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I step out of my cabin early the next morning and find the second officer on duty on the deck..."where's my Yoman?/ where's my morning tea?"

the reply was ..."sorry sir, Cpt. Morgana's first command decision was to have him put in irons."

HB: "......what for?"

Second Officer: "sorry sir, mine is not to question why/ it is but to do..or die....but I suppose it's for reporting the first officer's AWOL reason."

HB: ".....really"

SO:".....yes sir, she ordered him to the brig...just after you entered your cabin..she then ordered you not disturbed."

HB:'......Master of Arms! Release Yoman Cutler...and get me some darn tea!"

CITY#3:

Clue#1: this motto of this state was once "the land of opportunity"

CLue#2: this town's name has 2 words in it.

cLUE#3: THOSE TWO WORDS ARE IN THE LYRICS OF John Denver's-"Take my home country roads"

City#2:

Clue#1: This town is located in the "Show Me" State.

Clue#2:  The name of this town is also the name of an Island Nation.

Clue#3:  This town is the closest town to the U.S. Population Center- a statistical point that represents the center of the United States...making this town truly the "heart" of the country.

 

Where am I?

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City#2:

Clue#1: This town is located in the "Show Me" State.

Clue#2:  The name of this town is also the name of an Island Nation.

Clue#3:  This town is the closest town to the U.S. Population Center- a statistical point that represents the center of the United States...making this town truly the "heart" of the country.

 

Where am I?

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Would that be Hayti, MO?

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No..but was a real good guess...getting warmer.

Weareborg, opened his eyes..and "just like business as usual" he said "hi...can we go now?..." crawled onto the backseat and went back to bed.....

DL6 and I gathered his personal belongings...what few he seemed to have....I climbed in the driver seat..for it had become "standard practice" each time we stopped to switch drivers. I backed out of the mall the way we had came...DL6 looked at me...with a concerned look...and asked..."were to now? it's late, and we can't just run off with this kid..without picking up some of his things in the morning?"

I said...."you're right, we better find a place to hold up for the night.....a good place...high class...all the way... "

DL6: "do you know your way around Dallas.....but of coarse ,,,you do..truck driver.

Hb: (I smile) "but, I don't usually get to stay 'up town' I know...lets ask 'on star'"

with that i reached down and pressed the 'on star' button.....DL6 looked at me as if she thought I was being sarcastic....which I was!!!!

~East Town Mall~~

We arrived at the mall around 11:00 PM. After circling around the complex, we saw nothing but a deserted parking lot. Then we noticed the West wing entrance--it had been transformed into a drive-thru! We stared at each other in disbelief...

DL6 dropped the Hummer into low range and we followed the path of destruction inside the building and down the corridor. On either side, the shop's security gates had been rammed and breached in several places. Small bits and pieces of automobile were left behind at each location.

We turned the corner, following the path of distruction and drove up a few stairs to the next landing. There before us was the suspect vehicle, buried in Victoria's Secret. It had finally given up the ghost and its' Reign of Terror had ended there.

DL6 and I cautiously exited the Hummer and proceeded to search for WEAREBORG. I approached the demolished vehicle and directed my flashlight beam inside.

DL6:"Find anything?"

HB:"Maybe...."

I retrieved what appeared to be a family photo album from the passenger seat and glanced through it quickly. I handed it to DL6 and she did the same. She looks up at me and exclaims,"THEY'RE ALL BORG!!!!"

Just then, we heard a rustling in a far corner. We quickly pointed our flashlight in that direction. There was WEAREBORG, sleeping peacefully amid a bizarre collection of ladies silk undergarments. An army of female mannequins, attired in hunting gear (obviously acquired elsewhere) were arrayed around the sleeping prince, keeping watch over him.

DL6 nudges him with her foot and yells,"Wake Up!"

September 24th 2004

What a waste of a day! I rolled out of bed, literally, around noon. I didn't get much rest last night...this morning, whichever it was. We hadn't "checked in" until late/early and after many years of sleeping in the sleeper of a truck, strange open rooms disturb me. Is there an opposite of claustrophobia? As I lay there, fighting with the "joke" of a pillow these roadside motels provide, I struggled to surrender to the black. But the subdued yet still annoyingly audible rhythms of "Daybreak", and the occasional "bark" of my dog "ditto" emanating from the room next door made sleep elusive. I guess those two hit it off, or maybe DL6 just needed a "friend". I pulled the other pillow down over my head, and tried to rest.

Noon: I step outside into a quiet world.....Hey!!!!Where's The Car!!!!.....That little ##$$$%! .........Where's my Dog?

