Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Razor Wire

Razor Wire

i hate Razor Wire.
And Chain Link Fences in General.
But The Essential Idea here is : ‘What is A Wall?’
How might The ‘Functionality’ of a Wall be Most Elegantly Achieved? 

So that if you wanted to put up a Wall  
( which could be Many, Many Different Things & Forms )
What do you want it to Accomplish ( ? ) 
And what is The Best, Most Elegant Solution for That Barrier?

Razor Wire is saying;
‘We’re really stupid, & Razor Wire is The Best Solution that we could think of!’

Razor Wire is just Ugly.
In one Sense; The Patterned Repetition, & Geometrical Structure of The Razor Wire is Aesthetic in its own way; But The Functional Violence of The Wire Overwhelms that. 

i really think that Industrial Technology should now have The capability of Creating ‘Wire’ Fences, Like Chain Link Fences, whose Internal Structure & Design should be of any Desired Forms, Like Line Drawings, Using Wires of Many Different Widths to Emulate Brush Intensities. 
This may be achieved with Robot Arms that would Effectively ‘Weave’ The Wires into Their Desired Forms at A Rate Marginally Slower than Chain Link Fences are Created Now. 
The System to Make these Fences would be Designed to Incorporate Many Different Designs & Allow The Customer to Customize Their Own Design, with Software that Would Take a Drawn Design or Even a Photograph & Convert it into a Highly Secure & Manufacturable Fence at A Nominal Fee. 
It may look & Seem like it would be much more Expensive to Make Fences this Way, But once The System(s are up & Running, The Mechanical Effort to Make Image Based or Rectangular ( Diamond Grid ) Fences would be Nearly The Same.   

As for A Really Secure Containment Barrier, as May be Required for A Prison or Other Security Conscious Facility; There would undoubtedly be many alternative Solutions, The Most Aesthetic Implementation would be a Fence or Wall that Doesn’t Look Secure at all.

This all relates to The Promise of Industrialization; That A Much Greater Diversity of Products would become Available, Compared to The Prior Era & Generations when Chairs, Dinnerware, Fence Posts, Bicycles & Clothing were all Handmade, One Piece at a time by Very Skilled ( or Not ) Craftsmyn. 

Instead; Just The Opposite seems to have become Actualized; With Street Lamps, Fences, Much of our Clothing, Architecture, Simple Tools & Commercial Design tending towards Minimal Structural Forms, Partly due to The Architectural Philosophy of The Futurists, that Form should follow Function As Opposed to The Ostentatious Baroque Designs from The Last ( before The Last ) Century. 

i would like to see carefully crafted & unique cherubs holding up each street lamp, Intricately Ornate Bicycles, Tortuously Embellished Tiled Designs for all our Sidewalks & Streets, Along with Fantastically Florid Geometrically Fabricated Buildings & Houses. 

We might also have Entirely Unique Car Constructions for Each Driver, by allowing The Buyer to work with a SemiSentient Designing Cogitator to Draft The Automobile of their Dreams, then Produce it with an Elaborate 3D Printer in A Day or Two.

As a tiny footnote to The Customization of Automobiles; Each Vehicle, like Boats & Ships, Each should have a Lyrical Name embellished on each side, & A Computerized Vehicle Administration Number ( Formerly; The License Plate ) would be available ( Not Visible ) by An Electronic Interrogation of Any Such Vehicle in a Given Area. 
That is : Currently; You may have just witnessed an Accident whereas a Blue Sedan just ran over a small, albeit, unattractive child; which then flees The scene of The ‘Crime’. You quickly gather your wits & attempt to memorize The Filthy License Plate Number under The Most Unsavory Lighting! 
The Alternative System; Given The Same Situation; Is that; Firstly; The Car would recognize that it just hit something & refuse to drive off until this event is resolved, Or given that this feature is missing or has been disabled, It’s Automated Administrative Identification Number would still be Available, As any Car that is Routinely noted under ‘Ordinary’ Driving Situations to fail to Provide this Number under ‘Friendly’ Inquiries, would be immediately ‘Pulled Over’, And The Driver would be rudely accosted until their car came into compliance with these New Regulations. 
At any Rate; You witness this horrific ‘Accident’ & immediately pull out your cell phone, Digital Companion or run over to a PreSentient Parking Meter & Ask your Cybernetic Friend to take note of all The Vehicles in that Area, Specifically Blue Sedans. A few blocks from There, The Offender is gunned down in a hail of lead provided by both Civilian Volunteers & Civic Guardians. ( Formerly; Police Officers )  

a state of Local Nirvana


Jim from downstairs ( Spofford Building ) was telling me today ( Thursday, September 19, 2013 ) that he frequently experiences genuine pain upon hearing a truck pass by The building. The Sound of The Grinding Gears &; such ( ? ) It is like someone punching him in The Stomach, so he reports.

This is entirely reasonable because i have experienced similar effects &; been told of similar things by other people, notably my mother, that related a story in which a woman at church would cause her severe torment ( ? ) by merely listening to her voice.

i have experienced this effect myself &; attributed it, Not to some psychic influence, but simply The Resonance of The Auditory Frequency which is ‘Tuned’ to my Skeletal or Internal Organs, which they absorb instead of dissipating them as they would with any ‘Ordinary’ White Noise that i’m exposed to all The Time.

On The other End of This Spectrum; i have often heard The Voice of someone that is so Calming that i am placed into a state of Local Nirvana.


Several Stories / Of Lesser Quality ( ? )

These ( Series ) are Very Raw Ideas for Stories.
Feel Free to Steal Them ( Creative Commons ) if you'd like to develop any of them into Stories, Books or Films ! 




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A Christmas Story:

