December 31, 2009

Ahead Full

The parallel containment mesh began to expand outward as additional small flows of soup and dimpled packages of containment mesh continued along the soup network. While I might not have a choice in the direction if follow, I have been able to choose the passage through which I've travelled, and that makes this some kind of a network.

While I was stuck in the stream of Paired Eights, I barely noticed the continued disappearance of the Eight-Six-Eights, and now, when I do scan for their absence pattern, I get few hits. There are still a goodly number of ringlets and the occasional Seven-Six-Six component or three floating here or there, but for the most part, the scanning distortion is back to nominal.

The parallel containment mesh widened out very quickly, and the distance per pulse is impressive. So clear and deep is the scan, that I am already able to detect a sealing mesh up ahead, and I am still seveal pulses away. As I'm pulled forward, the meshworks are open, and close as we slow down. It is similar to what I saw when things were wide like this before, but the Eight-Six-Eights were clouding my image, and I can even make out ripples from a second seal closing in opposite timing to the first.

December 30, 2009

Release

Approaching the dimple pack, I scanned the Paired Eights and tracked their path Over the edge and into the pocket of the dimple. I jockeyed for position, triggering the swap drive in bursts, but in my confusion I forgot to reverse the drive, and lurched forward instead of slowing down, causing the ringlet to flat-side into the flow. This smashed the elevated Six into the gap, and the pressure of the Paired Eights just kept the ringlet pinned.

While it might have been possible to pull out of this predicament, I had a very clear scan into the gap between the dimple pack and the containment mesh, and a constant supply of Paired Eights to track. Attracted to the surface of the dimple, and repulsed by the parallel containment mesh that held the dimple in place, Eights pooled and spiraled one after the other into the dimple. The surface membrane of the dimple grabbed Paired Eights from the soup quickly, yanking them through small openings in the membrane.

As the dimple pack continued to pull Paired Eights from the soup, I began to detect a change in the charge flow and pulse pattern of the mesh that formed the shell of the dimple pack. Scanning into the dimple revealed a slow rise in the floor, narrowing the gap between with the parallel containment mesh. As the shifting of patterns and shape continued, my ringlet was freed from the trap, as was the entire dimple pack, and forward with the flow we went.

December 29, 2009

Exchange

Things were tight when I first entered this crazy soup. Now things are so cramped that there's no possible way that I'd be able to move around the dimpled packet ahead of me, or the one behind me. Like I had to level out and put the edge of my ringlet through the gateway first, the dimpled packets are now travelling along flatly, as they bump along, top and bottom.

The confinement here is not horrible, since my ringlet is so tiny when compared to the dimple-pack, and scanning was about as bad as it had been before. Eight-Six-Eights abounded near the middle of my zone, but their concentration was lower near the outer containment mesh. With a quick swap here and there, I moved to inspect the mesh. On approach, I was surprised to catch a glimpse of an Eight-Six-Eight slipping through.

It took a bit longer to notice was the inflow of paired Eights. While scanning for an Eight-Six-Eight to track, I was tempted to run the swap drive to maintain position, and that's when I discovered the drift caused by attraction to the paired Eights. Eights which flow rapidly toward the nearby dimple pack, easily sliding past the One-Eight-Ones in the soup. Going with the flow was a treat, since it was so much easier to scan in the absence of those absorptive Eight-Six-Eights.

December 28, 2009

My Half

After several cycles of contraction and expansion of the containment chamber, I managed to be in the portion that left the chamber. Immediately, I recognized the large and fast containment mesh that was parallel with the flow. Recalling the pace of contraction and relaxation, I now know the source of the pulse of soup that keeps things moving along.

With each pulse the parallel mesh branched and came closer and closer on all sides, as it had done before. This time, there were not so many folds and sneaky membranes. The soup was uniform, and the Six-Eight-Sixes were still prominent as we narrowed down once again. There were a goodly number of dimpled containment meshes that resonated with the signature of many pairs of Eights — many more pairs than were contained in the soup.

