The Scheme

  I had been trying to roto-till and the soil had been too wet.  This causes it to clump up and clog the blades.  I was clearing the blade housing out when they took me by surprise again.  It was after all a rather foggy morning and the sun had been waging another losing battle, I think it was raining but I couldn't really tell.  Well I nearly had a fit, the Thugoninite I knew as Microwave Boy pathed a gotcha right in to my brain. It started rattling off a list right away, and it became clear after I regained my composure, they had come shopping.  The wheels began to turn in my head and I devised a scheme to become the sole retail outlet for the creatures.  Well actually, I had a little more than a year to come up with it. After they had left I realized that may be they had gotten a better deal than I thought.  I pledged to myself that if the Thurgonards ever came again I wouldn't be such a sucker.  Microwave boy played right into my hands.

Truck Ride

  The weather was starting to clear up and I could see the ship out in the center of the field.  After putting it to them that It would be better for all of us to tow their ship into the barn, we all piled into my truck.  The body of the average Thurgian doesn't fit well into a human car seat.  They tried but couldn't fit, but were very impressed all the same.  I had to put down the rear seat and they rode in the cargo space.  At first I thought they were leering at me, but I then realized they were in fact ogling the instrumentation.  Seems as though they had never seen such sophisticated display, I wondered just how they had gotten here.  I started up the truck and took off for the field, this apparently was a good time to them and they jiggled and bounced down to the ship.  Of course I had to open the hood once we were down at the landing site.  Oh I was curious about their ship all right, but they were very insistent about taking a look at my engine.  The fuel injectors were a hit, although when we got around to the type of fuel it used and that it was an internal combustion engine they seemed dumbfounded.  That's when I think they knew they could take us.

Combine Rebellion

        Jen had two grain hauler's, she drove one while the other was autonomous,  there were strict rules about heavy bots, including when and where they could run without a operator.  "I think we had the big bot harvester accident, after your time here" He look kind of puzzled, "I don't recall hearing about that".  "well" Jen was almost jovial to have something to talk about," you know that the increase in autonomous cars have led to a transportation revolution, but you might notice that most the heavy farm equipment around here has an operator".  "just got in last night, haven't seen.." " That's on account of the large bot harvester massacre.  It was fifteen years ago this next week that a hideous event took place, no one is sure what happened, a bug in the code, virus, or remote take over.  All the equipment that went on the rampage was heavily damage in the effort of stopping the carnage". "that's horrifi..."! " It all started when a super large bot harvester that p.9 was using, some how stopped responding to the operators commands and took off.  This was before the infection, bot control is more natural now, but back then it required the operator to use a graphical user interface, so he was pushing buttons like crazy and nothing stopped, the large harvester lumbered on, it crossed a highway and ate it's first victims,  a zip car full of old women returning from a trip to the Amish country.  It continued on through the fields, and the odd thing is that every bot it came upon was made uncontrollable and went off on its own separate path of destruction.  The N.M.R.'s home guard was still around back then and called to take down the out of control equipment with anything they had (missiles), but not before two got into town and mowed down everything in their way, killing around ninety people before being blown to bits". Keven was a little wide eyed "I never knew, I've never seen anything about it."  Her eye's narrowed, "information of that historic rebellion was suppressed, to much riding on autonomous transportation, it's future was so bright it washed out that dim passage". He was getting a little suspicious that some of the info Jen had let him in on was false.    

The problem with row 79.

  Lucky puts on his boots, hat, and sunglasses; glugs down as much water a he can, jams the binoculars up into the tool rack, grabs the thermos; all in the fast minute the tower travels down.   After he hooks the tower to the deck's ladder, he hangs by his hands from the floor hatch for a bit, the heat rolls off the deck, he drops down and walks the thorax to the utility hatch in the floor.  Gingerly opens the little hot door and releases a ratchet strap - thump, goes the powered hand tow to the ground.  Stamps down a big a clump of cord grass the hand tow is snarled in;  grabs the handle, pulls the brake and guides it out from under the rig towards row seventy nine.

The wetware at the Facebook server farm.

   Investigative reporter Shintaro Kago took a job at the Facebook server farm.  After working undercover for two years, he has finally emerged with some fascinating images. This is of one many, very detailed images from inside the inner sanctum of the server farm.

non-linear temporized landscape

I believe my key to time travel, is within P.T. Sargent's landscape. 

Slacker beware

Frank Sadorus will take over my witticism for today.