Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 341: Jonathon Makes Progress free porn video
Wednesday, April 18, to Sunday, April 22, 2007
In the very early morning, while the other celebrants snoozed, I spent half an hour practicing creating a ghost version of Archangel Michael. Ideally it would be indistinguishable from what I looked like in my A-man suit and still leave me with plenty of minds uninvolved so they could do other things, but that was never going to be possible, but a partial duplicate might have its uses. I already knew how to do the wings, so I 'just' needed a body. My light blobs are a lot more flexible than they were when I first discovered them, but there was no way I could make a realistic looking body so I didn't try. Michael's wearing a semi-metallic silver suit didn't help matters either; I should've chosen a yellow fabric. Instead of going for realism, I tried for an impressive looking special effect, to inspire awe and fear (in either order was fine).
My final version wasn't very impressive, not as I judged it anyway. A guard surprised in the middle of the night by its appearing in front of him might have a different opinion though.
I had a half-plan that I could have the ghost storm though a military base. It could walk through walls, stand in the middle of desk, and otherwise seem to be nothing more than light (I thought I could manage that). But when the angel wanted to, it would be extremely solid and strong, such as when it picked up a soldier by the neck. The soldier would be kicking and punching, with his blows passing straight through the ghost. The soldier could even fire his gun if he wanted to. I could imagine that the soldier would be REALLY freaked out!
When news of that capability reached the top echelons, the bosses should develop some additional caution, because how on Earth could they fight such a creature!
Having learned how to make the angel-ghost look as good as I could with my capabilities, I resumed my OSU studying.
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Wednesday was a day of minor- and non-events.
The non-event started first, probably because it had an unfair advantage. In the morning's news, the Navy had still not renamed CVN-77. By lunchtime they still hadn't renamed it. They maintained their consistent position - sitting on their asses - all day.
Mom got an email from an underling in Jonathon's organization at midday, confirming that "According to the criteria set down by the creature referred to as Archangel Michael, the absence of your son Mark Anderson's body would not seem to be an impediment to his possible resurrection. However, this organization is currently in the process of formulating a comprehensive set of criteria, which blah, blah..." Translated into non-Government-speak, it said, "Yes, but don't get your hopes up. And don't call us, we'll call you."
Mom's getting a reply didn't have any significance, but Mom still sent back, "How do we get Mark's name put on the list?"
In the afternoon, Jonathon's group released the first draft of their criteria. That wasn't the sort of thing the Government would normally do, but the angel had suggested putting that information on ABC's website so Jonathon had pushed for making that part of his job public. Giving ABC a scoop didn't appeal to Jonathon's advisors, so they released it more widely.
There was nothing particularly surprising in the list of criteria:
"Not Elvis Presley." Bureaucrats don't have senses of humor, so I was pretty sure Jonathon was having some fun throwing his authority around, which pleased me.
"American citizen who died in America, had a social security number, and the death certificate was issued in America." It seemed a little redundant, but who was I to make a fuss.
"Died January 1st, 2000, or later."
"Has no criminal convictions."
"Has at least one of: a mother, father, husband, wife or child still alive." There was an explanation that this was so the resurrectee would have somewhere to reestablish him/herself, which was specifying something I'd said in general.
There were several more minor criteria, such as "Younger than 45 at time of death", none of which excluded Mark Anderson.
VERY importantly - because Mark Anderson didn't have a death certificate - there was a process people could go through if they wanted someone to be considered who met the other criteria and who were American citizens, but who either hadn't died in America, hadn't had a social security number, or didn't have a death certificate. Mom immediately followed that procedure for Mark Anderson. The angel could have sent Jonathon an email to get him to change the troublesome death certificate criterion, but it was much better to use the mechanism they were helpfully providing as it avoided having the setup job look like a setup job.
