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The next stretch

In continuation of yesterday’s story, it is time to die you the next part. There is no news. As I personally see it, the news has become a much larger soapbox for big business and politicians. As such I can weave my own yarns and likely more entertaining. So where was I? I ended yesterday with 

The sensation was coming from the north north east, far beyond Ad Durar Street. He walked towards Yas Mall and decided to walk into IKEA. He walked into the restaurant and ordered the Salmon Teriyaki with Mango salsa, sparkling mineral water and a large coffee. He put 4 notes of 20 dirham in the hands of the lady and got some coins back. He needed and sat at a table by the window. There was not anything owe could do, but now he had a better feel of what was happening and the mall was not in the way of any interrupting feelings. He concentrated and viewed the people with his other sight. There was nothing out of the ordinary of anyone he could see, whatever this was, it would have a dark aura, optionally bordering on black. With every bite and sip he took, he was looking to the people in the back, even there, there was nothing to show him what was the cause. The weird thing what that he had not felt this feeling in over 15 centuries.  And this kind of power does not usually hide. It was more common in the 5th century when the Jinn were a lot more common than they are now. But they might be hiding in the folds of safety. Still. He had not felt this way for a long time and if there is a new player in town, he had to know. 

By the end of the meal, he had another blip, it felt like to was around Noya Luma. As such he decided to walk there. It took him around 45 minutes. He was taking his time to scan and see the people he did notice. It was more of a community, so the people were weary of him, they had not seen him before and after a while a person walked up to him and said “hal yumkinuk musaeadati min fadlika?” Apparently the man needed help. He nodded and followed him, his mind saw that there was no one to see and no cameras. The man wielded a knife and pointed it at him “Your money, now” He saw this coming a mile away and he smirked, the man pushed the knife towards his chest and he grabbed the hand holding the knife with his left hand, his right hand went around the neck of the man. His concentration told him that he was out of sight in every way. He felt the ring on his right hand. And he squeezed a little more and the next second the man was turning to ash, the power of his strength had evolved over the centuries, as such he was very blessed to turn this man to ash, even the bones dissolved, the calcium lost its coherence on the spot and he went away in a cloud of ash, the ash fell to the ground, but he knew that the smallest breeze and some water would be all that was needed to remove whatever evidence ever existed. He saw a few items, which he left where they were. The knife he would cast in some trashcan the first moment he found one. He continued on his route and when he arrived, he saw nothing of worthy, but he noticed a Starbuck sign and decided to sit down, have a sandwich and more coffee and feel the surroundings. 

When he got his coffee with a dynamite chicken sandwich and sat down, he could relax for now and feel what more could be coming his way. He was sitting for at least an hour when he felt the air change. It was what he expected, it seemed to be a jinn, but not a normal one. Darker and a lot more dangerous than he had ever seen. He saw none of the people that gave the vibe, but then he saw it, the aura was none existent, a weird setting, but it made sense now. It was not a Jinn at all, it was an afreet and not a normal one. He was seemingly a lot stronger than anything anyone in his larger family had ever faced. As such, he was not going to approach it now. He watched the man and saw the man was fitting in, not wanting to stand out. He liked that, because an afreet is normally full of chaos and destruction. This one was different, but he was not taking any chances. He then felt a larger different pulse, not anything he had ever felt, it felt Egyptian in origin, but he had no idea who it was, merely that it was massively old, older than he had ever felt. Optionally older than his grandfather, which was the weirdest of feelings. His grandfather was here before mankind was, so if it was older. What was it?

