Later in THE REASON

The downfall of these early zombie hunters was when the zombies got lawyers. A positive sounding “arrgg.” was judged enough to hire an archaic hungry lawyer willing to work for free; not like the greedy ones today. The argument went: “Is it OK to just kill the undead?” “They want to eat our brains!” “Does that not make them a dietary ethnic group? And thus a protected subculture?” “Feed them a brain replacement!” The smart zombie hunters became zombie chow salespeople; after all they know how to find zombies. The government found it cheaper to feed the zombies and pay their lawyers then to pay to clean up the mayhem they and the zombie hunters cause. Much of the zombie food hits the ground as they “eat it”,anyway, to keep them occupied for days. Some tasty brain chow tamed zombies could be turned to work minor tasks thus making money for everyone. This spawned a whole new language blip where a “cheap lunch” was called “brains” and to discover you had been working for some cheap fake was exclaimed: “I'm working for brains here!”

Eventually this community of lawyer-ed up zombie “survivors” died out as they don't reproduce well without the chasing and biting non-zombies. The causes of most zombie deaths was studied since the undead can supposedly live forever, to show many shotgun mishaps, chainsaw stumblings, vehicle impactments, active volcano crater lips. For awhile excursions to active volcanoes was a popular gift vacation to give to a zombie relative. It turned into sort of a “accidental” genocide or maybe self-extinction. Insurance companies had to rethink their considering an undead person a good risk.

“That's it! That's what I need! Zombie chow!”

And then I found it: “CARE AND FEEDING OF YOUR NEW Hoodoo brand HORDE of ZOMBIES”...

from   THE REASON

So that's it. Zombies again. It's always zombies. Easy for history to blame it all on the undead. Who're they gonna sue? Living lawyers won't work for brains yet, thank god for that, or better thank chemistry. And what is it this time? alien parasitic spores once more? mass puffer fish venom poisoning? supernatural infectious suggestion? more brain worms? evil scientist slave army? bossy fungus’s? new apocalyptic bio war staggerers? Where does it end? I should'a guessed months ago any booze research would lead to zombies. Is there such a thing as a normal zombie apocalypse? That's what they told me as they left in their vertizontal ...”they're just normal, typical zombies. Slow. Dull-witted. Kill them before they get within arms length and you should be OK ...” I've heard that before. Great advice from a guy leaving by air.

Time for more time...

what is time?

Time is the universes way of telling you that you have too much space
Time is the third symetry
Time is the momentum of reality
Time is falling down a gravity hole
Time is often up
Time is what happen then
Time is the future
Time is the barrier
Time is the ultimate mother fucker
Time is what makes the past
Time is the measure of space
“Time is a storm in which we are all lost”
Time is a coming
Time is the place to put space
Time are is then now
“I'm time Brian!”
Time is the enemy of marriage
Time is the arrainger of everytime


and more types of time:

catastrophic time; the time; mom time; invarriance over time; play time; block time; mutation time; day time; time slice; across time; impact time; time Locke; in the nick of time; time to go to work; the rub of time; see through time; light time; arraigned time; emotional warp time; perceived time; Time Magazine; father time; pentimento time; almost time; controlled time; it's time; the trust of time; superfluous time; machine time; dog smell space time; I don't have the time; teeny tiny time; bed time; only time; gap in time; time in purgatory; make time; wasted time; tracking time; time for a new year

now for: A one page ninety minute movie...




