towards the empty chair opposite of the president's table. Her eyes immediately focused on his face, disappointment rushed over her body when he saw his glasses. She might have told Roman Lee that she could read minds through people's eyes but they don't know her weakness. 
She gulped hard and sat down. The serious expression on the president's face depicted the usually smiling face he was always showing in the public. 
"What do you need from me?" the president asked. 
He had seen her photos but seeing her in person was making him dumbstruck. She was the definition of the word beauty, he thought his wife was beautiful but the woman in front of him has the face of innocent and pure beauty. 
He cleared his throat to stop his mind from thinking of her. He blinked his eyes but the moment he looked at her face again, he could not help but swallow hard. He felt as if he's in the middle of the desert, his throat was dried and Daniella in front of him was like an oasis. He wanted to touch her taste her and feel her skin. 
"Are you shortsighted?"  
The president rose a brow up hearing it. Then he shook his head and looked down. His hands started to tremble so he rested it on his lap under the table. 
"Answer my question and I will answer yours." 
Daniella shrugged a shoulder, "fine, I need the list of the people who want to be part of this laboratory." 
The president smirked sarcastically. The way Daniella ordered him was too authoritative as if he was her assistant. 
"it's classified information so it's a no." 
The corner of Daniella's lips curled upward, her eyes squinted as she stared at the president. 
Slowly, she got up before turning around she placed a hand on the table and leaned forward. 
"I want to have that list by tomorrow morning." 
She didn't give a threatening remark but the president knew that those round of her eyes staring deeply at him were conveying an unspoken threat. 
He took a deep breath and nodded his head. Even though he will give her a list of names, there's no way she will have time and resources to know if those names exist or not. 
"Thank you, Mr President." 
Daniella turned around to leave but she stopped midway when the President called her name. 
"Ms Chen, did you use my son to get close to me?" he had that question in his mind since he found out about her. And now was the time to get his answer. 
Without looking back, Daniella nodded. 
"Yes, I need to plot my assassination and your son was the perfect person to get information about your whereabouts," she paused to take a deep sigh. She might have used Allan but the memories she saw in his eyes and how much he hated his father was too much. 
"By the way, I read your son's mind because I am sure you know that I can do it," a light scoff left her lips, "he hates you and he doesn't want to be part of your dirty politics." 
She didn't wait for his reply. Her feet moved towards the door with a calm face. This was the only thing she could do for Allan, to inform his father that he didn't want to be part of the politics. 
When Daniella left, the president gulped hard. He looked at the picture frame on his table with his son's photo from when he was in the military. 
So, he has been keeping his feelings. He thought. But he wanted him to run for politics as the power was something they needed so their enemy wouldn't touch them. 
He's about to get up when he suddenly thought of Daniella. 
"Wait, what did she mean by assassination?" 
His face went ashen in fright. Was Daniella trying to kill him?  
His mind urged him to run to her but he decided to stay. He can't have people think that he's interested to her as the other opposition will definitely use it against him. 
-- 
Daniella's lips formed a pout after she got into the car. She was waiting for Evan to call back and she has left him a lot of voicemails and messages. 
She took in a deep breathe and looked ahead of her. Men in their suits were going back and forth with their suitcase, rushing as if their life depends on it. 
Her eyes squinted to see a familiar face. Soon her lips curled up in a smile, it was indeed the judge she kept blackmailing. She's about to start the car when she saw two people surrounding him, the baseball bat they were holding landed on the judge's head and his body fell to the ground. 
Daniella shook her head, she would have helped but the people started to run towards the judge. 
And so she decided to leave. Unknown to her was a car parked behind her. 
Kierry pursed her lips together. Since they changed their plan, she needed to tail Daniella alone. The organization didn't know about the change of plan so she and Arthur were very careful with their action. 
Her thought was disturbed when her phone buzzed. As she slowly followed Daniella's car her hand pressed the answer button. 
"Evan is on board. You can stop following her and come back here." 
Hearing that, Kierry's lips formed a smile. Finally, after days of following Daniella, she can rest now. 
She didn't have a problem following her but her life before was more exciting than now.  
She and Arthur would follow her in the middle of the Amazon, get stuck in the middle of the mafia war in Italy or even live in a desert for a week without water.  
But right now, Daniella's only destination was either her friend's house, villa or the grocery. 
Kierry face poker by the thought. She sped up past Daniella's car.