He binned his trash and walked back. Time to get back to the hotel, but the idea of getting food at that Rainforest cafe. The lamb mandi meal radiated with appeal and he was getting hungry. He was walking towards the Mall when he suddenly felt weird, his senses alerted him and he felt the afreet right behind him. No-one had approached him unfelt for centuries. He stopped and turned around. The man looked at him. Who are you? He asked. I go by the name Lavrinthi. And you? Let me introduce my self. I am Al-Malik al-Aswad, I am also known as the black king. I noticed you Olympian, but you are not really Olympian, are you? There is something different about you. Lavrinthi looked at the man. The other filing was not you, was it. Lavrinthi shook his head. I seems Egyptian, but I never felt anything like that before. The man nodded. I will let you leave now, the afreet turned around and walked away. Lavrinthi looked at the afreet walking of and went towards the Mall. Time for some diner and time to consider what he had experienced. He considered his options and decided to take another path. He decided to see if the afreet would approach him, or if he would keep his distance. After his meal he stopped at a coffee place and had another coffee. Time to get back to that Warner Brothers hotel, he was so looking forward to the breakfast they serve, but that will come after the night he has coming and it would be time to erect a very different kind of protection, because he had not experience anxiousness in many centuries and getting approached unseen was a really new experience for him.

What happens next? See another day, the next installment might come in the next few days.

Well this part is also for ADTV (or its parent Abu Dhabi Media). Perhaps they like it, perhaps not. I am getting my creative soul fed and that is good for me, a lot better than weeding out BS from optional BS, which is how I see a lot of the media exposure. And when the Financial times is giving us ‘Trump administration asks OpenAI to stagger release of new model to vet users’ as well as ‘Trump administration allows some access to Anthropic’s Mythos’, so whilst some people are considering that “Unease over Washington’s ad hoc regulatory approach remains.” And in all that time no one is considering that it opens up the European markets for DeepSeek and whether the next part is real ‘Microsoft Now Wants Users To Adopt Chinese DeepSeek AI After Failure Of Copilot’ (source: Channel News) is unknown, but that is opening a few Chinese walk ins into the west. The status? I have no idea, I honestly don’t. But some are saying that the race between China and the western AI markets are much harder to see and I get it, but what happens to that famous ‘Big Beautiful Stargate’? Consider that this is a $500 billion market being poured in a second or third placement and as I see it (and written about several times) set for a non-existing AI, or as I prefer to call it a fake AI. So we see a massive public-private AI infrastructure venture aiming to invest up to US$500 billion to build the world’s most powerful AI data centers and Europe and optionally the Commonwealth as well are setting up Chinese walls (a happy coincidence expression) against United States data centers. So, investing that much in data centers that are keeping track of a population of 349 members of the United States? I very much doubt that and I reckon that these centers will be avoided by China and several others as well. Did anyone consider what happened to the $500 billion? Just a questions to ask. 

Have a great day.

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Story time

This is what happens and after I saw all the BS (as I see it) hits the internet. I had a little enough of this. So whilst we are given ‘Bubble talk is ‘blasphemy’, says SoftBank CEO’ with the quote “SoftBank’s CEO Masayoshi Son does not want to hear any faint-hearted negativity about AI.” So, how about calling something AI that is nothing of the sort? Is that not blasphemy? Ai is more than a decade away. After that I saw a few more articles and I kinda shutdown, but if you want stories I can give you one. This one is for ADTV (or its parent Abu Dhabi Media), the story plays for the larger part in Abu Dhabi, but to be honest, it started in Accra (around 1104). So before you start reading, this is a story, it is not real.

In May 1104, the crusades pillaged the city of Accra, over 4000 muslims died in that event, even though they offered to surrender, allowing residents to leave peacefully or stay under Crusader rule. However, the Genoese violated these terms and pillaged the place. This got the attention of a man called the Black King, his real name was Al-Malik Al-Aswad and he took offense to the Crusaders being on Arabian lands. There were scuffles, but in November of that year, the Crusaders set a trap, they wanted this infidel and they knew he was strong, but they didn’t know how strong, so a hut was created around a cage, a leaded iron cage. And they wanted, there were two doors, the first was open, the second closed after the crusader who played for bait went through the rear exit and close that door whilst getting out of the hut. As the Black King entered the hut, the first door slammed shut. Here the story becomes a jump. 