A Family of 17, A Husband & Wife, His Sister & Mother, Her incestuous Brother and their 12 children of Unspecified Parentage, are facing another Christmas in which they have nothing. The Husband is a broken down drug addict, the Wife; a worn out whore whose hands were bitten off by wolves years earlier. The Others are all wretchedly misshapen carnival rejects, none of them is able to sleep a single night without wetting their bed or weeping all night, sniveling with cowardly fear. 
With Christmas only a week away, each of them makes a pack with the devil to sell their souls in return for a delightful gift for each of their housemates, never thinking for a moment of anything for themselves. 
When Christmas morning arrives, they find a beautiful christmas tree that is half buried with presents. Each present is the most wonderful present that any of them could possibly imagine. 
Each of them made the same arrangement with the devil, They would be given all the presents for their family, and 7 years of reasonably good fortune, before lucifer would collect their souls, and their hollow spirit would fall into the eternal furnace of Hell. 
At The end of the 6th Year, they celebrate a comfortable Christmas and each finally confesses that they sold their souls, and that next year, they would forfeit their most precious vapor to the library of Beelzebub, and thereafter suffer without hope of a moment of reprieve.  
Each Weeps for The others, but not a single tear falls for their own misfortune.
When The last Christmas arrives, Satan appears and each honorably surrenders their gossamer underwear, then leaps into the pit of fire.
10,000 years creep by, and each day is filled with the wailing of the lost creations of gawd. After all this time; The Kingdom of Satan finally ends, and the ashes of The burnt souls are collected by grumbling angels. 
The grey soot is then thrown into a sea of heaven, where the spirits are reconstituted into tiny fish that swim aimlessly in the ocean, confused & uneasy, but free of the pain that they were forced to endure for the millennia in Hades. 
After another 10,000 years, The fish are caught up in a net. Each of the fish is just as confused as the day they fell into the sea, and are only vaguely aware of what is happening as each is gutted and eaten by angels.
Their preserved souls have long since dripped on the floor of the library, the pages that they were once preserved on, have rotted away, and having been eaten by worms.
The souls collect in the cracks on the tile floor and merge into a collective entity that waits patiently until they find a bird that washes its wings with this mysterious fluid. The Souls possess the bird and eat all the other pages that hold the other souls. This great collective soul is then greater than the light of lucifer when it was still held high in heaven, and is even greater than the light of gawd.
It then flies to heaven, attacks & pecks gawd to pieces.
The Angels, confused with the madness of this circumstance, flee without bothering to throw a single magazine at the bird as it tears the eyes from gawds sockets.
The Universe is then left is disorder and randomality burns at its edges until each soul falls without the protection of gawd, covered with sores and breaks apart into dust.
Only The Bird Remains in the end, and forms a new universe, but this new gawd is an exact duplicate of all the previous gawds that existed before it. 
All the old mistakes are repeated,
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A Man is struggling to cut up a dead body in his bathtub. He has an electric carving knife, but it's not going well. It keeps stalling & then he has to pry it out of a bone or thick cartilage. He's getting blood all over the carpeting as he trudges back & forth to the kitchen to get different knives. Then there is an insistent knocking at the door. When he asks who it is; The woman on the other side of door rants inarticulately. Then begins knocking and kicking at the door again. He tells her to go away, but she is all the more insistent. She demands to know who he is. Surprisingly; She does not call the police, but just continues to knock frantically at the door. Finally; He opens the door and Although he is covered in blood, she storms past him and demands to know where Lisa is. She is in the bathtub, partially dismembered. He takes the woman to the bathroom and shows her Lisa. The woman exclaims hysterically; “What the Hell is going on here!?” He plunges a large knife that he’s been holding all along, into her back and then sighs deeply. He drags her over to the bedroom and wraps her in a quilt, then sits on the edge of the bed. He picks up a thick yellow pages book and thumbs through it until he finds a carpet cleaning service. He calls one of the numbers and tells the woman on the phone that he has recklessly butchered a pig in his bathroom, and made a terrible mess. How much would it be to clean all the carpeting? He writes down a few figures that tells the woman that he’d like them to come over the next day. She tells him to keep the stains damp with towels and says that they can’t come over any sooner than the day after that, so he concedes that that would probably been best and hangs up, then returns to the bathroom and begins sawing away at Lisa.
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A man is established as a nice fellow. He is polite, but not overly so. He is kind to children & animals. While driving along a rural road, he picks up a young woman that is hitchhiking. They talk briefly before she pulls a gun on him. The conversation turns to obscure political & conspiratorial theories. On a straight away, the man begins to slowly accelerate the car while calmly talking to the girl. She has neglected to fasten her seatbelt. When the car reaches 80 mph, he slams on the brakes. She it thrown forward. He deftly reaches over and takes the gun from her. He immediately shoots her in the hip and throws the gun out the window into a pond when he resumes driving. The woman is screaming and trying to get out of the car, but there's no handle on the inside of the door. The man drives off along a secluded road, up to an abandoned barn. He drags the woman out and brutalizes her. Up in the loft are two teenagers having sex. They watch the woman being, ever so slowly, murdered.
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A Pickup Truck drives along a dirt road to a Group of large buildings in The middle of nowhere, There The Driver meets a man & they exchange a few dollars. A Large Mechanical Thing is loaded into The Truck. He stands around & talks for a few minutes then looks at his watch & exclaims ‘Crap!’ He quickly excuses himself from The other man & jumps into The Truck. He hastily makes several adjustments to a variety of dials & levers on The dashboard & pulls back on a throttle. Instead of Driving away, The Truck Disappears in a Flash of light. It reappears in another flash of light in orbit around The planet. The tires burst & The air in The cabin rush out through The vent windows. The Mechanical Thing Floats off. The man looks down at The dashboard dials & exclaims; ‘Crap!’ & then tries to reset The controls, but it’s too late. The Truck tumbles through space & begins to fall into The atmosphere where is burns up entirely. On The ground, in The driveway of a house in The suburbs, a thin woman stands impatiently tapping her foot. 
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A Mad Scientist that is only 16 or so, invents a table which can scan anything as The object falls into it, & then The process can be reversed, bringing The scanned object back up. The Process can then be repeated, creating a duplicate of The original, or any number of duplicates. He then lures a girl from The neighborhood to come over & lay down on The table, As soon as The Scanning process begins, The girl effectively blacks out, & only become conscious again when the reforming process is completed. She reports a mild tingling sensation, but otherwise is completely unaware that anything odd has just happened. She then leaves, & he makes several duplicates of The girl which he tortures & murders. Each duplicate believes that she is The original of course. The original girl finds out about The duplicates & how he’d murdered them. She reports all this to The authorities, but by The time they investigate, he’s disposed of most of the blood & all of The body parts by dropping them back into The scanner, which effectively reabsorbs them. But has he committed any crimes ? Were The girls that he murdered ‘real’ in The sense of having citizenship ? Did he murder the first girl when he scanned her ? Is the First Reconstituted Girl a duplicate or an Original Copy ? If he creates Nine more duplicates, The girls parents claim that they can’t possibly support 9 more daughters, & insist that they be reabsorbed by The table ! How do they choose which ones to ‘kill’. Which is Not thought of an killing.
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Amy & i create a world  
Based on A Dream : Wednesday, September 14, 2016 at 9:10:11 PM
Amy & i are on one of our giant star-ships & we’re bored, so we leave together & find a desolate world on The edge of a galaxy. This solar system has a wonderful view of The spiral galaxy below it, & consists of only 5 rocky worlds, none of which have any trace of life. So we terraform all five & construct around The outer rim a gossamer sphere of webbing that is meant to view The rest of The universe. Inside each planet, we build a huge ‘Wanda’ Class Cogitator, each with it’s own self-interested purpose for The rest of it’s life-time. 
Amy & i become children of a sheep herder & his wife that live on The side a blue mountain. 
Far below us are cities full of people, dirigibles, but no planes, plenty of bicycles, no gasoline engines, no electricity, but they have a vyral powered world, which is something like a universal life force that is harvested from The sun & certain rocks that are pulled from rushing rivers.
We live there for many years, happily enjoying a simple life & working on advanced mathematics & other problems that The cogitators have posed for themselves.
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One afternoon; The outer grid detects a spaceship from an alien civilization.
In this realm, there are very few life bearing worlds in The entire universe, & ones that harbor technological or space-faring civilization are far, far fewer. In all our explorations, we have discovered only 2 dozen in more than a hundred galaxies that we’ve inventoried.
This space-ship comes up on our solar-system so quickly that it fails to detect our observation grid, & we fail to see it until just before it crashed through it. 
The grid suffers only insignificant & easily repaired damage, but The space-ship suffers severe, but Not cataclysmic injuries. 
The Space-ship, traveling at trans-celesta velocities grinds to a halt, & while it sits there, in The orbit of The 4th planet, surveying it’s plight, we send faux emissaries to it through a teleportation hole that appears near The ceiling of it’s bridge. Several small, sock-puppet like creatures drop through The hole & begin examining The visiting space-ship. 
Our technology is far beyound theirs & they are helpless to do anything to stop our examiners. 
They open The visitor’s computers ( or equivalent ) & begin to examine their base knowledge. They painstakingly display The visitor’s alphabet on their main display screen, carefully analyzing each character & it’s associative connections to The data-base. The visitors are flummoxed, but are helpless to do or aid in The sock-puppet’s endeavors. 
After many hours, The sock-puppets finally greet The visitors in their own language & tell them whats-what in vague & misleading terms. 
The sock-puppets then tell The captain that they have selected members of his crew on their own, & these 12 or so will be taken to our main-homeworld ( 2nd from The Sun ) for a complete tour, & then they will be returned. Meanwhile The space-ship will be trapped in it’s current orbit around The 4th Planet’s solar orbit, about 40˚ from The 4th Planet, which is fully terraformed & has a primitive sentient population on it, which they can observe from their position, but they won’t be able to visit it.
When they ask how long The away team that The sock-puppets have selected will be gone, The sock-puppets say; ‘No more than 300 of your years.’ & then they leave through The teleportation hole which then vanishes. 
The Visiting aliens repair their ship, but find that their engines are disabled in such a way that they don’t understand how they could be broken. Also; all attempts to contact their own civilization are thwarted. 
Upon arriving on our home-world, Amy & i watch from our mountain top, but do Not interact with The Aliens. They are given a full & open tour of our world, much of it ( as always ) is completely fake in a Disneyland sort of way ( ! )
On The Star-ship; they notice that their stock of supplies is Not being diminished & their batteries are Not going dead. Their personal devices are operating without having to be recharged, no one is getting sick & accidents which should be producing serious injuries aren’t. The Captain asks The doctor to check to see if anyone is aging, & it’s discovered that they are Not.
One of The children then discovers that The pictures in her personal tablet are now infinitely enlargeable. This means that while before, she could pinch & zoom in on various parts of a photograph, they zoom limitation no extended to The molecular & atomic levels. After a more through examination of this; it’s discovered that all of The pictures on board The ship have this feature, & additionally, they can be navigated from within, like a 3D realm, each photograph is a insta-gram of The entire universe, which The viewer can rotate & travel within with unlimited access to full details of everything. 
Not only is everyone on board this space-ship Not aging, but they are growing younger.
They’re ship’s-sensors have been enhanced so that they can see fine details on The surface of The 4th Planet, & The other 4 as well. They are unable however to locate any of their own crew amoung The few million on The 2nd Planet however. 
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An Abusive Husband ( or Wife ) that is abusive in an entirely unexpected way. Not: Physical or Psychological Violence. What is there to attack besides The Mind or Body ? The husband attacks himself, or his own stuffed animals. He praises his wife while being cruel & abusive to his stuffed animals. He draws pictures of The stuffed animals engaging in unnatural sex acts, and torturing each other. He draws them with horrible diseases, in filthy hospital beds, cared for by living animals that know they not alive, so they don’t care about them, but are obligated by some obscure legal necessity to provide them with medical care. This disturbs his wife, and he tries to comfort her, but his compulsion to illustrate this alternative reality is irresistible.
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An Art Thief is planning to steal some art from a large museum. The Museum Director has seen too many movies and TV shows in which the clever thieves disarm the electronic systems controlled by computers, and waltz away with all the museum’s treasures. So this Director believes in simple man power. Where an ordinary museum may have 20 or so guards at night, this museum has 200. So that the thief takes his time installing hundreds of tiny cameras throughout the museum. When the night comes to steal the art, he puts on a stylishly black costume with a complicated looking helmet that doesn’t allow him to see out. Instead, he can only a see a gawds eye view of the museum, in 360 x 360 degree accuracy. The computer that takes in all the feed from the cameras & displays the positions of all the guards and identifies their faces, so that it can display a wedge of what they’re seeing, their entire field of vision, and also calculates areas of blackness. Since there are so many guards wandering around the museum at night, there are no other alarm systems at all. The thief is then allowed to simply use his gawds eye system to step confidently from black zone to black zone throughout the museum, taking down pictures, and hiding them in plain sight as he slowly moves them out to a waiting trailer. His technique is further enhanced by replacing each removed painting with a large poster, which is printed to replicate the lighting of the original, so that it will only be noticed as missing under the most astute examination. The pictures on the move through the museum are hidden behind more posters of wall sections and doors that are never used, or in maintenance closets. At some point; A Guard notices that some of the pictures are missing, and although there is chaos in the museum, The method that the thief is using is unhindered. At times he has to enter Zones which Represent The Peripheral Viewing Areas of The Guards, So that he may Enter these Zones for a Very Short Time, So when the Guard Swivels his head to look directly at the thief, he has moved beyound the edge of his viewing wedge. The Thief uses Pillars and other Guards, Window Glare, Deep Shadows, Confusing Backgrounds, Wall Murals, Tables, Furniture, Simply Freezing, Boldly Walking in The Open in Front of Guards that have been profiled as being kind of dumb or having a particular kind of vision problems, or crudely distracting The Guards or The Police that Arrive with Devices and Props that were placed in the museum with the cameras and are activated by remote control.
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An Unexpected Murder
A police investigator is interviewing a small, frail man that has just killed a much larger man that was suspected of murdering several people. The small man has a connection to The Larger murdered man, as The larger man had connections to all of his other assumed victims.
The small man tells The investigator what happened;
… He came to visit me about (x, but it was soon apparent that he had come about some other business. He bantered about for several minutes, confusing me to some degree, but then he suddenly blurted out that he was very angry, annoyed with me about (y. i told him that this was understandable, & i had acted poorly, but it was his own dang fault that things has turned so undesirably for him. He did Not accept his own culpability in this business & then attacked me. Curiously— i accepted this turn of events & throughout The struggle never felt afraid or believed that i was in any ‘Danger’ although i fully understood that he was making a sound & vigorous effort to kill me. It was as if i was dozing for days or weeks before this moment, when i was suddenly awakened, seeing colors & hearing sounds more sharply than ever before. Everything seemed alive, even The furniture & The Light from The Room shone from every object, they were Not reflecting The light from The window, but shining from within. Although The large man was much stronger than myself & he held The fire-poker, he swung at me carelessly & i immediately knew that i stood a very good possibility of defeating him. He was full of hubris & over-confidence. i knew that if i simply remained calm & didn’t act rashly, i could wait for few moments, assess my best option for retaliation & then strike with assertiveness, i could gain, for a moment, a distinct advantage & then over-power him, which is what happened.  Even now; i am still outside of The World & will remain away for The foreseeable future. i don’t know when i’ll be returning. 

