Empire of Chaos

 Chapter one 
Eris the Goddess of Chaos

It is the year 3177. A probe has detected a distinct isotopic signature in a gas cloud, 6 light years off the edge of the Empire. The data was interpreted as a possible new and rich accumulation of U, Sr, Th and other elements of their likeness.
The Empire of Man is always in great need of such commodities because they fuel its ships... its war machine...
A warship was send to analyze the clouds potential, the name of the ship is "Eris". It is one of the best ships of the Empire, and it is not usually send to investigate mineral deposits, but whatever does not belong to Man is a potential new asset to the Empire, and whatever is different is a threat.

"We are now leaving the Empire, Sir!" the soldier at one of the navigation station reported. "Proceeding with 0.98 light ahead, Sir!" the same soldier added shortly after.
The bridge was large and rectangular, in the middle facing the main screen was a large chair, angular, no consideration for the comfort of its' user was taken into account when it was build. On the wide armrests there were buttons and a small screen. The man sitting in the chair was of middle age, short hair and had a large and rather ugly scar on his right cheek. He wear a black, tight uniform. The jacket of it was full of decorations resembling medals, and on its russian styled collar there were 5 golden daggers on the right side. Everybody on the bridge had the same style uniform, less the medals and the 5 golden daggers on the collar. Some had one, like the soldier announcing the position and speed, a man at the tactical station had 2 and the woman entering the room had 3, on the same collar of an identical uniform.
"I have calculated the amount of the interest material, as indicated by the current data, Sir!" she said as she was walking to the cubic chair. When she reached it she gave to 5 dagger man a tablet. "Unfortunately telemetry data can give only this much information, for an exact number I will need samples, Captain, Sir!".
"You will get samples when we get there" he replied looking at the tablet. "It is of vital importance to find a way to extract as much as possible, and as fast as possible once we get there. The Empire needs us home, to defeat our enemies. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir!" she replied and walked out the room. The corridor was was incredibly narrow by comparison to the bridge. Two man passing shoulder to shoulder would have hardly made it. "Fighting in here would be such a mess..." she thought. She stopped at a door and waited. A few seconds later the door opened and a small circular room was on the other side, the elevator. "Third deck!" she said loudly. She was looking on the walls like searching for something. "An alpha class warship and the elevator accepts only voice commands, are we really lucky or is everybody else really stupid?!" asked herself rhetorically.
She had a point, the Empire occupied almost a third of the Milky Way and had left entire sentient species only to the pages of the history books.  The sentient species still in existence, which have encountered the Empire were slaves or declared enemies.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. She exited in a corridor as narrow and as crowded as the one on the first deck. She walked to the mess hall, entered and took a tray and sat in line. The soldiers in front of her, all wearing only one dagger saluted her. The line advanced slowly. On the opposite wall was a large painting depicting emotionless soldiers wearing black uniform defending a blue planet and behind it, a little bit faded, was the Milky Way and the borders of the Empire of Man were visible.
The doors opened and a man wearing 4 daggers entered the room. Everybody who was not already standing stood up, and everybody saluted. Everybody but an old soldiers in a far corner of the room who never stopped eating.
Absolute silence floated in the air. The officer which everybody saluted walked to the man still sitting.
"This is gonna be messy..." the woman said to her self.
"The Commander of this ship has entered the room, soldier!" A voice from the crowd shouted. The man kept on eating.
The Commander pull out his gun and shot the man in the head, without warning. Some of the blood tainted the uniforms of the emotionless soldiers guarding the blue planet.

