He Who Must Be Obeyed

I've been ordered by my Mentor to post pictures. Pictures? What the hell kind of Intel is that, dudes? This sucks.

So, maybe this is Jed. Supposedly.

I'm boring you to tears, aren't I? You'd much, much prefer surfing other Intel with me, right, dudettes? Yo?

Shahrukh Who? Number What?

Shahrukh Kingsley. I didn't want to post this. Gennita Low begged me. He actually has a cropped beard now, but Glow doesn't want that photo. Something about lips and chin. Fine. Whatever. Women.

Babies On Their Minds

You know, the pregnancy has given me lots of interesting conversations to record. In the hallway, Sector Five, while waiting for the elevator:

"I heard Nikki Harden's pregnant," Alex Diamond said.

"Yes, she is," T. said, her eyes trained on the lights above the elevator door.

"Will she be taking time off soon?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her."

"If I were Rick Harden, she'd be."

Elevator door opened. I ordered my controls to have the elevator surveillance on. This is going to be so good, dudes!

Silence in the elevator. I was getting disappointed. They weren't talking! T. stared at the elevator doors as if they couldn't open fast enough. Alex reached out, and clicked on a button. Hurrah! The elevator stopped moving! Yes, yes, yes! I commanded the lenses to zoom in....

"What are you doing?" Hmm. T.'s voice sounded husky.

"I was thinking of you pregnant with my baby."

Silence. Silence!!!! I think T. was speechless! You should see the frozen expression on her face!

"It isn't going to happen," she finally said. Alex took a step toward her. T turned, finally looking at him. Her eyes were definitely speaking volumes, dudes! "Don't come any closer."

Alex took another step.

"You agreed if I transferred back you'd keep your distance," T. reminded him tensely.

"I changed my mind."

He was about THIS close to her now, folks. They were whispering. Thank goodness COMCEN micro-mics are state-of-the-art.

T. moved her hand. She jammed one hard finger on the Red button and the stupid alarm started. Damn it, COMCEN elevators are also self-programmed to restart when they detect no problem. Alex ignored that as he crowded her against the corner of the elevator, and double damn it, obscuring my view of T. His hands braced against both sides of the walls, trapping poor T., as he leaned into her. I couldn't see their expressions, triple damn it. It got to be some intense looks there, don't you think? I'm beginning to understand this human cuss word.

"Unchange it." Muffled. Hard to hear above the alarm. Is that the best she could do?

"But I like the thought of you pregnant," Alex murmured.

The elevator door opened. Jed walked in.

"Go take another elevator," Alex said, not turning around.

"Don't mind me," Jed said, "I'm just the service man. By the way, don't you think you two should at least use the places where the microeyes aren't trained on you?"

T. had pushed Alex off or Alex had given her room to get away. Either way, the magic moment was spoiled. They walked out of the elevator, leaving Jed. Actually, T. sort of stomped out hurriedly. He pressed his floor and then turned and looked dead straight at me. That man knew every micro-eye hidden, I swear.

"Triple-C, I'm ashame of you," he said softly.

Like he didn't listen in on everybody himself. Oh well, surflettas. I tried.

Code Goo Goo Gah Gah

I saw Stash slyly patting Marlena on the stomach the other day. I think it was just after Nikki's news got on the Center grapevine. Dude, Marlena's face turned quite pasty green. I was wondering...do they make leather baby things? Or leather expectant-mamma things? If these commandos and GEM operatives start getting married and getting bigger, would they open a COMCEN daycare center? Somehow I don't think the Powers-That-Be will approve of crying babies and crooning operatives. I heard babies are natural swimmers. Little GEM/COS operatives on mini-surfboards! They would probably be toting weapons instead of baby toys. Just saying.

But back to real life, eh? In the Intel world, babies tend to interrupt secret recordings.

Awww Love Babeeeeeeee

It is official. Nikki Harden is preggers. I overheard her telling Jed the news. Quick, office pool, surfcrabs! Girl surfer or boy surfer?

Step By Step

I was zipping through some Hell journal entries and came to a one VERY SHORT entry that might be of interest to some of you. Heck, most of you. It said:

"Wow. Can the virtual man kiss. Oh. My. God."

Sounds like the man can kiss. Virtually or not. Must be the brainwave synchronization.

In a way, it's good Hell is focusing on her Self rather than the experiment and what it's doing to her. Makes things easier LATER. If she had any inkling, she might put up defenses. Much too late, in my humble opinion.

Wet Dreams

Peeking into Hell's journal:

"I had another one of my dreams last night. I must be swimming in that pool too much because I'm swimming in my dreams too, except this time, it feels as if there's someone else thinking inside me. I can't explain it, except that I know that it felt different.

Of course, being in virtual reality could be the reason my dreams are so weird. Reality feels "different" because it isn't reality. It's all in my head. This is why I don't like to analyze the training too much because I'd go insane trying to explain reality vs. virtual reality.

Take, for example, HIM. Today I tested him in VR by jumping off a tall building, just to see what he'd do. I know it wasn't a good idea because my outside body is going to react to my actions, in my head or not. But I still did it because I was tired of his being able to "read" me, my mind, whatever. So read this, buddy, that kind of reaction...and whoooosh! That didn't feel very good to the tummy, by the way.

But you know what? Instead of panicking or even suffering a heart attack, he somehow made me feel safe, holding on to me and absolutely in control of the program from his end. The lesson here, of course, was that I depend on him to be safe and he'll keep me safe no matter what.

I got to hold on tight to a naked avatar too and it felt so damn real I almost licked his perfect chest to see what that tasted like. That would have been funny. Training, falling to my death, and licking an imaginary chest. When we finally landed, it was on something soft and he was on top. And his weight, his strength, everything, felt so real, as if there was a man on top of me. Those beautiful melt-me chocolate eyes, those lips, that incredible...oh shut up, Hell. You're turned on by an avatar. It's been a while since you had sex, that's all."

I hear more than the usual frustration in Hell's entry. It must be all that swimming around in the nude. Water is a very sensuous element, if you ask me, especially when in contact with the naked body. Just ask the surfer dudes. They know what I'm saying.

Orders: Keep Her Guessing

Today Shahrukh went into the swimming pool when Hell was doing some lap-training. At first he was just lapping with her, keeping in time, and then he slowly started to go faster. And Hell started to race him. And they started going at all out speed. Back and forth they went. It was really fun. Shahrukh beat her by 6.33 seconds but that could be because Hell had been swimming for a while before he joined her. He pulled himself out of the pool. Didn't say a word. Picked his towel up. Walked out of the area. Shahrukh is one cool dude. But he's also a Virus. He can play mind games just like his brothers, yo.