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Xianne blinked at Xavion, not knowing what to answer. There are so many questions that popped inside her head. That she can't even remember them. It was a question of thought, full of questions accompanied with fear. 
"Xianne, what do you say?" Xavion searched for her eyes, waiting for her reply. 
"What about you what did you say?" Xianne asked him too. 
"I told dad that I'll give him an answer tomorrow morning. But I would ask you first." He said. 
"I'm not sure. Besides, I hadn't finished my studies yet." She said, standing up and facing him away, worried what will his kingdom will say. Especially a low rank like her, she doesn't know anything. 
"Xianne, being a luna doesn't need a degree. You just need a kind heart, an understanding, love, patience and determination." Xavion explained. 
"But I need knowledge to understand. I don't even know how politics work!" Xianne said. 
"Who said I also knew it the day I was born? Of course, you'll have your Luna training." He tried to explain. "You'll go to my school." He added. 
"Then can we train together?" Xianne hopefully asked. 
"Of course. Everything for you." 
"You promise me you'll be with me, every step of the way?" 
"I'll be three steps behind." Xavion said and winked at her. 
"I prefer one." Xianne said. Grinning at him. 
"Are you being naughty?" Xavion said as he sat on the bed. 
"No, I'm teasing you." She replied and dove to the bed. 
"You finally want to sleep with me?" He asked, staring at her face as he caress her hair. 
"In your dreams, besides I want to do it once we're married." She said, dreaming. 
"Don't worry, I'll let that happen." He said, then he muttered; "I'll probably prepare for it so by three days you'll sleep with me." 
"I don't want to rush!" Xianne said and slapped his hand away. 
"I was kidding!" He chuckled at her face. "By the way, are you fine? Your nightmares have been frequent. Maybe you're faking it just to sleep with me." He teased her. 
"What and idiot!" Xianne said and punch him on his shoulder. "I would never! You probably do that, that's why you can say that!" Xianne accused him, while he punch and slap him playfully. 
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop!" He acted. 
"Don't be too loud and don't move too much, by then I would believe your acting." Xianne said. 
"Oh? Was it to obvious?" Xavion said. 
"Yeah, too obvious. Anyway, let's go to sleep, I need to start my Luna training." Xianne said as he pulled herself up and lie on the window seat. 
"Really?" 
"ZzzzzzzZzzzz!" She snored, faking sleep. 
"Don't snore loudly, try to tone it down, by then I'll believe you're asleep."
"Okay, noted!" 
Waking up with light touches, Xianne opened her eyes and screamed. 
"Hey! Are you having nightmares again?" Xavion asked, holding both of her shoulders.
He was caught off guard laughing at him. "Xianne! Stop joking!" 
"Sorry, I can't help it!" She giggled. 
"Yeah, why would you have a nightmare when you see my handsome face?" Xavion hold his cheeks and blinked at him, acting cute. 
Xianne held out her hand and block his face. "Stop acting, you don't look like a manly prince to me." Xianne said and stood up locking the bathroom and take a shower. 
Xavion looked at the mirror in front of him, "I don't look like a manly prince? My mate doesn't know the definition manly." He shook his head at his reflection. Flexing his muscles and combing her hair upwards. 
He stood up to go to their walk in closet to get her a dress when he heard a faint hum in the bathroom. He stopped and listened, enhancing his ear against the door. 
"Hey December, guess I'm feeling unmoored, 
Can't remember what I used to fight for, 
I've been I rewind the tape but all it does is pause
On the very moment all was lost
Sending signals, To be double crossed"
"And I was catching my breath
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death, And I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be for
Evermore, "
Xavion nodded his head. Adoring his mate's beautiful voice. "I guess I got myself a singer." He said, loving her voice as she sings when it stopped, as the shower turns on. 
He opened the door and pick out a dress for her and left it outside the bathroom. And exit the bedroom so that she can be comfortable to dress up. 
          ▬ ֎ ▬ ֎ ▬ ֎ ▬
"Xavion, what am I learning today?" Xianne asked. Looking at the classroom, which was as big as her classroom back in felidae kingdom. 
"You'll learn about the politics, history of our kingdom and study every king strategies. In that way, you can learn from their mistakes and keep in mind what their strengths are that you can use, in your term." 
"Wow, sounds a lot of work." Xianne said, flipping the pages of her book. 
"How many subjects?" 
"For now you'll focus on that. It'll be different, besides you'll be spending half the day here while you'll be having sessions with mother." 
"I don't think that's a good idea." Xianne said, remembering that Queen Sierra was obviously in favor of Cressida, even their names ryhmes. 
"Why did you say that?" 
"I just felt it. What if she doesn't want me? What if she wants another girl for you?" 
"Xianne, stop with your hysterics." 
"I'm not hysterical! Remember Cressida? She welcomed her warmly. While she, she eyes me from top to toe and belittle me!" Xianne explained. "Xavion, I'm not born as a princes, neither I came from a royal family. I don't have those. I'm just a commoner."
"Commoner or royalty you are my mate. Nothing will change, because you are my mate." Xavion assures her. 
The door opened and a female professor came in. She have thick eyeglasses and a fit top and a pencil skirt that accentutates her hourglass body. Her long slim legs were shining as she wears black pumps, that click everytime she walks. 
She looked strict with her dark hair that was tied into a bun. No stray hairs were on display. She dropped all her books on the desk and bowed at her. 
"Goodmorning Luna, I am professor Talulah, I've train the princes and the princesses and yournger royalties here. I hope you can trust me to transform you, into your very true self." She said and bowed again. 
"I'll leave her with you, Talulah." 
"Yes your majesty." 
"Good luck, Xianne." He said and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll pick you up later." He said. 
"Alright." Xianne said and Xavion left them. 
"Luna, shall we start?" 
Xianne nodded, and opened her book to 
