March usually gives me a tummy-ache, on account of all the frosting I eat at birthday time. Today my Daughter in law, Laura, is 21. Cheers! She is on her own for a while in Japan as Sky is out keeping us safe. Schoolin' and shoppin', all on her lonesome, she is gettin' it done. Salud! Next, is CJ's birthday, the 27th. He will turn 26 on the day he and Vladimira are moving into their new home. A bottle of the best to you! And Sky will be 24 (my favorite number!) on April Fool's day. in Korea. Hoping it is only treats and no tricks for you...
Anyway, I am still managing to finish the cake from my reception ( above) and still celebrating the mural, also above. You can't see my hand tightly gripping a Mr. Clean sponge....however, I just love the group of people I worked with and happily I saw some of them at the reception. However, I am taking names of those that did not attend....(kidding!)
CJ (Chris Jr.) suggested the name Vacationing the New Desert World for my story . I like it. and about the story...
Vacationing the New Desert World Part III
As soon as I stepped inside the entry to the rock -camouflaged structure, lights came on... very , very bright lights. I figured they were programmed that way because it was so glaring outside. After a few seconds they began to dim to a normal wattage. I looked around for some kind of host and found a console blinking my name next to a map similar to the one on my display. There was a scanner over it, so I winked into it and a voice said "Please state your equipment request."
It was unnerving. The voice was lifelike in contrast to the silicone nature of everything up to now, but I kind of felt let down that there wasn't even a hologram of an AI to meet me. Well, I had wanted to get some me-time in, after all. So much to discover, so much relaxing to do, so much to decompress from, right?
Okay. It wasn't exactly a welcome center. This was the supply area for the lodge. As good a place to start as any. I considered my options. Knowing that I would be here for a while gave me the luxury of doing nothing . I could go back to the lodge and sleep. or read. or do some exercises. or not. I decided to look around the center for a snack and see if there was any evidence of recent visitation by whoever maintained the place. The air hummed around me with a pulse/tune built in. Such environmental modifications were passe' these days, thanks to modern sensory engineering. Still, it was a pleasant enhancement to the sterility of the place. Kinda made me feel like moving to a ghost beat. Not quite music, not quite rhythm, the air ssssssssssed around and my pace matched it shortly. Quiescent exercise. Another way of keeping up with the planetary differences, I supposed. After a few weeks of this I won't mind the g-differential.
I accessed the food controls and had some water and more fruit. There was a green wafer with it that seemed familiar. It almost disintegrated with my touch. I licked my fingers ...tasted like a dusty type of nori, the seaweed wrapper sushi came wrapped in. No telling how long it was in the dispenser. hmmmmm. More water. In fact, water tasted better with each sip. Ahhhhh, the simple things! I sat down and waited for motivation.
That was the last thing I remember.
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