Chapter 34: Search for the BookI and Emma stared at the four staffs who arrived at the cart we are boarding on. "Who are they, Emma?" I silently asked."Let me introduce ourselves." One of the most elderly man walked before us. "We are the prevent staffs of the Alpha High""And we are here to stop you!" one of them interfered.Emma was left shocked. "To stop us?""We heard your infiltration last day, and that you're searching for the book Priam wrote that was considered confidential to the school." the first one who spoke replied."We won't!" I said with full of certainty. "We cannot let you do that!"After all, who are they to command me? I am Priam's child! I have to authority to search for his book."W-Why would..." Emma whispered in shock. "...the information leaked too fast?!"She's right! Why would that happened?"We came here preserve such libraries as a part of our duty being librarian staffs." another one of them said."Your searching can damage such libraries and books!" th
Chapter 35: The Scattered GroupTrixie walked as she wandered the public park. But, there should be public library here, too. So where it is?"I've asked so many people but they don't know where a nearby library was!" she just sulked at the nearby chair and sat. "Is there library here in the first place?"She just shook her head. After all, finding the book on herself will raise her status at the group. She will be the real cynosure!!"That's why I should find it as fast as possible!" she said and stood. She ran and so positive that she can search for the book by herself!---Meanwhile, Ella stared as she misstepped into an orange brick, and a creaking sound was heard! She looked up at the ceiling and saw the brick proportionally above it moved towards the North West!"Huh?! What happened?!!"The arrow of that brick that was facing west slowly moved towards Northwest. Ella looked towards the Northwest, and saw a strange portion of the wall."Was that wall a closed door?" she whispered
Chapter 1: The Inevitable Blind Man As we open the gate of the School, the newly-built library caught our attention. It was still the vacation month going, and we need to find the confidential files that the school was hiding. There's no electricity at that time. Just our luck, Aaron has the key duplicates of all the rooms. "We need to hurry, anytime, there will be teachers," Trixie shouted. Because even if it was a vacation —one by one— teachers will come to check the school. We ran through the newly-built library and try unlocking the door. "Aaron, faster!" Nathan insisted, as Aaron repeatedly trying to fit all the key duplicates one by one inside the padlock. "Here we go!" Aaron whispered, and successfully opened the library. As we enter the library, we are amazed to learn that it was so huge. On our standby position, many chairs were assembled, that seemed to look like a classroom at first glance. Many bookshelves aligned horizontally were seen. At last, the librarian's ass
Chapter 2: The Assassination of the Blind ManWhat's this? Isn't it the library?I looked all over the place. Yes, it was the library! But why am I here?I slowly stepped my right foot forward. With my left foot positioned in a heeled manner, I checked the surroundings."Is anybody here?" I asked.There's something wrong. I felt that. There's something in my brain that I couldn't express. My.. my brain was processing without my consciousness.I tried processing what's inside my brain. I approached the chair that was a meter away from me and sat on it. I held my head with my right hand's fingers and closed my eyes."The staff..." I unconsciously uttered. "The staff will come... They will... kill me?!"I rapidly stood and checked if anyone's approaching. There were footsteps! There were a lot of feet that sounded loudly.I ran and hid between the shelves. I halfway looked at the door, where the people that will try to kill me will enter.What?!My mother entered the room! Her co-staffs
Chapter 3: The Man that was Named PriamI sat at a café near the school. I also called the rest of the group I accompanied at the library yesterday. I just ordered a cup of green tea.Placed on my table, I help the small plate the supported the tea cup. I sipped the tea, obviously hearing the sipping sound of it. Then, I just laid back the fluffy, sofa-like chair, and felt the nice ambiance.It was an unusual morning from the time I woke up. I just can't forget what I dreamed not so long. That assassination done at the library was impossible to take place. The library was as new as a newborn baby. It wasn't officially opened for public because it was still the vacation month.The cafeteria's door opened. Even if I was at the corner where the orderings happened, I can still see they were Aaron and Nathan."Hey, Aze!" Aaron greeted with a smile, evading the chairs that were clattered all over the café."Boss Harp!" Nathan mildly shouted. He used to call me with than nickname. "You're al
Chapter 4: Trespassing at the LibraryPriam Montgomery?!Why would that blind man has the same surname as mine?! And.. did he pass away?!No, he was still alive and slowly closed the book, standing his ground. He panted repeatedly.He almost fell on his knees, still holding the book. He supported himself by leaning on the shelf. He panted in difficulty, closing his eyes because of the searing pain.He gradually placed the book he was holding between the gap of two books clattered at the shelf, fitting it perfectly. He was still catching his breath. After he had placed the book in a secured spot, he lost his balance, falling down to the floor."Harp..." he whispered as he slowly fell on the floor with a sound of 'THUD!' He finally made a contact on it, as he closed his eyes. "My son..."Huh?! M-M-My... Son?!"Harp.." he continued, and finally died out of blood lost. I felt it. He really died. He was in the stance that we saw before.Why did he keep posing the same way every time? Was i