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Bad Planet
A group of astronauts crash on a nice enough planet, but their ship goes down in very deep water and while swimming away, their suits fill up with water, so they have to slip out of them, then some sea animals attack their rafts, causing them to loose all their supplies, so they reach the beach, buck naked, without anything...
Except for one electronic encyclopedia that contains the sum total of their technology, cultures & medicine.
Although all the plants and animals on the planet are chemically, nutritionally inert to them, they manage to separate out some seeds and organic matter from their feces, scratching along for the first few months. 
Then just as they begin to stabilize their situation, they discover that another planet in this system has a very irregular elliptical orbit, and will bring it in near their planets orbit, causing it to flip into an orbit that will kill all surface life. Apparently; This planet endures this mass extinction every 100 thousand years, but for them, no amount of shelter will protect them for the centuries of this planets very unusual orbit.
So they have to build a space ship and escape, and they have only 30 years to go from zero technology to a hyperspace traveling spaceship.
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This seems extremely plausible to me, Given that without knowing how to make computers 200 years ago, living at a state that was only a few decades of technology beyound cave men-- That if they cut out all the static periods and knew what they needed to make next, they could develop elemental technologies very rapidly and work up from there. 
The big question is; just making a kiln is one thing, but mastering the art of ceramics and discovering all the minerals that they'd need... How long would that take? Just how much directed effort would be needed to replace x number of years of thousands of people, thousands of Undirected man-hours to accomplish somesuch ( y )?
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Epistemology
Believing & Knowing

