Observe, Worry, Be Happy

I need to refresh your memory on Alex and T so I'll be reposting some previous INTEL from months before, dudes, if that's okay with you, and maybe add some after thoughts.

Click: http://www.gennita-low.com/blog/2005/01/nine.html

This is about the Nine and why Number One is SO IMPORTANT to the process. This is why SOMEONE was finally contracted to lure himback in the fold. You can only use a substitute for a position for so long but in the end, the original is the best, yes?

Our COMCEN is now partially used through our merger with GEM. They're interesting personalities, these women of mystery, and in many ways, more secretive than the Nine I've been keeping tabs on.

The merger has made both entities stronger, one using the newly acquired independent contractor image for contact with the underworld, the other using its newly found counterpart for firepower and access to government files. One has its fingers in inter-agency work; the other has the funds. You figure it out, how we complement each other. As long as Uncle Sam doesn't interfere, everything's going to be fine, says my master programmer. Uncle Sam, I've been told, equals $$$.

So we got T. And we got back our Alex Diamond. All is well in the V-World. Are they happy? Well, it's not my job to report about happiness, dudes. I do like to test them, though, and they never fail to interest me with their reactions. For example, if I, by clever manipulation, leave a screen showing T's next social function as Tasha--Diamond's favorite gal, by the way, *insert evil grin*--my calculation of Diamond's sudden appearance at the scene is pretty damn close to 100 percent on the mark, depending on how it could be engineered, of course.

I take no credit on this. I only observe. And test. And get the results. But happiness? Well, that's up to them.

Cold

I will tell you a very, very short story. Totally too short to be called a story, really.

Long, long ago, a man named Diamond saw his wife killed. His wife had the most beautiful eyes, Elizabeth Taylor eyes, you know? But anyway, she died and Diamond disappeared...sorta. You know how it is. You can't just disappear from us. I can always find you.

But I digress. Because this story is too damn short, you see. Where was I?

One day, after a long time, 'kay, since really, we need to give that poor dude time to get his head straight, but anyway, one day, GEM operative T. inserted a pair of contact lenses into her eyes and the rest is his- and her- story.

Insert *bwahahaha

A Hint

So there is a Jed's Interview Part Two, after all. Hmm. Maybe the man's finally going soft. He doesn't usually talk that much.

Today I'm going to tell you what TIVRRV stands for. That's short for Total Immersive Virtual Reality Remote Viewing. Remote viewing has always been done alone, inside the mind of an operative, but COMCEN has found a way for a synchronized experience. Is that a big enough hint for today?

Number Nine's Turn

Hell appears a bit better today. Not limping. Wow, all she needed was a good soak in the hot tub with Heath Cliffe! Kidding, kidding. I'm sure Dr. Kirkland gave her some painkillers or something, now that the serum is off. And a good night's rest, of course.

Welcome to the team, Hell! I think the commandos are going to take you in. I wonder what they really, really think about Hell, though.

I'm avidly reading Gennita's little interview with Jed. She's asking him questions from her blog-readers. Insert *snicker*. Dudes, just because Heath Cliffe had a little spotlight last week, every one of the commandos wants attention now. Males are competitive like that, I heard.