The Dire Threat of OMAC Attacks.
Is Brother Eye Watching You?
Barefoot Abby and I encountered our first OMAC today, around 10:00 A.M. this morning. Congregations of them have been in migration north, from their mass siege of Themyscira, the now vanished Barefoot Amazon Nation of Paradise Island in the Bermuda Triangle. Now, more of the OMACs are crossing over the Gulf, rather than to the east, as in their earlier, swifter flight. The OMAC in question landed in our general proximity in the glades. It began an examination process which I have recorded on my laptop:
"TARGET ACCQUIRED:
BEGIN FILE PROGRAM-DELTA/APEX .6/9284.2KDJG.QRL_EXECUTE_
SCAN COMPLETE. SUBJECT:///ALPHA-TEN.codex.///ELEMENTAL-FILE-PRIORITYFILES/ALPHA:::://SWAMP THING_ SCAN COMPLETE. -PENDING RESULTS: NEGATIVE. THREAT ACCESSMENT: MARGINAL. RESUME OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. ENGAGED."
The OMAC didn't attack, as I feared that it would begin a systematic assault, for this would endanger Barefoot Abby. It merely ran its program of my status and departed at the tail of its squadron. Barefoot Abby had lowered her beautiful nude body beneath the pond water in which she was swimming, but she now emerged, unafraid. She seemed only a little phased at this situation, and merely asked, "Alec? What was that thing?" as she raised her head up from under the water where she had attempted to hide. I explained to her it was a cybernetic organism, half human and part machine. A person infected by nanotechnology and rendered as less than human, part of a collective to a master spy satellite called Brother Eye. I told her there is no certain way to stop them, just yet. The entailing dangers to all parties concerned are just too great. Barefoot Abby stroked her wet slicked-back fine white hair, drew her slim beautiful nude body closer to me, and she complained that the world was dangerous enough as it was. With the existence of OMAC technology, the danger grows exponentially. Something must be done to resolve this situation, but what? I must do whatever it takes to protect my family from this threat, and my world.
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Constantine. Always The Same.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/constantine-always-same.html
Barefoot Abby and I encountered our first OMAC today, around 10:00 A.M. this morning. Congregations of them have been in migration north, from their mass siege of Themyscira, the now vanished Barefoot Amazon Nation of Paradise Island in the Bermuda Triangle. Now, more of the OMACs are crossing over the Gulf, rather than to the east, as in their earlier, swifter flight. The OMAC in question landed in our general proximity in the glades. It began an examination process which I have recorded on my laptop:
"TARGET ACCQUIRED:
BEGIN FILE PROGRAM-DELTA/APEX .6/9284.2KDJG.QRL_EXECUTE_
SCAN COMPLETE. SUBJECT:///ALPHA-TEN.codex.///ELEMENTAL-FILE-PRIORITYFILES/ALPHA:::://SWAMP THING_ SCAN COMPLETE. -PENDING RESULTS: NEGATIVE. THREAT ACCESSMENT: MARGINAL. RESUME OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. ENGAGED."
The OMAC didn't attack, as I feared that it would begin a systematic assault, for this would endanger Barefoot Abby. It merely ran its program of my status and departed at the tail of its squadron. Barefoot Abby had lowered her beautiful nude body beneath the pond water in which she was swimming, but she now emerged, unafraid. She seemed only a little phased at this situation, and merely asked, "Alec? What was that thing?" as she raised her head up from under the water where she had attempted to hide. I explained to her it was a cybernetic organism, half human and part machine. A person infected by nanotechnology and rendered as less than human, part of a collective to a master spy satellite called Brother Eye. I told her there is no certain way to stop them, just yet. The entailing dangers to all parties concerned are just too great. Barefoot Abby stroked her wet slicked-back fine white hair, drew her slim beautiful nude body closer to me, and she complained that the world was dangerous enough as it was. With the existence of OMAC technology, the danger grows exponentially. Something must be done to resolve this situation, but what? I must do whatever it takes to protect my family from this threat, and my world.
Next:
Constantine. Always The Same.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/constantine-always-same.html
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