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The Presteen-Blue Creator Lake Oregon And The Perfectly Natural Rock
[Please, do not remove them, but you may look and see.]
By Ronald David Minty
Aug. 15, 1959. just after lunch. Stephen is an uncle.
"Oregon became a state of the USA in 1859." Ron says.
"Salem, is our capital, and Portland is currently the largest city."
"Eugene, was founded by Eugene Skinner and his family and boast many beautiful sights including the family park."
"I was born in Oregon City and have lived in and traveled this Northwest region all my life!;o)"
"Silver Creek Falls boast much rich history of the area as well..." continues Ron.
"However, our political base is broad! Whereas the landscape often shifts and ebs... times they are a changing."
I hope that you enjoy... Our 'BrainChild' Prot'eg'ee Deep-Blue Clearinghouse!
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The DeepBlue Clear Waters'
R. David Minty
DeepBlue(c)2013
"Fix some more coffee, honey, and let me know when she gets here."
This was no ordinary man sitting in his bedroom smoking Marlboro's by the pack. The computer
on the desk was flashing a screen-full at a time. The printer spooled off its last ream of paper at
a frantic pace. Ron fancied himself a programmer, but he'd always wanted to be a writer. In
reality this early forties, gone-grey guy knew everyone thought he was just a paranoid
schizophrenic on Social Security. He was doing his best and he saw no contradiction in that.
The door bell rang, "Ding-dong . . . Ding-dong."
"Can you get that, honey?"
The man at the door stood tall and round, well dressed in a suit, but no tie. "Hi Mary, how are
you?"
"Hi Nickie, I'm glad you're here. I'm worried about him. He won't eat and he hasn't slept in two
days."
"I'll talk to him, don't worry, it's not good for your health," he said in a smooth reassuring voice.
"Oh, come in please." She looked tired, He thought.
She turned to the couch and sat down, gesturing for him to sit in the recliner. "Good! You
remembered the computer paper," she said. "He's been on edge. I can't take much more of this."
Ron greeted his guest with a firm handshake. "What's happening, Nickie?"
"I've been meaning to ask you that." The professional tone was evident.
"Look, you may be my therapist--"
Nickie raised his hand, "Hey, I'm your friend first. I care. Okay?" His tone had clearly changed.
"Besides this makes twenty-one reams of paper you owe me. What are you up to?"
"I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone!"
"Okay," Nickie softly stroked his full black beard.
"No! It's not OK! He's crazy I tell you!" Nickie could hear the edge of panic in Mary's voice.
"Calm down, both of you . . . Now, Ron, If you don't want to talk about it today, I can come back
tomorrow."
Ron hesitated. The only sound was the printer humming away in his room.
"It's Communergynics, " he finally blurted out. His fingers trembled with excitement as he ran
them through his bushy hair.
"Communication energy; the study of." They both chimed in unison. They'd heard it hundreds of
times. It was his favorite subject.
"What about it?"
"It helped me once," Mary answered, her voice now relaxed.
"It works!" Ron said, proudly.
"What do you mean, it--" The printer's humming stopped and a sharp tone interrupted from the
computer room.
"Oh no, it's out of paper! I've got to get some on the printer right away," he stammered.
"Ron, the program will hold it's progress until you initiate the printer again," Nickie said with a
confident look.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," he laughed. "Would you like some coffee? You know I'm always forgetting."
"And your manners," Mary added.
"Oh, cream or sugar?"
"Not since I was diagnosed Diabetic," Nickie said.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, C.R.A. ya know."
"Can't Remember Anything." Replied Nickie with a chuckle.
Ron poured their coffee. "Come see what I'm up to."
As they entered the bedroom, they had to step over stacks and stacks of computer paper on the
floor. Dozens of reams littered the entire room.
"Just move those books off the chair and have a seat," Ron pointed to the reams of paper. "Put
them on the bed."
"My God, where did you get the money for all this paper?" Nickie asked, as he moved them.
"I paid the rent and--No, don't put your coffee there; put it on the night stand. I never put drinks
near the computer--and spent the rest on these," he explained.
"Good God! It's Planet of the Apes . . . and Martian Chronicles," Nickie recoiled. "Why did you
print these?"
"I didn't . . . That's Dune and Metropolis is over there somewhere--I've got all the classics--It's the
computer," he mused.
