YEAH! YOUR OWN ALL-EXPENSES-PAID AND ALL-NECESSITIES-PROVIDED PERSONAL CONDO!...
KICKIN' BACK, WITH IT'S OWN "DO NOT DISTURB' SIGN!...
WELL, IT SEEMS THAT THE NEOINFANT HSR REMEMBERS BACK THEN...BECAUSE EVER SINCE HE STARTED OUT AS A TODDLER
HE LOVES BEING IN THE WATER!...
I MEAN, EVEN IN PRESCHOOL, HE CRIED AND CRIED WHEN HE COULDN'T GO TO...
THE "SCHOOL OF FISH!...
AND WHILE GROWING UP, HE FOUND PEACE AND QUIET AND A WHOLE LOT OF SOLITUDE UNDERWATER...
BELIEVE ME, HE WOULD JUST SIT THERE , AND
...READ FOR HOURS!
AND, AS HE GOT OLDER, HE MOVED UP TO SCUBA DIVING AND SNORKELING...
BUT HIS DREAM WAS TO GO EVEN DEEPER...ALL THE WAY TO THE BOTTOM OF THE UNKNOWN SEAS!...
MAYBE HE GOT THIS GENETIC URGENCY FROM HIS GREAT GRANDFATHER, WHO HAD THREE DOCTORATES AS AN EXPLORATORY OCEANOGRAPHER...
HSR SORT OF GIGGLES AT THE OLD SUITS...
AND EVEN THE LATEST ONES ARE FUNNY-LOOKING TOO!...
BUT HSR HAS A DEEP DEPTH SUIT IN MIND...
FOR BATTLING EVEN THE MOST DANGEROUS OF SEA MONSTERS!...
SO, THIS DAY HE GETS TO DO A SOLO VENTURE NEAR THE ATLANTIC'S "MARIANA'S TRENCH"...
WHERE NEW OCEAN LIFE IS ABUNDANT!...
AND SO IS THE FAST MOVING, MINERAL RICH, SEA-FLOOR VOLCANO HOT LAVA!
SO, HE'S IN HIS ONE PERSON HIGH-PRESSURE-TOLERANT SUB...
AND HE DETACHES FROM THE MOTHERSHIP...
AND HE SAYS "SEE YA!" TO THE AIRY ATMOSPHERE ABOVE...
FOR A WHILE!...
AND HE SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY...
WHILE CHECKING AND RECHECKING HIS CONTROLS AND CALIBRATED INSTRUMENTS...
AND, HEY...
AND RIGHT OFF THE BAT...HE GETS A RARE GLIMPSE IF A MIMIC OCTOPUS!...
...MOVING WITH ALACRITY, SO THAT IT'S NOT LATE TO ITS...APPOINTMENT?...
OMG!...A...
BLANKET OCTOPUS!...
I'M GLAD THAT I'M CATCHING ALL OF THIS WITH MY LOW-LIGHT GO-PRO CAMERA!...
"OH, WOW!
COMING IN FROM STRAIGHT AHEAD!...CHECK IT!...
WHAT ARE THESE TWO DUDES UP TO?"...
"(EXPLETIVE)!...QUICK!...SLAM ON THE BRAKES!"...
"AND MAKE A HARD RIGHT!...
WHEW!...
WELL, WHADAYOUKNOW!...A SUCKER OCTOPUS!"
"HEY WAIT!...AIN'T NO RARE POKEMON GOS DOWN HERE, RIGHT?"...
NOW, THIS LITTLE PUFFER FISH GUY...MIGHT BE KICKING UP SAND TO GAIN TRACTION AND
RAM MY SHIP HEAD ON...WITH ITS POISONOUS LIVER SELF!...
"SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT THIS DEVIL FISH NEEDS NO ORTHODONTIST, WITH ITS "I DARE-YOU-TO-PUT-YOUR-FINGER-IN-MY-MOUTH" SET OF MASTICATORS!"...
"PUT THE ENGINE IN NEUTRAL!" I SHOUT TO MYSELF!... "AND CHECK THIS ONE!...
AND SILENTLY...
AN "I'M-JUST-ITCHIN'-FOR-YOU-TO-COME-MESS-WITH-ME!" JELLY DRAGON...CEREMONIOUSLY GLIDES BY...
AND YOU'RE RIGHT...
IT WON'T GET MESSED WITH...BY ME!...
CRAP!...SLAM ON THE BRAKES AGAIN!..
"I GOTTA DIVE NOW!...
AWW, MAN!...THAT WAS CLOSE!
UH OH, I'M DIVING DOWN TOO FAST... I'M CUTTING MY DESCENT RATE!...
"OMG"!...
"THAT ONE'S "OH MY GOSH FISH ONE",
"AND THIS ONE'S "OMG! FISH 2"...
"HEY...WHERE YOU DISAPPEARING' TO?"
UH OH...I'M HAVING AN INTUITION FEELING...RIGHT 'BOUT NOW?...
MAYBE I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN THIS FAR ...IN THIS SPOT...OKAY!...I GET IT!
AAEEIII!...
IT'S OBVIOUS TO ME NOW...THOSE FISH ARE WARNING ME!...
AND THIS ONE SEEMS LIKE IT'S SAYING, NO! NO! NO!...
"....!"
A "MF" PREDATOR-LIKE SHARK'S SLINGING ITS JAWS AT MY PROPANE TANK!
