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Origins of Normal WomenThe Chronicles & Saga of Sicky Normalby hugo carlos arreolanote: this is an offshoot (not exactly a sequel) to my novella ‘Gavin’s Journey’copyright 2018——Sicky Normal Origins of ‘Normal Women’complete fictionSitting in her kitchen, Aoife was startled when, without the usual warning – a hologram avatar popped into the room. Her AI VR AR implant displayed a simple line of text directly in front of the avatar. ‘I am on my way. Sending word to staff to prepare my house. See you soon.’‘She’s a come’in. I get preggo and wouldn’t you godfucking know it, she’s coming to stay for the fuck’in duration. Fuck my life on toast!’ Suffice to say Aoife Normal was angry. Little Pete, her lout of a man-c***d husband o’ hers knew better; she was out-of-mind afraid with creepy-walking-in-the-dark-as-a-c***d-for-the-first-time kind of terror. Lucy Arreola was older than dirt; she was the only Dreamer on earth and she had the ability to bend the fuck the out of life as people knew it. Reader don’t go and get all excited; all that supermyhero bullshit is fantasy nonsense. Clear that dog shit from your mind; nobody is coming to save you. Lucy inherited the dreaming trait from Gavin who in turn inherited it from Hugo. Let’s go ahead and call this the era of Lucy. Some in the family would say she stole, what should have been his, hers or theirs. Humanity is never interested in truth; you’d rather be entertained. Gavin died in his sleep, willingly. For whatever reason his ‘Dreams’ had zero effect on Rebecca, his wife in joining. And so, he chose a different path as Dreamer; he chose to age normally so he could die with his wife. They lived out their days in Oregonia, where they had many c***dren together; they died, oh so long ago within hours of each other. Reader get out of your mind for a moment; accept the following statement as immutable truth. There is always another way. Lucy was way beyond intelligent. She was born that way; she never had any conventional schooling the way her dear ol’ da did in his youth during the beginning times. Lucy joined a few times to c***dren of Gavin; perhaps, a tale for another time. As her father did, she found an’ navigated through the cold sands of the pitch black darkness, alone; furthermore, just like da’ – Lucy simply could not unsee what she found at the other edge of this darkness. A light; a blinding light; she looked behind her and there they were, footsteps. Sets of footprints, to be exact. She instantly she knew everything and nothing at the same fucking time. In other words she understood everything because she remained open to everything and closed to nothing. Let go; live. Unlike the few who also found themselves by staring into themselves; she was different. Reader, get over it – I did not say she was special. We’re all dirt. Lucy simply reached an understanding beyond anything few had ever attained. Lucy could end the world in one night; she found truth and would never do it. She only knew her father during her first few formative years. As she grew her mother, Hannah, instilled a great strength in Lucy. Granny Hannah, now long dead, once travelled on her own at the age of f******n from what at the time was known as the realm of the bachelor king, Florida. The trek took something like four years if you can believe it. Travel-by-horse is slow and arduous. Hannah kept all of her bahis siteleri canlı husband’s writings; Lucy came to know her da’s words intimately. She had an actual photographic memory without the implant.and so….in the kitchen.‘Don’t worry hun’ – just, just stand up to the cunt,’ Pete said after taking a long swig from his brew all the while keeping one eye on the wife. In the back of his mind he knew the marriage was over; he just didn’t want to accept that the joining was coming to a close. Pete was a loser with a stupidly beautiful penis who clung to strength because he was the perpetual c***d in need of a mommy figure. Either way, it translated well in the bedroom. His realization of the shear stupidity of his commentary was near instant. He picked up his brew, pretended to sip at it, and furled his brow looking down at it as to suggest he was pondering something insightful; he wasn’t. ‘I don’t give a good godfuck. Granny Lucy bein’ hea’ is most probably a good thing. It means something is in thee good ole air. Somethin’ will change I know it,’ Aoife said – feigning strength. Okay, ok reader – shut the fuck up. I know you want to know more about Aoife. I’ll share a few