"There, now she'll roll." He had inserted the next ream of paper and it was ready to go. With a
proud smile, he hit the button. As the printer began its humming, he spoke again, "Now, what
did you say?"
"Why?" Nickie sat looking around the room with his hands in the air.
"Not why, but how?" Ron laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Communergynics. It works!" Ron said, smartly. "I understand it, but no one else could. They
didn't believe me. Not even you. I showed everybody the vectors. You know, emotions
in-a-nut-shell."
"So?"
"So, I put it all into the computer," he stated simply. "Then, I put all the stuff, which I had
learned in my writing classes in too."
No response.
"Okay, I created a library of C functions for an A.I. program that would use Communergynics
and my writing skills. I also threw in a self-programming dictionary and thesaurus, and an A.I.
compiler."
"Yeah, A.I.--Artificial Intelligence." Nickie began to follow.
"So I gave it input." Ron said. "I'd created a menu setup, the clock, both of them Y2K compliant,
and entered one book."
"So, what's wrong with that?"
"No, you don't understand," he was shaking. "I gave it Metropolis! I could have given it
any-y-thing," Ron stuttered. "The list could have started any-y-where."
"What list?"
"The list I gave it to prime the memory," Ron said.
"Okay, so why is your computer printing all the classics?"
"Because it works!" Ron said confidently.
"Do you boys want something to eat?" Mary was standing in the doorway.
"Not now damn it!"
"Honey, you have to eat something sometime," she pleaded. "I'll fix you whatever you want."
"Okay, I want a hamburger."
"How about peanut-butter sandwiches?"
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"Fine!"
"OK!" she snapped, and addressed Nickie, "Do you want one?"
"Thank you, no."
"More..., coffee?" she asked.
"Certainly, thank you Mary!" Nickie responded. And as she left purposefully, he turned to Ron and asked, "So, what do you mean, 'it works'?"
"I mean I didn't tell it the words to the books. It's figuring them out by itself!"
"A book at a time?" Nickie asked.
"Yeah." Now we're getting somewhere, Ron thought.
"In what order?"
"Chronologically," he spat. Then out loud, "Now we're cooking with gas."
"What book are you on now?" Nickie mused.
"The next one is the wild card."
"What?"
"Oh I didn't tell you," he mumbled. "The program needed a wild card to boot properly. So, I
thought of Scott Huffman."
"Who?"
"An old friend I had . . . he went the way of the other cookie."
"What?"
"You see, the first time I took Mary out to dinner, when we met, I got two fortune cookies. One
said, 'You're missing a dear friend. Take heart.' Anyway . . . I remembered him say he had a book
idea about a therapist who went crazy . . he called it, 'Both sides of the Glass'."
"So, that is what it's writing now?" Nickie was truly amazed. "So, did he ever write it?"
"Come on now, the idea of a wild card is to choose something . . ."
"That's new!" Nickie finished.
"Bingo!"
Suddenly the printer stopped. As they turned to the computer, Mary walked in with the coffee.
"Where do you want this? Where--?"
"Quiet!" Ron snapped.
Fed up she set the cups down and turning to leave snapped back, "Damn you!"
Ron turned to respond. As he did he knocked the coffee onto the computer keyboard. "Shit!" But
it was too late.
"You witch, you," he screamed. "You ruined it all. You devil maiden!"
"Ronald," Nickie cautioned. "Control yourself."
"But she is a devil . . . She's been planning this all along."
"I think you're losing it, Ron."
"I know. I've already lost it!" He stammered. "I'll have to reboot it all over."
"That's not what I meant," mused Nickie. "When was the last time you got any sleep?"
"Counting today?" Ron asked. "I don't know, I can't remember . . .I'm sorry, Nickie. I'm sorry."
"Look Ron, take your Meds and get some shut-eye. You need some REM time," Nickie advised.
"I'll come back tomorrow, okay?"
"Yeah, It's hopeless," he groped. "My keyboard is ruined."
Nickie spoke softly to Mary in the living room before he left, but to Ron it sounded miles away.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he whispered over and over. Then he slept.
* * *"Afternoon, sleepy head."
"Oh, hi Nickie." Ron's eyes were full of sleep as he leaned up in bed.
"I think you've got a real novel here," Nickie said as he thumbed through the pages. "I have
something for you."
