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For a moment the Brelac stood before Fenlow and remained silent. Fenlow was apprehensive as to what would happen next. He had limited personal involvement with these creatures, but knew that they were as unpredictable as they were vicious.
The Brelac spoke, uttering a deep growl to slowly form a single name, "Fenlow. So, you're the Great Doctor Fenlow. One of the first traitors in the brief history of this war. We finally meet."
Fenlow was quick to voice his indignity to that unsavory title. "I find the word, traitor to be a little too malignant to suit my purpose. I'd like to think of myself as an entrepreneur."
The Brelac growled again. Showing rows of sharp teeth. "Traitor, entrepreneur. It's all the same to me. The point is that you're here. Now the question is why are you here?"
"I'm here to speak to Bane Mariner. I have a proposition for him."
"You are addressing Governor General Bane Mariner. Supreme Commander of the Brelac Empire. And I hope that your proposition is worth my time."
"It is," Fenlow assured him. "What I'm about to propose will greatly benefit both you and my company."
"Carp Technologies," Mariner stated. "I admire your company. Playing both sides of the war for their own benefit. All the while maintaining the facade of a benevolent corporation serving your little corner of the universe. I wonder what your people would say if they knew that you and your company were working with us to create the Reploid menace?"
Fenlow had unfortunate news that he was sure that Mariner would not like. "I'm afraid that the Reploid program has been discontinued for the present time. Especially the advanced Reploids. En-route to Helios on the planet Meridan one of your shuttles carrying several advanced Reploid units was shot down by Protectorate forces. Three Reploids were captured by the military. Carp considered this to be a threat to company security and decided to halt the project."
Fenlow was withholding the fact that he had recommended halting the Reploid project. Aided by Carp's resources, Fenlow produced the Reploids in a laboratory within a company research vessel that was stationed at secret locations in space. Fenlow notified his Brelac contact on a secured channel when each shipment of Reploids would be due for delivery. The ship would then set a course to meet a Brelac transport shuttle at a designated rendevous point in space.
Curious about the Brelac's vision without the use of physical eyes Fenlow had asked to examine their psionic implants. After months of extensive research Fenlow was able to create a more advanced version of the implants. He promised to deliver dozens of Reploids armed with the implants to help the Brelac achieve a swifter victory. This was Fenlow's and Carp Technologies darkest secret. These were highly treasonous acts that would certainly earn Fenlow and others within Carp Technologies a swift death sentence.
"Those Reploids in the hands of your military could pose a problem," Mariner stated.
"They're no threat. There's only three of them. The military will make limited use of their abilities. And I've already taken steps to diminish their effectiveness," Fenlow paused. "Carp's board of directors have decided to move forward with Operation Broad Axe. I have to do what I can to insure that the plan is successful. This means that I have to begin some of the more advanced projects that I've been working on."
"And you need my help to pull all this off," Mariner added. He turned silent as he studied Fenlow. "Let him go," he growled to the guards escorting Fenlow. Both guards raised their left hands to their heads in a military salute and exited the hall with haste.
Fenlow thought that it was curious how the two Brelac saluted in such a fashion. As if they were mimicking Human troopers. He suspected that he would learn a great deal about these creatures by working closely among them in the days ahead.
"Fix this man a seat next to mine," Mariner blared out. "He's my guest of honor."
The attendants serving food and drink quickly provided a place at the table on Mariner's right side. As soon as Fenlow sat down he found a dinner plate waiting for him. Using a long, two pronged fork the attendant quickly loaded his plate with three long sections of those pale, snake-like meats. He next received two of the centipedes, steam still rising from their cooked bodies. Lastly the attendant gave him a section of the red meat with three rib bones poking out. Fenlow stared at his plate. The appearance of the food before him was nauseating enough. But it's oily smell combined with a sour milk odor left him paralyzed. Mariner silently faced him. As if he were studying Fenlow. A thin stream of saliva dripped out of the right side of his mouth. Fenlow received an eerie feeling from the close sight of Mariner's scaley face with the long pointed teeth constantly grinning.
Fenlow nervously cleared his throat. "I suppose you're not serving any salads."
A faint, hoarse growl came from Mariner's throat. "Nothing so elaborate here."
Fenlow nodded, "I see." He looked to the left and right side of his plate and saw that there were no silverware items present. He quietly groaned in frustration. It was evident that the Brelac were eating with their hands. Still, Fenlow desired to blend in here with his hosts. He picked up a centipede. It was warm and soft to the touch. He held it up to his face. At least he was able to distinguish which item smelled like sour milk.
A deep grunt came from Mariner's mouth. "You look like you were just kissed by Pandora. Don't worry, Doctor. It won't bite you back."
Kissed by Pandora. Fenlow thought that it was a strange terminology to use. He thought that perhaps it was an example of their alien culture. But the name, Pandora stuck in his mind. There was something familiar about it. He thought that this would be the perfect time to get a little more background on his allies. He laid his centipede back down on his plate but kept his hand on it.
"So, I've done a little research and found that you Brelac are Reploids yourselves."
"To a degree we are all the same," Mariner sluggishly droned out. "Our race needed a technological means to insure it's continuation."
"A technological means," Fenlow repeated. "And what of your females? I noticed that through all the grunting and growling from you Brelac you all sound male."
"We are all the same, as I have already explained," said Mariner. "We have created the means of producing the perfect military force. Our soldiers originate from templates that are devoid of fear, unhindered by compassionate doubts, and minds that are not mired by the frivolous aberrations that obstruct you Humans."
"What about these original templates that you mentioned? I'm assuming that it's some sort of original genetic stock."
Mariner explained, "Our original source is centuries old and continues to endure. But it's history is not important. All that matters is that it serves us as we produce our numbers en-masse in order to achieve our objective."
"And that objective would be?" asked Fenlow. Suspecting what the answer would be.
"To spread ourselves across this universe and administer retribution to all opposition. That is our mission passed down to us through the generations. This is what we will achieve. You will help us."
Fenlow pondered Mariner's words. The Brelac mission of conquest and retribution. It was a chilling thought. But his job was to find a way to work Carp Technologies's interests into this mission so that their plans could materialize unscathed. "I'll help you," Fenlow told him. He took a long look at the centipede he was holding. He picked it up and slowly raised it to his face. He held his breath to try and avoid it's smell. He opened his mouth.