What they did not know that the man was an Afreet and without knowing they had the best cage imaginable. The man had no way of eloping from an lead coated iron cage. Lead was used to stop iron bars from rusting and the cage was completely leaded. They knew they had something really evil, because he was not stopped by swords. They took the cage and rode it with to the end of their known world. It was at that end when they heard about a cave, everyone feared this cave. This was the the end of the known world (for them) they were near Muscat in Oman and they left the man in the cave and then caused it to collapse. As they were concerned their job was done. They figured that this man would starve in weeks and they went back towards Accra, they never made it, but that was a different story, the fate of this man was lost in the sands. 

1918
It was the end of WW1, the RAF set up camp in Muscat and in that beginning there were some bomb runs for the newly graduated RAF pilots, they had sopwith Camels (the same the New Zealand air force still operates) and one threw a bomb which fell on collapsed cave and at that point, two of the bindings of the cage were broken. It was the start of his escape. It would take years to get out, but the man was immortal, time never mattered, what he was for now was hungry and thirsty.

1962 
The man had created a strong presence. It was a slow life, but he was dealing with the emerging of Islam all over the Arabic lands and the stage of such a strong christian setting was utterly upsetting to him, he was still careful to act, not out of fear, but he recently escaped ad he did not want to experience a repeat and these people have much stronger weaponry. 

2026
The man had moved and moved over the years. He was now in Abu Dhabi, he spoke the language, he knew the people and after being all over the Arabic nation, he knew where the corrupt, the easily manipulated were and he was growing his influence. Islam had stopped his progress to a much larger degree then he had expected, christians were relatively easy and tourism was awakening all over the Arabic lands. So whilst he was walking a thin slab broke and he sunk in it with one foot, under it was a Cobra, they were rare in the UAE, so he was taken a little by surprise. It attacked, but he was surprised and he lashed out and drained the cobra of its life essence.

It was a slow day, a man was sitting in a floater in the Al Raha River in WaterWorld in Abu Dhabi. He was enjoying his vacation. He was nearly dozing of when he suddenly felt a pulse, something he had not felt in centuries. As such he felt a little anxious. He looked around and saw the stairs out of the water. He quickly left his floater and swam to land, it was a mere 3 meters away. He climbed the stairs and walked back to his cabana to get dressed and return to his hotel. Back at the hotel his mind enlarged itself to feel his surroundings. He felt the usual stage os death around him, the sick, the old and the dying. That was still in place. His mind felt around the direction where the pulse was from. He was feeling something, but he had not felt this in centuries. It was time to find what was happening. 

So this is the first part, more on this soon enough. There is more to come and a small twist on all this. And all that came to me in mere minutes and what comes next already came to me, the setting of death and the facts of what deities go through when they are faced with what they see now. That part is what came to me when I saw Reconstructing the Divine on YouTube. It opens a few doors of creativity in me. 

Have a great day and don’t let creativity hit you in the back of your head. 

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President Bully

Here I was, telling myself that the world is screwed up and behest and behold the world shows me I am right. So as a well known person (who I will not name) set the world on fire with his tweet (see below), I suddenly had a massive idea and as I am already working on three scripts I thought I put the idea here, for the entertaining person (likely an American democrat) to make this into a real script. Feel free to hack it in many ways you see fit and know that I would be happy to receive a donation for the idea, but that is largely in your hands. Know that I put this here for all to enjoy.

So as the world is on fire (seeing the massive response to this tweet on both the Republican and Democratic side of the isle) I thought that a script that pleases at least 40% of the American people might be the way to go. So here goes.

So this is what I have so far and I have had the tweet for less then 4 hours. So in view of the loss of Rob Reiner, who gave us  All in the Family (My introduction to Rob Reiner), the Princess bride, When Harry met Sally, Misery and a Few good men and several others. I think I countered the tweet by @realDonaldTrump, I think I got my creative revenge. I didn’t get to introduce on how Ivanka and Barron Trump had to flee to Russia as most Americans had their fill of the Trumps where they get to be toys of the Russian Mafia. Well the world turns in many unexpected ways. 

How you like my sense of consideration Mister President? 