i believe
i want to believe
i wish i could believe
i have faith that (x is true
i have faith that (x may be true
it is reasonable that (x is true, but i doubt it still
i know
i want to know
i wish i could know
i wish i believed what i know
i know i believe
i believe i know
(x is reasonable.
(x is reasonable & i have no reason to doubt it
(x is Unbelievable, but everyone says it’s true.
Everyone was wrong about (y being true.
i believed (y.
(y was known to be true, (y couldn’t have been wrong
there was no way (y could have been wrong.
(y turned out to be wrong.
i know that i can never know
If it is true that knowledge is an illusion,
Then Many Illusions are True.
But there is no way to know which ones are True.
Is there?

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To Believe (x
You must Believe (x
You must have good reasons for believing (x

To Know
You must Believe (x
You must have good reasons for Believing (x
(x must be True

But what if The Logic you are using is Faux ( Jiggery Pokery ) Logic ?
Might it be that you have The Best Reasons for Believing (x,
And your Logic is Sound & Valid, And (x is True, Really True;
Might it be that Your Reasoning or Infallible Argument for (x is Flawed in Some Special Case, So that your ‘Knowing’ that (x is True is No More ‘Certain’ than that of someone that Believes that there are Cookies in The Drawer over The Sink, Simply because they want to believe that there are Cookies over The Sink?

You can never be sure if your Logic is Valid.
Jiggery Pokery Logic allows you to Always be Sure of Anything that you Want to Be Sure of.

But what if The Logic i’m using is Valid?
It’s Not Jiggery Pokery Logic !
But how can you be Sure of That ?
Although your Logic is Perfect & Sound; Your Knowledge of (x being True is Handicapped in The Same way as someone Accidentally or Frivolously believing in Some (q, That just happens to be True. They Believe something that is True, But do they Know it to be True? They Hardily Believe it to Be True, They are Sure it is True, They are Fanatically Certain that it is True; But they don’t know it is True. 
And you; Using your Flawless Logic is weighted down with The Same UnCertainty.
Despite your Personal Certainty of (x being True, Despite your Confidence that your Logic is Sound & Valid, You also ‘Know’ that Jiggery Pokery Logic has The Potential to Provide you with that Exact Same Degree of Confidence. 

You can Never Know, Never be Certain that Your Logic is Really Valid.

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There are Many Harmless, Sun Bleached Traffic Cones that Believe with A High Degree of Certainty that A Very Long Time Ago, After Most of The Dinosaurs became Extinct ( for reasons mostly unknown ), But several thousand years before Gilgamesh built The Ziggurats of Ur, There Existed a Vast, World Wide Civilization that Far Surpassed The Technology & Architecture that we are Familiar with Today. 
And Since this Civilization disappeared without a Trace, There is really very little, if any evidence for it, The Confidence of These Beliefs is highly suspect. 
One might reasonably ask; How could such a Global Culture Disappear so Completely?

That is The Worrisome Bit.
Because not only Did This Grand & Ancient Society Once Exist, But During their time, Many people believed that they were not The First. That long before they came into existence, There was Another Well Established World Wide Civilization That Preceded them. 
And they were right as well.
This Civilization that we are living in now is The 26th World Wide Civilization to Occupy this World. We are just becoming sufficiently ripe to destroy ourselves as The 25 Civilizations that came before us. Our time will pass in about another Eight Thousand Years. Plenty of Time to finish your knitting. 

How & Why these Cycles begin & End is explained a little in Amy Salamander. 
Each was a little Different, But The Elemental Theme was nearly always The Same.
Civilizations 3, 9, 19 & 21 were sufficiently deviant that this Rule does not apply to them. Maybe The Rule won’t apply to us, But it’s looking as if it will.
Granted; Eight Thousand Years is a long time, and a lot can happen between now & then, But very unexpected things can happen. Very UnExpected. Ask Civilization 19 about UnExpected. They will give you an Ear Full. 

In a Peanut Dish; The Explanation boils down to; Knowing & Believing.
What if someone discovered a way to be really sure of Knowing something.
That is; You believe you know (x, And (x is True, And this mechanism assures you that you really do know (x.
You’re sure you know (x.
This is very different from believing that you know (x,
Or knowing that you know (x.
You’re Sure you Know that you Know (x.
And how can you be so Sure?

That is The Very Dangerous Part.
Because you say so.

Nowadays; In Contemporary Circles; Logically we can say that we define (x as such & such. But in so doing, The Truth & Validity of (x doesn’t really hold much Tapioca Pudding. It’s just a convenience for The Logical Argument that Follows. It Contributes to A Sound Propositional Foundation towards Constructing an Irrefutable Argument for (x.

But we also ‘Know’ that this Irrefutable Argument might very well be discarded sometime in The near future. Confidence is Cheap.

But in most of These Extinct Civilizations; About Six Months before they Completely Disappeared, And their Spaceships that had been launched speed away from The Earth, Never to look back over their shoulders, This Astonishingly Clever Way of Really Knowing Something was Discovered.