Just then the Hummer came tear %ssing into the parking lot as if Satan himself were chasing her. With one wheel jumping the curb. She roared up in front of me, and came to a sudden stop. DL6 jumped out.

I'm startled and still half asleep: "What's wrong?"

DL6 just gave me a blank 'What are you talking about?' look: ..."you need a shower! I've been out shopping, come on now.....the day is wasting away..you've had plenty of sleep ol' man." ( She got my dog out the car and a bag of groceries and headed for her room..."You shower, NOW.... I 'll get some coffee going. Come over after you get cleaned up..I did some other shopping too...got some new clothes for me....and a....HAT!!.... for you.

HB: A HAT!??!!??!!!!

I started to say I don't wear "hats", when she produced a white cowboy hat...

DL6: We're going to TEXAS!!!... and you got to "look" the part.

I'm speechless as I stand there holding my new... "hat".... another woman giving me orders...it never changes...I look down at Ditto......"What are you looking at?" and retreated back into my room. As I shower...I catch myself humming "Mandy".

We reached the Red River Bridge at 4pm, and found that both bridges were blocked. One with a multi-car pile-up, and the other was worse. A barge had ran into the supports and collapsed it. Without hesitation DL6 took us "off road", down along the bank of the river .

HB: "You know.... We could have just back-tracked till we found another bridge.."

DL6: "SHUT Up, Hb, I'm driving..... this is faster!...we'll find a place to cross a lot quicker this way!"

I give her a 'lady... you are insane' look

We reached the East Town Mall, Dallas, Tx 11pm.

HB: "Where's the first officer" I ask my Yoman

Yoman: Well, sir we got out of there in such a hurry, capt...well...you see we were at the travern....emm..I don't kno..

Hb: you mean he was busy with a "lady"!!!

Yoman(lowers his head in shame being in the presence of Lady Morgana):mm, yes sir..I'd say that somewhat correct...

HB: Capt, Morgana being that you are currently without a ship, will you take take over til we reach Gilbrator...and you can obtain a new command? I'm dead tired, am retiring for the evening.

Without waiting for a reply, he walked to the door of his cabin(without remembering it was currently on loan to Morgana as well, he entered the cabin, and within 20 minutes or so...the piano sounds of Barry Manilow's "Ships" could be heard from within.