Have a lovely day and take a moment to remember the works of Rob Reiner. I have many good and happy thoughts of his work, even if a never realised what an impact he had on me as a teenager watching Carroll O’Connor and Jean Stapleton giving us their version of America.

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The stage was set

That is the setting I now engage. Yesterday I got an idea for a movie, a massively violent movie and I had it before I had the idea for a new game (see previous blog) and even as I had a few ideas that coincide with this I decided to put it here. Feel free to use this, perhaps the new studio in Saudi Arabia (at https://www.arabnews.jp/en/features/article_160242/) can use it for a new protege to make it into something useful. I do have another movie (I actually have 4) but only one has a decently finished script. I am using the word ‘decently’ as I never made script before and I actually hope to sell that one. So the new idea, I put here on my blog and let you guys figure it out. Perhaps someone at the PlayMaker Studios in Qiddiya City can use it. You gotta seed the field somehow. 

So here goes. The movie came from my mind after reading the ICE events in America and my mind had to make a few changes to that setting as there was a chance that it resembled Collateral Damage (2002) with Arnold Schwarzenegger and I don’t do remakes of someone else’s ideas (or at least not to my knowledge). So here goes

And that is how far I got. So should someone at PlayMaker Studios see something in this, have a go at it an spruce it up a little. This took a mere 1 hour of my thoughts and an hour typing all this. After all the BS on AI and all that other jazz, it was nice to actually be creative again and perhaps tomorrow there is some creativity left. But that is tomorrows problem, who knows the AI bubble might burst overnight, weirder things have happened while I was sleeping. 

Have a great day, It is almost Monday (in 2 minutes time)

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Friday Creativity

Yup there you have it, after all these wretched newscast on a matter of settings, not in the least that the US dollar is dwindling down in value (not the weirdest case), my mind said “Stop it, now” and it started to fuel a creativity spur, and so it begins

I was getting ready to get to water world (Abu Dhabi), I had checked into the Warner brothers hotel and I was getting ready. My shorts were like boxing shorts (with in inner bathing trunk) liking like the Hufflepuff graduate I always imagined myself to be. The shorts dropped down to slightly below my knees. They were black with golden yellow embroidery and on each leg was the image of Benny the Badger. The top was the same, spaciously hiding me not so muscular chest with a large badger on the chest and it had an embroider Hufflepuff (golden thread) and a white bucket hat showing the simple Badger on the front, as such I was pretty protected from the harsh summer sun that Abu Dhabi creates for us and I would be well equipped to soak and splash in the  Al Raha River, not bad for little old me. Pouch on the waist with waterproofing section for my watch, keys are there too. Sunnies at the ready, and here I go. I walked to Water world which was a mere 10 minutes and felt the early morning sun on my skin. It was 09:45, 15 minutes before it opens and I was early duo that I could get my preferred cabana, which had water and a little safe. I walked slowly as to take in the sights. It was a clear blue sky the water was already beckoning at the far end and I looked forward to seeing it. It took me 12 minutes to get to the place and as I had a spare minute I looked into the shop at the entrance. There Wass nothing spectacular, but it never hurts to check. As the park opened, there were three families in front of me and the it was my turn I asked for the cabana and presented my card. I had a diamond card, as to maximize my joy anywhere on Yas Island, she asked me if I had preference and I did and within a minute, I was on route to my happy place. 