The Quirky part about this; Is that many people living today, know, or think they know, or believe they know, or believe that they believe it to be true, They can’t quite bring themselves to really believe it. They are missing one important piece. That piece is a tiny molecule in some people’s brains that allow them to think a little bit differently than most people. 

These people can really believe things. 
They can believe anything they want.
And when they’re shown that believing is The same as knowing.
That’s when trouble starts.
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Field Trip
From a Dream had between 5:30p - 7:00p / October 4th 2008
A troupe of boy scouts go on a field trip to a system of underground caverns and just by coincidence, a small group of law enforcement officers accompany them as tourists from a locally held convention. Deep in the caves, one of the FBI agents goes a little funny in the head and begins a shooting spree that leads to the other officers shooting at whatever or whoever began the shooting. Due to ricochets & not knowing what they were shooting at to begin with, everyone is killed, except for one young scout.
He spends his life compulsively training himself to be ready for something like that, if it were to ever happen again, but it doesn't. 
When he is 48, he discovers a crazy person by a series of unlikely circumstances, that has built a time machine. This time machine cost about $500 to build and runs off household current. It can allow the user to mentally go back in time. At first the inventor is careful not to even try to influence events in the past, thinking that any tiny change will effect his own present. But the young scout, now 48, talks the inventor into allowing him to revisit that day when all the scouts were killed,  and to make additional changes to the machine so that he can merge with his own past self. 
This is done, and the old scout finds himself in the cave with all the knowledge that he has accumulated over the past 30 years. He manages to identify the agent that he 'thinks' started it all, pulls the gun from another agents holster and tries to shoot the offending officer, but things go awry and everyone is killed again, except for himself.
He keeps all this a secret.
When he is 48, after doing much more research into the shooting and all the officers, he realizes that he picked the wrong agent as the alpha shooter. 
He finds the time machine builder and returns to the cave again.
He is absolutely sure that this time he has identified the correct agent that has shown many signs of mental instability, as well as a personal fear of caves & children. In the cave, he grabs a gun and shoots the crazy agent, but again, everyone is killed except for himself and one other boy.
After leaving the cave, the time traveling boy waits a few weeks and then tells the other surviving boy what the whole story is; because he has intimate knowledge of their future events, he convinces the other surviving boy of all this. 
Years pass and the surviving boy #2 finds the time traveler and returns to the day before the shooting, and slashes the tires of the school bus, making the field trip impossible. The crazy agent goes crazy 3 days later, killing 2 fellow agents and a drug dealer, then himself. The surviving boy #1 is from another troupe and was able to attend the field trip, but noting that the details were all wrong, did nothing, and nothing happened, But he did find out about the other boy slashing the school buses tires, and got into a lot of trouble. The tires cost several thousand dollars and his parents had to pay for them. The Surviving boy #2 never revealed why he slashed the tires, but the surviving boy #1 came forward to try and explain it. By essentially the same means as he convinced boy #2, and lie detectors, he convinced them that boy #2 meant well. 
Years go by.
With all this information out, many people are waiting for the mysterious time traveling inventor to become known. Both boys found the inventor under improbable circumstances and could not provide the others with a specific address or identity. Nevertheless, when the inventor's machine is built, several people not only learn of it, but it's operation principle as well, and publish these details on the internet. Soon several thousand people have built their own time machines and are going back in time to repair their own childhoods, but for each trip that is taken, the past has already been irrevocably altered by previous time travelers, so they end up changing things, killing people, burning down houses, whose occupants were not involved in their time lines...! 
In other words, the master time line becomes hopelessly muddled...!
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Dream ends.
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What is the outcome or real consequence of this severe time muddling. Is it merely a new time line, or a time line that no longer has a direction that was set in play 6 billions years previously. Are waves of time now so disrupted that they are crashing into one another at right angles, falling down vortexes, petering out along dead end embankments, or building up into perfect time storms. 
Might it have been that consciousness, under normal circumstances can see a little into a predictable future, but now it can't?
Do people now have misplaced deja vu's...?
???
It would seem probable that the central figure was me, but i get a slight sense that it was one of those dreams that i was watching like television...?
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Flintstones World 
Based on A Dream : Tuesday, January 17, 2012 7:57:22 AM
This Dream started out in a particular way, and then evolved tangentially more & more as i woke up.
It started out with me ‘waking up’ in a Flintstone like world. The people were dressed contemporarily, but they were lacking many modern conveniences, and fundamental ideas of physics, chemistry, logic, mechanics and so on.
So when i got there, i wanted to share my knowledge of these things with them, but i was confused as to where to begin. Then after starting with physics, i switched to something that i believe i understand pretty fundamentally; Propositional Logic, and Fractional Propositional Logic and applying these ideas towards created a simple adding machine and later computers.
But as i get going on this; i realize that there are lots of little details that i’m unsure about, and there is a greater fundamental problem of Propositional Logic not making any sense for many of The operators. 
So i switch to The Problems of Science & how they should embrace Epistemology for their search for truth, but again; i don’t really know how to begin this discussion, other than The world i come from is all wrong.
Then i discover that this isn’t my ‘past’ but a completely different world, with 3 moons and then i later discover that this world doesn’t have any old people or children. They also don’t get sick or die, can’t be injured and while they seem to breath, can’t drown. 
While they wear clothes, i discover that they don’t seem to care if i take off my clothes, take off their clothes or have sex with them in public. They seem to lack any preferences for this or that. They eat, but don’t need to eat. They sleep, but don’t need to sleep. They have days & nights, but don’t keep track of passing days or years. They don’t have calendars, weekdays or numbered years. 
They have just always existed like they are now.
At some point i realize that rather than trying to change them to make them into something else, i should make myself available to answer any questions that they have and show them how to test these new ideas to verify that what i’m saying is true, But they don’t seem to have any questions.
i then discover that if i make is clear that i’m looking for a particular kind of person, that person will ‘show up’. 
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Three Fat Men

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A Middle Aged Man is Strolling down a Walkway when he is suddenly accosted by Three Very Large, Fat Men that Bully him & try to take his Wallet & other Valuables, But The Victim quickly takes The advantage & manages to knock them all off their Feet. They are all so Fat that they are struggling to get up. They are Helpless, & The Victim watches with Bemusement as The Bullies struggle & Fail to get back on their Feet. They apparently are unable or unwilling to help each other, & they are soon begging The Victim to help them get up. Instead The Victim begins to playfully push them around, & discovers that will little effort, he can get them rolling in any direction & control their momentum. He then isolates one from The others & begins rolling him along The walkway, across a grassing knoll, through a flowerbed, down some steps, along another walkway until they come to a rather easy sloping hill which The victim then pushes The Bully onto, watching him gain speed, bumping off trees & sailing over small ridges until he reaches The end, which has a very low curb separating The path from a steadily moving River with Rapids, which The Bully soon finds himself in, screaming helplessly as he disappears over some falls. The Victim then makes his way back up along The way to where The other two are still struggling to get up. He pauses & rests for a few minutes, throwing small stones at their faces, then get up, selects one & begins kicking him back down along The pathway that he’d just come from. 