Chpater two 
Chaos reigns

"Clean that!" the Commander said emotionless. Everybody else continued whatever they were doing, whit the exception of a couple of soldiers who now got a new task, cleaning.
She got her dinner, some texture-less paste and something that was meat but looked like plastic. She looked around to find a place to sit down. The Commander sat alone at one of the tables and customs said that high ranking officers should eat at the same table.
"May I join you, Sir?" she asked with an almost shouted voice, everybody spoke like that when addressing an officer of higher rank.
The Commander nodded and she sat down and started eating. The blood of the soldier was still dripping of the uniforms of the guardian soldiers.
Moments like this made her wonder if in some distant past things were different, but she doubt that, it couldn't have been. She was trying to hide her curiosity about what the Commander was reading off the tablet in his hand when a loud BANG was heard and everybody started falling towards the blood tainted drawing on the wall. The hole thing lasted about 10 second after which the floor was again horizontal.
"Impact whit an unidentified object! Impact at stern side! Battle stations! I repeat battle stations! Red alert! Battle stations!"
"Commander! I want you on the bridge! Identify that thing! ASP!" the Commander shouted at the woman.
She was still lying on the floor, she couldn't focus. "Commander, NOW!" the man shouted again. She stood up and tried to find the door. Everybody was trying to get out on the narrow corridor.
"Everybody out of my way!" she shouted. "It is an order!" she added when she though that they were not moving sufficiently fast. She was on the corridor now trying to get to the elevator. A man shouted "Elevator only for officers! Everybody else use the tubes!". People started disappearing into holes appearing on the walls.
"So it is another way of moving through here." she thought. The elevator arrived and she got in. The doors closed and she gave the command "First deck!". Nothing happened. She said the order again but nothing happened. "Open doors!" , still nothing. She started examining the walls again, maybe a command panel somewhere. Screams were coming from the other side of the door. That was weird, she had never heard a human soldier scream, only aliens. She started feeling fear.
A command panel seemed to be hidden behind a cosmetic metal plate. She took it off and tried to input commands, nothing seemed to work. "Fuck! Fucking Empire engineers!Fuck! " And she hit the wall with her foot. She started hearing a high peach noise, and the noise became more louder by the second. She turned around and saw something like smoke appearing in the elevator, and in one portion of space, hovering in the air the smoke became denser and denser. She was so afraid, she started sweating and panicking. Somehow the smoke seemed alive. She started hitting the doors. She hit them harder and harder until she hit them harder than she has ever hit something in her life. The doors opened and the corridor was stretching in front of her, full of bodies. Bodies of men wearing a black uniform. Nothing else, except humans had died there.  Some scorching marks from pistol fires were visible on the walls but nothing else. She took a pistol from one of the soldiers and entered a tube. She crawled all the way through the first deck, encountering only dead bodies. Blood was dripping off the ceiling. She tried running but she was stepping on bodies and that did not make things easier so she slowed down. When she entered the bridge, the scenery was not different from the hallways, everybody was dead. The Captain, still sitting in his uncomfortable chair was now missing his 5 daggers from his collar along with his head.  She went to one of the stations and started pressing buttons, she wanted to call see if there was someone still alive on the ship"Maybe the hangar decks, those would be safe!" she thought. But another thought invaded her mind and conquered the firs "Call for help! NO! That would be weak of her... but she could report what happened! Yes report! But report what?!" this thought was not completed when she started asking herself if she had missed the "abandon ship order", "but no! Since battle stations I did not heard anything!". The station was unresponsive, the computer was unresponsive, nothing worked. Then the most powerful of all thoughts hit her "Run! Run fast! Go to the hangars and take a Scouting Vehicle and go back to the Empire!" this thought conquer all.
She turned around and started moving as fast as she could towards the hangar deck one.

..... to be continued....

Is/not God willing/able

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able? Then he is not omnipotent. Is he able, but not willing? Then he is malevolent. Is he both able and willing? Then whence cometh evil? Is he neither able nor willing? Then why call him God?
                                                                                                                           Epicurus [341–270 B.C.]

"Let us make a special effort to stop communicating with each other, so we can have some conversation."

Stam la un loc, ca acuma. Suntem mereu, toti intr-una ...

  
Realitatea este de cele mai multe ori plictisitoare... e ucigator de plictisitoare! Si nu ca ar fii Universul plictisitor ci pentru ca noi nu suntem pe aceasi lungime de unda cu el...
Nu avem energia unui animal de prada sau fericirea lenta a unui melc. Lupii, melcii si oricare alta vietuitoare sau nu sunt perfect adaptate sa faca ceea ce au evoluat sa faca. Chestia asta e deprimanta, e deprimanta din doua puncte de vedere: 1) noi nu stim in ce am evoluat si ce trebuie sa facem 2) intr-un mediu natural suntem cam praf... Si pentru ca Mama Natura nu o mai putem numii acasa am inventat tot felul de lumi imaginare cu reguli ciudate, anorganice, care sa ne dea sentimentul unei apartenente. Eu nu ma simt ca acasa intre cladiri de beton si sticla si nici nu pot spune ca ma simt ca acasa intr-o padure (si il numesc mincinos pe ala care are tupeul sa zica ca el se simte ca acasa in natura!). Nu prea pot spune ca imi inteleg semenii, in adevaratul sens al cuvantului a intelege, si stiu ca nici ei nu ma inteleg pe mine si momentan coexistam intr-o relatie de ignorare. Dar ma gandesc ca va fi crunt pentru mine atunci cand aceasta relatie nu va mai fi suficienta ...
Cautam extraterestrii pentru ca nu avem prieteni, cautam o divinitate pentru ca nu ne intelegem si ne cladim un scop subred doar ca sa nu avem impresia ca traim degeaba...
Si acum vine a N-a parte trista, noi ne simtim depasiti de situatie si cerem ajutor dar nu vrem sa fim ajutati. Strigatul nostru de ajutor este defapt dorinta noastra de a ne auzii opiniile/doleantele/durerile si in vocea altcuiva, noi vrem un tovaras de suferinta nu cineva care sa ne inlature suferinta. Avem o problema grava cu lucrurile simple... Problema asta e atat de vasta incat refuzam sa acceptam lucrurile asa cum sunt, si daca mai sunt si simple atunci cotele de dezastru sunt depasite de cateva ori...
Eu cred ca toata treaba asta pleaca din faptul ca nici unul dintre noi nu este dispus (in orice fel de situatie) sa il inlature pe EU din ecuatie. Nu stiu ce a mers rau in 2 mil de ani de evolutie, dar undeva de-a lungul drumului lucrurile au luat o curba gresita rau...