Xianne blinked at Xavion, not knowing what to answer. There are so many questions that popped inside her head. That she can't even remember them. It was a question of thought, full of questions accompanied with fear. 
"Xianne, what do you say?" Xavion searched for her eyes, waiting for her reply. 
"What about you what did you say?" Xianne asked him too. 
"I told dad that I'll give him an answer tomorrow morning. But I would ask you first." He said. 
"I'm not sure. Besides, I hadn't finished my studies yet." She said, standing up and facing him away, worried what will his kingdom will say. Especially a low rank like her, she doesn't know anything. 
"Xianne, being a luna doesn't need a degree. You just need a kind heart, an understanding, love, patience and determination." Xavion explained. 
"But I need knowledge to understand. I don't even know how politics work!" Xianne said. 
"Who said I also knew it the day I was born? Of course, you'll have your Luna training." He tried to explain. "You'll go to my school." He added. 
"Then can we train together?" Xianne hopefully asked. 
"Of course. Everything for you." 
"You promise me you'll be with me, every step of the way?" 
"I'll be three steps behind." Xavion said and winked at her. 
"I prefer one." Xianne said. Grinning at him. 
"Are you being naughty?" Xavion said as he sat on the bed. 
"No, I'm teasing you." She replied and dove to the bed. 
"You finally want to sleep with me?" He asked, staring at her face as he caress her hair. 
"In your dreams, besides I want to do it once we're married." She said, dreaming. 
"Don't worry, I'll let that happen." He said, then he muttered; "I'll probably prepare for it so by three days you'll sleep with me." 
"I don't want to rush!" Xianne said and slapped his hand away. 
"I was kidding!" He chuckled at her face. "By the way, are you fine. Your nightmares have been frequent. Maybe you're faking it just to sleep with me." He teased her. 
"What and idiot!" Xianne said and punch him on his shoulder. "I would never! You probably do that, that's why you can say that!" Xianne accused him, while he punch and slap him playfully. 
"Ouch! Ouch! Stop!" He acted. 
"Don't be too loud and don't move too much, by then I would believe your acting." Xianne said. 
"Oh? Was it to obvious?" Xavion said. 
"Yeah, too obvious. Anyway let's go to sleep, I need to start my Luna training." Xianne said as he pulled herself up and lie on the window seat. 
"Really?" 
"ZzzzzzzZzzzz!" She snored, faking sleep. 
"Don't snore loudly, try to tone it down, by then I'll believe you're asleep."
"Okay, noted!" 
Waking up with light touches, Xianne opened her eyes and screamed. 
"Hey! Are you having nightmares again?" Xavion asked, holding both of her shoulders.
He was caught off guard laughing at him. "Xianne! Stop joking!" 
"Sorry, I can't help it!" She giggled. 
"Yeah, why would you have a nightmare when you see my handsome face?" Xavion hold his cheeks and blinked at him, acting cute. 
Xianne held out her hand and block his face. "Stop acting, you don't look like a manly prince to me." Xianne said and stood up locking the bathroom and take a shower. 
Xavion looked at the mirror in front of him, "I don't look like a manly prince? My mate doesn't know the definition manly." He shook his head at his reflection. Flexing his muscles and combing her hair upwards. 
He stood up to go to their walk in closet to get her a dress when he heard a faint hum in the bathroom. He stopped and listened, enhancing his ear against the door. 
"Hey December, guess I'm feeling unmoored, 
Can't remember what I used to fight for, 
I've been I rewind the tape but all it does is pause
On the very moment all was lost
Sending signals, To be double crossed"
"And I was catching my breath
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death, And I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be for
Evermore, "
Xavion nodded his head. Adoring his mate's beautiful voice. "I guess I got myself a singer." He said, loving her voice as she sings when it stopped, as the shower turns on. 
He opened the door and pick out a dress for her and left it outside the bathroom. And exit the bedroom so that she can be comfortable to dress up. 
          ▬ ֎ ▬ ֎ ▬ ֎ ▬
"Xavion, what am I learning today?" Xianne asked. Looking at the classroom, which was as big as her classroom back in felidae kingdom. 
"You'll learn about the politics, history of our kingdom and study every king strategies. In that way, you can learn from their mistakes and keep in mind what their strengths are that you can use, in your term." 
"Wow, sounds a lot of work." Xianne said, flipping the pages of her book. 
"How many subjects?" 
"For now you'll focus on that. It'll be different, besides you'll be spending half the day here while you'll be having sessions with mother." 
"I don't think that's a good idea." Xianne said, remembering that Queen Sierra was obviously in favor of Cressida, even their names ryhmes. 
"Why did you say that?" 
"I just felt it. What if she doesn't want me? What if she wants another girl for you?" 
"Xianne, stop with your hysterics." 
"I'm not hysterical! Remember Cressida? She welcomed her warmly. While she, she eyes me from top to toe and belittle me!" Xianne explained. "Xavion, I'm not born as a princes, neither I came from a royal family. I don't have those. I'm just a commoner."
"Commoner or royalty you are my mate. Nothing will change, because you are my mate." Xavion assures her. 
The door opened and a female professor came in. She have thick eyeglasses and a fit top and a pencil skirt that accentutates her hourglass body. Her long slim legs were shining as she wears black pumps, that click everytime she walks. 
She looked strict with her dark hair that was tied into a bun. No stray hairs were on display. She dropped all her books on the desk and bowed at her. 
"Goodmorning Luna, I am professor Talulah, I've train the princes and the princesses and yournger royalties here. I hope you can trust me to transform you, into your very true self." She said and bowed again. 
"I'll leave her with you, Talulah." 
"Yes your majesty." 
"Good luck, Xianne." He said and kissed her on the forehead. "I'll pick you up later." He said. 
"Alright." Xianne said and Xavion left them. 
"Luna, shall we start?" 
Xianne nodded, and opened her book to 
[ Wonderwal: (adj.) Someone who you find yourself thinking about all the time. Someone who you're completely infatuated with ]