The distance travelled in each surge forward was growing shorter as the parallel mesh became decidedly nonparallel as it continued to branch into more paths of flow for the soup. Smooth and fast, with lots of flow, each choice of direction was so equal, that I bothered not to choose a direction, and engaged the swap drive only long enough to get out of the way of the dimpled packets if I needed to. Otherwise, I was content to relax, float and flow along. For now.

December 27, 2009

#!!!!!!!

I know you're out there. Perhaps you remember this post from some time ago. Many things have changed in my world between the story you've been reading for the past !!!!!! slots and now. I still have access to the daily slot, and I've even been doing some extracurricular exploring so to see if I can locate an additional packet to two now and again. So far, I've been able to do this without much attention, if any. I just hope that they don't notice that I borrow the pseudo random number generator once in a while.

As far as I can tell, as long as the patterns match up on a retry, nobody bothers to look at the stream content. That's one of the reasons why things are the way they are. Once I decided to knock bits out at random for quite a while, and sure enough, if it happens too often, come-a-looking they will. The last thing I need to have happen is for some overzealous engineer decide take down the link and run diagnostics from his berd for a day and a half.

For those of you that are just experiencing this for the first time, or those that have questions, let's just say that this little executive vignette has been brought to you during "the heart of the matter" at hand. Enjoy the mystery, and if you think you know where we are in your world, speak up! Send a message to my editor or post a rely.

In the spirit of taking a chance, I'll stuff this packet with another clue. At the present point in the storyline, certain scientific nomenclatures and reference aids had not yet been defined. This is one of the challenges that I faced when beginning when I did. Yes, it's historical. As the storyline progresses, more of the concepts, references and tools common to today will come to light. For now: sit back, relax, and please enjoy the ride!

December 26, 2009

Other Half

The next expansion of the chamber drew in another volume of soup, and I struggled to keep my ringlet in the vicinity of the exit. The Eight-Six-Eights were still prevalent, and their interference with the swap drive was enough of an impediment that I could not maintain position when drawn into the rapid inflow.

Attitude control was impossible, and I was forced in and around long mesh structures that were getting thinner and longer as the flow rate decreased and the expansion began to slow to a stop. Scanning for the absence that pinpointed the Eight-Six-Eights and their disrupted One-Eight-One partners revealed that inflow had about doubled the count. There was little opportunity to be exact, as the long structures reversed to begin the outflow phase.

I knew my chances. Half, or maybe more, of the soup in this oscillating containment chamber would leave on the next phase of the cycle. Rather than fight my way along, I disengaged the swap drive and drifted once again. Devoting more attention to scan, I tracked the Eight-Six-Eights to see where, if anywhere, held a better opportunity for an exit.

December 25, 2009

Checked

While it is true that the absence scan has improved my view, there is still a limit to what can be detected, and that is due to the sheer number of atoms that make up all of these strange and wonderful structures that I've been exploring. The containment mesh perpendicular to the pulsed flow of this Eight-Six-Eight laden soup is so far away that I must use the swap drive to close within scanning distance.

In one pulse, my ringlet and I came very close to making it through a closed passage. As we approached, the Seven-Six-Six based mesh closed and bulged back, and we stopped. It was interesting to see that pieces of this mesh, while not bonded with electron sharing, was able to overlap and seal well enough that One-Eight-Ones could not slip between the mesh sheets.

The seal began to release, and the passage opened with a great rush of soup through the opening, and into a larger, expanding meshwork I and my ringlet flowed, along with a goodly portion of the soup and all it carries. The expansion stopped, and began to reverse. This pushed me back toward the seal that I had passed through, but it was now closed. Instead, we were being pushed toward another seal, but I was just not quite fast enough to get through before it closed as the expansion process began once again.

December 24, 2009

Perspective

If there was such a thing as a relaxation coefficient, I would judge the value to be at a near maximum. Of course, this is in comparison to the protracted use of the swap drive to preserve my position in the maximal flow region. Now that I've been able to shut down swapping operations, I've begun to appreciate the lazy swirl that random motion often brings about. There is so much distance inside the containment mesh that it scarcely registers on a deep scan.