In concluzie as spune ca noi, ca specie, nu avem nici un tel, nici un rost natural si ca suntem o eroare grava pe care Universul o va corecta cat mai curand!

Subiecte sensibile .... FUMATORII

Tocmai am vazut niste reclame care asociau sexul oral cu fumatul. WTF?!
Adica pe bune, acum?! Vreau si eu sa vad o reclama antidrog in care consumul de droguri este asociat in mod explicit cu sexul oral! Chiar imi doresc asta, dar nu o sa o vad si stiti de ce? Pentru ca un consumator de droguri este o victima, iar un fumator este cel mai dezgustator lucru de pe planeta asta... Yup, logica lui peste!

Inainte de a imi expune argumentele, vreau sa mentionez atat, fumatul, sexul si chiar si consumul de droguri sunt o manifestare a vointei individului. Chestia aia foarte tare care ne permite sa ne manifestam vointa este ceea ce se numeste libertate, si exista un mit urban in care se zice ca cetateanul dintr-o tara democratica este liber.

Daca eu aleg sa fumez, este problema mea si numai a mea, cunosc riscurile la fel de bine cum le cunoaste si un consumator de alcool, si cum le stie si un consumator de droguri. Vreau sa AM DREPTUL SA ALEG pentru mine ceea ce vreau sa fac cu mine. Si eu cred ca pot fi lasata sa aleg in liniste atata timp cat nu il deranjez pe cel de langa mine.

De cateva decenii incoace, fumatorii sunt mai persecutati decat au fot necredinciosii in timpul Inchizitiei,cu mica diferenta ca acum nu ne mai ard pe rug pentru can u ar da bine in presa. Ati observat ca au chiar si acelasi slogan? Vor sa ne salveze de noi insine, isn't that gonna make you feel dandy?!
Si totul a inceput de la ideea ca o sa te bage in mormant (nu neg acest lucru, doar tin sa mentionez ca una din regulile naturii, ce este dusa la bun sfarsit fara exceptie, este aceea ca orice ce traieste o sa moara), pe urma au zis ca fumatul pasiv o sa il omoare pe cel de langa tine. Asta e strategica, au zis ca daca nu iti pasa de tine poate iti pasa de cel de langa tine, numai ca e mare teapa! Fumul de tigara este doar deranjant dar nu ucigator o data expirat de altul. Mecanismul bio-chimic prin care elementele nocive din fumul de tigara inhalat de un fumator sunt transferate in corpul acestuia nu mai sunt posibile prin fumatul pasiv. A da, pe urma au inceput sa descurajeze fumatul prin tot felul de mecanisme. Unul dintre acestea ofera o incursiune vizuala intr-un posibil viitor prin prezenta pozelor care mai de care mai groaznice de pe pachetele de tigari (pe care le bag atata de mult in seama incat acum stau si ma intreb daca pe marca mea de tigari sunt poze sau doar averstismente). Iara o sa va impartasesc ce imi doresc eu, eu vreau sa vad poze cu babe violate, copii violati si ucisi, organe ale sistemului digestiv facute praf de tot felul de ciroze, accidente de masina cu oameni decapitati etc. pe sticlele de vodka (sau bere). Ar fi un adevarat macel :D. Whos' not gonna love that?!

Si inca nici nu am ajuns la droguri ... Deci eu o fumatoare amarata, care am facut o decizie pentru mine si legata de mine, sunt mai rea ca Ciuma Bubonica, dar un drogat care ajuta la imprastierea a tot felul de boli (SIDA de ex), tine in spate o intreaga structura mafiota care la randui ei face tot felul de blestematii, un drogat care iti poate da in orice secunda in cap pentru o doza (tin sa mentionez ca cel mai nashpa lucru pe care l-am facut eu pentru o tigara a fost sa cer o tigara unui alt fumator de pe strada), acei drogati care aduc pe lume copii dependenti de tot felul de blestematii sintetice ce iti fut neuronii intr-un hal fara de hal, ei bine acesti drogati sunt VICTIME, si au nevoie de ajutorul nostru al tuturor.. FUCK THAT!
Acesti drogati au facut o decizie, la fel ca mine, singura diferenta dintre mine si ei este ca pe ei i-a dus intr-un loc mult mai intunecat! Si nu o sa il cred pe nici un crystal meth junkie ca nu a stiut cum o sa fie daca o sa ia asa ceva!

Acum doamnelor si domnilor va rog frumos sa va ganditi la echitatile si ipocriziile societatii noastre.
Tin sa mentionez ca nu recomand decizia mea nimanui, pentru cafiecare individ are dreptul si puterea sa aleaga pentru sine. Si sper din tot sufletul, ca nu o sa mai folosim adjective pentru a descrie indivizii care au luat o decizie, alta decat a noastra.

I miss logic ...