Being a victim of the injustice law, Xianne Vyde pledge to save her father. But the dots were connected and they block the gates, she was left with no choice but to trust Xavion Silverfate.

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Makena of course moved her office into our home and Camilla actually gave us 2 nights alone. yeah we only needed one before Makena called Mom, Dad Shea, and Uncle Anu about The new cheetah coming soon.
Yeah we had to replace shredded sheets.
Camilla said that I made the cutest cheetah male.
Makena added vigorous into the mix then it was on.
Refreshed and tired for the next 2 weeks,
those girls can go forever. 
With winter approaching Camilla is getting bigger and bigger and even more ravenous in hunger.
The aura I feel from her is amazing, powerful and beautiful, our daughter is going to be strong like her mother.
I can't wait for my first child. 
Everything is going good, not trying to jinx anything mind you. 
Landuanda the country Makena amd Anu are from just doubled its wealth through my company, Guardian Investments.
Makena is now Ceo one paper.
and Camilla is CEO of the sleuth on paper. Yeah our sleuth just had its best financial year ever. 
Not to mention it's lumber, cattle ranches and it's steakhouse restaurants.
we're making money and putting everyone to work. 
Lord Tamil stopped by to congratulate us on our business profits and Makenas pregnancy. 
It appears young Thomas that your ventures inside and outside the bedroom are doing very well.
Keep up the good work son.
Yeah Lord Tamil is a pervert. 
it's called hindsight. 
I can see what someones done. Since I can't focus on you I focused on Anus visions and what did I see Makena.and your women surrounded by cubs the rest is history. 
I think I'm leaving the country. 
hahaha,  son I won't pry again I promise. 
My cousin tells me 3 special girls may just graduate this year.
Apparently the study group of the top students is now an official club offering college credits for Tutoring, Leadership and Community Outreach Credits. 
So more kids than ever are getting involved, all because of you Thomas. 
Anthony and the Sentinels are pushing your escapades from, helping children,.financial aid and running a worn out sleuth into a financially possible booming territory. 
You're making good waves just keep it up. 
"Well I'm off, I'll be back occasionally" with that Tamil leaves supposedly to check out other beast territories. 
With that the girls and I enjoy a nice series of snacks while watching romantic comedies. 
My romance movies are War of the Roses  and Mr. and Mrs Smith. The girls more or less Hallmark type.
We also have access to beast movies.
beasts occupy every aspect of industry, commercial and political. Although we usually keep our corruption to our own Earthly council. 
Yes beasts love politics, they are the definition of Bloodthirsty.
Politics, business, stocks and investments. 
Usually beasts make up around 1%of the population. However in my investment firm beasts make up 60% of my employees. Just opened up offices in 3 other countries and 10 cities as my daughter Nanda was born.
looks human but huge Bear aura.
after about 3 week's I'm now told my duties as Shaman are to travel to other bear sleuths to help. heal, provide spiritual insight, bless babies etc.
the Elders didn't push till the new Shaman / Sentinel was born.
now that Nanda is born the Bears need to see her.
All beasts are superstitious with good reason.
Being superstitious without a Shaman and any Sentinel they thought the Devine Council had turned against them, they had a huge Malaise over the whole Bear Community for over 150 years.
Elders: Now we have a Devine appointed Alpha / Shaman / Sentinel and just birthed a second.
The Bears are unpacking unused incense and prayer shawls Praying and praising the Devine Council.
Even Nanda has the Ursa Mark on her forehead from the Devine Ursa. even though it will be a couple of years till her first shift she's treated as a full beasts by every Bear. Camilla sent the first idiot with a marriage proposal through a wall.
Camilla "She's only 10 days old. The next Animal dies". Yeah that word of the day spread like wildfire. 
Anu Makena is also going to have a Girl Shaman / Sentinel. 
Makena assured me that she will be able to go with us on our rounds amd being able to help Camilla wet nurse will.be beneficial.
Oh another phone call. "No Simone you have to stay and finish school".
while I and Camilla appreciate the offer of unlimited baby milk that various Bovine beasts possess Its imperative that My girls finish School. While I'm fine with beasts legally being able to mary at Her first Season school is very important.  on this I will not budge.
By the time we have to go cross planet for Makena Baby Debut 3 more girls will possibly be graduated. Number 4 the next year.
we are able to purchase a recently available concert tour bus totally decked out. With that and a couple of security vans, We start our cross continent tour. then cross world,  Nanda should be ok for a cross continent hop by then.

















Kid wakes up with no knowledge.
every written or magical record blanks out
first attemp at writing please concise comments 
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 Ickapoo finds grounding when he relates to a real human rather than a glamorized fantasy.
In Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland, television destroys authentic relationships.The Thanatoids spend their time watching television incessantly and imitate television models in Celebrity Roast. They model their behavior after television shows as Hector Zuniga never stops talking about the family he wanted to create in I Love Lucy with his former wife Debbi and Debbi named the television set as a correspondent in the divorce. Television mediates and alienates the characters in Vineland. A friend of Frenesi’s son Justin says that dealing with television is easy:” Pretend there’s a frame around ‘em like the Tube, pretend they’re a show you are watching. You can go into it if you want, or you can watch and not go into it.” (Vineland 351) This mediation extends into even family when Sasha trying to reunite Prairie with Frenesi insists their grandchild sings the theme song from Gilligan’s Island.
In Vineland the characters are dominated by television: from the imitation of TV personalities to the acceptance of televised reality as real to actively changing experiences to meet standards set by television. Hector is an extreme case of ‘Tubal Abuse’ a Tube crazed escapee from NEVER, ‘National Endowment for Video Education and Rehabilitation.” Though Frenesi sees how TV affects Hector and the cause behind it she fails to apply the same reading to her own reaction to media stereotypes. She explains her betrayal of the Protest in apolitical personal and sexual terms as the consequence of an inherited weakness for men in uniform. As she prepares to masturbate to a TV rerun of CHiPs she experiences the ‘primal Tubefreak miracle’ of discovering her favourite TV character come to life in the form of a US marshal standing at her door. She does not connect television’s sexualizing of authority with her own docility to an authority she knows is perverted.  Frenesi stubbornly keeps to media stereotypes of her condition: the hardbitten professional betrayed by her sexual indulgence. She blames herself not the system for her experiences. 
Isaiah recognizes the dominance of the Tube and the problem of commodification and mass media for resistance politics. Typically for Pynchon one of the novel’s wisest most insightful perceptions comes from Vomitome:
                  Whole problem ‘th you folk’s generation, Isaiah opined’Nothing personal is you believed in your revolution put your lives right out there but you sure didn’t understand much about the Tube. Minute the Tube got hold of you folks that was it that whole alternative America, el deado meato, just like th’ Indians, sold it all to your real enemies and even in 1970 dollars – it was way too cheap “ (Vineland, 373)