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Xzytovhorre. Part Four. Xzytovhorre VS Skyron.

Posted on September 8, 2013 at 5:21am 0 Comments

Sparky could not beleive the situation he was now in. The giant alien monster, Xzytovhorre had bitten down on a large chunk of the ground that he was standing on and was now carrying it, and him, in it's mouth while flying high above the ground. Sparky gave a frightened whine as he peered past Xzytovhorre's huge teeth to glimpse the many lights from the buildings on the ground far below.

         As long as you don't accidently swallow or sneeze I'll be fine, was his nervous…

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Xzytovhorre. Part Three. The Awakening of Xzytovhorre.

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Sparky trembled as he sat in the car and watched the huge alien monster, Skyron hanging against the side of PPG tower. It's long scythe forelimbs and eight spidery legs supporting it's scorpion like body. It had just finished planting several of it's eggs into the interior of the building. Now it seemed to be content with just hanging against the side of the building while a small army of the Pittsburgh police were shooting at it. The sounds of multiple gunfire were loud enough to drown out…

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Xzytovhorre. Part Two. Climate of Fear.

Posted on September 7, 2013 at 8:52pm 0 Comments

The screaming crowd of people began to scatter as the monster, Skyron sent out  it's thrashing tentacles to reach out to grab anyone within range. Sid and Jake wasted to time fleeing from the area. As Jake was running, with Sparky in his arms, he briefly twisted his torso around to take a quick glimpse of what was going on behind him. This enabled Sparky to also get a quick view. One of the tentacles had grabbed a man who was running behind Jake. The tentacle lifted the screaming man up into…

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Xzytovhorre. Part One.

Posted on September 7, 2013 at 8:49pm 0 Comments

       Sparky began to shiver as he sat near the muddy bank of the Monongahala River in KcKeesport. The small brown furred Chihuahua found that being out on the river at night was always too cold for him to tolerate. But he had no choice as he was here with his companion, Jake. The five foot, four inch tall, twelve year old black male wearing cut off blue jeans shorts and a black Pittsburgh Steelers T shirt with the large, bold number seven on it’s chest. His white sneakers were stained with…

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Evil Walks #12.

Posted on September 7, 2013 at 8:46pm 0 Comments

Ed Simmons could not help feeling nervous as he was sitting at the table in this small back room with it’s dim light, inside the Fallen Angel Tavern. The middle aged black male rubbed his palm across his sweating brow, and then wiped it over his black T-shirt. He placed his hand back down the knee of his blue jeans. His eyes glanced around at the features of the room. Standing against the left and right walls were tall stacks of boxes containing a variety of alcoholic beverages. In the…

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At 10:46pm on June 17, 2010, Shauna Roberts said…
Thanks for friending me, Barry!
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I'm so sorry I have just added you to my page. I have been very neglectful to my BFS page. I hope you will forgive me.
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Question on Grad School Program of Neuroscience

Posted by AL Bey on November 19, 2017 at 2:33pm 0 Comments

Hello Peeps,

Currently I'm in the final stages of applying for a grad program at Michigan State called Literary Neuroscience. This program has had "general" internet info circulating for maybe only 7 years, with arguably a location of no more than 5 schools in the whole USA. After taking the GRE today and sending out my scores to these scores, I was curious in wondering, "Are there any predominantly/historically black schools that house programs with similar combined studies of literature and cognition?" Even though the term "literary neuroscience" is relatively new, I'm sure the concept isn't. As an old saying goes, "There is nothing new under the Sun." Plus, one of thee world's foremost conventional experts on Brain Surgery & Neuroscience is renown doctor/author, Ben Carson, also from Detroit, MI. If anyone has answers and/or feedback to this vital question, let me know. And even if I do end up in Michigan, East Lansing is likely to be somewhat of a post-gentrified Nu…

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CHALLENGE!!!!!!!!!!

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That's right i said it Challenge for the week if you are an Artist,Writer, whatever the case. If you are a writer do 10 Pages a day for the next week and prove it by Saturday the 25th. That is 70 pages by one week. Now here is the caveat you have to do it in the time frame of your normal day if you cant than try using an hour by hour schedule to see what you are doing that is wasting some time. Nuff said we are all adults here we go! 

WINTERMAN COMICS #1

Posted by Geoff Thorne on November 17, 2017 at 12:32pm 2 Comments

Also, I launched my comics line last month with WINTERMAN COMICS #1

#2 drops at the end of this month and so on. In 2018 three new titles will arrive in a very interesting way.

The comics are sold digital-only on AMAZON (for now. other outlets when i get some free time to make the appropriate files)



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