Chapter 5: The Battle of Sword and GunWe all turned towards the voice.At the doorway, one of the school's staff stood there with her hands clasped. "Get out!" she said sophisticatedly. "Get out of the school!!"I just stared at her. "Trixie, remember that shelf.." I whispered, as she carved the shelf with her fingernail. "Follow what she said, leave this Library."The staff looked at me sharply. "And you?" she asked me, and tried picking her gun at her pocket.Trixie and the rest have left, but Aaron kicked her and got her gun out of her hand, creating a fiasco. "Hey, Aze! Get this!" Aaron shouted, and throw the gun towards me.I caught the gun by jumping midair, using my right hand. I returned back to where I stood at, as Aaron was being punched by the staff."How dare you!" She shouted, and tried kicking Aaron, but Aaron ran and escaped the room. She sighed and turn her face on me. "So you aren't leaving?"I looked at her in contempt. The whole library place was now deserted. She
Chapter 6: Two Fathers, Two SonsI was outwitted! I need to be faster! Lily was way more powerful than I have imagined.As she stood in front of me, she tried punching my face with her left fist, but I crouched down and evaded her hand. I retorted by kicking her left side of her body. I throw my knife at her, as I flipped back vertically.She squatted downwards, almost touching the floor, as I stood straight. I attacked again with a shot, as she rushed towards me using her swords. She slashed the bullet that I used to attack her. She was still running at great speed, and send two swords drifting towards me.I held my gun tightly —as she was only few meters away— staring at her. But a wash of light blinded the two of us and broke the ceiling. My eyes can only see black. I can only see nothing but darkness."Lucy!"What's that? Did someone call the name of my mom?!"Lucy! Get out, I have to tell you something!!"That shout became louder and louder! I looked all over the place, but I can
Chapter 35: The Scattered GroupTrixie walked as she wandered the public park. But, there should be public library here, too. So where it is?"I've asked so many people but they don't know where a nearby library was!" she just sulked at the nearby chair and sat. "Is there library here in the first place?"She just shook her head. After all, finding the book on herself will raise her status at the group. She will be the real cynosure!!"That's why I should find it as fast as possible!" she said and stood. She ran and so positive that she can search for the book by herself!---Meanwhile, Ella stared as she misstepped into an orange brick, and a creaking sound was heard! She looked up at the ceiling and saw the brick proportionally above it moved towards the North West!"Huh?! What happened?!!"The arrow of that brick that was facing west slowly moved towards Northwest. Ella looked towards the Northwest, and saw a strange portion of the wall."Was that wall a closed door?" she whispered
Chapter 34: Search for the BookI and Emma stared at the four staffs who arrived at the cart we are boarding on. "Who are they, Emma?" I silently asked."Let me introduce ourselves." One of the most elderly man walked before us. "We are the prevent staffs of the Alpha High""And we are here to stop you!" one of them interfered.Emma was left shocked. "To stop us?""We heard your infiltration last day, and that you're searching for the book Priam wrote that was considered confidential to the school." the first one who spoke replied."We won't!" I said with full of certainty. "We cannot let you do that!"After all, who are they to command me? I am Priam's child! I have to authority to search for his book."W-Why would..." Emma whispered in shock. "...the information leaked too fast?!"She's right! Why would that happened?"We came here preserve such libraries as a part of our duty being librarian staffs." another one of them said."Your searching can damage such libraries and books!" th
Chapter 33: IMBALANCELou heard his wife come in the front door and glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost half-past-two in the morning. Could have been worse, he supposed. She’d warned him it would be a long session. He couldn’t be the one to talk, he’d only just got over the headache from old Barrington’s retirement party. He waited in a pleasant state of semi-consciousness for the sound of her feet on the stairs, water running in the bathroom, the rustle of undressing, the shock of cold air as she pulled back the duvet to climb in beside him.But as the drowsy minutes slipped by there was no further sound from downstairs. Maybe she was making herself a cup of coffee to clear her head. Those hen parties could be pretty wild affairs, he had been told. He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock again. Forty minutes had passed. He became fully awake. Forty minutes? It doesn’t take forty minutes to make a cup of coffee.He sat up and listened hard, but all he could hear was the br