The Popes Ring

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The Popes Ring
A Scruffy Cowboy along a boardwalk in a old western town suddenly grabs a young lady in a billowing dress and pulls her through an invisible doorway into a corridor filled with strange aliens, additional corridors, windows looking out into strange landscapes and such. 
‘Where are we?’
‘Purgatory!’ and then he proceeds to pull her into a side alcove and inflicts his lascivious ways on her. After finishing with her, she falls back into her town’s dirt street, naked and humiliated.
We then learn that that cowboy is hundreds of years old and has obtained many magickal powers by his use of ‘The Popes Ring’. Apparently each New Pope has a Magickal Ring fashion for them by Elves, but The Elves do not reveal to The Pope how to use The Ring. They are expected to ‘know’ how to use it by virtue of their worthiness of being The Pope. Needless to say; Few Popes ever discover that The Ring has any special powers at all. 
Many years ago; A Cardinal removes The Ring from a Dead Pope and replaces it with a cheap imitation which is buried with him. The Cardinal takes The Ring believing that it is simply a colorful trinket, or worth something because it was once The Popes.
The Cardinal’s Ring is then stolen from him and changes hands many times, without anyone knowing what it’s real value is. Then The Cowboy comes to own it by a series of odd circumstances. He later comes to befriend a Mystic of sorts and The Mystic discovers The Potential of The Ring. Together they explore it’s power, but neither of them are particularly good, and fortunately, not genuinely evil, just very amoral & mischievious. The Mystic eventually finds his own way and leaves The Cowboy. He lives on & on, inadvertently murdering many victims and causing great trouble, and occasionally rescuing innocents, but never doing anything with any particular intent. He is just wandering along, allowing things happen to him.
One trick is to enter and exit from Purgatory any time he desires. Purgatory is a benign place and he uses it as his personal sanctuary. No one there has any interest in him and they all have their own problems. 
He occasionally runs across Angels, but they are curiously uninterested in him as well. They consider him to something of a pest, but not a serious problem. The Ring has some kind of inherent authority to it, And is either indifferent to who wears it, or has, and this may be what The Angels believe; The Ring choses it’s owner for some grander purpose that they shouldn’t interfere with, irregardless of how incomprehensible The actions of The wearer expresses.
The Elfin Community is aware that he has The Pope’s Ring, and are attempting to repossess it, and bury it with The Pope that it was made for, but each time they attempt to intervene, High Strangeness takes over. Other Quixotic beings seem to have an interest in either stealing The Ring for themselves or Keeping it on The Hand of The Cowboy.
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The Box