September 23rd, 2004

Last night we made it as far as McAlester, Ok where we found that Tom had indeed "Left the light on for us" We checked in at the local Motel 6...separate rooms of course. This morning was day two of our trip to meet WeareBorg, we should be there some time tonight late......thank god. The beat goes on.

~~~~The Governors Mansion~~~~~

Governor: My dear Morgana, the Spanish have signed a peace treaty with the english....otherwise, my fort would have blown your boat out of the water when you entered the harbor.

Hb: mmmm, excuse me that's my boat, sir.

Governor: Yes, well....hey! wait a minute....you look familiar...

I try to hide my face...

Governor: Do I know you...

HB: I don't think so...(I turn to Morgana) I got some mmm business to attend...

Governer: YES!!!! IT'S YOU!!!HEADBORG!!!!WHERES MY DAUGHTER!!!!GUARDS!!!!GUARDS!!!

HB:(grins at Morgana...pauses... then turns and): Time to .......RUN!!!!!

Just then the power went out...and we were left there in the control tower with a dead mic. Go@##$ ^&&&*^ it!!!! and I slumped down in the seat...we set there in silence together as the con trail extended itself into the distance. After an hour or so of feeling sorry for ourselves....mostly me feeling sorry for myself.

DL6: It's getting late, Hb, the power is off in the main terminal too, must be a "rolling black out".

HB: Then I guess "it's" started..the power grid is going down.

We loaded up in the H2, went back to her house, she loaded some things..and we set out toward Dallas, Tx. I had only driven 20 or 30 miles when DL6 produced a CD from her cd case and placed it in the Eclipse stereo-system......my torture had begun......Barry Manalow??? I suffered in silence with a smile for many more a mile listening as she talked of her boyfriend and family she had lost. And I wondered...had she seen the Nasa Channel? Did she know the whole freighting truth..was everyone we knew and loved, dead, or just "taken" , abducted? call it what you will. After we cleared what President Bush had affectionately called "the hinterland" and climbed onto the Interstate near Ft.Smith...I switched her cd for one of my own...Whitesnake... and cranked up the volume, pushed the petal to the floor...and so began the Music War..

HERE ....I GO.... AGAIN ON MY OWN.....GOING DOWN THE ONLY ROAD I'VE EVER KNOWN...

DL6 hit the mute button....."that song isn't "right"...you're not alone, and if this is the only road you know...you're not much of a truck driver!"

I grin at her and tap the mute button again..."retired truck driver....and it's my song, and I'm driving...when you're driving...you can pick the song."

She shuck her head, produced a Discman and headphones and reclined back in her seat..

DL6: Who is this Weareborg?

I glance at her...."that's right you haven't been a member that long...I think you'll like him he's a little younger than you..."

DL6 looks at me skepticly: And we're meeting him at a Mall? What, stranger danger?

HB: I don't have a problem with that...No, he said something about having ran out of "hot pockets" at home then the car breaking down at the mall...He's been living there since.

OFF: AFK til sometime tomorrow

The day passes into the evening, and music can be heard from the Bonaventure as it sails along toward the Spanish Island. Morgan is given the Captain's quarters for the duration of her stay aboard...and I find a quiet hammock below with the senior officers..The Bonaventure sails into the port of Santa Cruz on the 3rd day.

YOU HAVE NOW ARRIVED IN THE PORT OF SANTA CRUZ

THE SPANISH FLAG FLYS OVER THE TOWN

SHALL YOU: A) VISIT THE GOVERNOR

:) TRADE WITH A MERCHANT

C) VISIT A TAVERN

OFF: SORRY, I JUST COULDN'T RESIST THAT, AFTER VBG'S "PIRATES" GAME THREAD...HAR...HAR...HAR...

I believe the French Queen said it best, my dear.....Let them eat Cake! And continued to sip on tea and munch down biscuits.

Tea and Biscuits? Do I look like a Waiter to you? I'm not even on the Sub....

at that point Morgana and crew are lock onto again and beamed back to the sub...Bonaventure continues on toward Canary Islands

September 22nd, 2004

Before dawn, I wake up, do the s.s.s. thing, then make a big breakfast for myself and the only remaining member of the family my dog "ditto", then empty out the fridge of everything that will grow while I'm gone...I don't know when or if I'm ever coming back here, it's just an empty house. I don my Stargate SG-1 jacket and cap that I bought at the last convention, and my "O' Neil" sunglasses, look in the mirror..."Sweet". I gather my gear, and "Ditto" and head out the door to the awaiting Hummer, I don't know why...force of habit I guess but I realize I locked the door behind me....I chuckle at myself, looking back at the door, shake my head and back out the drive. A few hours later, I find myself lost....driving around in circles trying to follow the directions that Datalover_6 had given me....after several wrong turns and back tracking I pull up in her drive-way...get out as she approaches the SUV...."Hi, Neighbor...Boy are you a sight for sore-eyes...It's good to find some of us are still here...have you seen or heard from anyone else?" Before she can answer, my attention shifts to the sky above....there a lone con trail streaking across the pale blue sky in a south eastward direction, I cry with excitement....."LOOK! There!" as I point toward the sky, reaching inside the SUV for my bushnell binoculars.

Data_Lover_6 began jumping up and down frantically waving , I ignored her feeble efforts knowing this plane was too hi and moving to fast to even spot a flare. I focused the binoculars as best I could....It was a wide body jet for sure, my mind raced..could it be the President in Air Force One, or maybe an Air Force tanker, or AWAC? It didn't really matter....it was HOPE! The first concrete hope that someone with advanced skills and knowledge was alive, maybe, just maybe there were others out there too.

DATA_LOVER_6: Do you think he's a STF member?

Headborg: I hope not.

DL6: HB, that's a mean thing to say!

HB: I didn't mean it like that....no one has located anyone -other than, stf members...seems kinda strange to me...If he wasn't a member it would make me feel a lot better.

DL6: I don't follow.

HB: There's only 1300 or so members, DL6, in the world-if he "isn't" a member-our odds of surviving this thing as a species just got a lot better, it means there might be others...thousands..not just a handful of us.

Man this is really starting to drive me NUTS!! Starting to really #$$$ me off!!!