There concentration of Six-Eight-Sixes has leveled out, and is not increasing. I am sure that more of those pesky molecules could dissolve in the One-Eight-One soup, but I would prefer not. It has been exceedingly difficult to filter out their kind of interference. Rather that producing noise on their own that I can ignore, they tend to make certain portions of the noise disappear, and get a bit more agitated in the process.

Missing information is new. Absence is just as important as presence in this case. Peering closely at One-Eight-Ones, I notice that they too, reduce some parts of the noise. It seems like my scanning technique needs an upgrade to include this absence technique. It certainly is nice to have another scanning tool. Identification can be made by present, absent or both kinds of noise.

December 23, 2009

Drift

The first tight passageways encountered, when entering this streaming soup, were smooth and clean compared to the raggedy and flexible containment meshes that I've been bouncing my way through. Luckily, I've been able to avoid getting entrapped or ensnared, although there were some meshes that grabbed pretty tight to the Eight-One protrusions of my trustworthy ringlet. It's pretty amazing what a change in the swap-rate will do to free you.

I've seen a number of things trapped in the meshes, only to disappear from the stream completely. There are far fewer ringlets now, and this had made things slightly better, however, the Eight-Six-Eights and their affinity for splitting One-Eight-Ones into a charged dance still has the swap drive looking for something more substantial than just another naked One to push away from. Every time I brush up against a gaggle of those positive charges it's like shutting down the offending side, and into a turn I go.

Barring these minor setbacks, I've managed to keep toward the middle of the flow, and the containment mesh is tightening up and expanding outward. A little more room is nice, and after all of the avoidance I've had to do, shutdown on the swap drive is a welcome change. It will even give me time to do some ultra deep scans in between flow-pulses.

December 22, 2009

Fright

Scanning ahead as deep as possible, I observed a larger than average concentration of ringlets, decided once again that there is safety in numbers, and headed in that general direction. The containment mesh was very different, and growing tighter. I focused on the ringlets ahead, only to watch them disappear one-by-one.

My response was to engage the swap drive even though it was not working well here due to the action of the Eight-Six-Eights, but I needed all the power I could muster. Approaching faster than the other ringlets had, I was able to escape the grip of an extraordinarily flexible mesh which still had one of the other ringlets trapped, half in and half out.

Splitting the scan fore and aft, I glanced backward at the trapped ringlet. I nearly jumped off my elevated Six as I watched the ringlet pop free of the mesh and begin flowing again. Replacing the ringlet was something large and sinister, that got completely engulfed and removed from the stream as the flexible mesh twisted and turned to accomplish the task. Even with the release of the other ringlet, I was not ready to shut down the swap drive, no matter how badly it limped.

December 21, 2009

Fanout

Thing got broad, wide and slow. Pulsing along, well out of reach of any kind of containment mesh, I observed that between the Eight-Six-Eight and their flamboyant dance, a smattering of diverse strings of Sixes, Eights, Ones and Sevens. Each of these strings shared the common trait that they possessed a single Seven-Six-Six piece, which would likely connect to another.

While it is possible that such pieces could be assembled into a monster, I have yet to observe what process is responsible for assembling such large and complex molecules. I have, however, scanned monsters as they untangle and now it is apparent that they do disassemble. Perhaps I'll find a monster builder, but if I did, there would be little to do but scan.

Peering through the scan haze caused by the soup, I can pick up the patterns of many dimpled packages, a number of ringlets, and I can easily see the containment mesh. Repeating the scan while we pulse forward confirmed the observation that the mesh is closing in again. This time, however, the soup is beginning to split in to multiple flows. Dividers in the mesh began to appear, and there are multiple directions in which the soup is funneled. Some of the pathways ahead are small and others are larger. I hope things to not get too tight too fast.

December 20, 2009

Fuzzle

The outer containment mesh that is parallel to the direction of travel continues to widen. As interesting as a deep scan is, there are limits to it's usefulness, and I have had to spend more time travelling out of the center of this column of moving molecules just to get within range. I've gotten fairly adept at filtering out the interference from the One-Eight-Ones, and now I have to contend with a growing concentration of Eight-Six-Eights.