[[Other than the criterion of being an American citizen - which was required to avoid the nightmare of opening the list to everyone in the world, because it'd be impossible to achieve anything in ten days if that happened - the other requirements of the second point weren't really requirements at all, but a place to start. Jonathon's organization had to create a list of dead people, and copying all the databases of death certificates was a very easy way to kick that off. It would've been far too time consuming for Jonathon's group to search for all the dead people who didn't have such certificates, so they simply put the onus on the public to inform them of any ex-Americans who could be added.]]
There was also an explanation that there'd be several soft criteria as well, such as "The resurrectee himself/herself or at least one of the qualifying people in #5 has to be capable of financially supporting the resurrectee until he/she is capable of managing his/her own life." That was left out of the current list because it was too subjective. They wanted the initial criteria to be capable of being processed by computer, then the list of people who emerged would be looked at manually for the soft criteria.
I did landscaping work for most of the day, chatting as usual with my gardeners and agreeing that just like them, I hadn't gotten much work done yesterday because of the amazing angel. I added, "The angel may be able to take on the Air Force and Navy, but if he delays Julia's decorating one more day he's going to be in serious trouble."
The gardeners have met Julia, so they laughed.
I didn't want to die just before I was resurrected, so I added, "Please don't tell Julia I said that."
More laughter.
When the sun went down, it was time for me to do go up. I had three items on tonight's agenda:
Borrow someone's computer to research military aircraft, spy systems, satellites, and whatever other interesting links I could find.
Go to a military base to calibrate some military frequencies.
Do something about the Navy's failure to rename CVN-77 with the prompt responsiveness that an angel of my elevated status deserved.
I knew Edwards AFB was a big one and somewhere in California. I wasn't sure exactly where, but I headed in that general direction for a while, with a radio blob leading the way.
There's not much angel-threatening radar in the valley that runs south of Corvallis, so I barely had to deviate from the path I would've traveled anyway, but I felt proud of myself every time I altered my course.
Not long after I passed Mount Shasta in northern California, I found myself an available computer and started reading up on the various types of military hardware that I might run in to, or that might try to run into me. I wasn't looking for detailed specs, just an overview of capabilities.
Things like, "The Predator drone has a laser designator that can be used to paint a target so a long-range missile can take it out," caught my attention. I decided to do some googling to find out what frequencies those laser designators use. I was of the opinion that it'd be REALLY good to know if I was being painted by a target-designating laser! Especially because I'd also found out that the damned Air Force use smokeless fuel in their missiles, so you can't see them coming (how unfair is that!). Hollywood's got a lot to answer for, because every missile I've ever seen in a movie always leaves a very easy to follow, white smoke trail. I was VERY glad I'd learned the truth by googling, because learning it the other way would have been very upsetting.
Fearing the Navy might be waiting for me the next time I dove into the ocean, I checked out what they could do. For once, I was pleased to see nothing too worrying. Depth charges of course, but apparently they're reasonably ineffective against human bodies. That's because we're mostly water so the shockwave passes through us in the same manner as it passes through the water around us. Plus they'd be easy for me to toss back if the Navy sends any my way.
I don't know what would happen to my submarine if a depth charge went off nearby. If the sides collapsed, I could quite easily recreate the box, not even needing to do it above the surface as I could create the initial tiny box in my mouth, then expand it to push the water away, using a snorkel to fill it with air after I entered it and drained the water out. The main risk was in my being knocked out, but I wasn't too worried as it was unlikely that I'd ever let a depth charge go off near me.
A more serious weapon for a swimmer was a multiple launcher that could blanket a wide area of the ocean with mini-depth charges. They were contact explosives, so easy to avoid and even more fun to throw back. The Navy also had sound weapons, which made me laugh as I'd be in a soundproof box.
I spent an hour researching, having to change houses partway through because the first house's owner came home. My research session was productive and scary. The Navy's weapons were only as scary as I'd thought, but what I'd read of the Air Force's capabilities scared the crap out of me. I'd seriously underestimated the sneakiness of their weapon systems. I'd been lucky so far because all my appearances had been a surprise, but I had a feeling that turning up on Jonathon's doorstep in a week's time could result in an overly tricky visit.
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