THE HOUSE OF SEVEN UGLY DAUGHTERS

a space kung fu film set at an asteroid mining community terrorized by a ruthless manager



A pioneer of the asteroid mines has brought his seven beautiful daughters out to be with him when his wife their mother dies in a taxi accident. As the other miners are a rowdy lawless bunch he has holographicaly disguised his daughters to appear very ugly thus protecting them from the most evil of the lonely ones. His place/home/mine shafts became known as: 'The House Of Seven Ugly Daughters'. Years pass without much trouble while of course the family practices kung fu. No one notices as the daughters each leave as they grow older to advanced schools of Tera-side. A new manager from the ore corporation takes over the asteroids operations who recruits a gang of ruthless thugs to root out alleged ore loss in a plot to steal control of all the asteroids mines. The mean new boss focus's on the seven daughters dad accusing him of leading the ore thieves. The evil boss shut down all comm so Dad has to secretly ask his sister on Luna to enlist the help of his own mercenaries. They can only afford a mix of seven heroes; big hearted crooks, outcasts, and dreamers led by a wise grizzled old veteran. They will be outnumbered at least ten to one. Smuggled in on a sympathetic ore ship the seven mercs arrive just before the Evil boss starts shuttle searches and a fake quarantine blockade. The thugs violently raid the house of seven ugly daughters trying to bully Dad into giving up his mine shafts. Dad has used the holographic apparatus to disguise the seven mercs to appear to be his seven ugly daughters who no one has seen in years. Dad and his 'family' can do nothing as the house is overrun by the vandals. While haranguing them with threats the evil boss naturally falls completely instantly in love with one of the young mercenary/ugly daughters. She plays hard-to-get. Just before she has to marry him they are denounced as fraudulent daughters by a traitor and an epic space kung fu battle much of it in zero-g commences. They fight in the mines, on the surface of the asteroid, on ore ships and shuttles, and in the asteroids scattered community of taverns and casinos and party houses; the seven heroes battling valiantly against reinforced waves of evil thugs till overcome by treachery. Two of the merc/daughters are near death the others all wounded badly, the miners that fought alongside them have fled, Dad has been captured. Tragic defeat seems certain when the real seven beautiful daughters and their Aunt arrive to save them in a giant space kung fu battle and ultimately fire the evil mine corporation manager due to a clause the smart daughter has found in his contract. The wise old veteran merc and the Aunt fall in love. Three of the mercs and three of the daughters also pair up in love.Three of the beautiful daughters have saved their boyfriends/girlfriend from the other mining families who had fought along with their Dad who had no idea his daughters had secret friends. One daughter has fallen in love with one of the thugs. Two of the mercenaries fall in love with each other. The ex-evil boss leaves on the first shuttle accompanied closely by that formerly holographicaly ugly daughter/mercenary he had almost both married and defeated.

The End

Excerpt from The Answer continued:

(Scene Suits Armandos Restaurant Luna)

“Paul the Marines have secured your tube. It’s a little damaged.” Chevrolet always finds out stuff first with her thirty member team. I lament. Plenty of time to sue Utah later. I toast my brand new freshly damaged furnishings. I’ll not cry over scorched squishy walls; there is work to do.

I quickly get one of my new junior researchers on com no holo vid. “Are you the Senior Junior?” “Yes sir.” “I want you to set up a different section on all of humanities known religions of the pre reform type. Are there any animal religions? … Any religion regardless of species, animal, plant, bacteria, whatever! Catholics one section, animist snake worshipers one section, bright light devoted plankton one section. Even if there are hundreds of sections. Staff according to data flow.” “Yes sir.” “I want reports from department heads daily of pertinent info. First query: What is the nature of God?” That should take care of the rationalistic approach. “Atheists too sir?” “Especially all atheists! I need to know what God isn’t and atheists usually won’t shut up telling you exactly that.” This gets me a stern look from Helen's holo face. “Zubums also sir?” “No. The Zooboms are mine. First reports in say three hours?” He didn’t get time to respond before I primary com channeled the three hundred invites to my first conference on zoobums to be held on Luna. Anybody invited to my fete here that wants to study the fanatics up close will have to be let through the blockades both ways. Armando’s should serve nicely as the venue. Suit projects the plans to the restaurant to help me plan the seating and I notice there are four tubes above the restaurant level that house Armando’s offices and deluxe Condo Suite. I am assured that my extravagant clothing owns all this.