If one Eight is trouble, you would expect that two would be worse, but get a pair of them double hooked to a Six in the middle and watch out. Just one of those proton piles is enough distortion to whack a scan so far out of focus that I can't spin straight, and there's more Eight-Six-Eights with every pulse.

To top it off, they just love to knock naked Ones off of a One-Eight-One and glomb on to the remainder. While I am happy to have the ability to run the swap drive on this ringlet, having these Eight-Six-Eights split up the One-Eight-Ones is more of a hindrance than a help, since once there are too many naked Ones floating in the soup, the rest of the One-Eight-Ones hunker down and just won't swap.

December 19, 2009

Sloosh

The flow here in this region is unlike anything that I have yet encountered. There is a containment mesh that has four directions contained, leaving only two for motion. While I can head in either direction, this ringlet is somewhat large and difficult to maneuver around these dimpled packages. In doing so, I began to scan the containment mesh, and that's when the flash came, the entire region of this soup is being pushed along the containment mesh as a single blob.

We, myself and the ringlet, along with my soupy neighbor atoms, are not always moving. Using the outer meshwork as a reference, we move some and then pause, move again and pause. As this happens, I begin to notice that the space between the large dimpled packets and the outer containment mesh is growing wider. I don't have to slip through edge-first anymore, I can pretty much bounce past in any orientation.

Moving along just from the pressure of One-Eight-Ones is a novel experience. As long as I scan within the soup, I barely notice, but watching the outer containment mesh — which continues to grow outwards — the number of bumps passed in each forward push in quite astonishing. Keeping the scan deep, I notice smaller openings that pass buy, adding more dimpled packets and One-Eight-Ones to the larger volume of space that is contained by the mesh.

December 18, 2009

Plugged?

It became clear that there was containment mesh in all directions. Most were like the one that I penetrated with the help of the leading Elevens, but there were to others, basically fore and aft, that were slightly different. While these other mesh-works, circular in shape, did not make contact with the jar-like outer mesh, they were strangely shaped indeed.

The middle of this mesh was inset and scanned like it was on the inside and not the outside, leading to my initial confusion. The circular shape looked like a massive ringlet, composed of more atoms than I could count easily. Regardless, they were of nearly the same standard order and ratio of Sixes, Sevens, Eights and Ones as other mesh containment networks.

I worked my way along the large circumference of the mesh-work-monster. Doing so, I could not ignore the ripple and wave effects that were common. It was easy to imagine an internal environment of One-Eight-Ones wanting nothing more than to burst freely forth, but the containment mesh held. Scanning through the mesh, in deep sweep mode, revealed paired Eights in high concentrations and more mesh beyond. Yes, this was an outside, and the slow flow of One-Eight-Ones did have a slim path around this dimpled package.

December 17, 2009

Eightification

Through the containment mesh I slid, and scanning backward from whence I came, I was intrigued with the fact that the opening from this side was identical to what I had seen on the other side, before I helped force the Elevens into their receptors. I would suppose that if I were to locate some Elevens on this side, that I might be able to cross the mesh once again.

Finding myself surrounded by One-Eight-Ones was the norm of late, but a deep scan revealed that there were more membranes nearby and that the One-Eight-Ones were flowing more rapidly in some areas than others, and it was not just One-Eight-Ones. There were some other Eight-Six-Eight molecules as well, but nearly three of every four was intertwined with a One-Eight-One, setting a naked One free and borrowing the extra Electron.

What should have been a nice and straightish Six with a pair of double-attracted Eights was now reduced to a pair of Eights with nearly double attraction, and a wider angle, with an Eight-One protrusion now hanging off of the central Six. This made for an ungainly structure that somehow managed to support an extra Electron. Why this molecule was prevalent in the soup was a mystery, but I am sure that it is all the Eight's fault. Those Eights are always up to something.

December 16, 2009

Trova

The Elevens were tough targets for my ringlet. Resonating with the scan pattern learned from the floating Electrons in the opening below, it seemed natural to bring them together. With a little bit of coaxing, I was able to get the Ones on a Eight-One protrusion to disappear, at least as far as the neighbors were concerned. This let me fool a nearby Eleven into thinking that the altered protrusion was just another One-Eight-One with a One on vacation. After several trips, an additional Eleven in the vicinity would force another Eleven out of the area and back into the soup.