As I walked into the park I was amazed with the absence of people, just the way I liked it. I walked to the cabana, put away my stuff and walked to the lazy river. I had no problems getting to it. I soon was on a float being whisked away in dreams bobbing on the waters creating that hazy feeling whilst dreaming away the day. It must have been almost two hours when I woke up from the sleepy setting I was in, I saw that people were putting bags of crystals in the water. On a day? This seems odd, and a moment later I got off and walked onto one of the wooden parts next to the river. I looked around. I saw men with what looked like a closed oxygen system on their chests. This seemed highly unusual. I moved off the paths and looked from a distance. I had not been noticed, or at least that was what it seemed to me. At some point these men looked at their mobiles. They all nodded and put in their oxygen systems. That did not bode well for me, so I got to some distance from the water. Then I noticed the smoke on the water. People panicking and the setting of fear came to the crowds. Some to the men pulled out silenced weapons. I reckon that they wanted the noise down to maximize casualties. I suddenly noticed someone close to me doing the same thing. And I looked around me, seeing a sunscreen umbrella. I detached the lower part and I now had a small spear. Thank god for Emirati efficiency. He was not looking my way. I slowly crept on hum and when he looked around and spotted me it was too late. I drove the ‘spear’ into his throat right between the Adams apple and the lower jaw. I pressed hard. His voice was instantly gone, he had no change to warn anyone. I held the back of his neck as I pushed the rod into his brain. I dragged his body off the beaten track and dropped his body into a non-seen nook. I took his gear and put on the oxygen system, my face became unseen. I had no recourse for clothes, but if they could see that, they would clearly see I wasn’t one of them. He had three clips and the Russian PB, the Pistolet besshumnyy felt comfortable in my hands. It had 8 bullets and with 3 clips I could take care of 24 people. I had no idea what I was going in for. At the mean time I saw the dead people float on the lazy river. I cautiously walked towards the entrance. I saw three at the intersection in the Dhabi zone and I waited for a second, then I fired in quick succession three bullets. One hit the first ad the person behind him, the second hit the separate person and the third missed, but I got closer to the fallen person who was clearly wounded, but not dead. I forest again on his head. I saw a tourist bleak with fear. I cautioned he to come to me. She obeyed. I asked where she was from, she said the Netherlands and she said something like ‘What gebeurt hier? Wat moet ik doen?’ I spoke in slow English verbs. She understood me. I warned her that bad people are around. I gave her an oxygen system. She put it on. I told her that everything is dangerous here. I then showed her the walls where an exit should be. I pointed at the shrubberies and told her to hide until she could hide no longer. I gave he a general direction to move and she asked it these were terrorists. I nodded and said. I think so. 

She nodded and I gave her a second oxygen system. She accepted the other system. I kept a reserve for me and took the nine clips and did not give her a gun. She might not use it and ended up rearming the fiends. 

I pushed he on her way and she walked of as quick as she could. I looked at a map and saw the entry point at the other side of the Dhabi zone. I saw several men in masks, too many to consider going, but they were shooting people, so I got two guns ready and I went in as low and unseen as possible which in the Dhabi zone was a test. There were some hedges, but they didn’t offer any cover, mere absence of vision. I got in as close as I could and when I saw the 4 dead tourists, I direct on the terrorists. Nothing as fancy as headshots. This was not a PS5 game, this was real. I shot the 4 in the chest, which tends to be intensely painful. At least that was what their faces revealed. I got in lose and shot them all in the head. Problem solved. 

At that point I waved at other tourists and pointed at the exit, they never hesitated. All wanting to get out and the parents eager to get their children out. And they went for it.

At this point I can confer that this is as far as I got in a little over an hour. There is more, there is the setting of little vans, all carrying Arabic looking license plates. All VW Caddy’s all carrying ‘EG’ identification and all loaded with explosives. I got two to safety (I gotta caress my ego) but there were 4 more. And all were shouting Free Palestine. A setting systems that has a few more conkers in the story. In the end there would be a lasting anger that would engulf both the UAE and Saudi Arabia and they had enough of Hamas and Palestines. In unison they bombed Palestine out of existence. Palestine went from 5.1 million to less than 50,000. And whilst there was some noice from Tehran, no one was listening to the boy who cried wolf a little too often. The attack on the UAE was the one thing that settled their deal of non-existence. There was a nice event where an islamic girl was saved who then later on in the story sees a similar van and she follows it and uploads the images to a person with Emirati security who we both meet at the end of the Water World setting. The attacks would also be in the Yas Mall (a prevented attack) and Emirati security finds the plans for the 5 pronged attack all over Abu Dhabi, the second assault would be over the next 4 days, giving a much larger terror feeling. Anyway. If the Yas Creative Hub in Abu Dhabi or Mark Whitehead, CEO of twofour54 finds this part useful, feel free to use it.