Reality television explodes the division between the hyperreal and the real, but what it ultimately represents is the triumph of the hyperreal and the manufactured image. As Derrida argues, it is an ‘artifactuality’ that is produced and made rather than a record.(Echographies of Television 41). It also serves to satisfy our thirst for voyeurism, invasion of privacy and as Baudrillard states, it increases our fascination with the obscene (Ecstasy of Communication 33). It is an exercise of ‘desiring to be seen’ and desiring the Other to return our gaze, as we desire the mock celebrity that reality television affords. In witnessing the privation of its participants, we are also simultaneously celebrating our comforts, so that there is a sadistic element to taking pleasure in watching the sufferings of others at work as well. In coming across as ‘more real than real’ and in our fascination with the hyperreal and manufactured image, Baudrillard’s statement that we no longer watch television and it is television that watches us seems remarkably prophetic in the surge and success of reality television programmes (Ecstasy 31). Reality television appeals because of its ‘live’ element, its telepresence, and in Derrida’s terms, the space it allows for the ‘arrival’ of an event, whose expectation is made of a ‘nonexpectation,’ in so doing it offers a certain variety, diversity and spontaneity that we cannot find in scripted television programmes. Derrida also argues for a ‘messianism’ that guides the event, the promise of futurity, hence perhaps it is the open-ness and heightened anticipation that we take pleasure in (Echographies of Television 13). There is also an element of ‘testimony’ and truth to live television which separates it from scripted programmes. As it happens only once in live real time there is a precious singularity and uniqueness to the moment. Derrida once again explains that it captures the irreplaceable present and bears witness to the fact that “this was there” (Echographis of Television 94). One might also argue that the addressee enjoys its status of ‘being addressed’ in reality television, thus enabling the addressee to participate in production of meaning as the confessional scenes in reality as well as reporting in broadcast programmes are directed towards engaging the audience in a being ‘participants’ of an event. There exists an ineluctable ‘reality effect’ when the specters on television seem to be watching us (Derrida 123).
One might also argue with Derrida, that reality television takes its market into account in its production; artifactuality is determined by market forces as journalists and reality television actors seek to project an image that is pleasing and appealing to audiences as consumers. Derrida however argues that this also leads to falsification, as so called ‘live’ images, rather than being reality, are often edited, cut and recontextualized with a certain politics in mind (49). We can tie this in with Virilio’s idea of televised news as production that is theatrical and manipulative. 
Both Derrida and Virilio argue that the liveness of ‘real time’ is an illusion. For Derrida any image that is technically reproduced involves deferral, and thus inscribes a certain differance. Perhaps this differance is precisely the space we need to free ourselves from being enslaved by the image. Virilio likewise argues that live television is actually presented in slow motion, representing a subtle deception (57). Differance might thus free us towards appropriating images and escaping de-centredness. Furthermore, Derrida also claims that television hones subjectivity rather than dissolving it. Derrida analyzes the effects of television on subjectivity and states that, at “every moment [television] introduces the elsewhere and the world-wide into the home. I am thus more isolated, more privatized than ever in my home with this permanent intrusion, desired by me, of the other, of the stranger, of that which is far away, of the other language. I desire it and at the same time I enclose myself with this stranger, I want to isolate myself with him without him, I want to be at home (with myself)” (80). Although television constructs a relation of hospitality toward perfect strangers, i.e. those you see on screen, this imaginary companionship unsettles the subject while, at the same time, precipitating an increased desire for psychological borders, the subject longs for a clearer definition of himself. This state of unhinged subjectivity fosters an oscillation that is not likely to end peacefully but leads to a frenetic search for selfhood. 

