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Star date 4059.5. Let's romance all this; roman is French for novel, you ought to know. It's a Star Trek episode. I should write a scrip! I will do it, someday, in emergency I work better. Yesterday night I watched Spock's brain, an old episode from the original series. I will never watch it again. Doctor McCoy scared me for good this time. Spirits were so unnerved in the past. No wonder we had two world wars as soon as it became technically possible, and stupid. The town sent me a form for a free physical check, urine and blood test included, but I am going to call Scotty to see if he can do me a solid and beam me up out that trap. Great acting, these were inspired glances, focusing extremely, during the brain surgery to save Spock. Modern medicine is too often scary like that. "And they heal nobody" use to say the Angels. Wait, I will do it, better fix the system rather than becoming a victim of it. That is what doctors do.
There is also a few dozens other texts and poems I wrote during that period. "Artstamps" I like to call sincere, rather than naive or childish. Love is true. Better be true to him. How therapeutic, you should! Sing along if you don't have a pen! Or dance your heart out.
Let's not forget the amazing "Perfect Crimes" series too. No wonder I scare people. Some must believe that I kill hundreds of thousands, like that, on a finger snap. It is not.
I have been a librarian for about 3 months in 2003, in the library of medicine of the hospital Bretonneau just near by my apartment. I once saw Miss-Wold again there. Not the Miss-World I already talked about, another one, Panacea. That is how I like to Christen this vision of Paradise. Boy what a woman. An absolute blond. In scrubs. She came in like a Miracle. Like an Angel on top of a Miracle. With that kind of hairdo a la Brigitte Bardot, or Pamela Anderson. Buxom with an unforgettable face. A perfect one. If you are laughing reading this, you get it. You saw her once, or sometimes if you live in a great city. On first sight you cannot believe how extraordinarily beautiful she is. How much more. Top level. Like everybody is in Paradise. She is a reminder. They even are the most dangerous women if they are evil. Do not destroy her. She'd destroy you anyway, good or evil. She has the right to defend herself, and if she is good, God the Father himself gives her HIS force to do so.
I didn't had the opportunity to talk to her too. Which is lame when you know all what she could have learn. I was there since a few weeks only, and went directly to the other guy, the one she already had for when she needed some documentation. What to say? Panacea, voila. The name dresses her well. Panaçée, parce que, ça la maquille. She is the remedy, and she knows it. She's a galleon sailing in all her glory. An eternal spark. The wind blows for you, for her he sings, he does his very best. He pushes you; he caresses her. She modestly is a flower too.
But it is my bad. I should have made myself famous there, instead of waiting for them to do something. Never wait, Lucas! Believe me, Son, never wait for people to do the right thing. They never. Be the gypsy! And you are the son of Jesus-Christ, so, you are special from scratch. Not only to me, like every son is, of course, special and unique to his father, but also to everybody. Better be the party starter, or do not whine if you are bored, because there is no party. This is for you all.
I had the opportunity! I just preferred not too. Let's be a bit paranoiac sometimes, and spare myself to end up lobotomized. Sure there is plenty who would love to see that happen. I put their income at risk. Fool! But I will insist. Whatever how simple and basic it may seems, and therefore, not mandatory, the medicinal world has to replace the caducei by Mary. Period. Put yourselves under Wisdom's wings, kiddos, that is my advice. In the dispensaries too one's must Talk.
A doctor used to come in the library and sat at a table with some cherry picked magazine and scientific publications. Professional stuff, almost a tongue by itself. Even just the vocabulary, it is something. And during the fat hour he used to spend here, he also used to lift up the nose, to cogitate. The man was visibly a researcher. I respect that. And I already was too much like a monster in here, with my "special" spare time working contract for those who are living on social benefits like I still am. They are funny, you know. They keep me living way under the line of poverty, and then, they are not happy when I have to make a living, because I am there, stuck at work with them, day in, day out, for 8 hours, and it's like I teach Vulcans. Spock would suddenly materialize in front of the desk, right in front everybody, in the middle of the library, coming from the future, because he has something to ask me to know how to save the day, I can tell you my friends, I wouldn't be surprised, and they get that my fellow co-workers of 2003 or 14, rapidly. No way they are going to let me be the one she talks too. It's good sport. I am so much troubles. She deserves better. Persecutions really ain't an easy thing, and I know myself, I just fall so in love, he would have ask her to marry me, right away. No words needed. Faith all the way works better. It is God who then wants her to be married to you. Ultimate tip. I shouldn't even share it. I do it for the ladies. We all are just cavemen, dear brothers. Tell me about flower power. It exists, for sure. Thank God Wisdom loves men!
My job was mostly to dispatch the new entries of the day. A library like that, that is subscribed to so many magazines, even the Federal Register, for new laws matters! Codes and classification are all in behind the scenes of the cathedrals of books. I know it, we invented it all. He. Boredom done well, that what it was like to me, for a tiny paycheck. Coffee breaks and urges to turn the afternoon into a comic standup to stop. The good mood machine. Buy one.
Boring novel you might think. No sense of danger, no thrill. He's just bragging, like usually. Sorry. Let's talk about that positive female figure instead. Divine beauty. She has these eyes full of love, Madam unmissable. Let her reign. That is what I did that day. She is still a lighthouse in my mind. The Bible is right. The highest prayer a man can do is a woman with a beautiful face. Beauty is the ultimate adventure. God bless her everywhere, even in me. I should return to my adventures now. I don't stop saying that I should write the script for a Star Trek episode, but I have no clue of how to turn it out. Or is it up? My English must be so funny sometimes for native English speakers. I should leave the childhood memories for a bit and tell what is happening to me right now. I am becoming so magical again. There just was the largest earthquake in Yellowstone's park in decades. It made become some of the tweets I sent before such a miracle. Literally Biblical sized, even for the future. Believe me, the Angels will not obey to you.
Space exploration just started. We have computers since a few decades. The most amazing ones are called supercomputers, and are used to forecast weather for example. The champion of them all nowadays is named Tianhe-2, and calculates at almost 34 petabytes. Quantum computers and their cubits able to be in two states at the same time are still a thing of the future. Laboratory research. There is just a few ones of them in the world. But I proved that the weather, earthquakes, and even History, are decided upstairs, in heaven, by our God and Father. That is the revolution. It rains the word. It's raining. And you should be happy about that.
If it's years 3538 around you right now, believe it, nothing could have surprised the world more. It happened just when they couldn't expect it less. The full featured Apocalypse, with Miracles putting an end to all other religions. The Gulf Stream taking the shape of a hand smashing France, and of the face of a wolf just when satellite imaging was still quite new. Miracles the size of a continent just when there was eyes high enough to see and show them. Exciting days I can tell you.
The only thing suddenly left was pure faith in God. Simply. He exist, and HE is love and goodness only. Scientifically proven. The world was asleep, and full of meanness. Greed at any cost and empty shells. Dangerous days for a Prophet. An implacable psychological war. England has just a law to punish "emotional crimes" committed against the children. Parents who starve children of love will face jail time. Here: the link. Before that, there was no law to protect the Child. There was good people of course. There is. Like practically always. But there is st
ill so much to do. Billions of women still just suffer so much in large parts of the world. It is not a thing of the past yet. And as I am writing these lines, I am still struggling to get men to stand up and stop that, simply everywhere, now. I cannot wait to impose the Sky on Television. What a day it is going to be. Very scholar I will stay. That is how God wants it. God never disappoints.