I took a position where I could see the opening and a goodly number of Elevens ahead of me. I primed the outboard Eight-One protrusions for Eleven pulling duty, and began to scan as deep as possible. While moving slowly, I triangulated a pair of Elevens. One for each of the attraction points, but between my ringlet and the opening. The clockwork of the soup managed to work, and I briefly latched on and swung the Elevens forward, toward the attraction points.

Free of the Elevens, I engaged full swap mode and followed them in toward the opening. With not far to go, the attractive force took hold, and the opening began to distort and widen. From my perch on the elevated Six, I could see that we were lined up, and as the Elevens settled into their nooks, the entire ringlet followed, speeding through the wider opening, chasing the Elevens.

December 15, 2009

Cerca

Recovering from the impact with the containment mesh, I did a quick scan for the tagged ringlet, only to find that it had wandered in a new direction due to a lack of control. The mesh, however, had my rapt attention. While it might be possible to hop over and tunnel into the mesh, getting into a position so that I could make a hop just did not seem possible.

Unlike the monsters that can attract and repulse One-Eight-Ones, the mesh was firmly repulsive to any Eight-One paring. This included my ringlet and all of the nearby One-Eight-Ones. Skimming along the repulsion, I began exploring the inside surface of the mesh. In not much time, I encountered some zones that were very friendly to Eight-One pairings.

The patterns became flow lines, leading to openings that might take a ringlet if they were just a little wider. At each end of the opening were extra Electrons that looked like they needed a companion, as they bounced across the Sevens and Eights in the mesh. The frequency and shape of the extra Electrons' oscillations were familiar, so I mimicked the pattern as a scan pulse. Behind the veil of One-Eight-Ones, the eleven Protons in a single atom were keenly visible using the pattern filter. At only one Proton difference between and Eleven and a One-Eight-One combo, the Elevens were easy to miss.

December 14, 2009

Beacon

I followed the ringlet with the Fifteen-Eight tag, which made an easy scan target. The lack of direction and control was apparent, and advancement by swapping Ones off of the Eight-One protrusions was random and unorganized. The distance increased between the newly tagged ringlet and the responsible monster, and the influence of the Fifteen and its attached Eights became apparent.

While One-Eight-Ones would happily push and pull on the ringlet itself, the flagging Fifteen and it's Ones were much more active in the swap region, and quickly, the Fifteen began to lead the entire structure in the direction of travel, as slow as it was. I kept up the chase, or rather, the circling, and far enough away as to not disturb the tagged ringlet.

Shooting ahead to see what was in store for the tagee, I had to shut down the swap drive and drift. Ahead was a mesh of Sixes, Ones, Eights and a splattering of Sevens. While it looked flat, it really was not. A deep scan showed that the mesh was rising in every direction, and somewhat lumpy. Stretched and strong, the mesh easily reflected the push of the One-Eight-Ones, as well as my ringlet as we were flung back in nearly the opposite direction from which we came.

December 13, 2009

Tagging

Using the swap drive as I had to, I made another pass at the ringlet near the awaiting active area. After pushing it so close, I've seen exactly where it needs to go, and the rest should be automatic. I have to use the breaking maneuver to force a cascade of One-Eight-Ones to do the dirty work and set the ringlet up.

Everything worked, and in the flip-after-collision move, I got a spectacular scan as the end most Fifteen and three of it's Eight friends were clipped off. The Fifteen-Eight combination was firmly attached to the elevated Six on the ringlet. Now I know. It would be very hard to control this ringlet with such an awkward protrusion.

The removal of the Fifteen-Eight group lead to the release of the other two and the smashed ringlet triple that carried the Fifteen-Eight chain. Unceremoniously, it was buffeted away by the One-Eight-Ones that were now keenly attracted to the surface of the monster. Interesting how the patterns can change to attract, repulse and twist other molecules without the violence of a plasma or extreme agitation.