I've backed off the sensitivity on this touch pad...3 settings below the middle, and it's still doing it's own thing....could it be the "curser' it seems when i just kinda fly over any "linked" word on the screen ....click...there I go...off to where I don't want to...losing my work..is there a setting for that too!

Unknown to the Dutch Pirate and his ban of "cut throats", the Star Fleet Deep research time sub- "nautilus III" was on patrol below monitoring the time line and was prepared to intervine to preserve it. Just before the Enterprise blows up, the helpless captain and her remaining loyal crew are transported aboard the Bonaventure now miles away passing over the horizon. HB and crew had only been able to look on helplessly as they were without gunpower, and are first shocked, then happy to find their new "guests" are well.

"I'm sorry I had to cut and run back there!" I cry to Morgana....happy she's alive.

September 21st 2004,

After morning coffee, i go on line, to check if it's up, thankfully-it is. I log in to Startrekfans.net and enter the newly designed "command bunker"....I quietly ask if anyone has seen the Nasa Channel....Everyone says no, they too busy. I tell them they need to, and better be setting down when they do. There's a pause, then someone comes back and typed ....yea, HB'S right...you better look at this..

Then shock, panic, and arguing began and continued for what seemed like hours...the debate starts- who all knows about this? should we tell the children? haven't they been through enough? now what? what can we do for those guys up there in the station? do you think the aliens will come back and finish us off? Many members had already started making plans to "round up" all the orphaned members to better care for them, start a school. But, with this new information..many of us with military experience thought it might not be wise to present such an attractive target( all together in one place) in the event the aliens came back for a mop up job so those plans would require more debate. Many members had already began forming into "cells" or "clicks" I informed the group that I had business in Killeen, Tx to check on a relative, then I planned on going on to Houston to visit Nasa, I'd check in as long as the web remained up, I'd keep my mouth shut about the "aliens" until a vote could be taken and a decision made...I'd check on any member along my route, is there anything anyone needed?

I'm planning on getting a radar detector and someone told me of this new one, that detects this new laser the cops are using...something about they wear it on their head and aim it with their eye...sounded like a Borg laser thing...really scared me...but they couldn't tell me the name of the new detector?

Ok, here's how to modify the sensitivity of the touchpad (if you have windows xp, if you have an apple computer good luck): First go to Control Panel, select Printers and Other Hardware, now select mouse and a window similar to display properties will appear, select the Touch tab and you should find the sensitivity settings.

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THANK YOU SCALEMAN!!HERE GOES....OK..I PULLED IT DOWN 1 NOTCH..I'LL TRY THAT...AND KEEP ON TILL GET TO ZERO..THAN I'LL JUST PULL THE PLUG COMPLETELY (LIKE WAB SUGGESTED) IF I HAVE TO..

OFF: RULES REVIEW/AMENDMENT:

(1)Do not post any information that is "factual" about another members location, hometown, or name, etc.-but I'm sure you already knew that.

(2) If you are a minor, do not post any "factual" information about yourself.-but I'm sure you already knew that. You can "be" yourself; without telling anyone-who, where.

Since we are using the real world as our stage/ game map: everyone will need to invent a false location where they can "be" in order to simulate physical interactions.

Rule Amendment: After conference with DrWho42, I believe we agreed that he lives in Rod Sterlingville, Twilight County, Ca. It's a city and surrounding county occupying a slightly out-of-phase area in California that has suffered the same effects (mass alien abduction) as the rest of the country. It has full communications capability with us, and can be reached by conventional means.

THE INTERNET: WHERE A MAN IS A WOMAN, A WOMAN IS A MAN, AND A CHILD IS A FBI AGENT.

I'd have to say the five earliest would be Doc, Ro, Alex, Sam and Babbette- all members of the "old lounge" gang.

Much better than "The Postman"- take that statement anyway you want to.  Seriously, I didn't think the movie was as bad as people said it was, it just wasn't worth the 100 million bucks it cost to make it.

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Waterworld better than the Post Man ....no way!!!

September 20th, 2004

It's been two days, I've discovered my mother and father are gone as well, leaving me with only my sister to "check on" in Texas. There's been no answer on my phone now for a week. I go to the computer, and discover the internet connection is still up and running, so I e-mail her. Then, almost automatically I surf to my favorite site- STARTREKFANS.NET

MY GOD!!! It's ACTIVE!!!!THERE'S LIFE HERE!!

I soon find that for some members, it was almost a day before they even realized something was wrong. But once they did, they began to organize and set about "networking" with each other. At least they...had known they weren't alone and for the last week the mods and many of the members had been running a "crisis center" at the site. VGB was taking roll, and the survivors names were added to the list of confirmed "present" as they logged in. The live chat was full. Not all the members were accounted for, but so far the report had 300 or so confirmed survivors. From the very beginning the major demographic presented itself as a problem, the largest percentage of the group were under 18, many frightened children who had awoken to find their parents missing or worse witnessed them disapear in full view. Everything was being done to keep them calm, and care for their needs. Pm's and E's were flying, and contact information of all types were being exchanged...many fearing we would shortly lose this communications connection. Master Q- began giving instructions on gathering up "survival" items....everyone pitched in..Lessons on basic kitchen safety were a must, it was a daunting twenty-four hour task..but all we had now was each other and a uncurtain tomorrow.

i just got this...notebook and I am trying to write my posts...and sometime I just barely brush my thumb across the touch pad...and boom! i've lost my post..and have to start writing over...does anyone know how to "fix" this problem...is it too sensitive?