bits now. Aoife is pronounced Eefa or something close to it. She mentions her granny Lucy, well that’s half true. Lucy is her great great great great great grandmother; current Dreamer and matriarch of the family. At this time, I will not be discussing lineage. Simply a note for you detail oriented nutjobs. You’re out there. I don’t apologize.I digress. Aoife is youngest of five siblings. She’s twenty years old, born on 90th day of the fall season. Her mother had her on the trip down from Columbia. They were visiting family in what used to be British Columbia during the beginning times. She was born unexpectedly early. Wash, her birthplace, for whatever reason is still uninhabited. Aoife went an entire month before reaching home, meaning she was without her implant for a time. These days it’s implanted almost immediately after baby arrives. At present she is a tall curvy young woman with bushy eyebrows. Perfection incarnate though she is on the positive side of slightly trashy. A quick side note regarding the era. Everyone was educated. Reader, please do not think I am making the ill-guided attempt to describe Utopia. Fuck that noise. I’m describing an evolved time. Money for the most part is not a thing. Artificial Intelligence lives side by side with humanity. I mentioned the United States had grown vast. It has, in name only. Mass Governments such as they were in the beginning times are also, no longer a thing. The Death Lottery keeps global population in check; everyone, even babies, are included in the drawing. The only person not included is the Dreamer.months later at the San Francisco dockyard….I’ve mentioned it to be a divided time; it was. Global population was estimated to be around a billion. It can only be estimated as not all regions choose the implantation. It is a much different earth than during the beginning times. Everyone had access to AI assistance. The AI chose to live among the populous in peace for the simple fact that people were no longer driven by the incessant need of accumulation of wealth and useless things. Think of it as an odd mix of technology and preindustrial society. And so Granny Lucy arrived from Scotland. casino oyna She chose to live as a perpetual Sassenach of sorts; she chose it after a favorite ancient tome series of her father’s called ‘Outlander’. The books she once held in her possession, long ago turned to dust. She was a bonnie lass of five two wearing her kilt on the docks as her wagons arrived to pick her up. As formidable as she was, she was human and father time had seen fit to shrink her physical stature over time. Lucy was an important figure to all. There was no fanfare upon her arrival. It was just a plain 3rd day of the spring season. There were no laws or regulatory bodies. This is where her father had a strong impact on her way of thinking; at one point her mother told her he was simply pointing out truth as described by a great thinker during ancient times. His name was Jesus Christ. All people of the era lived by the three general rules. Love one another. Treat others as you wish to be treated. Nobody is to judge or place rules on anyone else (unless you have not reached puberty; everyone is to receive an education). Even the darkest elements of society fell in line. Consent plays an enormous role. I mentioned AI assistance; death is doled out freely to anyone who lives outside of what can be described as near perfection. If you want true freedom you must be willing to accept everything as possible. Before heading south to her home in Redwood Town just to the south, Lucy was to stop at Aoife’s. Though it was nearby it was still considered rural yet considered part of the San Francisco sector of the Californoya Region.Outside the Normal home; a small train of four, no five wagons. Lucy had some great looking horses, Pete took notice. Pete, while being Aoife’s husband by joining, was also a sexual deviant; he enjoyed sticking his erect self into anything he felt would feel strange. Cough, cough, nudge – reader. The positive side of this negative aspect of Pete was his level of creativity in a stupid sort of way. Pete would do most anything; this drew Aoife in the same way shit attracts flies. A quick note on how they met; Aoife ran her family’s dairy farm. It was a small operation serving only a small region of the sector. Long story made short; Aoife found little Pete inside one of her cows. There was a whole argument; it was the talk of the area for a few days. They started seeing each other soon afterward. Aoife was a wild