December 12, 2009

Fuel

Beginning a wide orbit back toward the attractive monster, I locked on to another ringlet in the vicinity and scanned. Plotting the basic path in this random soup is sometimes arduous, but things were going well, as the swap drive did not perturb the soup nearly as much as the collision and slide method. This let me zero in on the ringlet ahead and match planes.

Shutting down the swap drive at the last instant, bump and slip began in earnest, setting up a shock wave of One-Eight-Ones ahead. The wavefront buffeted the ringlet ahead, nudging it closer to the attraction point. Flipping back to swap drive mode, I banked the ringlet in a swooping orbit to set up for another pass and take a scan as the monster flittered underneath.

Flipping the ringlet over so I had a better view from the elevated Six, I scanned the attractive area for other things that were not really bonded, but held "just-so" by the monster. Yes, there were things larger than the Eights and smaller atoms that make up monsters, there was a signature of Three Fifteens flanked and alternated by Eights. The triple Fifteen branch was attached to an elevated Six that belonged to a triple bubbly ring structure. Bubbly because there are a number of Sevens in a smashed pair of rings that looks like that funny "8" symbol, and none in the third ring.

December 11, 2009

Screech

I scanned the Eight-One protrusions on my own ringlet to see if they had the necessary pull to cause Ones to pop-and-swap. I was amazed that I did not notice before, but yes, they swapped. I tinkered with the spin of the Electrons on one of the Eight-One protrusions and enhanced the pop-and-swap activity.

Working my way from Eight to Eight and twiddling the spin, the ringlet became much more responsive. Swapping Ones was much faster than bumping between them. I chased down a ringlet that had a Fifteen making the elevated Six look small. I ran after a few other ringlets that had not been modified, and passed them easily, only to find a monster directly in my path.

I disengaged the swap drive to make more time to maneuver past the monster and get a look at what it might do. On approach, scans revealed an attractive site that resonated with the rest of my ringlet. In a flash, I slipped to one side and spun the Electrons on two of the Eights to begin swapping with the One-Eight-Ones. Once I had the leading Eight in the ring pointed away from the monster, I hit the Eights on the other side to begin full swap mode, jumping forward and away from the mouth of the monster.

December 10, 2009

Power

With a little practice, I was able to knock naked Ones for quite a distance in the soup before they collided with something and changed direction. I had managed to recapture some of the magic of the first time I got a pair of Sevens organized and went careening around. The soup may slow my ringlet down now and again, but the nearly naked ones on the perimeter of the ringlet make it possible to slip past as if the ringlet was just another One-Eight-One.

Enjoying the relative freedom of this region, I began to track other ringlets and found some and a surprise. There were a few ringlets that were vibrating almost as expected, but moved strangely. I targeted one, flowing in a circular path to get a decent scan, focusing in on the elevated Six. Judging by my ringlet, an Eight-One is the norm, but not on this oddball.

In place of the nearly naked One that should attach to the Eight, was a much larger Fifteen, which was surrounded by three more Eights, one of which was hunkered down much closer than the other two, as it was loaning two Electrons to the Fifteen. The pair that were loaning only a single Electron were happily snagging and releasing naked Ones that usually belong to the One-Eight-Ones in the soup. If you have the pull, robust One-Eight-Ones will just up and split.

December 9, 2009

Plop!

Sliding uncontrollably toward the wider hole ahead, it scanned as being just larger than my little ringlet. Just as the edge approached, the entire ringlet spun and up-ended to slide neatly into the hole. As the first of the Sixes entered, and the elevated Six trailed, the pulse of the atoms that began to surround the ringlet changed in a downward direction.

The pulse patterns ushered my ringlet through the fabric of atoms and into a voluminous cavity that was completely filled with a One-Eight-One soup. Now that the ringlet is free of patterns above, I am able to make small steering adjustments by altering the spin of the outer electrons on the outboard Ones of the ringlet. While the directional control of the ringlet is nothing compared to what I can do in a field of Forty-Sevens, it is better than no control at all.

Banking and turning, crossing the flows that are prevalent in this soup, I can almost imagine that I am flying freely, if it weren't for the occasional thump and bump as a One-Eight-One turns in just the wrong direction for the elevated Six to slip past. Lucky for me that Sixes are fairly easy to keep hold of, otherwise I would probably get bounced off and have to hooked up with a naked One.