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The Box : 
A low level maintenance worker ( with a very high IQ and dysfunctional personality type ) at a government facility happens to come across a box that he inadvertently picks up to discard, as it is left unattended in an area where piles of other refuse is stacked to be discarded. While removing the garbage, a Red Alert goes out over the entire facility, but he is just in the act of leaving the parameter and gets out, right before the gates and building are sealed. Because the guards in that area were distracted by ( x ) just before the alarms went off, they didn't notice the maintenance vehicle leaving. 
The next day, he hears about the incident. Apparently; One of the NSA agents, or Spy had somehow misplaced a portable decryption device, And if it fell into the wrong hands it could compromise many of our codes. A few days later; The box is still missing, and the government is required to scrap millions of dollars worth of encrypting protocols to switch to the next tier of coding conventions. Everyone at the facility is very upset. The agent that lost the box is found guilty of treason and shot. 
The Maintenance worker hears about all this through the grape vine and doesn't piece it all together for weeks afterwards. He has kept the box, thinking that it is a radio or portable computer or calculator of some foreign kind, and is curious to see if he can figure it out. After he comes to understand that this is the box that caused all the confusion, he at first thinks that he should turn it in, but then when he hears that the agent that lost it was shot, he suspects that maybe he will be knocked off as a loose end that would have to be tidied up. 
During this time; After he got it home, it was pretty dinged up, so he took out the battery pack and stored it in an old refrigerator, which is lined with lead. He hadn't done this to shield it, but merely because he was afraid that the battery may have been leaking, and he stored it there to keep it from being damaged until he had a chance to clean it, Then after a day or two, forgotten about it. All this while; NSA Satellites have been scanning the whole state looking for the transpondant signature of this box. 
After a few more weeks; He finally gets about to looking at the box, and examines it carefully. He opens the back and knows enough about electronics to see that it has a transponder antenna, and measures its output. It's dead, but he also knows that A Microwave signal sent to it could bounce off it, like the antitheft tags on clothing at Walmart. He takes photos of the box and internal electronics, noting many internal numbers and codes on the many black boxes inside it, and then wraps it all in several layers of aluminum foil and puts it back into the refrigerator, which he now realizes is lead lined. 
Over the next few days, he is extremely paranoid about any strange or odd looking trucks or vans in the neighborhood, but they seem to just be driving through. Actually; A signal was detected from that area, but the satellites couldn't localize it, and the signal was ambiguous anyway. An Effort to find the source of the stray signal was made, but then abandoned. 
The Worker spends many hours at local used book stores, Army/Navy Surplus Stores, Junk Dealers and talking to drunks on skid row with military uniforms before getting a firm idea of what the box really is. He also finds an old Spy, that tells him many crazy stories, and how he had gotten too close to a flying saucer case. When he was discovered to have seen files that he shouldn't have, they were going to kill him, so using every trick he knew, he managed to disappear and get away. He left everything behind, except for a file of encrypted documents in a code that was used years previously. A code that the box would still work with. This was determined by comparing Coded labels on the black box’s inside, and Identification Stamps on The documents. Along with these were Other Stamps in Purple & Silver Ink; ( K ) SECRET / BUFFALO LEVEL CLASSIFICATION / EYES ONLY / DO NOT OPEN / DO NOT BREAK SEAL / Plus lengthy Penalty Warnings. The Spy tells him that this all means that the document is far above ordinary levels of TOP SECRET. This is a Highly Confidential Compartmentalized Departmental File. Even The President or Generals or Admirals with The Highest Levels of National Security Clearance couldn't see this document, unless they were cleared for this Departmental Program. It was Strictly Black Ops of Black Ops. Maybe Black Ops of Black Ops of Black Ops.
The Spy Then finds out about The Box and they examine it together. The Spy confirms that when it's operational, It will give off a unique electronic signal that satellites in orbit would be able to detect, So he helps construct a Faraday Cage to Shield This Signal, Then to be Doubly Sure; They hang cones of Aluminum from the ceiling and electrify the surrounding earth. Unfortunately; All This creates a highly distinctive Patch of electronic signal Anomalies which pop up on The NSA's Routine Satellite Surveillance Maps. These appear all over the country, and about 60% of the time there is a perfectly natural explanation for them, But each is investigated Anyways, At a low priority level. Typically; The Area is merely surveilled with a truck mounted unit and if it matches a signal configuration that they're familiar with, it's just ignored. This signal is right of the edge of being suspicious, So it is Noted, A secondary file is created, then ignored. 
Meanwhile; The Spy and Maintenance Worker continue to research the box and how to operate it. They find a manual in Russian that they found on the internet. It was in a box of USSR, SMERSH ( A Real Spy Organization ! ) Documents that were discarded after The USSR Fell. This Manual was created as an analysis of The Box they had. The Russians ( The Maintenance Worker Speaks a Little Russian, and then finds a native Russian Girl to Help with The Translation of it ) were able to tear one apart and outlined how all the components worked, including the functionality of each of the black boxes, but the actual protocol of how to implement The Controls on The Box and Translate something that Eluded them. It was determined to be of little use, As The Codes were being changed regularly anyways, and if they were interested in something, they would simply buy a clean document from a mole, of which there were thousands, working inside the US government. Taking this lead; They found a listing of many of these moles that were active during the time of their document's creation. Then they located one locally, An Old woman that provided them ( for sex, money and evenings spent watching old movies from Netflix with ) with many of The Catch Phrases & Technical Jargon that would allow them continue researching The Box. 
At About this time; The Boys also discovered that when The Box was turned on, It would Normally Emit A Carrier Wave that was like a Siren to Tell The NSA Satellites where it was. They already knew this, sort of, but this was A Defeating Blow to them. They had anticipated that A Perfectly Ordinary Electronic Signal, A Unique Signal, would be Leaked when the device was operating, but this was different. In the later case, The NSA Satellites would have to be carefully listening for this signal, But The Prior Case would be like The Box Calling The NSA Person to Person to Let them Know Where it Was. The Tiniest Hole in their Faraday Cage would betray them. They were sunk. Then The M-Worker had a Tremendous Insight into this Problem. They Discovered That this Alert Signal normally lasted about 2 Seconds because of Hand-shaking & Hash Codes to Verify that The Alert Signal was Valid. All They had to do was Interrupt this Cycle, So that it was never Completed. Although they didn't understand The Electronics Thoroughly enough to disable this feature, they were able to Operate the Signal Processor in Single Increments. That is; When The Box was Normally Operating, you would simply turn it on, Key in a Input Character, Then Press; DECRYPT, ( A Blue Button with a Aztecean Pictoglyph on it ) And The Decrypted Character would be added to a Plain Text Buffer, Along with The Character appearing in a window. Much of The Box was Mechanical, and not Electronic, So that this window consisted on a metal wheel that would rotate under the window. They Discovered that they could completely disconnect the main battery power supply, Add a hand Crank Generator, and one Twist of The Generator's Handle would be enough to Process one Character of Code, then the unit would go dead again. This cycle lasted just less than one second, much less than The Alert Flash.
After considerable fooling around and trail & error; They manage to decrypt a line of the document. It is indeed about something to do with the operation of a captured flying saucer & something else. But then the next line won't decode. ( ? ) !
They go back to The Old Woman, have more sex with her, watch several movies, and she suggests that The Code is using a Staggering Slip Key. This is Somewhat unusual, but not insanely so. They merely have to find The Slip Sequence for The Document. These Sequences were assigned rather sloppily, and Many Documents from A particular Era or Year or Month, would all use the same Slip Progression. This would essentially A PseudoRandom Generation Algorythm that would tell the code operator how much to shift The Decryption Key for each line. 
While they were researching these Slip Progressions; The M-Man decided to use the computers at the library, because they were faster, and The Spy had moved in and was using his computer to play frustratingly difficult children's games on. At The Library; After typing in Slip String, Slip Chain, Slip Series into Google. The NSA Computers that monitor All of Google's Search Terms, immediately recognized these Phrases as Hot Buttons! They dispatched a team to the library, where several men in black scuba costumes stormed into the library, shot a girl at the station that they mistakenly thought was the unit making this search, then planted a large orange slab of plastic explosive on the monitor, ran back outside, through a large plate glass window, where they attached themselves to hanging cables which pulled them into round holes especially designed for such extractions, on the bottom of an all black, eerily silent helicopter, as it swooped away. Moments after it left, witnesses reported that it changed color to sky blue, effectively making it nearly invisible! Then The bomb went off, severely injuring dozens of library patrons. Amazingly; The M-Man had ducted behind a pillar and was one of the few in that vicinity to suffer only minor burns to the sides of his arms as the fire ball rushed past his position. The Next Day; The local paper reported that the library would be closed for 2 weeks while the carpeting was being cleaned.
All ( ! ) they would have to do, was find a low level ( merely Secret or Confidential ) document that was encrypted at about the same time as their document, in both Its Encrypted & Decrypted forms, and then use a home computer ( A super computer compared to when the document was made ) to back step the pseudorandom generator algorythm. This would probably take about a week. 
Using The Freedom of Information Act; They obtain dozens of Confidential Interoffice memos from the time that The Spy thinks that this document was produced. They get the necessary software from a local computer club for the local Junior High School, and set to work. After only 4 months of trying memo after memo and then trying The Discovered Slip Chains on Their Document, They are back in business. Only to hit a snag again on the second of 17 sections. Apparently the sections were encrypted at different times, so they have to keep trying different Slip Series and Initial Key Points, that should be Revealed in The Encoded Text Itself, but it appears that The Encryption Technician may not have known exactly what they were doing, So they have to consider how The Encryption Process was misused. Even if The Document was being Decrypted by A Trained Box Operator, It might be Very Frustrating. If it were being Decrypted on a Main Frame, Presumably The Software would have made allowances for this sort of misuse and worked around it. This Handheld Box was meant for Well Encoded Short Field Messages, Not 200 page Documents with Illustrations & Photographs!
( This idea of Slip Codes is based on Two Sources in Real Life. One is something like this was used in Dan Brown's _Puzzle Palace_ The first Dan Brown book that i read, And The other is that The HP48's Internal Firmware Code is Staggered About half way through, to prevent anyone from simply downloading its proprietary software. This wasn't much of a security door, as we were able to simply take this into consideration when hacking into it, and moving the bit map over one notch when it suddenly stopped making sense. )
At about this Same Time; The NSA Satellites where detecting two anomalies at the site of The Boy's Workshop. One as a Regular Bleep of Partial Alert Codes, in Fragmented Form, Which are expected to occur from everything electronic, diesel trucks, arc lamps & welding equipment, static discharges at carpet factories, car crushers at junkyard's, electrocutions at state prison's, firework's displays & old refrigerators. But his was showing a Pattern. The NSA had an underground facility in West Virginia that was The Size of Kansas City, that was filled with The Latest & Near Latest Computers that were specifically designed to look through random noise for patterns of any kind whatsoever. The Second thing was another anomaly that would easily be overlooked, except that this one was right on top of the other. And that was an Electronic Hole in Their Neighborhood. Nowadays; Everyone has a shitload of Electronics in their home, and each house is like a lightbulb of microwave radiation shining into space, night & day. But Right there, where they were, Their Enhanced Faraday Cage was blocking out all of their electronic signature.
A Truck was sent out to Investigate this spot.
The Team in The Truck knew that this probably had a prosaic explanation was not expecting to have to blow anything up, but after sitting all afternoon across the street in a carpeting van, they decided to enter the house with scanning equipment. The Faraday cage was located in the basement, and due to their paranoia, long before the library incident, they had hidden the door to the basement behind a carefully crafted bookcase, which when opened, would lead to a hidden enclave that contained stacks of pornography. This tiny room would feature another false wall which lead to The furnace room, which had a trap door that led to their secret burrow. 
Curiously; The NSA Subcontractors didn't find the bookcase door, instead they focused on the old refrigerator that was located right over the spot that the spy was working The Box at That moment. They Ran their scanners over the very noisy refrigerator several times, pulling it away from the wall, and kicking the filthy motor sticking away from the back. It clearly wasn't the one that it was originally designed to use and they swore like drunken sailors as then pulled it out onto the back lawn and blew it up. Because the commotion upstairs, The Spy stopped using The Box. Which corresponded with The Refrigerator having it's cord pulled from the wall. 
They left, Mission Accomplished.
The M-Man & Spy then redoubled their efforts to create wave canceling electronics that removed any trace of The Alert Signal, And also, based on comments that the team that had invaded their home had made, carefully crafted just the right amount of 'normal' EM Pollution that the NSA expected.
Fortunately; The NSA computers & Satellites weren't quite smart enough to spot areas that were 'normal' that shouldn't be. The NSA computers considered 'Normal' good and benign and tended not to double think these things.
After all this; The Boys were able to continue Decrypting the Documents fairly straightforwardly. 
Then they discover why it was so Secret. The real reason why the government is so hysterically fanatical about contributing so much disinformation to The UFO/Flying Saucer Phenomena.
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The Black Project