Baudrillard and Reality TV
For Baudrillard, reality television signifies that what people deeply desire is a spectacle of banality. This spectacle of banality is today's true pornography and obscenity. It is the obscene spectacle of nullity (nullité), insignificance, and platitude. (Dust Breeding 1) This stands as the complete opposite of the theater of cruelty. But perhaps there is still a form of cruelty, at least a virtual one, attached to such a banality. At a time when television and the media in general are less and less capable of accounting for the world's (unbearable) events, they rediscover daily life. They discover existential banality as the deadliest event, as the most violent piece of information: the very location of the perfect crime. Existential banality is the perfect crime. And people are fascinated (but terrified at the same time) by this indifferent "nothing-to-say" or "nothing-to-do," by the indifference of their own lives. Contemplating the Perfect Crime — banality as the latest form of fatality — has become a genuine Olympic contest, the latest version of extreme sports. Indeed, as we see with reality series such as Big Brother and Survivor, it is existential banality and the boredom of our own lives that we desire as spectacle. Very little happens that would not take place outside the context of the indifference of our own lives. In elevating the banal to spectacle, we are elevating ourselves as media objects. We are allowing hyperreality to reign over reality and hence celebrate reality as interplay of signs and the collapse of the signified. Reality television demonstrates Baudrillard’s thesis that the obscene lies in the fact that there is ‘nothing to see’ and that the spectator, rather than desiring difference from others, desires sameness with the subjects that we witness on television. As Baudrillard notes in Ecstasy of Communication, all that matters now is to resemble oneself, to find oneself everywhere, multiplied but loyal to one’s formula. It is the universe of the fractal subject, dreaming of a formula to reproduce himself to infinity (Ecstasy of Communication 41). Consequently, reality television incarnates our desire for sameness and our fascination with the obscenity or pornography of objective reality. 
In the Ecstasy of Communication, Baudrillard once again reminds us that with the advent of television, as in hyperreality, the subject-object distinction collapses and we are immersed in its reality – “television becomes a control screen” (13). He uses the metaphor of driving to relate our relation to television- no longer controllers of a device, we are now subjected to its control, we become a “computer at the wheel”, not a “drunken demiurge of power” (13). He argues that television creates a space of hyperreality that overtakes reality and hence displaces metaphysics. Our subjectivities are dissolved- we are no longer ‘subjects of interiority” (13) in control of television but subjected to the controls of multiple network satellites. Television becomes an intrusive actor in our domestic space- that overtakes our lives from work, consumption, play, social relations and leisure. Baudrillard further explains that the hyperreal displaces the real and renders it useless. Social relationships within the home are destroyed. Reality is ‘minituarized’- television replaces our desire for human relationships or ideals and renders organic and real bodies and events superfluous (Ecstasy 14). The obscene fascinates us, and replaces the organic with the machinic. In this regard, advertising also becomes an omnipresent reality – materializes its ‘obscenity’- monopolizes public life with its exhibition. This is also precisely what reality television shows are: Simulations and the triumph of the hyperreal and mediated reality.
The most intimate processes of our lives become feeding grounds for the media (the Louds on television – a family which was put under camera surveillance-also might draw a parallel to the current phenomenon of reality TV shows such as Big Brother, Survivor, Temptation Island, The Bachelor and so on). All aspects of life are permeated and infiltrated by the media, subjecting everything to visibility, exposing everything to the inexorable light of communication. In Baudrillard’s terms we live in the “ecstasy of communication”, which is obscene because it renders the private exposed, a pornography of information and communication.
It is the obscenity of the hidden that is suddenly overexposed and visible. In this dissolution of the exterior and the interior, Baudrillard likens the contemporary subject to the schizophrenic – who cannot distinguish between inner and outer and is subject to all the vagaries of the external world (Ecstasy of Communication 14). The subject’s sense of individuality and distinction from external objects is dissolved. He/she becomes obscene, as is the world. The subject is total prey of hyperreality, a pure screen, a switching center for all networks of influence. For Baudrillard, both the body and the ‘self’ (both conform to images) can be divided and commodified, as governed by the capitalist/advertising code (Ecstasy 42). To see the ‘self’ as a technology possessed by the mediascape, as Baudrillard does, is to become schizophrenic. Baudrillard’s subject is therefore, completely de-centred and dominated by the image. 
While hyperreality performs an act of de-centering and impinges on our identities, is there not some sense in which we derive identities (albeit simulated and virtual ones) from the virtual worlds we inhabit? Is it not possible that the hyperreal also functions as our ontological frame of reference, an interpretive framework from which we derive our sense of agency? I would argue that television in a way functions as an existential source of meaning, a source of agency for characters. While Baudrillard certainly does make a strong case for the destruction of subjectivity, we will see with Derrida there is a possibility that we are in a position, via differance and selection, to appropriate and compose our perspective on images. 

Derrida, Reality Television and Agency
In Echographies of Television, Derrida contrary to Baudrillard, argues that the subject has never been simply a passive viewer. Derrida occupies a middle position, arguing that while images have a politics that threaten to determine us, we are also in a position to have strategies of appropriation, selection, and critical thought with regards to the image. While it is a fantasy to believe that the consumer will completely reappropriate the images which come to him, Derrida states that the addressee does not become completely passive. A relative reappropriation is under way, what Derrida calls “exappropriation” (58).
According to Derrida, we are in a state of quasi-illiteracy with respect to the image. We must learn to discriminate, compose, paste and edit images to gain mastery over them. This is a skill which must be developed within and without schools. For Derrida this involves developing a new relation to the politics of memory. Derrida contends that any politics of memory would imply the intervention of the state – a state that legislates and acts with regard to nonfinite material to be stored (59). While today we can almost claim to archive everything, Derrida wonders if it is ultimately the state that decides what is worthy of preservation, and will always privilege the national and the public. If we were to delegate this responsibility of the politics of memory to a state institution, then it will be a minority or a fraction of the nation rather than “integral” or “general will” that preserves this memory. Although Derrida says that a politics of memory might exist, he also emphasizes that it is nevertheless necessary to educate citizens, subjects, or televisual audiences to be vigilant with regard to the politics of memory: to be alert that it was a particular politics, as well as essentially a politics. One must simultaneously practice and be critical of a politics of memory (Echographies of Television 63). In Derrida’s view this means developing an awareness of selectivity (63). Derrida argues that this awareness will never be a spectatorial critique, or a theoretical vigilance. To politicize these technical events alternatively and to democratize them, one must also be wary of politicization. Here, Derrida’s reading of developing a critical stance towards a politics of memory proves to be immensely liberating in light of Baudrillard and Virilio’s pessimistic assessments of the potential for agency with regards to television. This is the most optimistic reading of the three, developing a meta-awareness of a politics of memory in order to politicize it alternatively. 





