Nerves

So I wasn't nervous about finding out about jobs tomorrow and next week.

That is untill everyone keeps asking me about the interviews.
And my boss said "Big day tomorrow." to me.

And now i'm nervous.
But its not that bad, so I will deal with then and be patient tomorrow.

And hopefully the sun is out and it is shining on some very dark areas of a dogs body.

(Even the sun shines on a dogs arse some days.)

Job Front

Two interviews in two days.

I have two video interviews for jobs in Brisbane Qld. One today and one tomorrow.
Both are with the company I work for now.

I'm nervous, as you would be.
But also calm.

Calm because, as my brother told me this morning, "your happy with where you are in you head and know that this is the right thing for you."

And he was right.
Being comfortable with yourself is one of the greatest things you can be.
It gives you a disturbing sence of clarity that, I think, annoys other people.
But smiling is a nice change for me.

I have make some choises in my life recently. And one very bad decision that I am trying to change.
It was during this time of huge stress that I found my calm spot.
The eye of my internal stom.

So i think that this is what Zen masters tell you about.

I don't have it any more. But the knowledge that it is there and that I can find it is so comforting that, just the knowledge that is exists is enough to allow me to see what is best.

Sometimes life is hard, and when it gets that way it is nice to know that,
1: People care about you.
2: You can talk to your friends about your issues.
3: You are not the first person, nor the last, to experiance the feelings in side of you.
4: You can always be happy, just maybe not as happy as you want to be.
5: Nothing is ever unfixable if you are willing to put the effort into it.

I am positive.
And I stay this way by force of will.

In Need Of Rescue - Part 2

“Well that was impressive.”

The audio implant, or ear wig, whispered into his head again.

“And looking through your eyes was a new experience as well. All these things I’m getting to do since I met you. New and exciting things.”

“You can respond if you want to James.”

The suit didn’t stop his movements but paused at his newly acquired name. It still didn’t really feel like it fit. It would be a while before his previous name wore off his soul.

Pestilence.
One of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
For when he and his fellow cybernetically enhanced soldiers entered the fray none survived.

With credit given to the concept of the “Six Million Dollar Man” the US government had set up the “Laboratory for the Development of Further Capabilities” and had then funded it through a back door to give it as much money as it needed, well as much money as it needed until some one asked about the billion or so dollars that seemed to fall into a black hole in the CIAs accounts every year. They had stopped work because funding had run out. Even black ops had to run out of money some time, and congress was pulling the purse strings tighter and tighter. They had gone for 15 years created much that would help humanity, but none of it would see the light of day. If they revealed their testing methods alone anyone and everyone who new of The Labs existence would be jailed for life.
He was The Labs final creation.
A multi-billion dollar experiment that had created Death, Fear and Famine before him.
His brothers.
Strange as it may seem to others he had liked his brothers. They were all in the same mess. Controlled by people with no realisation of what was happening to the soul of a man as they slowly pealed back the layers of flesh and replaced them with parts, and then made them kill.
He viewed himself as not quite human, he was more than human. He was a cyborg. Not that he was happy about it.
James represented a staggering 12.75 billion dollar investment.
And he had just walked away from his creators.

“Which way?” James asked his limp guide.

“Take two lefts and then the red door, knock twice, then twice again.”

James started walking with no reply to the directions. Jamicter was no hindrance and James held him off the ground by his belt as he walked.

“Knock twice, then twice again?” James asked.

“Yes”

“It will cost you your other knee and I will take you no further if you are lying.”

James did not pause for Jamicter to reply as to wether he had told the truth or not, he just knocked.
Twice, then twice again.

The pause was long.

“Looks like this guy is shit out of knees.” The voice said over the ear wig.

In Need Of Rescue - The Opening

The fluorescent lights flickered as he entered the ally.
The new audio implant he had purchased the day before itched where the skin graft was taking hold. The tell tale bump behind the ear was a dead give away of cybernetics.
His suit didn't belong in these streets. Miles away from anything called civilisation, he strode with a purpose befitting his stature. 6'3" with the shoulders of an ox, he moved with a grace that someone that should size should not be able to achieve.

Walking with purpose he was not phased by the yellow eyes that glared out at him from behind the rubbish bins. The odour of the ally was frightening. A mixture of restaurant scraps mixed with faeces and fear. But the purpose of the stride was not interrupted.
He stopped and his head cocked to the side, as if listening. He then shook his head and flashed a smile, for the first time a sign of humanity was expelled from his visage. The audio implant had whispered into his head, and like an amateur he had given away his virginity to the audio side of cybernetics.

But not to cybernetics in general.

His limbs were not all his own. Most of his bones, muscles and tendons had been replaced with ones crafted from the finest materials from factories in Finland. He was a product of multiple and expensive surgeries. Biomechanical majesty. The product of the American Government.
But right now it was these same masters he sought to elude. Hard to do, he knew, when they had receptors built into your body.
So he had come to this ally in search of help. Help given not through generosity, but through greed. And that greed was what brought those yellow eyes out from the darkness to confront him.

"Did you bring the price?"

A quick and positive nod of the head was all that the question received.

"So now I take you to The Doc?"

A hint of surprise flashed across his face as what should have been a statement was directed as a question.
Another nod.

"I think not."

He was not really surprised, he knew it was a gamble coming to this area and expecting the truth straight away. Greed was all these people knew, but he had some hope for humanity, so he had to give people a chance.

"Take me to The Doc now, or take me there later in need of his services yourself."

His voice was powerful and detached as it echoed around the ally.

"I think not you pillock, as my friends and I have a different future ahead for you."

More yellow eyes opened, and then some more, then still more.
30 pairs. So 15 of them he figured. Not so bad, for him anyway.
Following an unheard signal they came at him, street weapons at the ready. The iron bar, the knife, the chain. He had seen this before and felt calm. This was not a new situation to him, and his subconscious took over his movements.

A shift of weight to the balls of his feet, the tightening of his legs ready to strike. And as they closed in on him he moved, faster than the assailants imagined he could.
Bones snapped, and screams were all that could be heard coming from the ally.

Rooted in position, Jamicter, the leader with yellow eyes looked on as his men all fell in the space of a few seconds. He blinked once and saw the suit moving towards him. Placing a single large hand of Jamicter’s shoulder, the suit pinned him to the ground, and with a movement too quick for Jamicter to see, the suit reared back on to one leg and drove the his foot to a place 10 cm past where Jamicter’s knee was located. Jamicter screamed as he collapsed.

"So now you need The Doc too, I suggest you lead me there."

Jamicter nodded in agreement.


PS Meva, thanks for the prod to get me to write. I need to get your e-mail some how so I can let the blog die it's sad and lonely death.