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Monday, October 22 to Saturday, November 3, 2007
With the pressure to make a decision removed and knowing that I could leave solving the Surveillance Problem to other Marks, I would be happier over the next few days, and especially over the next few minutes while I was celebrating in the shower. It should be easy for me to stall the baddies for several days because our knowing their plans in advance gives us a huge advantage. If we repeated avoidance maneuvers like we had in New York too many times they'd get suspicious, but avoiding anything unpleasant for a few more days should be easy. If I really need to, I could go away on a trip with no pre-announced itinerary, which would stop them doing anything until I returned.
Julia quickly noticed, asking, "You seem happier all of a sudden, and I doubt it's just because of what Ava's sucking?"
I agreed, "Yes. I've found a way to get some useful information about our problem and I just have to wait for it now. Prof has told me not to worry about things if you've got more information coming in, so I'm taking his advice."
"What information?"
"There's a time and a place for serious discussions, and when your Lord is happy for once and his cock is hard and ... That's better, good girl.
-- "Oh! VERY good girl!"
The other Marks I déjà vu'd with over the next few days were pretty happy too. I didn't encounter any of the unlucky Risk Takers, but I didn't expect to with the odds being 1-in-7,776. I met one Mark who'd rolled a "1" for his first roll, and he'd confessed that it'd given him a fright. Doing one of the risky things didn't scare us as most of the ideas we'd had were quite easy to do, it was how the baddies would react next that was scary. One risky option was to go public with all the information we had, another was to interrogate the baddies in a bloody effective way and leave the mess for the police to clean up, and neither of those, nor most of our other ideas, were the slightest bit difficult or risky in themselves. But those sorts of actions would result in the baddies' boss reacting in some way, and we suspected it wouldn't be to apologize. Those Marks, and their families, could be in for a tough time if the boss decided to wield the power he clearly had.
[Regarding my "bloody effective way" comment just above: We were in a life-or-death struggle with the surveillers because they only had to stumble on one piece of the wrong type of evidence for all of my families' lives to be destroyed. My first instinct was to write, "It was a pity for the surveillers that they didn't know they were in a life-or-death struggle," but when you think about it from the surveillers' point of view, they did know that. The DHS and CIA had kidnapped me and effectively killed me, the FBI had tried to assassinate members of my family twice, the Guardian Angel would kill people to protect me, and the eventual purpose of the current surveillance was clearly not just to write an article for a science journal. The surveillers knew they were part of a very serious, illegal operation. In addition, the surveillers were the sort of people you'd expect to be involved in a very nasty, illegal operation. I haven't mentioned it yet, but from listening to the tapes we'd learned that they were VERY unpleasant people; their discussing their fantasies about what they'd like to do with Donna and Carol (especially but not exclusively) made that sickeningly clear. The girls heard many of those comments as they had to pull baby-sitting duty on the tape machines. The parents weren't happy about that, but we didn't have enough "man"-power and there were some educational benefits in it for the girls. If I did end up killing them, no one in my families was going to be very sorry about it.]
Being a "Waiting Mark" I wasn't off the hook yet as I still had to do something once I got enough information, but that should be sufficiently detailed to allow me to destroy the Surveillance Problem in a way that causes as little subsequent trouble as possible for us, and the maximum amount of subsequent trouble for the baddies.
A few days later we déjà vu'd with a Mark that reported: One Of Them:
We discussed it a bit, but all it meant was that the baddies had access to the FBI's computer system, which didn't surprise us. We'd have to wait for further information.
A couple of uneventful days later, we got another noteworthy déjà vu:
One Of Them:
One Of Them:
One Of Us:
One Of Them:
One Of Them:
One Of Us:
Getting another "6".
#22:
#31:
#22:
I went downstairs to where we had some games in a cupboard. I got a die out of the Monopoly set, gave it a good shake and dropped it onto the top of the box, getting a "6".
#15:
We did that, getting a "6".
#3:
That got a "6" too.
#3:
#All:
#14:
#17:
#17:
#All:
Being experts at rolling random numbers now, we rolled the die with the same technique as the last twenty times, getting a "6".
#8:
#19:
#4:
We got a "6".
#19:
#12:
#1:
#All:
#6:
We shook the mug, upended it on the kitchen counter, took a DEEP breath, and with a shaking hand lifted it off to reveal ... our death.
"FUCK!"
[[Now you know why this Mark, out of all of us - and there were about a billion five-merged Marks at this time - was chosen as the focus of this autobiography. As a result of his randomly rolling twelve 6s he went on to pioneer our development, as you'll read. The only choice required for this autobiography was which of his thirty two minds to start with, and I chose one who'd had a fairly average time getting to this point.]]
We stood there, hanging on to the bench. Unable to move; unable to function at all...
We couldn't think for several seconds...
Finally, #1:
#9:
#3:
We hurriedly dried our eyes and put away the game.
#15:
#11:
#22:
I checked myself with a sight blob, wiped away a couple of wet spots on my cheek, looked closely to make sure I looked normal, straightened up my posture, then walked back upstairs. A sight blob check showed me that the girls were nearly ready so I headed to the bedroom to collect them.
Carol asked, "Have you been crying, Mark?"
"Ahh, yeah."
The girls immediately started coming toward me to do what girls do at a time like this. Sharing in the misery is their first step in recovering from it. That opening up the wound to share it is the last thing a guy wants to do is something girls don't understand. I held them off with, "I leaked prematurely. As soon as I started I thought of something else that might invalidate my first reaction, so don't worry about it. I need to do some research first."
"What about?" asked Julia.
"It may come to nothing at all so I'm not going to hold up our breakfast for that. Let's go."
I went, and they hurried to catch up. For the rest of the walk they hung onto my arm and checked if I was truly okay. It's not like me to cry so they were worried. I was feeling better - because there OBVIOUSLY had to be something screwy with my rolling twelve 6s - so I was able to deflect their concerns.
I got through the breakfast and had a busy day at OSU until I had another déjà vu in the early afternoon.
All Of Us:
One Of Them:
One Of Us:
One Of Them:
One Of Us:
One Of Them:
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