I did my creative part for the week. Time to see what entertainment America’s dwindling set of slapstick economies hold.

Have a great day.

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Fictive journey of speculation

This is not about the news, not about the anger against the Catholic Church that decided to see the Indigenous Canadian people “The visit of the delegation of Indigenous people is scheduled between 17 and 20 December 2021”, a setting orchestrated to manage bad news and more is coming. It has nothing to do with that, but orchestrations, yes, that part might apply.

You see, the biggest fear that the corrupt have is the feeling of loss, overwhelming loss, so kill a few of THEIR children and family members and the stage changes, there is an option that this especially applies to the corrupt in police and political fields, because the media does love its exploitation of grieving members that are in the limelight for corruption, and the victims merely need to be willing to spill blood (there are other options to achieve rigor mortis). And I have seen that impact before, these people will suddenly scream as loud as possible that the innocent have rights, but they were never willing to give it to their victims, as it forwarded their cause. Such is life.

No, today is about something else. I found my second short story to add to the bundle. What happens when the abusers get the tables turned on them? Not in any normal sense, not in any degree of realism, what if they vanish of the face of the earth (quite literally) and they are driven into hard labour for their crimes (they will refer to that as slave labour) in a place with a different chronographic stage? Hard labour there for one year will amount to 24 hour here. Welcome to Tartarus, a place of never ending torture, but that place Neds to be kept clean as well and as the abusers of social media and spotlights through specific media sources are grabbed and are added to the Tartarus cleaning staff, what happens as they vanish for days? More important when after a month an old man (or woman) is found and the records show that person to be none other than the 35 year old person a lot of ‘people’ had been looking for? Fingerprints, comparative DNA, they all match up and in their hospital beds they realise that their lives are over, more important, they are about to face their actions by becoming the stuff they cleaned up for what seems to have been a lifetime? The waves of fear it must give, especially them, they were watching in the corridors they were cleaning only to learn in the end that that is where they are about to end. I will not give away too much or there will be no reason to read that short story if it ever gets printed (or published in a place like iBooks). Yet should you not wonder not merely what the upside of one thing is and forget about the downside of the other? You might flip a coin again and again, yet you forget the other side remains in darkness, at times someone will wonder what happened to the other side of that coin, but no one ever considered the darkness it got itself exposed to (unless the toss happens on a glass table). 

You see some will give us “If someone asks for forgiveness over and over, then it is the duty of an individual to forgive them” and “Catholics must forgive the sins of others in order for God to forgive them their sins”, yet what happens when a mother loses her child? Do you really think that forgiveness is in her heart, or is it pitch black with pain and grief? So what happens when the darkness of 1,000 mothers unite? So whilst wonder about “Saskatoon Catholics raised $28.5 million to build this cathedral in 2012, while a written promise to compensate residential school survivors was largely ignored, critics say” (source: CBC), I see no action by Canadian government at present to seize ALL Catholic land in Canada and had that land to the First Nations. As it seems to me, it is all about ‘saving’ the rights and property of the Vatican and we have seen more than enough of that. When we see things like ‘stopping short of’ and “The $25 million — part of the sweeping Indian Residential School Survivor Agreement (IRSSA) — was supposed to help survivors, and also provide counselling and support for their families”, as such what should happen with any organisation that keeps on caressing (read: hand job) themselves and shirk their responsibilities? So what does it take for the Canadian government (other governments too) to set the stage for the Catholic church to actually pay up? I see the need to show the Catholic Church what loss looks like, to lose all lands and catholic locations handed to First Nation, when they see that such actions are possible in the western world, Canadian Catholics can raise money to buy new lands, become protestant, or Anglican, or move to the US (I reckon First Nations would have no problems with that part either). Oh sorry, it was still a bit about the Catholic Church, please forgive me! (forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, nyuk nyuk nyuk)

A sense of real loss is the best wake up call anyone can get, and for the Vatican to lose a nation the size of Canada where almost 40% is Catholic, it gives the Vatican a message, one that has been overdue for well over a decade.  

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