“We give Armando some time to pack and we can go up hatch and check it out.”

Chevrolet checks her vicinity contact display. “Armando just boarded a limo for Balance Station. Gave the keys to Jerome.”

“Carla tells me he’s abandoned all his stuff. Including a cat!” Space’s ear twitches.

“Pardon me, Paul, did you just call your suit: ‘Carla‘?” Chevrolet’s eyebrows arch. I can’t do that.

“Um…ah…”

“Paul! If it is not some liaison… than it is the suit!” The lawyer thinks she’s quite astute about the suit.

“Admit it Paul! A womyn would. For a womyn it would be easy to just say: ‘I love my outfit!’

“And he’s outfit loves him!” They laugh they laugh. What can I do? I’m always falling in love with computer programs. For once I got a rich one. Now, how can I loose them all so I can compare my unknow to the unknown of the liaison Folney? Carla, real Carla was never the jealous type.

The marines, the police, Chevrolet’s sec squad all go on alert and turn their weapons toward the doors. This clears that part of the bar. Helen’s holo voice whispers “Demarist and his librarian!” with more then forty staff and liaisons. “We’re gonna need another table. Jerome another launch tank!” Amanda looks worried.

This place has hit capacity. Only Demarist and Stoat are allowed through. The reporters and public already inside get up close with the most dangerous man on the moon: a militant Librarian looking for a war. I think he wants to attack me. I’m aware as he approaches that he’s armed with an Urbanizer automatic pulse pistol and is armored up like a sec sub grunt. Now I’m sure he’s going to attack me! He scowls at me with righteous indignation. Demarist is distracted by Helen’s holographic phone call image, he’s edging his way into her contact cone. How sweet. Chevrolet coordinates her sniper squad into the systems girders above us. 

“Should I declare war on you Dvorak! It follows you everywhere!”

“I go but to war… me war just finds…I war no cause…”

“My god! You’re drunk!”

“So where are you right now?” Demarist whispers to the laser beams. “You look great tonight.”

“Demarist! Could you pay attention?” Rex is riled.

“You can’t declare war on him! He’s not under investigation…the report it is filed!” Amanda attacks. It’s good to take a lawyer with you everywhere.

“No it isn’t. I haven’t finished my report.” Demarist would know.

“It’s that Paul’s been reinstated to a full budget, syscon one, and he gets his own librarian now.” Chevrolet says over his shoulder. “Or two...” I add. She continues: “And no librarian would ever declare war on another librarian. The military would never go for that. They’d say “To hell with them! That would make bad history. Let them fight it out with books.”

“I can declare war on whomever I want!”

“No you can’t…” Demarist puts a stop to this. “You can only declare a war if I’m concerned that some data relevant to my report is about to be lost to predisposed violence. Well, the subject of my report is Paul Dvorak and if anything happens to him than the data is lost so I would expect you to be prepared to declare a war any time he might be attacked. And his dog too!” Space likes Demarist.

“I think you need a drink Rex… what’ll you have… it’s on the house…”

“I… um… Gravatorade.” Nobody wants a dehydrated librarian.

“I want you both to attend my conference on Zoobums. Fully catered of course. Entertainment. Space Spa. Travel pay. Free accommodations. Gift Basket.” They would be there of course whether I invited them or not, I must respect any of Demarists warrants and subpoenas, professional courtesy among researchers is very important.

“Will you be there?” Helen is asked by Demarists holo cone. She blows him a kiss.

“Where is this to be? Here?” Stout’s tongue glows bright Space Gravatorade orange with ionizing electrolytes.

“Yes this is my new home base, operational HQ. With enough military defensible from all sides.” I guess. With enough military anyplace should be. “The party starts as soon as I awaken from the outcome of this one! You should move into the hotel next door and we could have overlapping liaisons.” That sounds kinky.

I suggest to Jerome to bring a keg tank of Gravatorade punch spiked just enough to not taste like it was spiked. Soon we all had bright orange tongues.