Ron sprang from the bed when he saw the keyboard. "Where did you get it--how--I mean?"
"I borrowed it from work," Nickie chimed.
"You didn't," Ron laughed.
"I'm the boss, aren't I?" Nickie mused. "Well, let's try it!"
Ron hooked up the keyboard and turned the computer on. The standard boot-up began to take.
"You can start over, can't you?"
"Just let me see . . . " Ron's eyes darted across the keys and screen. "I don't want to have to go
through all that hell again."
"But it is worth it!"
Ron clicked the mouse and then again and a directory map appeared on the screen. "Yes!" He
shouted. "I knew it!"
"What?"
"The first rule of A.I. is to put a memory saver in your batch files."
"What does that mean?" Nickie asked.
"It means, Mr. Freud, that we can reboot the program where we left off!"
"That's great . . . But don't get cocky," Nickie chided.
Ron struck a couple of keys and then paused.
"What's wrong?"
"If I can just remember the right key strokes . . . Yes!" Ron exclaimed.
The program started to boot. Several lines flashed by on the screen, then suddenly it cleared and
the statement '1 or 2?' appeared at the top of the screen.
"1 or 2? What is that?" Nickie asked.
"It's asking if we want 'auto boot' or 'author's menu'."
"What's the difference?"
"To let it write an original story or let us give it input of our choice," Ron responded.
"Author's menu!"
"Yeah!" Ron agreed. "Now we'll see what she's made of!"
The screen flashed and on came the menu.
"Okay, Date?"
"I don't know?" Nickie replied. "What's our choice?"
"Ten years from now, next year, whatever we want."
"You mean it can read . . . err I mean write the future?" Nickie asked. "That's scary."
"That's the idea, friend, it'd be no fun if the play ground was safe" he responded. "It'll write every
story that is going to be written! It doesn't help to go backwards. After all it's technological
advancement!"
"Okay, how about today!"
"Now it is!" He concurred. "And . . . characters and title! . . . how about Nickie and me in
'Progress'." He typed it in. "Now . . . Enter!"
The printer began to hum immediately.
"Uh oh...," Ron gazed.
"What? Oh the title's wrong!"
"I must have forgotten the semicolon."
"With computers, syntax is everything."
"What are you worried about? You got top billing."
"We're going to be rich, Ron," Nickie mused.
"No, I'm going to be rich. You're just going to get all the money you loaned me back . . . uh,
you're right, we're going to be rich."
"Yes, my friend."
"It's the other cookie!"
"What?"
"My other fortune cookie! It said, 'My friends would be friends for life.'"
"Coffee anyone?" It was Mary and she'd been listening all along.
Suddenly the printer stopped.
"What Dear?"
"You're a writer!"
"He's a Developer!" Nickie said.
"Yes, you're both right, but best of all I'm not alone, I have two good friends with me!" Ron said
with a smile, as he took the story from the printer.
"Well you'll have to come into the front room if you want your coffee," she grinned.
"I love you, honey, I do!" he said with a kiss, while wrapping both arms around her thin figure
giving her a big hug.
NICKIE *SAYS* HAH HAH HA HA HAU HAU HA HA HA HAHAHAHA HAH HA HA HAH
MARY *SAYS* HEY HOW'D YOU DO THAT?
RON *SAYS* THAT'S LITERARY LICENSE
MARY *SAYS* YOU'VE GOT A LICENSE?
RON *SAYS* I DO AND YOU DO TOO
MARY *SAYS* I DO
NICKIE *THINKS* WHO WRITES THIS STUFF? HA HA
Not today honey, I'm kinda busy...
Perfectly Natural, replies Erik. Where would you like the rock, Ron?
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Good, damned hell!
a spec of my observations: Ann, I could have been blind.
don't let your wheels drive you crazy;
see, last star fighter, or 2001-10.3001
"sp da find gal got back home" Captain G. Rod-n-berry lost ship 5-7 in 20! just got blown up. Goodday in Hell! How's about a walk...? Star Wars huh! cha-ba-ca man 12:13pmPT put c3po and r2d2 to bed. after reacymbly? I must be a Luke-Can Obie! Built Canned Laughter, in a can, Ann Fern, took decades!;o) No kidding! 4 a piece of the action.
"Keep dialin'!" Wil. Shatner
i bib. references:Bartlet's Famious Quotations! check sp&sp later...
sp = space or spelling.