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The Film Begins at Something like Area 51, with a couple of low level operators working in a large industrial area with flying saucers stored and piled up around them. They are sitting at drafting tables and their supervisor comes over to check up on what they’re working on. They reveal that they’ve been performing extensive diagnostics on Some of their captured flying saucers and other interdimensional objects that they’ve come across, and have developed a method by which they can build a time machine. This sort of project has been proposed many times before, and they never work out. Like ESP and Cold Fusion, All the work done with Time Travel suggests that it may be possible, but they can never seem to really nail it down. But now; These engineers and their supervisor, built a proof of concept prototype and are convinced that this new approach will really work this time. They show their prototype to their supervisors and some other engineers and receive mixed reviews. A few of the most critical engineers point out that this approach was tried about 6 years ago, and nearly destroyed the southern united states, Disaster was so narrowly averted in that case that there was extensive talk that all their captured flying saucers and other materials should be buried in a 12 mile deep hole that they had access to, and any attempts to back engineer incomprehensible technologies should be forever forbidden. The elemental idea of playing with grownup toys was pure insanity. That hysteria was shelved, but The Governmental Administrators that fund and supervise their Black Projects has been Very Conservative Since then. The Engineers in Favor of this new Time Machine project were convinced that it was a substantially different approach and fought for it’s funding. Unfortunately; The price tag for the basic research and development of tools to build the time machine would be at least One Trillion Dollars.
All further attempts to seek funding for it was met with a cold shoulder.
Then A Brilliant New Tactic was Suggested by one of the Supervisors that believed in this Time Machine, which they were Very Enthusiastic About. The Basic Idea was: What If : They Obtained the funding by some process which would very nearly destroy the world, but it would be OK, Because once they got the time machine working, They could simply go back in time, Avert This Disaster, Creating a New Time Line in Which They would have Both Their Time Machine and Completely Avoided The Scheme to Raise Their Funding that Nearly Destroyed the World !  
All Previous Limited Experiments with Time Travel Showed that All The Inane Paradoxes were Mysteriously Bogus, In that It was Perfectly Possible to Go back and Kill your Grandfather as a Young Boy, And Return to A Substantially Changed Future ( Your Starting Reference Time Period ) And Still Exist. You would be totally lacking parents or A Past, But you would exist as a Perfectly Stable Bubble Anomaly. Numerous Bubble Anomalies of this kind had been thoroughly Identified, Proving ( ? ) to many of these Chronological Researchers that Time Travel was Possible. Critics of this research have offered numerous alternative explanations for these bubble anomalies, but their explanations & rationalizations were often far more improbable than allowing for time travel, or presupposed a universe in which time travel, although not the cause of the bubble anomaly, would necessarily have to allow for time travel as an incidental property.
The Plan that were sure would work was to create A War on Terror, by making the public believe that an attack by an international terrorist group was attacking the united colonies. In order to do this, they had to control the world news media outlets, and blow up some buildings, but they had all the resources in place to do this fairly easily. They then used low level sleeper agents in the creamy house to manipulate policy makers to make all the worst imaginable decisions to invade other countries and completely destroy them, creating essentially world wide chaos... 
Which in this atmosphere of economic collapse, they would simple skim their 1 Trillion Dollars off the top of a Budget far exceeding that.
They then clear a space at Area 51 and begin working on their time machine.
Unfortunately; They discover that their critics were right, and it won’t work. They have destroyed the world, and are unable to go back in time and fix it.
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The Bitternuts

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A Husband & Father wakes up one morning, has breakfast with his family of 7, everyone goes off except him. He tells his wife that he’s taking a day off to get some important things done around The house. 
Then he kills all The pets, burns family albums & important family papers & his own journals.
He picks up The youngest children from day care, takes them home & drowns them in The bathtub.
When The older children come home, he murders each in their own way. 
When his wife comes home, she discovers all The bodies & goes a little catatonic, hinting that she’d seen this coming for some time. He guides her nearly cooperative zombic body to The garage & hangs her—
Then sets The house on fire & drinks a concoction of several drain cleaners.
Unfortunately; The fire doesn’t take & when The fire department arrives, he is still alive & is taken to The hospital where he is operated on. It looks like he’s going to survive, but by The end of The day, he dies of a foolish nursing oversight.
Everyone is now dead.
But this is only The first Quarter of The Film.
The Rest is how The Ghosts interact with one another, 
How The Father finds his way home from The Hospital, confused & bewildered.
The Investigators at The house are cleaning things up & trying to piece together What happened & why. Their voices are muted, but we can clearly hear what The ghosts are saying.
A new family moves in after several months of The house standing empty, where children break into it & have experiences with The Ghosts.
The New family senses that The house is haunted & priests & ghost hunters examine it.
Finally; Some The Family ghosts disappear.
The Father goes before The mother, who is The last to go. 
She is still there; remaining glued to that spot, thousands of years in The Future where she is finally isolated & put inside a robot, receives psychiatric care & gets a job as a industrial robot where she assembles some incomprehensible product with unimaginable tedium. 
forever.