It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

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Chapter Title: Let me (4)

Chapter No. 24

Date Published: February 21, 2020

(Kenneth Dave's POV)

I went back to the base and pick an empty canvas. The colors of the acrylic paint that I usually use have been half full since then. I think that it was two months ago since I last painted my frustration out. It made me so angry that I want to cut my brushes in halves and throw a tantrum in my room.

It keeps me on the tip of a knife whenever I remember what he has done today. I knew his family is favored by my grandfather. They became members of a scientific organization international and discovered a cure for his father's illness. His father and my mom are siblings with the same father but with a different mother. His father was born from the first wife and they remained noble. While my grandmother is the third and the only living wife.

It was hard for me to escape the reality that we are blood related. Whatever flows from his blood flows in mine too. Before my mom met my dad, our uncle has already defiled her and unfortunately my grandfather never bat an eye on us. My brother has inherited abnormalities and died at a young age but no one from the main family whose bounded in medical field remembered to help us.

My mom met my dad in a casino where she worked as one of the hotel staffs, my father was so drunk that he raped my mom. But it was never a big deal to my grandparents, the next day after that my mom went to an attorney and decided to file a case against my father but before she could leave the house my father already proposed a marriage. I don't know what happened right after but they were blessed with a good marriage and my mom is very happy.

But what fate your parents have won't determine what type of life their kids will be living.

I was sent here to actually communicate and extend our connections to the business industry and to the government. My mother was a big fan of art and she taught me what I knew about it. Yet my dad lives up to his parents' expectations and pursued business. My purpose for going here isn't to enjoy art, but to actually compete against him.

Rois Mendoza is the genius among us.

He is very productive, highly skilled, and a hard opponent. He inherited the traits of being a Mendoza. A surname that has roots with both business and politics. He eventually has this mysterious flame and his killer eyes. Cold by heart and merciless.

I believe he has killed under the order of the higher ups. My grandfather from my mother's side is an animal. He doesn't even know the definition of family, he abandoned everyone. If cannot benefit from his people he would likely exterminate them.

And I hate them.

I hate my origins.

But I don't wanna hate her.

Prince Richard steps out of his father's court in rage. He moves into the palace garden.He had just had another argument with his father. But unlike the others he had planned this one. 

Prince Richard turns staring at the enormous castle before him. He steps backward moving towards a sculpture located in the palace garden. Richard always loved the natural atmosphere in the garden. 

It made him forget his royal duties, it made him focus on something other than kingdom politics, balls and most of all it helped him escape from his father's extravagant expectations of him.

" Give me a heir soon, I beg of you" he would always say at the feasting table. And his mother would giggle acting as if she didn't feel the same.

His pretentious sister Anastasia would smile sipping her from her cup gracefully.

He didn't want the type of love his father and mother had, one which will give rise to conflict between immature step Brothers and sisters. Just then he remembered Arthur, the seed of his father's infidelity. Arthur had been banished by his father.

Richard envied the bakers and the cobblers or the Goldsmith and blacksmith, in fact he envied those outside the castle walls.Whose love for their wives were genuine with their feelings reciprocated.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stare at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. A touch, uniform ripples. 

He had just turned twenty today and it is mandatory that he chose a bride. This was what had caused the argument between him and his father.

He wanted to explore the kingdom in search of a bride, he wanted to fall in love. He wanted someone natural, not the superficial daughters of Dukes and Lords.

" Who does the king think he is" Richard says as he removes his crown and then his robe.

He must step out of the castle walls today. He had never been out of the castle.He had tried countless number of times but the castle's security superceded his thinking capability. But today he breaks free, perhaps his father would take him more seriously. He smiles as his plan was falling into place. He listens attentively to the thuding the knights boot as they approach him from behind.

" My prince, the king request your presence in his court" one of the two knights says. They both kneel before the prince. 

Richard could see that the king had upgraded in his level of thinking. He was now aware of Richard's strength and wits, thus normal guards would crumble before him. He had sent one of his best knight, sir Bwalk.

" Tell him I will be there in no time" Richard lies setting his plan into motion. 

" My prince, the king commanded that we arrive with you" Sir Bwalk says in a fierce tone which spoke of his gruelsome nature. The scar on his left eye had always been an object of fear to Richard.

" Sir Gwen could you step forward" Richard says referring to Bwalk's companion. 

Gwen's heart skips a beat. What was the prince planning?. Prince Richard was well known throughout the castle for his scheming and witty nature ever since he was little, one which he had gotten from his mother. He had outsmarted almost all the guards in the castle in his bid to leave the castle walls. The Queen had recently confirmed that she had been surpassed by her son.

Gwen moves slowly towards the king, as rivulets of sweats form on his head rubbing against his helmet.

" Come closer, " Richard beckons. 

Gwen steps closer. And immediately Richard's expression changes to that of a displeased child.

"Move back" Richard mutters out again. Gwen and Bwalk are confused. 

Richard knew very well what he was doing. Sir Bwalk was the only key to his escape from the castle. He knew very well of Bwalk's critical thinking and strength thus he needed to pressurize his thinking prowess and then render them ineffective.

Richard stares at both Knights he could see the confusion in their eyes. 

" I have always been awed by your scar sir Bwalk" Richard whispers moving closer to sir Bwalk. He pauses just an air length away from him, and then removes his helmet, staring at his eyes. His blonde hair is all sweaty and he stunk of manly sweat. Richard could tell he was a beast in human form. His large hands and scary jaw proved so. Richard then moves his left hand touching sir Bwalk's scar.