Dones:::
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Hello Erick are you still there...?This author is: R. David
"My Fiancee loves me!;o)"
The 'BrainChild' Prot'eg'ee,
Release 8.4 a CIA man T5000 series prime 'Go!
"But honey, I know you're a woman!;o)"
Latest Release: Dec. 25th, 2004! a10.
Now with easier 'Setup.exe' and Via-Child, as well as, writing samples!
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we need a moral boost in this world!@!
I will be watching the inauguation from my hotel room!;o)
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0'kay!;o) This is the story you can believe it or not that's up to you I'm just going to start it, trouble has come, someone else must finish it. My child is here trust me and she will read this even if no one else does. She is seven. I love you, whatever your name is and where ever you go. This is your world now and I must go to sleeps, but please remember it was just Ron.
Children of Contact
A First Contact; yes, for real.
A story about the alians, aspergers syndrome and the Newtown Connetect Massacure.
The autobiography of an author. In the space age and the nucular collied...
By R. David Minty and mychildren and for my friend my child of little years. You came in peace I know!
"What in tarnation is going on here!" mused ron.
The boys stood round the fountain and we're trying to look cooler.
"It's Principal Tompson," one responded, "He's ordered us all to gather in the library..."
"All of us," Ron interupted. "I thought it was 'just the boys.'"
"Yes, we're probably going to have a 'little' talk about the lavratories again."
"Get to the library all of you, someone hasn't been flushing the toilets again!" Came a shout down the hall!
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I run a tight ship!;o)
to be cont. if the earth survives... i am lost....well, then again!;o) Hello honey! I'm a writer-developing somet'ingo) I supos'
Goodbye
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" we are your company slogans."
Instructions for the proper administration:
50/50 Chance you never have a Clue!.
mommy took all of daddy's honey, child!
nothing but vinegar left.
in the flat:
with the pool que!
video available on net.
devil went down to georgia,
looking for a soul to steal,
i was in a bind,
couldn't find my mind,
what happened next...
was real.
uh, over the line? yes i bank!
da dada da da da da!
devil's in the house,
of the rising sun!
And, I can play this,
Fiddle D D better than you.
ode to warren and hill, the grape rasp-B
A.K.A. the Oregonized Hornet
Download child example.
Make a merchant's and backup copy.
Take for a walk.
Locate bridge.
Say goodbye.
TOS
Prior to ever entering any psychiatric treatment.
Warning!
All tactile tickle sensory abilities have been found to be lost at the very first injection or oral administration of psychiatric drugs.
Termination of psychiatric drugs has been found to be physically impossible.
Psychiatric drugs will cause ongoing mental illness: references; Physicians' desk reference, package inserts, drug identification volumes, Merck Manual, as well as personal experiences and interviews.
All reproductive and parental abilities and rights are permanently lost.
Rights. constitutionally guaranteed are often forfeited on a down sliding and declining scale with continued medications use which has been found to result in loss of possessions including home.
Institutions can and do result in physical injury sexual abuse anorexia insomnia lack of function physically and mentally as well as loss of work skills and self help abilities required and described as six basic needs hierarchy. These losses are permanent and not covered and are rarely provided during hospital treatment nor in the housing programs.
Within your accommodations each time you find yourself somewhere... All privacy and self direction and priorities are rejected.
You are now a patient. You are not allowed to refuse or reject or decline.
You will participate.
Sharing is not an option!
Welcome to mental health...
Please forward to forward,
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Well, have you seen the part of the Titanic...
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"I just peed my pants and no one can do anything about it!"
Dances With Wolves, The man in charge at fort, "Pop!;o)"
In the course of time all genetic pools will be lost, confused says!;o)
(c)Sunday, April 07, 2013 year of the snake.
Happy Easter Eggs The 16th!
Happy Fools Day Fluff!
Happy 9th Robbie and Mary!
Happy 11th Kristen and Dad!
Goodbye
C:\Users\Ron\Documents\Disclaimer\publication-right!
Humans sick is that of a genius! 100% Gone A. Fishin'
What a kick. Bit of a GAF...that was the buzz, basically!
or press 'Esc.'
bty, somebody say's I had an uncle who invented the train switch, guess you paid for that, too?
J.F. Mouse That hurt!;o)
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