Strategic ignorance of cognitive dissonance.

       On the sat view of his area, little white dots scattered out at almost even intervals, the seeds of an afternoon thunderstorm.  Humidity and heat push it's way upward into the cool heights so fast that it seemed as if he was watching a time lapse of the event, the breeze died and the Kestrel had to flap its wings to keep it's position, giving lucky a little jolt.  "Strange, how long has that bird been there?" the bird hovered - it's body moving - and head staying still, keeping an eye on Lucky...  The bird gave up, soared down  just across the top of the corn field going out of sight, in search of elevation somewhere out on that flat treeless landscape, he stared on as if he could still see it.  The cloud was still growing at a rapid pace, the breeze was dead, temperature: one hundred five, the overlay magically over each hog showing is approximate position in the field, lucky took a swig out of his beat up plastic water bottle, the shiny thermos glaring in the sun, sealed his bag of chips.  lucky relaxed and systematically crept his view outward to the peripheral, all the sound, movement, heat, humidity, odors, and sub-aural vibrations occurring in real-time; no past, no future, no plan for the next moment, no longing for the past, every sense was engaged in the flow, filling up his briefly empty mind with the minutia of now.    

Robot Siesta

 Clueless, Lucky had shunned the ease of an early morning operation, summer mornings were busy and by the sweltering afternoon most people had hung it up for the day, submerging to cooler places, giving Lucky near invisibility to carry out his covert operation.  The heat had another effect that few people knew of, and Lucky had just the most minute suspicions.  Hyperthermia in the human body cause the nanobots, infecting a body to malfunction, weakening the biometric link to the machine.  There was no conclusive proof that anyone could spy, through him, through the net, but the operations carried out on days with nice weather never seemed to go off as well, as when carried out on hot days.  So here he was in the middle of a cornfield, dizzy from heat exhaustion, flipping around a can of FOOF, like it was an empty water bottle.

Clearing the air

   According to Wikipedia, - { Foof or Dioxgen difluoride is a compound with the formula O2F2. It exists as an orange solid that melts into a red liquid at −163 °C[1] It is a strong oxidant and decomposes into OF2 and oxygen even at −160 °C (4% per day)} - .  Clearly it's a very reactive compound and the list of people and places killed and poisoned in the development of the "focused S-FOOF" device is a lengthy one.  In fact  the development of focused S-FOOF has flayed open the existence of the resistance to the intelligence division at M - corporation, by a chain of exothermal events that have formed a regular pattern.  Each individual explosion, implosion, or uncontrolled reaction, doesn't seem to be out of the ordinary, and are explained away in a verified manor, as industrial accidents.  but when grouped together, form a timeline that point to the development of some nastiness by the NDM.    
  M - Corp agents investigative field work is carry out on a superficial level, and the information is usually gleaned through obituary listings of chemist, applied scientist, theoretical engineers; and local reports of mysterious subsonic audio booms, tremors, and hypersonic tones of varying frequency.  The relative ease of gathering that data have lead M - Corp's deep cover agents to gain no real covert investigative experience, and they have missed out on most of the more important aspects the the resistance ties to the NDM, even to the point of not comprehending the importance of a very useful field manual and discarding it

PID 1360

Woodland walk produces cognitive impairment.

   There is a section of the woods that I usually walk through, that produces a suspicious gap in time.  Could be that by this time and point in my walk through the woods, my brain either can't handle the stimuli, or doesn't have enough, then disengages, and goes on auto pilot.  Total awareness while in motion is the key to keeping my mind from disengaging at that particular point in the path; so I kept at it until I could see in a wide view and was immersed in the present like never before, and still I checked out while passing through this patch of forest.  It's a shame, from what I remember from before this phenomenon began, was a small dark tunnel of red buds underneath the larger tulip trees with the ancient oaks surrounding the perimeter - beautiful.  I'm starting to believe there is some other force at play and have begun a covert campaign to sneak up on that spot from a different direction all together.  Most approaches to that tunnel of trees, are blocked by a thicket of black raspberry bushes, (very stickery) and other thorny plants.  This really only leaves two other approaches open; the path and a tiny water shed - that's devious - and I'm sure it must be an intelligent decision of some kind of forest gardener.  I watch those black raspberry bushes like a starved blue jay; and just when they're at the height of ripeness; and I'm sure I'll be the first one to get the pick; the berries are A: picked clean, or B: I can't seem to find them.  If I don't believe a supernatural woodland presence, then it boils down to my cognitive abilities being impaired, and I can't have that.  

 Fernando Botero

 Remedios Varo

Jacek Yerka