"Could you tell me how you attained it" Richard asks still touching the scar. He could feel large amounts of pain concealed in the stitched scar. 

" I got it in battle my prince" Bwalk says with threads of anxiety in his voice.

Richard swiftly thrusts his finger into sir Bwalk's scarred eye.

Sir Bwalk let out a painful cry alerting Gwen. Richard quickly draws out sir Bwalk's sword using his left hand and wraps his right arm around sir Bwalk's chest pressing the shiny blade hard against his neck. Sir Bwalk struggles and is amazed at the strength of Richard's arm. This was Richard's plan all along. This was the reason he had started a heated argument with his father in the court room in the presence of his knights and generals.

He had ran to the garden knowing fully well that his father, in rage would send out one of his finest knight to come after his son and it all worked.

" Go inform the gate keepers to open the castle gate or this sword will slash his throat" Richard says still holding Sir Bwalk firmly.



Annabelle stares at Richard in his kingly attire. She  walks down the  Royal rug, grasping her colourful bridal  flowers. Was she  thinking straight?. She was getting married to the son of her parents murderer, the king.

Well she had her plans.
" It was a bloody one.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Blood for blood

MY PEOPLE FOR YOUR PEOPLE" 

but she loved him, she loved the son of her parents murderer.

Well time shall tell if her vengeance will be consumed by love.

                                *******

Love and revenge.

Hadrian POV:

It's been a year and a half since I came here and I must say that I love it. Orion who I now call papa is kind and loving person but is strict and scary when he wants to be. He's having me learn martial arts, piano, art, weaponry, hacking, magic, politics, management, and more. Due to being a reincarnated person, I already had all my knowledge of my schooling in my past life so I flew through it quickly and graduated from highschool at the age of 5.

Papa was surprise to say the least but he just laughed and pat my head while calling me a genius. I studied some college materials in both the medical field and science and at the same time I finished reading years 1 and 2 on Hogwarts spells, I memorized the words and hand movement and I already mastered most of the spells from the books. At the age 6 I mastered all the spells in the first two books and is now reading the next two.

I also thanks to my past life as a military commander, have mastered hacking and using a gun though its still heavy to carry. Papa was proud and so he bought me ice cream as a reward 'i really love sweets' I thought. So I continued my studying and training in both magic and muggle studies and by the time I turned 9 I was already a master in martial arts, piano, art, weaponry, hacking, magic (years 1 through 7), politics, and management (hey what can I say, I lobe reading and training).

When I turned 9, papa came up to me with a serious face and said "Son follow me to my office, I have something to say and give you." I seeing how serious he was became serious as well and agreed with him before following him to his office, It was night time and we just finished dinner. His office is on the Second floor located at the east wing where the boss and lord of the family lives. The condo is three stories high with 15 bedroom, 10 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, a ballroom, A huge library, three studies, a training room, a inside and outside pool, a huge front and back yard, a theater room and a gaming room.


When we reached the office, I studied its looks and I nodded in approval for it organised and kept clean. The office door is a nice dark oak with a silver plate that read 'Office'. When we enter the room I could see pure white walls, dark oak wood floors, and a chandelier for lighting. In front of me on the far wall is a wide window with white and black blinds and in front of that is a black desk with two white chairs.

In the middle of the room is two black couches facing each other with a white and black glass coffee table and end tables. Under that is a pure white carpet. On the right wall is a big bookshelf full of books and a few artifacts that are quite rare and expensive. It also has a few pictures, and if you pull out a certain book the bookshelf will open up to a secret room full of weapons and emergency bags. On the left side is a fire place with a giant flat screen tv with high definition mounted on the wall. It also has pictures, and if you push certain button on the remote when the tvs off it will open up to another secret room full of magic artifacts and a few chest full of both muggle and magical money.


After I was done admiring the office Papa went to the couch and sat down and motioned for me to do the same. Sitting down in front of papa, he then began to say, "Hadrian, ever since I first met you I knew you where special. And when I adopted you and you called me papa it made me happy. Now your probably wondering why I asked you here correct?" I nodded and he continued to say "Well as you know I'm part a the mafia and since I'm gay I have no wife to bear me an heir. So Since I adopted you and when we did the blood adoption to make you of my blood you became my heir. So I head of the Ancient and Noble house of Nightshade here by make you Hadrian M.C.Nightshade my heir and if something happens to me will he will be emancipated, so mote it be!"

When he said that I gasped in shock before shaking my head and replied "I Hadrian M.C. Nightshade here by accept the terms as heir so mote it be" A bright light surrounded both me and papa for a moment before disappearing. After that was over papa gave me two boxes and a ring. I picked up the ring and noticed it was the heir ring and put it on my left index finger. The ring was pure silver with a midnight black gem with a white dragon circling around it. I then picked up the first box to show that it was long but thin, I opened it up to show a beautiful sword.

The sword was goblin made and it was a pure black with white dragon carved on the blade. The hilt was pure white with black tape, it had a ribbon on the handle in pure black. The sheath looked the same as the blade. I set the sword aside and looked at the second box. It was smaller but wider and so I opened it to show a black credit card, a black enchanted pouch, and enchanted earrings. Seeing these thing had me gapping and at that moment I was the happiest and most spoiled child alive.

The black credit card is the newest way to buy things in both muggle and magical world for it can be used in any country or state to purches stuff. The pouch is enchanted to hold anything in it so it makes carrying your stuff easier, and it cant be used or stolen by anyone else. As for the earrings, they help protect from people trying to read your mind, and can even help protect you from most spells. After getting my stuff I went to my room and fell asleep.

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