Chapter 32: ODDS AND SODSQUESTION: Why did the chicken cross the road?Arthur Scargill: It had been so exploited, brainwashed and deceived by the farming class that it no longer understood that its true interests lay on its own side of the road.Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road, who cares why? Chickens cross roads, producing situations which can provide the alert motorist with a free dinner.Timothy Leary: Because it was the only kind of trip the Establishment would allow him to take.Freud: The fact that you even notice a chicken crossing the road is highly revealing with regard to your state of clinical sexual frustration.Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.Darwin: Over many eons of bird evolution a chicken has emerged with a predisposition for crossing roads.Fox Moulder: That is the question they WANT you to ask. You've got to try to look at the bigger picture.National Front Spokesman: To
Chapter 31: BREAKING NEWSAbsolutely genuine, unedited news items...Firework Prank Back-fires" I wanted to play a prank on her, but I can see I hadn't really thought it out," 35 year old Shannon Kramer admitted to police officers from his hospital bed in Jacksonville, Florida. "I'd driven my girlfriend out to the beach in my old Mustang, and she got out and was walking around. I was sitting in the drivers seat and I thought it would be kinda funny to shoot a firework at her out of the window.I had a box of 6 inch rockets with me so I aimed one at her and lit it. Only then did I realise that the electric window was wound up. I couldn't wind it down because the key wasn't in the ignition. I suppose I should have opened the door and got out, but by the time I'd thought of that, the rocket had gone off and was whooshing round and round inside the car. It was awful. So bright and loud and hot and fast. I thought I was dead. I couldn't see, couldn't hear, it set fire to my hair and cloth
Chapter 30: PIGEONS AND PATRIOTSMrs. Rogers said that somebody came to the door yesterday asking about me. A man in his forties with an Irish accent. She couldn't tell what he looked like because it was dark.She was surprised when I told her I was leaving. She said: "Leaving? Already? You've only been here three months." Actually she was wrong, it's less than that. Three months would be close to my record. She asked me if there was something wrong, some reason why I wasn't happy here. I gave her the usual story. "Got to go where the job sends me," I said. If only there was a job. That little bit of money I invested all those years ago is nearly gone now.Considering present circumstances though, it looks like it's been enough to see me out. Who would have thought it? There wasn't much lying ahead for me. When all the money was gone I would have gone into some kind of hostel for down-and-outs, I suppose. Pretended to be mad so that I wouldn't have to provide a past. I would have surv
Chapter 29: SWIMMING AT ROGIEIt’s good of you to ask, but I’m perfectly all right. I’m just sitting here looking at the sea. I’m not planning to top myself or anything like that.Yes, I took them off because I was thinking about having a wee swim in Rogie. Just thinking about it. It would be a daft thing to do, really. I haven’t got swimming trunks or a towel or anything, and the sun’s low in the sky. I’d have to go back to Molly’s house in wet underpants. I’d probably catch my death of cold.Yes, I did mean Molly Regan. You know her, do you?Your aunt? Surely you’re not Bilshie Travers’ son? … Oh, his grandson. And so Molly would be your great aunt. God, is it really as long ago as that? Yes, I suppose it is. When I was your age I thought time went on forever; that I could be or do anything I wanted. And then suddenly there was no time left and I hadn’t done any of it. Sorry, I’m talking like an old fart now. Pay me no heed.Yes, of course I knew Bilshie. I was brought up in Bundora
Chapter 28: TELLING TALESHave you ever wondered why human beings tell stories? Has there ever been a human culture that didn’t?There is something compulsive about this “narrative drive” in human beings. We can no more resist it than we can suppress the impulse to breathe or to walk on two legs. We are story-telling animals in the same way that wolves are pack animals. Not only are we story-telling animals, it is our story-telling skills that have (to paraphrase Reginald Perrin’s boss CJ) got us where we are today.Suppose for a moment that we did not tell any stories - that we constructed no narrative to accompany our experience. What would we see when we looked out into the world? All that we would “see” (or more accurately, experience) would be raw data. A meaningless flux of light and dark, colour and shape, movement and stillness. It’s only when we start to interpret, to tell a story about the raw data, that we can perceive the world at all. That undulating mass of greenish blue
Chapter 27: THE MIND'SThis is a bit of philosophizing of the kind that an academic philosopher might do in the pub after the seminar. Philosophizing with a claw hammer, so to speak. Ever since seeing "2001: A Space Odyssey" in the late 1960s I have been fascinated by the idea of artificial intelligence (or "machine intelligence" or "electronic intelligence" or "machine consciousness" or any of the other names by which it goes). I wrote a number of short stories about it, eventually a novel called "SIRAT", and more recently was invited to deliver a lecture on it (a very basic introduction to the subject) at an American university. I can't claim to be a genuine worker in the field but I am a very enthusiastic amateur.The notion of creating some kind of a machine that can think, a conscious computer presumably, collides head on with a genuine and deep philosophical problem. The oldest one in Western philosophy, perhaps. The relationship between the inner world of the mind in which we a