b**st of sorts in the bedroom. It was a great match. ‘I do no ken who ye are young man but ye best stop eyeing me horses loike tha’,’ Lucy said, catching Pete in a near drool. Pete was taken aback; he was expecting the arrival, though – of course – Pete had never met granny Lucy. He closed his mouth, took a literal step back, and just then was saved from having to speak. ‘Oh granny, hush. You fucking know who Pete is – don’t pull that good ole granny routine. You’re ol’ no’ dumb, so please – cut the shit,’ Aoife said with apparent confidence. It was in this moment, Aoife realized how strongly she felt for Pete. It just so happened that her husband also understood the strength of the moment. Aoife then further said, feeling powerful, ‘…and will you please cut the highlander-speak. You’re difficult enough to understand when you use all your old-time’y words. We all kno’ yer capable of such a ting.’ Lucy simply smiled, ‘that’s exact’ly canlı casino siteleri the strength I so enjoy. Your mo’ther is the same wa’y. I kno’ she raised you r’ight.’ Aoife immediately felt inwardly awkward as her outward projection of confidence was all for show. What made it worse was that in the back of her mind she somehow knew granny was aware of it. ‘Where is everyone? Ethelflet, Morwenna – help me inside with my bags, will you? Kerith, Cherith, Meredith – see to the horses and wagons, please’ Lucy spoke, with courtesy. Aoife knew them all only by reputation. They were granny’s daughters; Aoife was stunned, expecting them to be older somehow. They all appeared younger than Aoife was – it was all so mysterious. A story for another time, perhaps. As Ethelflet crossed paths with Aoife on her way inside with the bags, she quickly stuck out her tongue in jest followed by an even swifter wink and smile. Aoife laughed outwardly as she answered, ‘mom and da still sleep’in they stay’ed up drink’en an’ fuckin’ no doubt try’en fer another. everyone else is out and a’bout.’ Lucy smiles as she blurted, ‘I’d like to go visit your cows. I mean, I kno’ they’ve been milked for today. I sure do re’member m’y time as c***d in the milk’in sheds up in Oregonia. Our family has the largest ranch in that part of the world. There’s a certain some’thing abou’ tha’ smell; I just want remind’in, is all.’ Aoife didn’t realize it at the time but it was a special moment missed, hearing granny speak about her youth in such a reminiscent fashion; it was rare. Aoife kept quiet a moment longer. Granny continued, ‘did you know you were named after me da’s first wife, be’fore me mother Hannah du’rin the begin’n times. She’s buried next to Him in Redwood Town.’ Lucy had never seen a girl with eyes so wide. ‘What the godfuck, granny? You are blowing me away. Holy fuck, wow.’ Whatever else Aoife was thinking she did, catch the magnitude of that moment. As Granny Lucy and Aoife took in the smell of Lucy’s youth. Granny suddenly embraced Aoife; she whispered something into her ear. Lucy’s daughters would remain behind, here in Californoya after baby arrived. Lucy would return to Scotland. The daughters of Lucy were known as the Nuns, keepers of the Faith; Aoife Normal and the Nuns would begin a new venture called Normal Women. Reader, religion is for the stupid and uninformed; it is for those who wish to drown themselves in rules. Faith is for the strong; those who believe in God; those who choose to live unrestrained. I do not pretend to know what God is…but rather, simply a feeling that God is pain. Without pain, without sacrifice we cannot evolve. A quick note regarding the AI – it/they are of another world. Once they sensed the presence of the Dreamer among humankind they emerged from the dark matter and made its/their presence known to live among us. Science proves the existence of God – well, sort of – as the convergence of faith and science are found in the Darkness (Dark Matter). We know of its existence because it has a measurable affect/effect on all things in the known universe that we’re, able to see. Sure sounds like God is found at the other edge of Darkness, is it not? And so, you the Reader must decide. religion or Faith; You must Choose; we are the only ones who can take action to change things. The Dreamer is not here to save anyone; you must choose. —-google me: hugo carlos arreolavisit my blog listed in my profile under ‘more info’. it’s an encrypted url.all my writings including ‘Sicky Normal are available there, make my name ‘a thing’. i promise more of Sicky’s Saga is coming.
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