DON'T MAKE IT LEAK!...
JUST MY LUCK!...
NOW...A GIGANTIC ELECTRIC EEL!
NOOOOOO!...
PROPANE AND SPARKS DON'T MIX!...NOT EVEN UNDERWATER!...
RELEASE THE LEAKING TANK!...
NOW!...
"...!"
I CAN FEEL A SPARK COMING!
OH NO!
THE TANK'S GONNA BLOW!...
BOOOOOM!
THE BIG FORCE SHOOTS ME DOWNWARD...
LUCKILY NOT INTO THE ROCKS!...
I'MA HIDE IT OUT
FOR A WHILE IN THIS CAVE!...
THERE!...
AFTER A BIT, THE NOISES AND RUMBLINGS DIE DOWN...
AND WHAT SEEMS LIKE THE SOUNDS OF HURT FISH YELLING AND SCREAMING...GET FAINTER AND FAINTER...
NOW IT'S TOTALLY QUIET
IN HERE...
NOT WANTING TO TURN MY LIGHTS ON JUST YET...TO CHECK THE CONTROL PANEL..
I WAIT A MINUTE OR TWO
TO MAKE SURE I'M THE ONLY THING DOWN HERE!
IT SEEMS SAFE..FOR NOW!...
I'LL WAIT A LITTLE LONGER...
WAIT!...I FEEL A DISTURBANCE IN THE MATRIX!
I "JUMP LOOK" STRAIGHT AHEAD, THEN LEFT, THEN RIGHT...
...I LOOK BEHIND ME!...
"WT(FISH)....!"
Let me let you in on a little secret!...
My name is Nalatasha Atasha...
And I am a spy...
But I prefer to think of myself as an...
...Intelligence Broker!...
I specialize in Computational Espionage...
I was just Fed Exed a $500 million wire transfer and...
...some walking-around money!...
And the wire transfer cleared!...so, I, immediately and encryptedly, spread the cash over 15 separate tax haven principalities, including Singapore, Hong Kong, and my favorite...of course...Monaco!
I also received my assignment...
My employers, who make a billion dollars a day, want me, to the best of my shadowy and discrete abilities, to find out Google's top secret present and future functional AI algorithms
that may possibly be "modified" to expedite military machine learning, so that those machines are gifted with a "para-consciousness," and so that they always obey commands to the "T," and salute and say, "Yes, Sir!" without variance.
My employer's aim is not to hurt Google, but just to "level the playing field," so I am told.
I am also to find out or extrapolate methods of spying on and extracting proprietary data from various geosynchronous satellites,
and how to make those satellites give "altered, yet believable" information back to their command centers on the ground.
This techno-task should be almost like a "walk in the park" for me, because I have just developed hybrid molecular nanobots, capable of infinitely, and kenetically replicating,
then infiltrating...
...and reaching every cubby hole and corner of cyberspace...
...while at the same time, being undetectable, because they cannot be traced back to code!
...and after their targeted bits and bites are collected, digested, and encrypted, the binary-based data booty will be transmitted back to my low energy receivers...
...then the bots will simply biodegrade to...innocent and amorphous computer dust particles!...
...incapable of any forensic tattle-taleling!
But first, I need to recruit help from someone outside...in the world-changing City of Mountain View...
...And I've had my eyes on a certain prospect...a Dentist...
...a Dr. Pedramo Matami,
...whose great grandfather was a bona fide Dental Pioneer...
...and who happens to be single, and have an eccentric reputation...but more importantly...
...he also just happens to be an expert in biomedical and chemical engineering...
...and he even has a well-stocked, highest-tech, secret lab in the back of his office...
...to play in!
I know this...because...I have my sources!
He doesn't know it, but I'm going to make it so he won't be able to refuse me...even if he tried!
So I play my cards... and now, he's with me at a cozy dining spot downtown...
At the hot and heavy Morocco's,
and with the magical and pulsating belly dancing music...
I seduce him into gazing into my eyes...and I am now ready to profoundly hypnotize him, using my inescapably-attractive, guaranteed-to-work, hypnotic contact lenses!...
That's it, honey...look deeper into me!...
Set the hook and...
Engage!...Now!
Got 'um!..
Now, I clinch it all...by telling him that instead of snapping my finger to put him under so he's compliant and helpless...we will just toast our glasses instead!
And, "Clink!"...just like that...he's all mine...
Whoa!...the tricks I learned in spy school!
Now, he's obediently responding "Yes!" to my every command!
And now, we get up to leave...
Man!...just look at my dentist accomplice!...
To not draw attention, I put his arms down, and we get out of there!
But, unexpectedly, a belly dancer bumps him with her hip...
...which pushes him into another gyrating "bellyer"...
Well, we...wait...a third "hot" one bumps him...
Dang!...There are more "hips" than "tips" here!
Finally, we stumble out of there...and now we're home free!
Now, I need to quickly get to work...with my Dr. Matami's help!...
...and finish my final technical preparations in his laboratory and "visit" Google!
Then, I'll see what I can get out of Senior Researcher Peter Borvig!
A spy's gotta do...
what a spy's gotta do!...
May you have many...don't creep up on people, because that favor might just be returned!...when we sleep, are we actually entering into another "dimension?"...ask the right questions, and your answers will be more valuable!...smiles!
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