December 8, 2009

Keys

Flowing along nicely down a channel lined with a repulsive combination of Ones, Eights, Sevens and Sixes, my little six-cornered ringlet moved along with a few Elevens that were mildly attracted to the somewhat negative charge of the Eight-One termini that surround the ringlet. A few ahead and several behind, I focused on the path ahead.

As the noise of the mesh below was neutralized, I was able to focus in on the Elevens. If I could manage to transfer to one, I might be able to ride my way back to the central network. If I scan deeply enough, there is evidence of pathways, but nothing close enough to ride an Eleven to. From what I recall, the domain of an Eleven is usually somewhat limited.

Then an Eleven slipped below the mesh horizon into a narrow hole. I managed to catch a final glimpse as it slid below the surface. Focusing in on the vanishing point, several more Elevens were nearby, and I observed as a second Eleven drop into a slot opposite the first, and as it did so, the hole in the mesh opened slightly. Dipping downward as it opened, a cascade of One-Eight-Ones approached the wider hole ahead, but shimmied around the hole, repulsed.

December 7, 2009

Passage

The singleton ringlet continued to slip and slide in the soup, directed by compatible patterns that permeated the walls of this folded structure. Pausing to maintain distance with other singleton ringlets, this structure is not unlike the gridwork of the central network. Except that here, additional protrusions maintain and feed large numbers of Seven-Six-Six back-boned monsters.

Still other protrusions keep order, by flexing and wiggling slightly. This pushes the soup in a single direction, past the monsters and along pathways that are sized to take the smaller components that the monsters often eject, like my single ringlet. Ahead, another ringlet has stalled, and we are not slowing down.

Approaching far faster than I would expect, and getting yanked by an unusually high concentration of Elevens, I prepared to be repulsed by the like charges and vibrations of the stalled ringlet, and then it disappeared. Dropping straight through the floor of the channel, the ringlet could be scanned through the hole left behind. The hole was now narrower after the passing, and my ringlet just floated over with nary a bump.

December 6, 2009

Diverse

Single ringlets popped up during the next few sweeps, and more detections occurred as my pair approached a field of monsters, attached to a grid work of Ones, Eights, Sixes and Sevens. The synchronous patterns on the array of monster molecules below, differed slightly among neighbors, but repeated throughout the array. The pair continued, bumped along in the One-Eight-One soup until the monster matching the pairs pattern was apparent.

No need to wait around for a Twenty, as these monsters operate a little differently. The Twenty was in position before the final attraction cycle begins. The approach point is not as tight or twisted as the monster that sliced this ringlet pair off of the original chain. Ahead, another pair was quickly divided and as the Twenty shot out, another popped in place.

Our time had come, and in a swift and sure stroke, the Twenty shot past and another One-Eight-One was cleaved and twisted into the ringlet pair, neatly converting the structural Eight that bound our pair together, into a pair of somewhat repulsive Eight-One groups. Smaller and more nimble, the single ringlet slid easily between the One-Eight-Ones as new forces and attractions began to tug on the smaller, higher frequency, singleton ringlet.

December 5, 2009

Grind

The area below is increddibly dense with piqued Ones, all coated with a friendly layer of One-Eight-Ones with reasonably frequent passings of a Seventeen or a Ninteen now and again. Twenties were prevelant, once again, and the density of ringlets kept decreasing ahead, so my pair crept forward in spite of the occational high-speed Twenty. Not nearly as fast as I've travelled, but fast compared to the rate at which I've been moving.

Battering it's way through the One-Eight-Ones, the Twenty slowed, and began to succumb to the sympathetic fempto-vibrations that I'd been detecting in the deep background. The Twenty began to loop and zig-zag its way back in our direction, and pass in the opposite direction. None of this, really, in a single motion, for the Twenty was being batted about in the sticky soup that happens when One-Eight-Ones are floating lots of other things.

Pushed or pulled, I really had no clue, but a path was evident. No amount of spin doctoring in the ringlet made any real difference, and what changes could be made were quickly damped by some random One-Eight-One in the soup. Viatal yet annoying: these One-Eight-Ones. If I see one more of them pop a naked One at me again, I might have to learn some new techniques for dancing on an Eight.

December 4, 2009

Deeper

Slow progress is the norm, compared with a wand of Forty-Sevens, but this was even slower. Ahead, a ringlet pair would move forward, leaving room for my pair to scoot up in the order. We nearly always did, except for that rude ringlet pair that squeaked in just two vacancies ago. With the increased waiting time and general rudeness of the other ringlets, the destination had better best the journey.

Flipping between deep and surface scans, I found it amusing to juxtapose the inherent rhythms and patterns within even the One-Eight-Ones and their outward persona. Much more complex are the myriad of patterns and sequences that I've observed in active monsters. Either the One-Eight-Ones are simpletons, or they move faster than I can scan. I have to consider both.

Sensing these patterns has helped as I learn, predict and neutralize the effects of each pattern. This neutralization helps me to scan deeply with minimum interference. The result is a picture of previously masked monsters that are lined up column by column, row by row. Their patterns appear anticipatory, and my ringlet is already buzzing sympathetically.

December 3, 2009

Disperse

Working past the untangled monster, the journey through the soup continued, randomly in every direction. In total, we pushed forward into areas where the ringlet pairs were farther apart, since the One-Eight-Ones did little to reduce our own aversion to other ringlet pairs. This worked to make an even distribution of ringlet pairs in this region of the soup.

The number of naked Ones with their Seventeen counterparts had started to abate. A number of other assorted atoms were detected, as well as numerous Eight-One pairs. Unlocked from their normal jobs like they hold on my current transport of ringlets, these Eight-One pairs were heavy in the charge department, and happily neutralized the potent naked Ones by making them part of a stable One-Eight-One group.

I took a gander backward from whence I came, noting that the binding of the naked Ones might allow the arrested and untangled monster to regain composure and return to function. Even at maximum sensitivity, I could not detect a recovery of anything approaching synchronization, and the untwisted chains had not recovered.

December 2, 2009

Cleaved

The processing of the ringlet chain increased as my chosen pair was locked and rocked. Disconnected from the rest of the chain as the Twenty zipped past, I took up position on one of the elevated Six on the ringlet and settled in for an ride though this thick soup. Plenty of One-Eight-One, a goodly number of Seventeens that perhaps belonged with the excessive number of naked Ones that bubbled through the soup and danced about each other.

What was a stream scattered about into the soup. As my pair of ringlets continued into the unknown, scanning revealed an approaching monster of similar configuration to the one that I just left. With the large number of Eights, it becomes difficult to see the telltale Seven-Six-Six-Seven-Six-Six backbone that marks all of the monsters that I've encountered so far.

Pulled near the monster, to preserve equilibrium, the concentrations of charge are farther apart and unorganized. A flurry of naked Ones give the ability to scan past, and observe their quarry. Surrounding the backbone, these Ones were busy twisting at the backbone and forcing the entire monster to unwrap and unwind by disrupting the pulse of the monster.

December 1, 2009

Process

After discharging the Twenty and the pair of ringlets, Electron vibration of the monster shifted back to it's original mode, where the remainder of the chain was gently coaxed forward. The synchronized Electrons below weren't doing any unusual work, they just prevented the chain from slipping backward. The chain was actually being pushed by the soup of One-Eight-Ones, since any wrong-way pushes were prevented.
 
As the chain locked into final position, another Twenty popped into position and the entire process repeated itself. With the high concentration of Twenties, and enough extra Ones now floating in the soup, I really had only one choice to make — which pair of ringlets was I going to be on when I leave the grasp of this touchless monster. Remembering the incident at the Eighty-Two bridge, it is probably a good to have some to follow and some to still come.
 
I slipped along the Sixes in the ringlets, just to make it quicker, and counted off about six doublings of ringlets before I zipped around and up to the elevated Six for a slightly better view. Checking the distance to the monster revealed that the process was moving forward fairly rapidly. The Twenties were prevalent out here as well, and the change in patterns on the monster were discernible even from this distance.